GGood Morning, Digital Neighbors! Happy Monday ADD Irregulars, Refugees, Phamily and Unhypnotized! I hope you all had a great weekend!
Over the years I have ranted about the Cabal during my visits to the RR, Phetasy, Triggernometry (may it rest in peace) and Padre’s. The Cabal of the Enemedia, Academia, DC Uniparty Careerists, Wokertainment, Big Tech & Big Pharma seemed to have a strangle hold on American life. As a naïve Gen Xer I never thought the lunacy of the universities would ever find a place outside of those institutions, but I could not have been more mistaken. I am sure a few of you thought like I did that things like DEI and all the intersectional BS would not find a place in the “real world” or at work. WRONG!!
The rest of the Cabal happily embraced all the sewage pouring out of the universities and used it as a weapon against the public. These last few decades have become an era of disparagement. It became a virtual signal to disparage the inheritance of our nation and Western civilization. The Cabal thought it could safely offer us a new scapegoat – the men of whitelandia of yesteryear and today with their inescapable racism, misogyny and wrongthink. It was somewhat effective for these last few decades in the echo chamber that the Cabal offered their sycophants, the wonders of groupfeel and superiority of being on the “right side of history was more than enough. Those on the middle and right knew the past was not without its faults and men knew that they bore some responsibility. But the Dims were not content with some responsibility, they wanted total blame and no credit to men or to the past. How can you sell that to honest and fair-minded people, in the end you can’t.
Last Tuesday’s election broke the mind of the Cabal. There is more shock that Big Bad Don won the popular vote and made gains with those outside of whitelandia and its inherit wrongthink. The problem with the groupfeel and rightthink of the Cabal is that its alienating nature always adds to the list of those to hate, disparage and malign. Anyone who does not submit to their indoctrination becomes an adjacent resident of whitelandia or its heritage of oppression. Even if you aren’t male or of European descent, you too can be misogynic, xenophobic bigot. I miss the guys from Triggernometry and their frequent use of the word. It was used well to point out the absurdity of labeling people as bigots just because you disagree with them.
Sunday’s CWSA @ScottAdamsSays I think hit upon the number one hurdle facing the Dims. Identity politics was the source of unity by hatred, and it didn’t hold. They had grown so much from it that they thought it was the long-term game changer, the rewriter of history and culture. Their egos blinded them to the fact that it only rewrote relationships. It may have permanently damaged some people (Cat ladies and the Indoctrinated) but its appeal to others was ultimately limited once it was pushed too far. I thought the too far was 8 years ago, then 4 year ago and I was mistaken on both previous elections. Perhaps this is the beginning of the return from too far, and our flirtation with divisive fantasy spewed out of universities and promoted by the Cabal. I am more hopeful now than I was 8 years ago. Happy Monday friends, thank you if you read through this ramble.
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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Good morning, digital neighbors! Blessed Sabbath to all the sons and daughters of Abraham, and happy Saturday to all you other subscribers out there in the wilds of Locals and Substack. I hope all of you have had a great week. I can’t complain about anything of significance. The world is always a mess, and at times I doubt we will ever get back to the blessings of 2019, a record year of prosperity and growth in the States like nothing we had seen since the 1950s. Then along came the Plandemic, which tainted and twisted life and relationships in so many terrible ways. 2020 and 2021 are still my least favorite years of life. Well, no need to rehash what we all know about those years of division, fear, and deception. Off to some more autumn quotes for your morning reflection. Have a blessed day, and thank God for all good things known and so many more hidden from our awareness.
“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.” — Faith Baldwin...
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.”
