~ SO THE OTHER DAY, The She-Binks was out with a friend over tea, and while they were chatting, happened to mention a certain small resort in rural Nova Scotia. She had her smrtphone with her, on the table. She hadn’t googled that place, or anything like: just spoken words.
Two days later, advertising banners for that small resort showed up on her smrtphone. She was underwhelmed. and came to mention the strange occurrence. Somebody had been dropping some eaves.
Lesson? They Are All Listening. Presume so. To EVERYTHING within earshot. To your confessions, married special-time, private business chats, secrets, dinner conversation, family fights. Anywhere these computerized phones are present, BigEar may be listening in.
Our Electronic Mini-Masters?
I don’t have one– my last was a fancy flip-phone. But I presume my iPad is listening, and her smrtphone, and the two boy’s smrtphones.
When you think about the brain-effects, spying, and biological effects of smartphone & cellphone technology– and the rising number of cancers which might be linked to their use– it strikes me that this is a giant socio-biological experiment with no permission or parameters, introducing many good and bad factors into daily human life, often from toddler on up. Experiment. Like on rats.
For those of us geezers raised in the pre-smartphone/ social media era, all of this is an add-on technology, which can multiply our existing curiousity, wonder, imagination, habits of being & learning & socializing. It’s a power-tool of sorts.
Quick: Example Us, Binks!
SO, for example– I’m currently reading Nigel Tranter’s Margaret The Queen. When I’m reading a book (dead tree or Kindle), I will constantly be looking up places, definitions, pictures of the places, historical summaries, art, related literature, and other interesting detail to flesh out the book. It becomes three-dimensional learning, based on my older trained & ingrained pre-digital habits.
What of the screen-addicted younger people raised in a time who have never known the old ways of curiousity, imagination, extrapolation, a love of learning and the intellect at play? I’m worried that endless music-playlists, SnapChat, InstaGram, flickering bytes and images which go by like dead leaves in a windstorm make it harder to develop those older qualities, which are not simply a “Different” form of intellectual and mental life, but the kind that is thousands of years old, and which built & sustained Western Civilization for thousands of years. Are our kids and grandkids being mentally flickered to death?
Who Did This? Not the Kids
Even if older generations find smartphones are manageable tools, it is a false logic to assume that people raised on them will turn out likewise. It’s that same thing with TV addiction in my youth: the idiot box ate your time, gave you a lazy brain, and– it turns out– wound up aggression even as kids were passively drooling before the one-eyed God.
Smartphones & digital technology are super-TV on meth & cocaine, doing untold damage all around us, even as we look on, semi-uncomprehendingly. “Kids today”, we moan, forgetting that every society creates exactly the kids it deserves. Think about it. ~
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.
~ YOU KNOW those deliriously happy people in commercials and photos?– we’re supposed to be like that. Just– super-DUPER happy. Happy with the new tech-toys, happy with travelling and gathering random experiences, happy with the semi-anonymous exchange of bodily fluids, happy watching the same movie and listening to the same song, each only slightly varied from the other ones. Such very fun!
Except.. life. The world. Politics. Our longing hearts, seeking a kingdom of true peace, and inner peace. And in our world, restless Progressivism must “progress”, which means interfering with everything & everyone in sight.
“People don’t like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think. Don’t run, don’t walk. We’re in their homes and in their heads and we haven’t the right. We’re meddlesome.”
Most of all, the meddlers don’t like a taste of their own medicine. The Euro & American establishments both got a huge dose of meddlesome & uppity peasants with the U.S. Fall election of one Donald John Trump in 2016, and the Brexit vote earlier that same Summer.
Big Meddle got a royally bloody nose. And then their planet-sized snit ensued.
The Snit Ensues: Details
Looking back at 2016, Team Meddle knows one thing: internets helped bad thing happen: must part-muzzle peasants! In 2015-2016, YouTube, Twitter, Google Search, Drudge, FaceBook were all used by the peasants as levers of public awareness, circumventing the lapdog media, and the political establishments feeding the elite narrative.
Must fix! So now it’s Big Backlash by Big Meddle, with shadow-banning, leftwards algorithms, demonetized videos and YouTube Channels, Twitter deletions and bans, FaceBook Jail & nanny-messaging. This is all to one end: to stop the anti-Meddle meddling by the revolting peasants. Social Media weaponized against non-compliant political-cultural-religious users.
Our digital self is a big thing for many Western people: imagine being all but banned, being digitally unpersonned, silenced, unable to get alternative news quickly, and not being able to discuss it with others? A genuine debility, in some respects.
It gets worse for the meddlers in 2018– the peasants not only spoke up several years ago, they keep speaking up, and even when some get banned, shadow-banned, de-monetized, and slapped down, they and their peasant allies still keep fighting back and speaking out! What’s a Big Meddle authoritarian to do?
The Other SoHappier 2018…
You see, just now President Hillary the globalist mafiosa is entering her second year, with her Canada-style gun rules coming into force and her FBI poodles covering her tracks, and the bodies quietly piling up; and a nearly de-blooded Islamicized United Kingdom is laying prone before the unelected autocrats in Brussels, surrendering every freedom, distinctive, and historical authority over itself to Big Meddle, and imported trouble. Same as it ever was, before 2016. Nigel Farage is merely a bad memory.
Just as planned pre-2013, the one-world progressive Pope is working closely with globalist schemer George Soros, President Hillary and the EUcrats towards a one-world government, more social control, more disruptive weaponized “immigration”, and a gentler Chinese-style control of the internet and all social media. And a suitable one-world religion to match.
In the 2018 that should have been, the internet is still an issue, but as long as a few grumblers don’t actually write letters, protest, speak to their elected representatives and get organized, they are pesky, but harmless: one mosquito at a time. SLAP! People vanish from Twitter and YouTube and FaceBook, and nobody wonders why.
New uppity-peasant YouTube channels with ‘unacceptable’ politically incorrect content all have a terrible time trying to get started, and make no advertising money. Troublesome news-sources are all but invisible online, or very hard to find on Google, banned on Twitter, sidelined on FaceBook, or in links on other pages. With advertising revenues dropping, many outlets are forced to cut back reporting, or shut down entirely.
The fight must continue. Alternative social media platforms are only part of an answer, since we must stay in the public square, not surrender it to the bullies. And the bullies are not totally above the law, or invulnerable, either.
Actually protesting, writing letters, speaking out, exposing the Big Agenda and educating others about it, getting involved at the local level, reading books, praying for God’s Kingdom to come, and aligning ourselves with His almighty will makes any protest or expressed concern more than just our team versus theirs, screech versus scream.
It will cost us something– perhaps everything– but the West is not founded on trusting in the strength of men, but on a trust in the Risen power of Jesus Christ– the only-begotten Son of God– to truly make all things new, in the great re-creation.
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King.
This is our fight, in our day. God knows the outcome, but I know that if we sit back and self-indulgently despair, we have already lost our contribution to the battle for freedom, faith, and our own civilization in our time.
UPDATE: Had to borrow somebody’s mobile number to get back on FB. Then, deleted said number from FB account. It makes total sense. Could have been anybody’s phone, as long as I knew them. Bizarro-world.
~ AS I’VE NO DOUBT mentioned before, I hate FaceBook. It is intrusive advertising nanny-state social media, run by a progressive petty tyrant.
Last time around (2015), they locked me out of not one but TWO versions of my FaceBook account, because hidden trolls who did not like my political views registered complaints about my “real name”. I lost access to family pictures, articles, my friends-list, and a whole chunk of my digital life.
Never give control of your things to people you only think you know or trust. ALWAYS HAVE BACKUPS.
Yay, bullying, with a digital edge. Very hip, much now.
But Wait, There’s More!
Today– around 1:30pm– allegedly because my account has been “unusually” active (and because they care very very much) they require me to enter a mobile phone number (I don’t have a mobile phone) “for added security”. Until then, I have no access whatsoever to my FB account.
This is all I can see just now:
No, I don’t share holiday snaps and cake recipes and high school reunion pictures (much), or share pictures of my current meal, or update you all on every facet of my boring life. Yes, Binks love politics, religion, culture, and especially the non-progressive and mainstream sewage that passes for “What We All Know”.
Mostly, I throw some links online, and do a lot of chatting and counselling with friends & family & people who have questions. I get names for my prayer list, and meet people across the country and around the world. As a disabled person, it’s a real part of “getting out”, getting in touch, and doing Christ’s work. As I said in 2015:
… I’m an ill guy living at home, alone much of the time, and FaceBook– despite all the privacy and other issues– is a major part of my chance to reach out, hear back, counsel, preach, build a wide variety of friendships around the world, communicate on matters I consider important or topical or timely. Minus FaceBook, I will be even more lonely, alone, and prone to the Black Dog, and that really sucks. Thanks, Zuckerberg, you heinous power-mad twerp.
So. Here we are. Again.
Is it worth my fighting with them over this, or creating yet ANOTHER FB identity, only to probably get more of the same from FaceBorg?
~ I JUST GOTTA SAY— Big Brother is a bloody big bother.
The pseudonym ‘Binky The WebElf‘ has existed since about 1996, and is the name I’m known by in Anglican, Catholic, Twitter, FaceBook, and blogging circles. It originally came from silly names I liked to use in video games, and was ‘Binky The Pirate’ for a while in the original Sid Meier ‘Pirates!’.
I knew (and was later proven right) that pseudonymity in the vicious church wars would protect my wife & kids from my getting fired or sent to The Anglican Parish Of Outer Sable Island, 3rd sandbank from the right. Or, some Canadian Jihadi might drop by for a little off the top, because of the many and various things I’ve said about Islam.
Binky is my web-name. If I went by the boring non-elf name, people would not recognize it, and why should they?
That’s part of the point. The issues I bring up are the thing I’d like you to ponder; the fine bloggers and authors and commentators who apply real wisdom to our current dangers and opportunities. Me? I’m prideful and self-important enough, and don’t need my face or name plastered on everything for whatever alleged worth that might have. Look at the STUFF, not at the elf.
Enter The ZuckerBorg
Apparently, someone got mad at me recently, and twice over the past month or so reported my name as a “fake name” to FaceBook. DING! Word from FaceBorg: “Please give us your actual name, and cough up a passport, driver’s license, or other real ID to prove it. You know, because celebrities.”
This ‘feature’ has been popping up since 2012-ish, but has gone viral in 2015, because FaceBook– sometime friend and ally of fascists and radicals and terrorists and silencers and big corporate government– is enforcing their arbitary rules. Because, you know, online corporations don’t have enough information about all of us. Coming next: FaceBook digital colonoscopy & DNA+blood samples?
Not Just A Shruggable
In one sense, no big deal– though demands that members of the public report various forms of personal and private ID to a faceless corporation is very scary. But what about other people, to whom pseudonymous communication via Facebook is a matter of life & death? Someone being stalked or death-threatened? A human rights worker or dissident in a dangerous country? A Christian pastor in a Muslim land? Someone who doesn’t want their identity stolen, with all the joy & fun of unravelling that rat’s nest? You can fill in the blanks.
However, I’m also an ill guy living at home, alone much of the time, and FaceBook– despite all the privacy and other issues– is a major part of my chance to reach out, hear back, counsel, preach, build a wide variety of friendships around the world, communicate on matters I consider important or topical or timely. Minus FaceBook, I will be even more lonely, alone, and prone to the Black Dog, and that really sucks. Thanks, Zuckerberg, you heinous power-mad twerp.
So, until FaceBook follows Google’s eminently sensible example of not minding our personal business even more, I guess The Binks is officially off The FaceBook for now*. Feel free to comment below.
Sad elf. ~
Saith Teh Binks
* If this is all the result of some malicious FB snitching (pretty sure it is, but the tattle-tales have their identity protected, so mind your ding-danged business), I forgive you, but you really pissed me and my friends off. God knows your name, and he will not forget.
“[T]he right to criticize other people’s religions or systems of belief is a two way street. He is certainly entitled to criticize mine; but I am equally entitled to criticize his. Surely no one should need reminding of that.”
~ SO.. CANADIAN talking-head and one-time Sun-TV commentator Michael Coren has loudly and gracelessly left the Roman Catholic Church, choosing instead the waffling, numerically dying, and (officially) militantly progressive Anglican Church of Canada. So… those Titanic deck chairs– they comfy?
This, he says, all because it’s for the children he hearts teh gays.
Enter The Unicorns
Well, some gays. Sadly, and exactly like the Toronto-centric Anglican Crutch of Canadia, Mr. Coren is only paying attention to the noisiest and most institutionally aggressive segment of the homosexual movement, and choosing to ignore, slight, and pretend that any other position towards gay people or about gay people simply cannot and does not exist.
I’m talking about friends and colleagues of mine, namely the former gay, celibate gay, and non-leftist gay communities. They are not unicorns, but they are a true– and ignored, mocked, and maligned– minority.
Proof Of Same
At Angrycan General Synods in 2004 and 2007 (big national meeting thing), some very courageous ex-gays and celibate gays politely wrote a letter and tried to speak up and represent that the gay community itself was not monolithic, and nor should the “Same-Sex Marriage Or Bust” bandwagon be the only ones acknowledged, or heard by Canadian Anglicans. The aggressively polite establishment in robes would have none of it, or them.
You know, cuz if you ever dare oppose teh gay, you are Westboro Baptists, and have the dumb. And probably a case of the evils.
To add churchly jackboot to injury, by voting down a 2007 motion to recognize them, the Anglican Mafia Church gave a big thermonuclear “F*ck You!” to actual ‘listening’, dialogue’, and the all-important ‘diversity & inclusiveness’ so dear to the hearts of true leftard bullies social justice warriors everywhere.
Thus, our noble talking head Michael Coren is joining a church which knee-jerkily excludes, deliberately discriminates against, and nastily ignores the actual voices of actual Anglicans (and other all Christians, and God & Jesus) who actually have something important to say which may go against the all-holy Spirit Of The Age and the gay ‘born that way’ fascism which dominates all discussions in the media and culture– but Michael just doesn’t want to hear that, any more than he wanted to hear many of those same brave people from within the Roman Catholic Church itself.
So, Michael: to avoid personal ‘hypocrisy’, you secretly left Catholicism to publicly join a hypocritical political cult denomination which doesn’t even want to know it’s being terribly hypocritical– a kind of Double Super-Secret Hyper-Hypocrisy.
Ironically, sometime freespeecher Coren, in the great culture-war of our times over religious freedom and free speech, has just aligned himself with the silencers, the bullies, the speech-code brigade and their collaborationist religious sympathizers and minions within the Anglican and United Church of Canada. That they are Anglican, and so very polite and orderly and dignified about it, just means there’s a velvet glove on the steel claw.
Well done, then. Stick that in your culturally fashionable moral grandstanding, sir, and smoke it. I’m sure God is well-pleased.
Because He’s Betterer Than You
Social Justice Warriorism– churchy or otherwise– isn’t actually about facts, people, reality, consequences, and details. It’s a morality tale, about some people being better than the stupid and/ or evil ones, who dare disagree with The Message. The SJWs are better than. More gooder. Righteous, even. So shut up, they explained. Capital “H” Hypocrisy with huge fecking bells on.
La la la, I Can’t Hear You So You Don’t Exist is no more admirable than shouting down, insulting, social media blocking, and misrepresenting a reasonable opposition to same-sex marriage. Yes, Michael, that’s you— and you did precisely that to me and a round dozen of people trying to ask you questions and to clarify your position on FaceBook a while back.
So ex-evangelical, ex-Roman Catholic, and likely some day ex-Anglican Michael Coren can go ahead and cheerfully dislocate his shoulder by vigorous back-patting himself, but reality– and people– ain’t so simple. ~
~ Saith Teh Binks
P.S. Michael, just FYI, for converts/ reverts/ deverts/ steeple-chasers it is considered Very Bad Form to go about slagging your previous ecclesiastical home. Give it 2-3 years, then comment, mmkay?
P.P.S. It’s also kinda skeezy to go about as a Very Public Popish– speaking and writing and getting money and bylines and attention for same– whilst secretly going to Anglican services for over a year. You buttered your bread, now lie in it, saith Teh Binks.
I have had a series of rather sharp exchanges on Twitter this evening with Michael Coren. I had praised him on Facebook for having the integrity to leave the Catholic Church when he decided he could not believe her teachings. At the same time, I noted that the particular type of Anglican church he was likely joining was among those now on on the path to the third form of “atheism” identified by Plato in his great work *The Laws*. (I explained that “atheism” there does not mean denial of the *existence* of a deity or deities.) Mr. Coren, who freely criticized the Catholic Church upon leaving it, seems to be offended that I would equally freely criticize liberal Anglicanism. But the right to criticize other people’s religions or systems of belief is a two way street. He is certainly entitled to criticize mine; but I am equally entitled to criticize his. Surely no one should need reminding of that.
I should note, by the way, that most Anglicans in the world are definitely NOT on the path to Plato’s third form of “atheism.” On the contrary, their conception of God is the morally demanding God of the Bible. Their teachings on marriage and sexual morality are fully in line with the biblical and natural law understandings. That is true, I believe, in all the places where Anglicanism is growing, rather than declining, and especially in the places where it is growing fastest. Perhaps I should note that liberal Catholicism is in no better shape than liberal Anglicanism (theologically and in terms of growth). The same is true, I believe, for the liberal Protestant churches.
Yeah, I’ve been thinking of apostatizing and joining the other side of the War, denouncing Christ and His holy Church, joining the chorus of hate against it and claiming victim status.
I mean, srsly, imagine the payback! Big fat media contracts, appearances on Oprah. Book deals. A reality show all my own! Woot!
But, having listened to the pathetic notorious self-promoter Michael Coren making an idiot of himself doing this, I find I don’t have the stomach for it.
But hey, good on him for being willing to look like a completely disingenuous and calculating moral huckster and shill for the left… for money and notoriety.
I tip my hat. I really do.
Via FaceBook, by Gerry Hunter
You never hear of the Courage Apostolate in the media, because it falsely, and it seems deliberately, presents an organization called Dignity as being a Catholic organization of people with same sex attraction. The media ignores, and now Coren has ignored and slighted, the members of this apostolate, and have chosen to have no part of something that moved Dr. Jeffrey Satinover, a physician and therapist with extensive historic experience with same-sex attraction, to write:
“I have been extraordinarily fortunate to have met many people who have emerged from the gay life. When I see the personal difficulties they have squarely faced, the sheer courage they have displayed not only in facing these difficulties but also in confronting a culture that uses every possible means to deny the validity of their values, goals, and experiences, I truly stand back in wonder… It is these people –former homosexuals and those who are still struggling, all across America and aboard –who stand for me as a model of everything good and possible in a world that takes the human heart, and the God of that heart, seriously. In my various explorations within the worlds of psychoanalysis, psychotherapy, and psychiatry, I have simply never before seen such profound healing.”
Catholic teaching concerning the virtue of Chastity is the same for everyone, no exceptions. And the healing available to everyone who placed their lives under Christ, and embraces, with his help, that virtue, is also the same for everyone. The names of the SSA organizations around map out an interesting route Coren has followed. He has abandoned Courage. He has sought a false Dignity by moving to an organization that promotes a false and deceptive Integrity. Meantime, in full accord with Dr. Satinover’s observation, the Courage Apostolate remains one of the finest fruits of Catholic faith in struggle and action, with Mr. Coren’s de facto denial of their existence not diminishing that one iota.
Stupid Hilary over at that dum blog says I should get blogging again. She’s a girl, with cooties.
She points out that I am in fact blogging to a tiny audience on FaceBook. It makes no sense whatsoever. So I’m back. With essays, shorter posts, and no more giant onerous mind-bendingly tedious mega-piles of links which nobody reads. It just crushes all the joy out of writing.
So, I will write every couple of days– sometimes cross-posting tidbits on Book Of Face. I will seek to discern the truth of things, events, God & man, and post various amusing pictures and videos on the interwebs. I will no longer seek to out-Drudge Matt Drudge, since that’s his job, and I’m just this guy, you know?