The Musician is Both a God and a Nobody

The irony of the musician…

On one hand, he’s a God. When he plays the guitar, the crowd is under a spell. He’s a magician, a sorcerer; the people, connected to his guitar strings. His voice a taming laser. He’s the puppeteer, making them dance at will. A holy man of amplified sound. He can transcend the mundane, taking us to the astral plane.

On the other hand, he’s a nobody. When he plays the guitar, he builds nothing. He’s below the plumber, the mechanic. His music, dying in the air. His works are transitory. He’s a clown, put here for the public amusement. A court jester. The surgeon, the architect, the scientist…all more valuable than a musician.

Every coin has two sides.

We Built This City on Censorship

U.C. Berkeley is in the national spotlight. A series of conservative speakers, from Milo  to Ann Coulter, were prevented from speaking there. Demonstrations erupted, leading to violence.

It’s time to revisit the song “We Built This City” by Jefferson Starship: a song written in honor of the hippies who “built” the San Francisco counterculture. The same hippies that – some fifty years later – are committing violence against those that disagree with them.

“We Built This City“ by Jefferson Starship

(Chorus)

We built this city
We built this city on censorship
Built this city
We built this city on censorship

Say you don’t know me or recognize my mace
Say you don’t care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in Antifa, sinking in the fight
Too much democracy eating up the night

 

Marconi plays the Stalin, listen to the Chairman Mao
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on censorship

(Repeat Chorus)

Someone’s always playing Bill O’ Reilly games
Who cares, they’re always changing Bill O’ Reilly names
We just want to riot, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

Marconi plays the Stalin, listen to the Chairman Mao
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on censorship

(Repeat Chorus)

It’s just another protest
In a tired Berkely street
Ann Coulter’s got a choke hold
Then we just lost the beat

Who counts the Molotov cocktails underneath the bar?
Who rides the patriarchy into our guitars?
Don’t tell us you need us ’cause we’re the ship of fools
Looking for Fidel Castro, coming through your schools

Marconi plays the Stalin, listen to the Chairman Mao
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on censorship

(Repeat chorus to fade)

The Downfall of ESPN in One Photo

ESPN just announced major cutbacks:

ESPN will cut more than 100 employees today, Yahoo Finance has learned. That number is much bigger than the 40-50 that was initially reported. ESPN aims to notify all of the people today, if it can do so.

These cuts are an ongoing issue.

ESPN’s subscriber numbers have dropped steadily, weighing on parent company Disney, forcing a new round of cost-cutting. When Disney demands cuts, ESPN can make those cuts however it chooses.

ESPN had major layoffs in 2015, as it did two years before that, in 2013. Both times, it cut around 300 people. This time around, the network reportedly sought to cut tens of millions of dollars, and decided that ridding itself of big expensive contracts was the way to do it.

Of course, in typical SJW fashion, ESPN is unsure about what is causing their viewers to flee. So to help the network, I’ve placed a photo below, taken from their website.

Memo to ESPN: More sports, and less of the following:

Why Did Bill Nye Become a Feminist?

Bill Nye has recently been promoting male feminism. Apparently, people are no longer interested in the “science nerd” shtick.

On his program “Bill Nye Saves the World,” he recently had a segment featuring Rachel Bloom (another Jewish feminist). At any rate, Bloom sang a tune that was aimed at “all the single ladies,” or perhaps the married women that are dreaming of Wisteria Lane.

And the lyrics…what’s not to love?

“My vagina has its own voice”

“Versatile love may have some butt stuff”

“There’s nothing taboo about a sex stew”

“Don’t box in my box”

“Drag queen, drag king. Just do what feels right”

Here’s a link to the video (if you can stomach it): “My Sex Junk” by Rachel (((Bloom)))

Explanation

Bill Nye is 61, single, with no children. He was married once for 7 weeks (yes, 7 weeks) to a woman that played the oboe. The marriage was declared invalid and he had to file a protective order against the woman. It should also be noted that his reputation is not one of a Hollywood playboy.

So Bill Nye – despite his financial fame and celebrity – is the involuntary celibate (Incel). It’s little wonder that now he’s ringing the bell of feminism, hoping to draw the attention of a liberal Western woman. Very predictable.

The male feminist is a sexual predator – faux sympathy is the weapon on choice. He’s unable to attract a woman with the usual male attributes: a strong build, self confidence, etc. So instead, he pretends to be “down with the struggle.” He’s a liar. And ultimately, his goal is no different than the womanizer: get ‘er into bed ASAP.

So why is Bill Nye a feminist? It’s simple…the same reason that all men claim to support feminism. To take a woman’s clothes off.

 

Short Story Review: “The Lake” by Ray Bradbury

“The Lake” is a work of beauty—a short story of the highest order. It elevates the reader, transporting him to a golden place. It’s about your first love—your first death. It’s a Mona Lisa, set to words.

Everyone should read this story.

It was written by Ray Bradbury in 1944. It’s semi-autobiographical, based on an encounter that Bradbury had as a child. He later said that “The Lake” was a pivotal work –  the story that made him realize he was a great writer. The story that gave him the confidence to continue.

Bradbury (at 2:25 of the video): “When I finished the short story, I burst into in tears. I realized that after ten years of writing, I’d finally written something beautiful.”

Plot Summary

We meet a young boy in love with a young girl – his first “crush.” Together, they build sand castles on the beach: she half and he half. But one day, the girl drowns. She leaves the boy wondering where she went: What is death? Why do young people die?

Years later, the boy (now a man) returns to the spot of her death. He finds a sand castle, half finished. She’s been there, leaving a powerful metaphor of her death.

Your first love is like a sand castle; it’s a thing of beauty, yet destined to be washed away.

Excerpts

The book is full of beautiful lines:

All the hot dog stands were boarded up with strips of golden planking, sealing in the mustard, onions, meat odors of the long, joyful summer. It was like nailing summer into a series of coffins.

I love the simile—closing up a hot dog stand on the beach is like “nailing summer into a series of coffins.” I remember when I used to eat hot dogs as a child. They were glorious, the most perfect of foods.

As adults, we know that hot dogs are garbage…but don’t tell that to a child.

Being alone is a newness to a twelve-year-old child. He is so used to people about. The only way he can be alone is in his mind. There are so many people around, telling children what to do, how to do, that a boy has to run off down a beach, even if it’s only in his head, to get by himself in his own world.

Do you remember being alone as a child?  I remember how powerless I felt. Yet at the same time, it was magical. As Bradbury points out, there was a “newness.” The solitude of youth is like a playground, a place for your thoughts to run free.

Water is like a magician. Sawing you in half. It feels as if you were cut in two, part of you, the lower part, sugar, melting, dissolving away.

Children are fascinated with the beach. They understand a golden quality, a magical element. Bradbury captures it well. Water that’s “melting” and “dissolving away.” Cutting you in half…

I was only twelve. But I know how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that is no more bad than wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever.

The beauty of your first love. No explanation, no justification. A girl that embodies human perfection – you love her so much that it hurts. It’s like a flower that’s unfolding, painful yet glorious: the most beautiful love you can feel.

Your first love is a sand castle that lives in your mind.

I was grown. But she has not changed. She is still small. She is still young. Death does not permit growth or change. She still has golden hair. She will be forever young and I will love her forever, oh God, I will love her forever.

The irony of those that die young. They suffer a bitter fate. Yet they are forever young in our minds, immortal…always strong, always healthy.

There, at the water’s edge, lay a sand castle, only half-built. Just like Tally and I used to build them. She half and I half…I built the rest up very slowly, then I turned away and walked off, so as to not watch it crumble in the waves, as all things crumble.

Love is the pinnacle of emotions. But what makes it beautiful is not strength; it’s weakness. Love is temporal and random.  A fleeting emotion. So when we find it, almost by accident, we clutch at it. For a moment we’re elevated and we touch the golden wings.

Your first love will always be, in many ways, your greatest love.

Summary

I recommend this short story. Ray Bradbury is famous for his science fiction, but stories like “The Lake” show him to be much more; he was a teacher of humanity, a spiritual guide on the highway of life. He was an American treasure.

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The Most Important Index Card in the World

On the adult male, the average foreskin is equivalent in size to a 3 X 5 index card. Think about that a moment – let it ruminate. I’ll wait for you…

Ok, now ask yourself a question: do you think it’s meaningless? Follow your gut, listen to your heart…what do they tell you? It should be obvious.

Do you have any meaningless parts of your body? Your liver, your kidneys, your eyelids…of course not. Everything is there for a reason. Everything has a function. Everything has a purpose. Everything is playing a part in survival and – perhaps more importantly – in pleasure.

Here’s a short list of everything that’s in that “meaningless” foreskin:

• Frenar Band – The frenar band is a group of soft ridges near the junction of the inner and outer foreskin. This region is the primary erogenous zone of the intact male body. Loss of this delicate belt of densely innervated, sexually responsive tissue reduces the fullness and intensity of sexual response.
• Meissner’s Corpuscles – These are thousands of coiled fine-touch receptors. Also lost are branches of the dorsal nerve, and between 10,000 and 20,000 specialized erotogenic nerve endings of several types. Together these detect subtle changes in motion and temperature, as well as fine gradations in texture.
• Frenulum – This is a highly erogenous V-shaped structure on the underside of the glans that tethers the foreskin. During circumcision it is frequently either amputated with the foreskin or severed, which destroys or diminishes its sexual and physiological functions.
• Dartos Fascia – A temperature-sensitive smooth muscle sheath which lies between the outer layer of skin and the corpus cavernosa.
• Immunological System – The soft mucosa (inner foreskin) contains its own immunological defense system which produces plasma cells. These cells secrete immunoglobulin antibodies as well as antibacterial and antiviral proteins, including the pathogen killing enzyme lysozyme.
• Lymphatic Vessels – The loss of these vessels due to circumcision reduces the lymph flow within that part of the body’s immune system.
• Estrogen Receptors – The presence of estrogen receptors within the foreskin has only recently been discovered. Their purpose is not yet understood and needs further study.
• Apocrine Glands – These glands of the inner foreskin produce pheromones – nature’s powerful, silent, invisible behavioral signals to potential sexual partners. The effect of their absence on human sexuality has never been studied.
• Sebaceous Glands – The sebaceous glands may lubricate and moisturize the foreskin and glans, which is normally a protected internal organ.
• Langerhans Cells – These specialized epithelial cells are a component of the immune system in the penis.
• Natural Glans Coloration – The natural coloration of the glans and inner foreskin (usually hidden and only visible to others when sexually aroused) is considerably more intense than the permanently exposed and keratinized coloration of a circumcised penis. The socio-biological function of this visual stimulus has never been studied.
• Length and Circumference – Circumcision removes some of the length and girth of the penis – its double-layered wrapping of loose and usually overhanging foreskin is removed. A circumcised penis is truncated and thinner than it would have been if left intact.
• Blood Vessels – Several feet of blood vessels, including the frenular artery and branches of the dorsal artery, are removed in circumcision. The loss of this rich vascularization interrupts normal blood flow to the shaft and glans of the penis, damaging the natural function of the penis and altering its development.
• Dorsal Nerves – The terminal branch of the pudendal nerve connects to the skin of the penis, the prepuce, the corpora cavernosa, and the glans. Destruction of these nerves is a rare but devastating complication of circumcision. If cut during circumcision, the top two-thirds of the penis will be almost completely without sensation.

As you can see, the situation is grave. America’s problem is not Antifa riots or PBS funding. It’s the mutilation of our nation, the truncating of our sons. The stone-age cult of Judaism, transplanted to the modern world.

Fortunately, there is hope – foreskin restoration. The Major has taken the plunge and he has good news…pleasure CAN BE RESTORED. Yes, there is hope!!!

Thank you, Major Styles! Thank you for teaching me about foreskin restoration!!!

What’s the purpose of life? For Major Styles, the answer is clear: whole body orgasms, multiple orgasms, a tidal wave of pleasure. In other words…the foreskin.

The most important index card in the world.

See Related Post: How I Restored My Foreskin

Economics is Not About Our Hopes and Values

A great quote from Thomas Sowell in Basic Economics: A Citizens Guide to the Economy:

Economics is a study of consequences of various ways of allocating scarce resources which have alternative uses. It is not a study of our hopes and values. (p. 3)

You can see why Thomas Sowell is hated by the left (cue the “Uncle Tom” card). For them, economics is all about hopes and values.  Spread sheets don’t matter, budgets don’t matter, and the national debt is irrelevant. It’s all about feelings (cue the violin solo).

Unfortunately, these feelings are based on Cultural Marxism – they hinge on the oppressor/oppressed model. The people that have things are evil; the people that lack things are noble. It’s a children’s fable, akin to Robin Hood – steal from the rich and give to the poor.

Charity is a noble thing – but only to a worthy cause: a child with a cleft palate, a man with no legs, a homeless veteran, etc. The examples are endless. They deserve our sympathy and perhaps (if we can afford it) a monetary handout; but charity to the deserving and only to the deserving.

Life is about the subtle difference. You have to break down the argument, weigh the evidence, and analyze the fact. It’s a time-consuming process. But it’s a critical one, since your personal well-being is at stake.

Can you spot a real victim from a fake one? The charlatan never sleeps…

Is “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac a Song About Stalking?

I really like the song “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac. Musically, it has great dynamics; it builds from slow vocals into a soaring crescendo of instruments.

But like so many songs, the glory is ruined with a lyrical inspection. I’ve come to believe that it’s not a song about love; rather, it’s a song dedicated to stalking. A frightening descent into human depravity.

Given that Stevie Nicks is singing, I’ll assume it’s from a woman’s perspective…

You could be my silver spring….
Blue-green..colors flashin’
I would be your only dream…..
Your shinin’ on ocean crashin’….

So far, so good. I’m in…

And did you say that she’s pretty….
and did you say that she loves you…?
Baby I don’t wanna know.

Ouch. That’s sad. A relationship that ended. Two ships that passed in the night…a love that was not meant to be (insert one hundred other cliches into the parenthesis).

I’ll begin not to love you…
Turn around, you’ll see me runnin’
I’ll say I loved you years ago…
And tell myself you never loved me….No……

We’re beginning to see that this relationship was one-sided. She was into him. He…not so much into her.

And did you say she was pretty….
And did you say that she loves you…?
Baby, I don’t wanna know….Oh no…..
And can you tell me…was it worth it….?
Really, I don’t wanna know..

She’s really upset about the ex’s new squeeze.

Time cast a spell on you…that you won’t forget me…
I know I could have loved you but you would not let me….

Let it go, dear. Let it go…

Time cast a spell on you…that you won’t forget me…
I know I could’ve loved you, but you would not let me..

There’s other fish in the sea…stay strong.

I’ll follow you down ’til the sound of my voice will haunt you..

Ok, it just got weird.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you..

I’m officially frightened…

What’s the Worst Part of Being a Drug Addict?

I bumped into an old acquaintance a few nights ago. I knew him when I was a teenager, a time that both of us were taking drugs: acid, marijuana, etc. Fast forward twenty-five years…what changes have occurred?

For me, the experimentation was a stage: a period of self-discovery. Eventually, I had a bad acid trip and gave it up. The weed lasted for a few years as well. Again…I eventually got tired of it. I grew up, got a college degree, traveled the world, developed my talents, married my wife, and had a child.

My acquaintance?

Still smoking pot every day,…still taking acid. At 45, he was never married or had children. And deep down, he’s basically a cool guy. But that’s beside the point – what kind of women wants to marry a druggie? If he does find a woman, will he want her? (she’ll have an addiction as well). It’s hard enough to find someone that you “click” with; but when you mix drugs into the equation, then it becomes impossible.

When I was growing up in the 1980’s, there was a popular commercial on television—say nope to dope and ugh to drugs. They said that narcotics would kill you. But when you grew up, you saw older drug addicts and you realized that the commercial was false; the warnings were a lie. You can take drugs and live (see Keith Richards).

There was a more convincing argument – one that was never made.

Drugs will destroy your sexual market value.

If you’re a 10, now you’re a 6. If you’re an 8, now you’re a 4. Your romantic value has been diminished. Your stock has plummeted on the Wall Street of Love.

Drugs limit your ability to meet the person of your dreams – to start the family you always wanted. It’s the most powerful argument against drug abuse. Everybody wants love, and they want to be in love – knowing that drugs will destroy this goal is the strongest deterrent I can think of.

Book Review: Tai-Pan by James Clavell

A friend of mine used to say, “New books are better than old ones.” After reading by Tai-Pan by James Clavell, I have to agree. It’s bold, funny, raucous…everything a novel should be. I give it five stars.

The story takes place in China during the 1700’s. We follow Dirk Straun, the English sailor. He’s become a wealthy man by trading opium with the Chinese. Simultaneously, he takes an Asian wife and starts a company called The Noble House. He lives in Hong Kong, a new city in the British Empire (we all know how that turns out, of course).

Dirk is the “Tai-Pan” – it means supreme leader in Chinese. The locals respect and fear him. He rules with an iron hand, learning how to do business in the local way: saving face, calling bluffs, and fighting when need be.

Enter Culum, the son he left behind in England. The book segues into a great father/son tale at that point. Dirk…the man who went to China to make a fortune, yet left a boy in England behind. And Culum…the son who comes looking for a father: hoping to learn from him yet full of resentment. It’s a universal conflict.

I love the story for many reasons, but perhaps most is this…

Deep inside of every man, there lives a Dirk Straun—a man that longs for a life of adventure.

So many of us lead mundane lives, trapped inside a cubicle farm in corporate America. The break room, the bathroom, the freeway…boring. Thankfully, with the help of James Clavell, we can be transported to another place and time. A world of sailors and sword fighting.

I highly recommend this novel—it belongs on the bibliophile’s bookshelf.