Wow, that is too weird.
Look at all of these bizarre, crazy and even downright stupid festivals humans hold all over the damn world! Unbelievable. On the other hand though, no matter how dumb these festivals are, there’s never much of a reason not to have a good time, right? Even an insipid good time is still a good time after all.
The only one I think is truly idiotic is the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Downright stupid. My Mom, who is the smartest woman in the whole world, shakes her head when someone brings up this festival.
“Only men would do something that stupid,” she says, chuckling.
“Women would never do anything like that?” I ask.
“Of course not!” she scofffs. “Women are not that stupid! Only men are dumb enough to do something like that.”
You know what? At the risk of sounding misandrist, she’s right. Only men are dumb enough to run ahead of those dangerous bulls. No woman is that stupid.
Men like to make a lot of jokes about women being dumb, and it’s true, women are pretty damn stupid, at least from a male point of view. Mostly they seem inane and idiotic to us. Men hear typical women’s conversation and want to plug their ears. It sound utterly trivial and pointless, yet the women seem to be so fascinated by this silly discussion. They remind us of birds chirping away in the trees, and they seem to make about as much sense. Of course, I like women, so I even like it when they are chirping away being idiotic talking about relationships or drama or feels or gossip or makeup or clothes or hot guys or whatever it is women pointlessly chirp on about. I know it’s idiotic conversation, but I love it anyway. I even join in.
So yes, of course women are idiots, but they are usually harmless idiots.
Men on the other hand are also very much idiots also (note the morons running with the bulls in the street), but men are dangerous idiots, and that’s so much worse.
Good God, it seems like every time I turn on the news, the Freakshow has come up with some new weirdness. I think the most important point to make about these people is that this whole Cultural Left Freakshow is all about a bunch of people who think they are a lot more interesting than they really are. No?
The conservatives want to pathologize everything weird and say everyone has to be normal.
The liberals say most people are and should be normal, but some people are deviant or weird, and that’s just the way humans are. “It takes all kinds to fill the freeways,” the liberal says. The liberal urges tolerance, but little more, and says the odd and strange should not be celebrated or promoted as normal.
The Cultural Left says the normal people are the weirdos, deviants and freaks who should be pathologized and shunned as old-fashioned. The Cultural Left wants to make the weird normal and the normal weird. The strange and odd are not only to be tolerated, but they are to be celebrated and even promoted to society at large.
That’s the headline. I haven’t even read the rest of the story yet because the headline alone is so weird. It’s going to take me a while to even digest that headline, so bear with me please.
Good God, that’s weird. You would think it was an Onion article. Even attorneys are going postal now. What’s next? Physicians? CEO’s? Lawmakers? Damn, it’s getting downright cool to go psycho and shoot up malls, huh? It’s tempting, but I’m afraid of prison. Oh well, there’s always the next lifetime. Maybe I’ll come back as a maniac? I know, wishful thinking but I can always hope.
God-damn the Japs are weird. What the Hell is the matter with Japs? Ever seen Jap porn? It is so weird!
Even a lot of lesbians hate this sort of nonsense, especially the more militant ones.
Now the truth is that I despise lesbian-feminists.
However, I will give these lesbian feminist bitches one thing. They say two thumbs down on the idea of lesbians marrying men. Why? Because they say it’s nuts, that’s why. They say the definition of lesbian means exclusively or predominately attracted to other women for romance and sex. That doesn’t necessarily preclude sex with men on occasion, but surely that is not what a lesbian prefers. And of course a lesbian would never marry a man. Why the Hell would she do that?
And what sort of a feminist man pussified idiot would marry a dyke anyway? I have heard of a few of these insane relationships. The men are often rad fem men. Yes, there is such a thing. These are men who hate other men, hate masculinity and think men are just evil in the way they treat women. They’re traitors to their brothers off consorting with the enemy, their sisters.
These pussies boy-men never learned one of the first rules of Man World that a boy learns in life: Bros before hos. Rad fem men are often very sissy and effeminate. Quite a few of them are gay men. They’re down with their sisters because these sissies identify with femininity. There are actually some very sissy straight men who are radfems. These are heterosexual men, but a lot of other males think they are gay, and they have been getting gay-baited and gay-bashed since school. There was one fellow that was writing on the web a while back who I actually enjoyed.
The radfem argument against these moronic “married lesbians” is quite simple If you are a “lesbian” who falls in love with men and marries men, guess what? That means you’re not a lesbian!
The Gay Politics crowd has always been one of the nuttier wings of the Cultural Left because, well, let’s get real here for a moment. Although healthy homosexuals (especially biologically gay men) definitely exist, any sane person who has studied the gay community for any length of time has to realize that a lot of gay people are crazy, weird, and bizarre.
Ok, that is just so weird.
Very well-written article though, and the books and he quotes from are also very well-done. Some nice quotes from literature too, Tolstoy to Joyce to Homer to J.M. Coetzee. Never heard of Thomas Nagel (What Is It Like to Be a Bat?) or Jakob von Uexküll and (umwelt), but maybe I should. Except there is probably no room in my brain for those men and their ideas and essays.
With all the tons of stuff I shove into my brain day in and day out, it’s a miracle I can remember even 1% of it. Actually, my life is sort of like a contest. I am often having a contest to see how much stuff I can shove in my brain. Then I go back over things, like a list of an author’s main writings, and I see how many of the titles I can remember. I am amazed I can remember even a few, but so many just blow away with the wind and the rain in the night when you can’t even see it happening. You wake up fresh in the new day, and it’s where’s did all that data go? Over there, over yonder, to this way and that, to the four winds and beyond, who knows where it goes.
What about all the stuff that stays? Where does it all go anyway? How can a brain possibly store all of that stuff? I don’t get it. Sometimes I think we know too much stuff, and there is no way we could possibly store all of that in our brains. Our heads are just too small. It doesn’t add up.
Maybe the brain gets full and we start putting the information out into the air around us, sort of like an extra-cerebral swap file, and as we cruise through life we can sort of sniff along at all the info left behind in the swap files in the atmosphere, and sniff out things previously remembered but not exactly forgotten, merely swapped out into the world outside our consciousness. We sniff it out with our brain tentacles, and if we have learned the information before, better if we remembered it or stored it as a data file, then we can somehow find that file of information again outside of our minds and put it back into the hard drive in our head. Universal, Jungian, but conscious and not unconscious and data and not myth.
What a crazy thought. About as insane as the idea that our brains can actually store and recall those terabytes of data files in a space no larger than a cantaloupe.
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare.
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there.
– David Bowie “Five Years”