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Thoughts & Lessons form the Dylan Mulvanity Bud Light Circus
Lesson 1: for AB - Know your customer base - your successes depended upon them. The Marketing VP did know the base and held it in contempt.
Lesson 2: Holding customers in contempt will lose their support. It seems self-evident, but in era of WOKEOLOGY nothing is self-evident and the educated marketers are among the least informed and aware. Dismissing or mocking half of you customer base will eventually alienate the majority of them. Ask Disney how the M-SHE-U is working out for sales? Nerdortic does a great run down of franchises killed by the equity & stupidity crowd.
Thought 1: Disliking, despising or hating a person is not the same as hating the entire group they identify as a prime member. Dylan Mulvanity is a performative mocking scammer, plain and simple. Despising him is to hate his stick and his mockery towards women, it is not hating all trans. Don't waste your breathe trying to convince some trans-zombie-ally or Trans identifying person of this, 99% a waste of time. They speak the language of power & submission, not logic. Logic might persuade of the fence sitters and hesitatants to be more bold in their condemnation of the attitude and those who espouse it.
Thought 2: Shaming people into submission or compliance is a form of fear compulsion, not unlike the idiocy we all suffered in 2020 in the Great Pants'-Wetting over Covid. Covid was and remains real, the response then and carried on by some now is completely exaggerated. Few things unite people faster than fear, but it is not a solid bond of unity, it is at best a temporary one based of the need to feel protected and to respond to an evil. Manipulate people with too much fear and expect a backlash. When you coward an animal into the corner and it has nothing left to lose, expect it to go down fighting if it has an will left to live. Prey animals often don't have that will, almost all predators do. I remember seeing a lion kill a cheetah, the cheetah was totally out of it weight division and had no chance to survive the encounter (it didn't) but it went down trying to fight the lion.
Lesson 3: No one. no organization or institution is above question, criticism or critique. This should be self-evident in a society that values and respects freedom, but we live in the society running on the vapors of past freedom. Freedom has been supplanted with comfort and security with a dash of distraction to make it manageable. One need not be a cultural warrior or a subversive thinker, but cattle as lead to the slaughter. Don't be part of the herd. Group-feel & herd-think are among the most impersonal things that you can let take hold of your life. So many of our young people and the Middle and Olds who want to appear open minded subscribe to group-feel & herd-thinking for the sake of being pass overed by the WOKE angel of death. Make sure you have plenty of the blood of the Cis or TERF available to mark you doors.
Lesson 4: Be informed, engaged and discerning. Known when to step back from the cultural wars, but also know when to be engaged. AB is wondering what has happened to their most easily marketed beer - Bud Light. They remain silent in hopes that it will pass over. Not buying a crappy beer because they insulted you is a simple act. Make it a sustained one. It is easy for me not to buy AB products. Cutting them out is far easier than trying to ditch Amazon. I am not a fan of organized boycotts so much, but I am very much in favor of organic ones. In the end, money talks.
Lesson 5: Have a sense of humor when doing all of this. Dylan Mulvanity does not have a sense of humor, but often exaggerates his humor when he engages in his faux-gender. His humor is among the most pathetic, it is based not on wit or being clever, but on mockery. While mockery can be entertaining, it has a limited shelf life as humor goes. Oddly enough most mockers cannot handle being mocked. I guess they can give but not take it.
Thought 3: Thanks for taking the time to read this. Comments always welcome.
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 ...
Good morning, digital neighbors! I will be away this week at Convocation and mostly offline. I will check in to keep the email from piling up, but I will not be doing my morning missives, checking in for Teams Coffee Talk, or any other posting throughout the week. Please know that you will be on my mind and in my prayers.
Our Vicar for Priests sent out this message to the faithful to explain the nature of the Convocation:
Once every four years for the past four decades, the priests of the Archdiocese of St. Louis have been called together by our Archbishop for a week-long Convocation. It is a time of prayer, enrichment for ministry, and fellowship in priestly fraternity.
As the experience of priestly life and ministry in our Archdiocese continues to evolve — particularly as priests are called upon to pastor multiple parishes simultaneously, and as communities as large as 1,800 to 2,000 households are increasingly served by only one priest — opportunities for enrichment for our priests, such as ...
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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.”
