~ A BINKS BLAST FROM THE past (2016), about how forced immigration is war upon a nation’s own people by her elites, and globalist master-plans. It’s where we really are, thanks to Trudeau, Merkel, Macron, Obama, Pope Francis, May, Soros.. and all the other evil masterminds & busy-bodies trying to rule the world– and using Muslims as their weapon against the West.
~ IN THE BEFORE-TIME, there once was a cynical snarky nihilistic little show called Seinfeld. I never could stand to watch it regularly, but it filled the air with certain humourous ideas.
One of these was promoted by a secondary character, George Constanza’s father Frank, played by actor Ben Stiller’s actual father, Jerry Stiller. As Wiki notes: “Frank Costanza is advised to say “serenity now” every time he gets angry in order to keep his blood pressure down”. He ends up saying it a lot, given his temperament.
As I surf the news & social media, I sometimes find my blood-pressure rising. Often. There is a lot of crazy in the world, being shoved down a lot of throats.
Instead of having a stroke, or tuning out– or bellowing “Serenity Now!”– a wiser course is to realize that we are already in a nightmarish and evil dystopia. Accept it. “Dystopia Now!” Because frustration, outrage, despair, and various kinds of throwing up our hands is just not Christian, nor helpful.
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As I commented on Daisy Cousen’s Youtube video about the horrid UK media onslaught against blogger and now political candidate Carl Benjamin (a.k.a. Sargon of Akkad), I wrote:
We are in the dystopia NOW. Everything is upside-down, good is bad, true is false, and journalism/ social media is whatever you can get away with. Because woke utopianism justifies any crime, slander, and dirty tricks.
I’m not counselling despair, but waking up and looking around at the wreckage of all the social institutions defiled & twisted by the revolution: government, church, schools & colleges, movies, journalism, family & gender, male & female– in short, REALITY. We are in the midst of a long-term War On Reality.
Give up? Black pill/ clown pill? Nope. Read, pray, preserve & restore, speak out, educate others, covert souls. Above all, take the God Pill:
What’s All this, Then?
The Amazing Polly inspired my mulling over this idea, as did author & polymath Vox Day, via his YouTube Darkstream, a daily treat for me. See? I’m using my time in Facebook jail to improve myself, to learn up and get back to more blogging, and to enjoy many fine online folks who are part of the awakening going on around the world, that we are in a dystopia, now.
Please check out, subscribe & support the bloggers & vloggers above. You won’t regret it.
~ I DEEPLY & TRULY HATE ugly architecture. In a recent video by Amazing Polly in which she discusses a range of topics, about 1/2 way through, she talks about the death of beauty and the kind of architecture inflicted on people by modernist architects. Watch her video first.
A building can inform, delight, ennoble, send a message about goodness, beauty, and truth. Even simply functional buildings can have a touch of whimsy, detail, and design that makes if more than functional. Deliberately ugly, functionalist, offensive modern architecture is meant to desolate the eye, the heart, the mind, and keep us trapped in the here and now, oppressed and oppressing, surrounded by the excretions of our betters.
Anyhow, here’s my comment, following her statement that Canada never had a period of attractive architecture:
I dare to disagree with you, Amazing Polly. Canada had a period of beautiful buildings, circa 1800-1900+. The work of Maritimer William Critchlow Harris, the Ottawa Parliament builders, the Italianate homes , and many of our older pre-20th century church buildings. In some places (here and there in Toronto, more so in smaller & midsized communities) this heritage of lovely banks, public buildings, homes, and churches still exists, though some need TLC & renovation back to their more original design.
Sadly, as you say, brutalist & alien-invasion clever architecture has ruined many bigger communities & downtown cores, and too many architects still seem concerned with making a statement than following any line of truth, beauty & goodness, or even blending their building with the surroundings.
Here in my little town, the local RCMP have moved from a small and not unattractive brick building to a shiny metal, steel, and ominous structure, which is a statement of surveillance and domination, which doesn’t fit the town or setting, and was obviously designed by somebody with skill but little talent.
~ AS MY FB-JAIL sentence winds down (to be sprung on Good Friday, 10am-ish), I’ve been reading lots of interesting & relevant links on the fire which severely damaged the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris this week. The best links are the topmost. The others are of related interest.
What strikes this elf is how this fire has been so– clarifying. People praying, people stricken– and yet other people rejoicing onsite or online over this. Some witnesses to the fire have been deeply spiritually moved, deciding things about God and life and the crisis in Western civilization, what with de-Christianization, and with enforced mass Muslim immigration, all under the globalist elites like Macron & Trudeau.
However, God cannot be left truly out of the account. I believe that the Holy Spirit is using this– accident? attack?– as a wake-up call to France, to Christians, to the Church & the world, and many who saw the fire. Do we have eyes to see, and ears to hear what God the Holy Spirit is saying?
Also, if I were a bishop or Dean of a Cathedral in the West, I’d be praying & guarding the treasure entrusted to me with eagle eyes right now. Desecration & destruction delights the orcs in our midst, whether imported, or home-grown.
Just because most of us cannot imagine committing such acts does not mean that some could, and would. We cannot be naive about the state of the world, and souls.
~ YES, I CAN BE longwinded in these things, so today, a short one.
A sad realization I’ve had over the past few weeks– Oleg Atbashian (The People’s Cube) was a former Soviet propagandist, he’s also an author, essayist, satirist, and graphic artist. He came to America for freedom.
Like many former Soviet dissidents come to the West, his reception was mixed– now, he’s a positive threat to the new Sovietization of the West. The same happened to Jamie Glazov’s parents, at Marxist-deluded Dalhousie University in Halifax, NS, Canada. Don’t reveal the ugly truth of the Worker’s Utopia!
Now, under the politically correct, the corrupt establishment, politicized academia & media, we are going Soviet. Soft Soviet, with a smug smile and an iron fist. This devolution has been underway for almost a century, under many guises, and stages. Coercion of thought and behaviour is the ultimate goal.
Symptoms, just on Campus? Tribunals, trial by media & mob, the politics of personal destruction, radicalization of politics, thought-police, a quiet terror keeping people quiet & scared. Wrong-thinkers versus the Party Truth. Spying & tattling & surveillance. All must be sacrificed for the utopia.
We have become a Soviet-style prison, just waiting for the final bars & locks to be fitted. Ironic, no? Tragic, too.
“In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is…in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”
A Gift To Us All
And patiently, year by year, Oleg & his amazingly insightful website has been warning us of the risks ahead, from his life under the Soviet nightmare. We should all be grateful, and aware of his work.
Go read his blog. Read his book “Shakedown Socialism“. Buy his merch. I’m not saying he’s always right in everything said & done and thought– but that his angle is unique, deeply insightful, and hard-won by bitter experience.
Heed his warnings. Tragically, he’s turned out to be right, so far.
Canadians has the dumb, because we’re only used to fighting evil tyrants ELSEWHERE, and not at home. It’s why the recent crop, from Trudeau, Chretien, Martin & Co. all the way to Junior, have gotten away with so much.
We assume that government is benign & mostly harmless. That the horrors of Mahometism or Marxianism somehow don’t have any effect on us, and that they wouldn’t want to use, abuse, or hurt us. That we can actually half-knowingly do Sex-Revolution evil like convenience abortion, euthanasia, fornication, and all the rest, and still be “basically good people”.
Just Say No. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again…
.. until they get the point, or get butthurt and go away, or actually get a clue.
Want to hurt & kill Jews? Flog women? Behead infidels and sharia law-breakers? Stone homosexual people to death? Conquer everywhere and everything? Subvert, riot, rape, bomb and bald-facedly lie?
The Canadian Government Summer Jobs Grants Has Your Back!!
Boycott Han Soylo, The Movie!
Saith Teh Binks:
Powerful Social Justice Warriors– like some movie-makers today COFF StarWars COFF– are like the kids who show up, hurt other kids and break things, and then crow about it.
Star Wars is/ was a cultural thing to enjoy for our times. SJWs are spoilers, mean-spirited hyper-Puritans who get joy out of preventing other people having joys. It’s a spiritual disease, a false religion, a smug holier than thou hypocrisy with delusions of grandeur.
Join The Boycott Army. Just say no to SJW story-molesting, and man-hating.
Stalin: One death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic. The tragedy of this sick boy has focussed the billion killed by the current culture of death for many people in a way it’s been hard to do before.
World War III? We are already waging war on ourselves: against the unborn, sick born, chronically ill, disabled, mentally handicapped, elderly sick.. the statistics mount up every day, only our gulags & Auschwitzes are hospitals and clinics and medical wards, so it’s hidden and we can pretend to ignore it.
I still think about the fact that the medical waste incinerator for the main Halifax hospital (where the abortions were done) cast those baby-ashes over the nearby neighbourhoods, my school, and the children’s hospital just up the block.
I remember the smell, and the little smutches of ash and soot that would sometimes get on your skin & clothes during recess and lunch hour.
“SJWs don’t need proof. They just need to declare something makes them feel unsafe, and thus is super bad, and has to go or else. They’ve got emotion and outrage. So they pitched a big bitch fest. It was all the usual accusatory stuff, misogynistic, homophobic, racist etc. (and their examples? Nothing from real life, just a couple of his FICTIONAL characters bad behavior from among the thousands of fictional characters he’s written).”
“Vatican. Your holiness. Have you gone mad? What are you trying to prove? Break off the ambiguity! Holiness, we have bishops giving communion to the divorced and remarried here. If you can hear us, stop the confusion! Holiness, why don’t you answer our Dubia? Holiness! Answer! Come in, Holiness!”
This entire episode has been a nightmare of cold and twisted official hubris in action, but none of it more disturbing than that exhibited by the Catholic Bishops of England. They will be held to account.
I am struck by the early remarks of Paglia which stress the pain of the parents in such a way as to make it seem a little bit selfish. Naturally they are thinking of the personal loss if they lose their child. But i’ve also had the sense that both parents are enraged by the larger issue of what it means to have the government take ownership of anyone’s child.
I don’t think for one minute that they cherished any great hope of a cure and a normal long life for Alfie — that they ever considered putting him through the degrading process of artificially prolonging his physical functions indefinitely, which would indeed have been a selfish act. They knew it was a judgement call, based on his responsiveness and general health. Anyone who looked at that child could see that he did not fit the definition of “failure to thrive” — he had healthy looking skin, full and glossy hair, was bright-eyed, plump and well-nourished. What he was NOT was (in words the authorities were careful not to use) “cost effective”.
Watching and waiting, lavishing him with care and love until he was insensible to it, was never going to add up to progress or improvement. But it would have been filled with grace and peace. Doctors used to care about the healing power of a graceful death. Government used to understand it as a right. Bishops used to recognize it as a sacramental necessity. All those with power and authority failed abysmally.
— Do you or someone you know & care for suffer from ‘The Black Dog’?
— Does that addict or drunk or sad co-worker suffer from depression? Do you?
— Do you “helpfully” offer endless free advice and ‘fixes’ because you find dealing with depression really awkward?
~ FOR MANY PEOPLE, depression is a day, a week, a season. It is left behind as an sour note in an otherwise happy life.
In our happy “we can fix everything” universe, TV and movie stories resolve every problem via heroism and happenstance and all is well again. E xcept.. people can break, and sometimes only partly tape and glue and tie themselves half-together again, enough to limp along a while longer.
What Kind Of Beast IS This?
This Black Dog is patient, vicious, and quiet: it has hunted & haunted my parents, and grandparents, and down the genetic pathways for generations. For others, life & crises and trouble starts it up fresh for them.
Yet for others– yes, of all ages– it is interwoven into the very stuff of life, perhaps as far back as memory reaches, a misty shadowed valley that never seems to come to an end, with light only breaking through now and again. The Valley of the Shadow; this vale of tears; the bleak lands where affliction dwells.
Yet even there, Christ the Lord walks and talks with his own sheep. Sometimes, he will shift us up onto his shoulders awhile. Faith can make an infinite difference in the experience & severity of depression. I’m there: so’s He.
All better? Nope.
There are no magic happy-cures, nor skipping through the sparkly flowers on a unicorn– but a costly cross-bearing love which both lightens your burden, and enlightens the path and things around you. Suicide– the permanent solution to temporary problems– may lurk like a vulture on the crag, but need not live on your shoulders.
The proper meds & counselling and living life the best you can any given day will help, too. The grinding miserable trudge can thus become a pilgrimage: but to where?
The shadowed vale of tears is not infinite. God is.
Just A Little Farther
There is a fair City and golden castle farther on ahead, with towers and steeples and fair pennons flying.. you know not exactly how far.. but in it is light, and peace, and no more pain or black dogs, suffering or tears, and all the former things are passed away. There are battles to fight and people to help along this path– and many needing help– on our way.
And perhaps in that City, the black dog– which can teach us so much about perseverance, tribulation, compassion and understanding– will be revealed as having golden fur, for the troubles that lead us closer to God are blessed troubles. St. Paul besought the Lord to remove his sufferings, and instead, God said “My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
Without such hope and faith and love– and the mercy of God & others– I would be long-dead. Will you walk beside me and the others like me, or pass us by on the other side? ~