25 February 2014

"Jim Crow," my ass.

Well, time for some commentary on Arizona's Evil Racist Sexist Heteronormative Non-cisgendered Thisphobic Thatphobic Whatever The Proglodytes Want To Call It Bill.  First, read this insightful breakdown by Matt Walsh.

It’s not that business owners want to “refuse service” to gays simply because they’re gay; it’s that some business owners — particularly people who work in the wedding industry — don’t want to be forced to employ their talents in service of something that defies their deeply held religious convictions. 

This shouldn’t be an issue, but it is, because some gays in some states have specifically and maliciously targeted religious florists, bakers, and photographers, so that they can put these innocent people in a compromising position, and then run to the media and the courts when — GASP! — Christians decide to follow the dictates of Christianity. 

Yet, the cases that sparked this law are hardly discussed. The progressive mob claims that this legislation is about shoving gays to the back of the bus and making them drink out of separate fountains. George Takei echoed the sentiments of many when he likened the Arizona bill to “Jim Crow.”

OK, let's think about what Jim Crow laws really were.  There were likely plenty of folks in the segregated south who just wanted to feed people and make money.  They really didn't care who sat with who.  But the law said, "You can't have Whites and Coloreds sittin' with each other!  That's illegal!!"

Yes, the law forced discrimination on everyone, whether they wanted it or not.  If you can't understand the difference between this bill and Jim Crow laws, then just keep your mouth shut while the grownups are talking.  There is no moral difference between a law denying freedom of association, and a law denying freedom of disassociation.

Back in Minneapolis, there is--or was, ten years back, a soul food joint called "Big E's."  I have eaten until I was full.  I have eaten until I was stuffed.  But at Big E's, I ate until I literally thought my stomach was going to rupture, and I could.  Not.  Stop.  His food is that good.  Everyone should experience that at least once.  The man is a Master Chef, and soul food is his medium of choice.

But if Big E--God forbid--wanted to say, "no honkies allowed," I would respect that.  It would be a crying shame for me, but it's his business, and he has the right to run it the way he wants, regardless of whether I like it or not.  Freedom is not convenient or safe, and it's not all fuzzy unicorns farting patchouli.  Freedom is, however, the greatest good for the greatest number; you know, what leftism pretends to be.

(And does anyone find it interesting that these activists are actually fighting tooth and nail to give their money to businesses that they find 'morally' reprehensible?  Guess they figured that whole boycott thing wasn't working for 'em.)

People, if someone doesn't want your business over what you think is a bullshit reason, fine.  Vote with your wallet.  Tell them, "Thank you for making your views known before I made the mistake of giving you my money."  Then go on down the block to someone who wants your cash.  They'll go out of business soon enough.  And if they don't, then maybe your pet issue isn't the Big Deal you think it is.

PS:  George, I got nothing but love for ya.  You seem to be an awesome guy--intelligent, talented, funny, and a great sense of humor.  But this planet doesn't revolve around your sex life, so please have Scotty beam you out of this discussion, kthxbi.

PPS:  TSM has something to say.  Different tack, but same point.

21 February 2014

Quote of the day

"You can't plan for humans."
--Salem MacGourley, via Erin Palette

Sprouts should sprout some brains

Well, crap.  Call me a hippie if you like, but I like Sprouts.  The product is good and the prices are reasonable.  Too bad I'm not shopping there any more.

So I send a letter to Sprouts Farmers Market stating my disappointment, and I get some bravo-sierra boilerplate form response back from some little (or hell, she may be a lard ass for all I know) airhead named "Stephanie" stating how they are striving for a "safe shopping environment."

Uh-huh. Right. Just like the safe no-guns allowed theater in Aurora. Or the safe no-guns allowed shopping mall in Omaha. Or the safe no-guns allowed elementary school at Sandy Hook.

You simply cannot argue with idiotic liberal sheep (triple redundant)--they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.

I'd contact them, but I'd just get another form letter.  I'd post on their FB page, but the article shows how well that works out.  So they can just lose business and wonder why.

Don't get me wrong--most if not all of these natural grocery stores have those signs up, but it's the absolute disregard and censorship of any opposing viewpoint by Sprouts, that pushed me over the edge.  Screw you guys, I'm going to Natural Grocers.

17 February 2014

Meditations on internal combustion

...from Mike "Leatherballs" Hendrix.

And see, that’s where the biker angle comes in amidst all this cage-talk. Anybody out there heard any of these do-gooder busybodies talking about electric motorcycles yet? Anybody want to ride one if they do finally get around to throwing us that small bone and allowing us that piddling bit of freedom? 

Hell, no. An electric motorcycle is what your parents get you for Christmas on your eighth birthday, if they can afford such a thing. You’re happy enough about it at the time, and you piddle around on it and have a ball until you’re big enough to handle a real honest-to-God dirt bike, and then the old one gets handed down to your little sister or your goofy cousin, and you never think about it again until your significant other drags out those embarrassing little-kid photos for all your friends to have a good time pointing and laughing at your geeked-out ass. It’s great when it’s all you have, but the whole time you know in the secret recesses of your brain that you’re just marking time until the real thing comes along. 

And an electric car is the same sort of thing, in its weak-ass, pathetic way. It’s a means of reducing all of us to the child-like status the eggheads believe we merit; we can only go so far, so fast, under certain conditions, and then we have to stop before we go too far for our own good. The more intelligent and independent-minded among us who dare question their almighty wisdom will be fed a bunch of bushwa about peak oil, and global warming or cooling or whatever the fuck it is this week, and the dire necessity of conserving scarce natural resources so China can go right on befouling the planet as they struggle halfway to where we were fifty years ago. If you’re good, and you toe the proper line, maybe you’ll get in with the right people and they’ll let you wash their stretch limos (which they’ll be keeping, thanks) every once in a while. But until you prove yourself worthy, you can make do with a glorified Big Wheel. And you’ll like it, damn you.

There are layers to the current rush towards statism that merit closer examination.  Ruminate.

16 February 2014

You think communism is awesome. You're stupid.

It's been tried before, over and over.  This is what it looks like when you Oppressives finally achieve your vision.

There are "academic" speakers now who advocate that having too many choices is "bad for you." Too stressful to choose, you see.
Living in the Soviet Union, being bombarded with similar nonsense, we had nothing to contradict it. When we walked outside the school, the everyday reality had no traces of the wealth afforded by capitalism. We lived in the grayness and that grayness was all there was.

Americans leave school to go home and they drop by a mall to buy something from an incredible selection of wealth and choice afforded by capitalism. They drop by a small corner store, which could probably feed a savvy Soviet village for a month (dog food is food, too, you know), and they pick up some "entertainment food" that did not exist in the USSR, in quantities that weren't affordable for an average Soviet family.

Then they go home and write essays on their expensive iPads about how they don't have the American Dream.

Do you hate humanity, do you hate yourselves that much?  Why the hell are you advocating for this?

04 February 2014

It's not the idiot, it's those that follow him.

I've had this same thesis wandering around in my head for a long time, but the Good Captain actually got off his ass and put it in writing:

Karl Marx was batshit insane.  He was psychotic.  And to believe or subscribe to any ideas the man had (be it political, economic, familial or anything) is foolish.

History has proven this.  Only a madman's illusions de grandeur could result in killing more people during peace time than Nazis did purposely during war.  You can compare similar people's implementing Marxism vs. freedom (the Koreas, East vs. West Germany, Cuba vs. Caymans, etc.).  And you can look to see what happens when countries abandon socialism in pursuit of capitalism (China, Vietnam, the Baltics).  But the real issue isn't what a "moron" or "psychopath" Marx was.  It isn't even the devastation and poverty his cancerous and flawed "theories" has wreaked upon the world.

It's the scary fact as to just how receptive humans are to such a stupid, and ultimately, dangerous and evil ideology.

Exactly.  Insane ideas can't flourish without a collection of morons that are actually stupid enough to take them seriously.  So, to all you people out there who are actually defending Communism, Socialism, Obummerism or collectivism in any form, listen up:

You are mentally defective.  Your thought processes are arrested at the level of a toddler's.  You are incapable of separating fact from fiction, or logic from emotion.  You and your misbegotten rationalizations masquerading as 'ideas' are absolutely worthless to any productive, useful person.

So go sit at the children's table and be quiet.  The grownups are talking.

02 February 2014

Actually, violence solves everything.

A very insightful piece on how the world actually works, not the way far too many wish that it worked.

The practical understanding of violence is as basic to human life and human order as is the idea that fire is hot. You can use it, but you must respect it. You can act against it, and you can sometimes control it, but you can’t just wish it away. Like wildfire, sometimes it is overwhelming and you won’t know it is coming until it is too late. Sometimes it is bigger than you. Ask the Cherokee, the Inca, the Romanovs, the Jews, the Confederates, the barbarians and the Romans. They all know “Or else what.” 

The basic acknowledgement that order demands violence is not a revelation, but to some it may seem like one. The very notion may make some people apoplectic, and some will furiously attempt to dispute it with all sorts of convoluted and hypothetical arguments, because it doesn’t sound very “nice.” But something doesn’t need to be “nice” in order for it to be true. Reality doesn’t bend over to accommodate fantasy or sentimentality. 

Our complex society relies on proxy violence to the extent that many average people in the private sector can wander through life without really having to understand or think deeply about violence, because we are removed from it. We can afford to perceive it as a distant, abstract problem to be solved through high-minded strategy and social programming. When violence comes knocking, we simply make a call, and the police come to “stop” the violence. Few civilians really take the time to think that what we are essentially doing is paying an armed band protection money to come and do orderly violence on our behalf. When those who would do violence to us are taken peacefully, most of us don’t really make the connection, we don’t even assert to ourselves that the reason a perpetrator allows himself to be arrested is because of the gun the officer’s hip or the implicit understanding that he will eventually be hunted down by more officers who have the authority to kill him if his is deemed a threat. That is, if he is deemed a threat to order.

RTWT, and ponder.