Archive for September 21st, 2005

Answer to Elizabeth

Elizabeth says,

If you’re female, sometimes discussing something, even in prayer, with a man/male
presence, can be intimidating.

In real life, sometimes the best way to get through to a male VIP is to go
through his secretary, his wife — or Mama. (This may be an alien concept
to those of you not fortunate enough to be Southerners!)

One things I’ve noticed since my first visit to a Catholic church is that
not having a female presence (Mary) tends to result in a feminized Jesus.

Any orthodox (doctrinally-correct) Catholic church has at least one image
of the Holy Family, which could be considered an earthly Trinity. After all,
Jesus was part of a FAMILY, while He was present in flesh on Earth.

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MY REPLY:

Elizabeth, since I was forunate enough to be raised a Southerner, I used the hell out of it on Capitol Hill.

I would often be put on hold while trying to reach a congressman. Since I was big deal on the Hill, the woman putting me on hold would explain why the congressman could not talk to me. That gave me a chance to ask who SHE was.

“She” was often the office manager for the congressman. All my fellow staffers informed me that “office manager” was just a word invented to make a secretary feel good. If you took a look at her salary you would be disabused of that myth right quick.

Nobody looked at their salary but me.

It is public record, but I was he only person I knew who could look it up.

That “glorifed secretary,” I discovered, was theone I really wanted to talk to.

If I had talked to the congressman, and if I were successful, he would go to his office manager and tell her to remind him of the commitment he had made to me.

IF I was lucky. We had a list of the congressmen who were too drunk to keep commitments after lunch, so my confidence in speaking to The Great One Himself was somewhat limited.

So while other staffers fumed at being forced to talk to “the secretary” I would more often than not get my business done directly with her. I did not need to talk to His Majesty Himself.

The office managers thought I was great.

This is the big leagues, gang, and nobody got to be an office manager on Capitol Hill unless she really enjoyed taking the responsibility herself.

She would get to the congressman in a way I could never do.

And she LIKED it.

After some years on Capitol Hill I discovered that my genius in dealing with “secretaries” was just part of a plot of concocted by the Evil Genius Whitaker.

One day we were dividing up calls to be made and someone said, “Have Whitaker get in touch with her. he’s been cultivating secretaries for years.”

So do you think I said, “No way. What I did was common sense.”

If they thought I was a genius, who was Ole Bob to disagree?

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Legion

With my background I am impressed by watching American soldiers who are thoroughly trained.

You have to give a real pro credit.

American troops move into position at neither a run nor a walk.

I would hate to be on the other side.

Those troops are like the Roman legions, a whole new phenomenon in their time. They constitute a single unit moving inexorably forward. Each soldier’s firepower is staggering but he is never overconfident about it.

Each man is an arsenal by any earlier standards of warfare, but each arsenal moves in a dance, always in the direction of their goal.

Nobody seems to notice the artistry of it.

If you are someone like me, who has been the objective of firepower, it gives you a cold chill.

Repeat: I would hate to be on the other side.

There used to be a saying, “One barbarian can beat one regular soldier. But a million barbarians cannot beat a legion.”

If you want to beat American soldiers you must wear a woman’s clothes and carry a bomb.

In World War II American soldiers were a joke. If it were not for the Italians, Americans trying to be soldiers would have been the laughing stock of the war.

Today nobody can come close to American soldiers.

I never say anything to flatter anybody. I despise everything those soldiers are doing for Israel.

But Lord Almighty, they are GOOD at what they do!

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Perfection is a Contemptible Goal

I was taking high school Latin and we had a substitute teacher. One girl in the class had gotten a series of A pluses on her tests because she had gotten all the answers right.

The new teacher said to her, in class, “I can’t give you A pluses like your earlier teacher did. A plus means perfection and perfectionis like..”

And she pointed upward dramatically,

“God.”

I was about fifteen years, but I added her comment to my already very long list entitled, “Incredibly Dumb Things People Say When They’re Trying to be Wise.”

Her concept of God Almighty was somebody who made a perfect score on a high school Latin test.

And she was dead serious.

I have heard a number of sermons on The Rich Young Man. Jesus said to him, “If you would be PERFECT, sell all you have and give it to the poor and FOLLOW ME.”

Not one word of any of those sermons even mentioned the fact that the Rich Young Man was being asked to become an Apostle of Jesus Christ. All that ever matters about the Rich Young Man was that he was rich.

Which was exactly the attitude Jesus was criticizing him for.

Jesus was asking him to BEGIN by renoucing his fortune. Jesus was saying he needed to do that to become PERFECT. Heaven is not limited to Perfect People.

AFTER the young man followed Jesus, he would GROW to be something much more than wealthy.

Perfection can be achieved by a worm. He can be a perfect worm. But will it matter?

Would God surrender his throne to a person who scored perfect on a Latin test? Even a COLLEGE Latin test?

One thing you will notice about people or business or people who make a difference in the world is that a lot of confusion and a lot of bad mistakes go with their success. They are growing.

By definition, growth is not perfection.

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Intelligent Conversation Cannot Use All the Qualifiers

Two people cannot communicate if all the qualifiers are put in.

If I say “To appeal to Southern white voters you have to be conservative” I could spend all day qualifying that statement.

What is “conservative” to one person is not “conservative” to another. There are hundreds or thousands of whole books dedicated to that question.

Many of the tens of millions of voters I am referring to are liberals. There are hundreds of whole books devoted to that subject.

What exactly is “white?” People get paid to write whole books quibbling over that.

But if you are in real politics, you had better understand that rule, not the quibbles.

What is a duck?

“If it quacks like a duck I call it a duck.” That’s a standard piece of common sense. But a toy can quack without being a duck.

Are you actually going to say, “I saw a quacking toy that is not a duck.”

You may think you have made a big point. But all that tells real people is that you have a lot of time and absolutely nothing to do with it.

This is a matter of seeing the trees but not the forest.

But you could argue, “The forest cannot exist without trees. He who seeth not the trees cannot understand a forest.”

Boy, that sounds wise! And I just made it up.

You can spend all day sounding wise.

There is one minor problem with spending all day with Deep Wisdom like that: You miss everything the person who said “They are not seeing the forest for the trees” is trying to tell you.

But you get to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Lately I was talking about the willingness of Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac. I used the names Jacob and Esau, I think. There are so many name-pairs in the Old Testament.

What I was criticizing was a Methodist bishop about 1955 who said that if Abraham was willing to sacrifice Isaac for God, we should be willing to sacrifice the white race for God. By “God” he meant integration. I pointed out that all of us in the Bible Belt knew that God refused to accept that kind of sacrifice.

But if I mixed up Abraham and Isaac with Jacob and Esau, wasn’t my criticism absurd? I got my facts wrong just like the bishop did. Isn’t that the same thing?

Not at all. I was making a very critical point. The bishop was declaring, as a doctrine of his faith, that we had to be willing to sacrifice the white race for integration.

I was also making the point that we all knew back in 1955 that integration was aimed at the extinction of the white race.

The point I made was infinitely more important than getting the names right.

One of my commenters corrected me. I appreciated that. I would not have appreciated that if he had obsessed over it.

But if he were dumb enough to obsess over it, he wouldn’t be commenting here.

Back about 1955 a man who prided himself on his Wordly Practicality would say, “If the Greatest Thinker on earth gave a lecture with his pants unzipped, all people would remember about him would be that his pants were unzipped.”

I was just fourteen, and everybody else was impressed. But I was thinking that he hadn’t told me anything about the Greatest Thinker on earth, but he had told me a lot about himself and the people who took him seriously.

If all you notice about the Greatest Thinker on Earth ishtat he is buck naked, you have the IQ of a mushroom.

One of these days I may go back and change Jacob and Esau to Abraham and Isaac. But the fact is that I have not the slightest respect for anybody who obsesses on crap like that.

So I probably won’t bother.

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Suffering is Cheap

It is no accident that theologians, including Communist theologians, talk almost exclusively about how the people need to make sacrifices.

Jesus preached one single commandment when it came to the question of how you should treat all human beings, including yourself:

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

So early Christianity responded by tens of thousands of people going out into the desert and whipping themselves and starving themselves and imprisoning themselves and humiliating themselves.

What exactly does all this self-immolation have to do with the golden rule?

How about the other of the two commandments? If you torture yourself, does it show you love God?

You are showing you love by taking one of his children and torturing him.

If that makes sense to you, you need a long rest.

So why do all religions, including Marxism, love sacrifice and suffering so much?

The reason is obvious. Any retard knows how to torture somebody. Torturing yourself is even less of an intellectual feat.

It’s easy to hurt yourself.

On the hand hand, the golden rule is far more challenging. It takes talent to put a smile on someone else’s face.

Like the Communist “intellectual” the theologian has absolutely nothing to offer anybody. So he prescribes suffering. He tells you you should suffer gladly.

Neither the theologian nor the “intellectual” has anything to sell.

So they sell you pain and sacrifice, the easiest and cheapest commodities there are.

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