Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Hello again ADD Irregulars and all Visitors and Vagabonds to the WSN that is this little cul-de-sac in the internet. MOAR Oxymoronica for your Thursday exploring!
He has delusions of adequacy. - Walter Kerr, on a contemporary actor
The chorus did everything to perfection except to sing. - George Bernard Shaw, in an 1889 Review
A sweetly vicious old lady. - Tennessee Williams, on Truman Capote
It is always fun to listen to others engage in some trash talking. I guess the question is how much and directed at who? Good humor dances on the blade between humorously exposing the absurd & hypocritical and inciting rage and riot. How many people possess no sense of humor, I think Scott Adams believes it may be as much as a a quarter or third of humanity might be truly humorous. How many more have joined the ranks for the humorless because they are filled with self-righteous pretensions?
Self-righteous pretensions used to be the sole property of the overly religious for centuries. With the rise of massive political movements since the French Revolution and the advent of Marxism now anyone can be a self-righteous dolt. I feel I have lived long enough to see the LEFT grab that ball of religiosity and make up for centuries of lost time. Extremists of any kind are a menace to the community that fails to marginalize and quarantine them to the outskirts of social engagement. That WOKE, CRT and other humorless philosophies have flowed out of Academia and taken root in the repeat cycle of so many thoughts is alarming. One used to be able to use humor against such absurdities, and one of the successes of the WOKENSTIENS and CRT aficionados has been to suffocate humor within their own ranks and to try and limit in the culture as a whole.
I am sure there are still plenty of self-righteous on the RIGHT, but they are marginalized, quarantined and often sufficiently mocked. For our thought controllers in the Enemedia, finding one example of a nut-bag on the Right is indicative of the an underground movement of millions. I still remember the days of hunting for gun-toting Tea Parties who were waiting to shoot up the Nation.
That is why there is such outrage among the WOKENSTIENS against Libs of Tic-Toc which just lets the nuttery of the LEFT speak for itself. While the nut-bags on the Right are currently few, there is copious evidence for the virus of "higher education" infecting countless people in the cultural Cabal. Well enough ranting, back to laughing, it is far better for your mind, heart and relationships to be a person of humor and not a person of offense. Happy Thursday my friends!
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Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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XIII
The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
