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Impaired Consciousness is the Invisible Plague

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  The physical aspect of the mind at work … The state of the nation at this point is terminal. As far as I know I’m the only one who fully understands why this is so, because I’m the only one who has devoted a writing life so continuously to the subject of human consciousness.   It’s only now that we can finally see the symptoms that demonstrate what is really wrong with the people who are responsible for leading civilization through the storms and rapids of our times. They are suffering from profound impairments of consciousness. In point of fact, almost everyone is, including the people who are emotionally and intellectually on ‘our side’. There are three distinct U.S. populations coming sharply into focus one calendar year before the make or break decisions of November 2024. All three are impaired. Mathematically, each of these can be considered a set.  There’s the set which is engaged compulsively in a civilization-level process of murder-suicide. Their actions are so...

I could blow it all up

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  The real me. Why I keep fighting to tell you. I could tell you all a lot about life, Trumpsters and Haters. Why don’t I? Why haven’t I? Because I invented a new kind of writing meant to survive me physically, which turns out to have been a bad bet. For example, I know far more about the gender (i.e., sex) thing than anyone imprisoned in niche paranoia understands. Except for youth mutilation, it’s all understandable and addressable. I know more about the Christian variosity than anyone else has had the wit to understand. From Catholics to Evangelicals I have a unifying theory. Worse for you, I can connect all my current insights to massive works I’ve already written. Been on to you all along. My unofficial subtitle for this post is “Songs About Me.” Why I begin with one of my favorites over the years… Bowie or me just drunk… Yeah, I’m both and been mistaken by both. Come back and explain this later.  So. Songs. About me. Which is just ducking the question. I get to a place y...

Questions I’ve asked nobody has answered

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  Where’s your William Blake? Twice in my life I have looked at women unblinkingly. When I went through a painful divorce in the 1990s and now when I am old and losing testosterone to the point that I agree with Samuel Johnson that sex is just a ridiculous position offering fleeting pleasure. All the ads for testosterone boosters we see on teevee strike me as sad. Graduating from sex is the male opportunity for wisdom. Why are we so desperately anxious to forgo the opportunity? I have questions I have posed no one has ever attempted to answer. Women are mad about the patriarchy. Why was there ever a patriarchy? Men in recorded history have always protected women to the point that female life spans were longer than male life spans. Women were the mothers of children. The future of the family and the species. It didn’t matter that they were otherwise less. Fairer but weaker, and somewhat dumber. As befitted their role. They cared about the children while men cared about everything el...

Time to talk about the Big C

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Oil on canvas, from the Private Georgia O’Keeffe Collection It’s all around us, permeating our everyday lives, including our hopes and fears, especially fears, and we don’t feel comfortable talking about it. As with other kinds of tacitly tolerated Censorship, the best known cure for speech we don’t like is more speech. So what are we talking about here? Well, getting right down to it, so to speak, here’s an introduction to the discussion by a woman, published at her site ‘Be Inspired,’ back in 2022… FTA: <<Cunt!   I bet that got your attention didn’t it! It certainly got mine when I was on a course with Yoni Shakti teacher, Uma Dinsmore-Tuli, and she used the term. I had always been taught never to use it, that it was totally out of bounds, the most uncouth word in the English language, and hearing her using it in class was completely out of my comfort zone. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, could I trust this woman who was calling a vagina (as I used to call it back then)...