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Just How Dumb ARE People Who Think They’re Intellectuals?

I am a documentary freak. I was watching one on the Stone Age culture in the islands north of Scotland. It reminded me of the times I went to visit Great Zimbabwe. Like absolutely every other ancient structure, Zimbabwe was regarded as a “religious structure.” This is because it is assumed that anything useful that was not a product of a Great Civilization was taught to the barbarians by the Orient, Ex Oriente Lux.

There is another assumption here, and I am STILL the only one who goes on with the critique of assumptions at a deeper and deeper level. The assumption is that nothing DUMB ever came out of the East. So the Ex Oriente Lux crowd has always assumed that the lowly barbarians spent all their time, money, and building skill on useless religious exercises the way Egypt did. Actually, even the ROMANS laughed openly at the Egyptians about this. They MADE FUN of the fact that the Egyptians build worthless crap out in the desert while the Romans were building roads.

No, not all of the people in Europe had the same quivering worship of the Middle East that “Christians’ and Political Correctness demand today. Please note, once again, the alliance here between the so-called conservative “Christians” and the established faith of Political Correctness. They stand shoulder to shoulder in the battle against REAL history as they do in the case of other realities.

So let us return to this assumption, WHICH NOBODY ELSE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF, of the simple fact that historians assume that nothing SILLY came from the Great Civilizations.

Once again, as with the words of Jesus, my experience with totalitarian society gives me an insight others do not have. As I walked around Zimbabwe, the hair on my neck raised. I had been here before. Every avenue was WATCHED. The main entrance led straight to a guard post and straight away from it. On the outskirts is circular winding walkway that has a classic purpose: a guard could stand at the top in those days before electronics and watch every step a person made to the center point.

Then there was the water. Like all other nice things, I have been taught to think in terms of THIRST. They showed us that, under the porous rock in that semi-desert area, there was an area under Zimbabwe that was very wet. It was wetter when Zimbabwe was new. It was a previously rocked-in area underneath Zimbabwe under the porous rock. When it rained there three or four times a year, the water went though the porous rock and accumulated in that gap, which today is mostly open. What the guide thought was particularly funny was that the only TREE in the area has grown right there, with its roots in the only water for miles around.

So while other people saw only a giant religious structure trying to copy Great Civilizations, what I saw was a familiar sight: a structure built to keep watch on a huge number of slaves, with the only source of water there.

But I was, for once, not the only person to make this observation. A number of sane Rhodesian scholars had declared the Great Zimbabwe was a slave-labor gold mine. They were denounced at Oxford, of course. Now this idea is accepted.

Hell, a lot of Germans were advocating the germ theory of disease in the seventeenth century. We only know that because the Intellectuals denounced them and the “Christians” wanted to know where THAT was in the Bible and Noah’s Ark. But this is going on today: Real history is always denounced as uneducated at first.

Which tells you a lot about the “educated.”

Back when the Great Sculptors were working in Renaissance Italy, I am sure the peasants wondered why their statues had to be so UGLY. They were bare gray stone, and to the peasants of that day, who liked vivid colors to brighten their dull existence, they must have looked depressing. But the Great Sculptors said that the peasants were ignoramuses, so they did Understand the SUBTLE beauty of the Ancients.

Actually the ancients would have gagged at the monstrosities, like the Capitol Building in Washington, DC, that these TRUE barbarians, these “educated” barbarians, produced. We know now that no such depressing gray stone structures EXISTED in the classical world. The “educated” people found statues which had been denuded of their vivid color by a thousand years of wear and did not have the imagination “– imagination is DEFINITELY encouraged by “education” or “Christianity” — to consider that a statue buried in the earth for a millennium may look different from the one that was originally buried down there.

Now back the islands north of Scotland. One ancient, pre-pyramid, village has been uncovered. That is, the stones have. It is significant to me what they said about it, but they didn’t listen to THEMSELVES. The documentary said this was an important discovery because all the other structures from the megalithic period were built of wood, but these islands have no wood but lots of stone to build with. So the stone gave historians a clear look.

Now if they THOUGHT about what they said, as I KEEP encouraging YOU to do — they would have a whole new view of history. They worship the Middle East. The Middle East built in stone because they had to send to LEBANON for wood. So did everything come from the Middle East or did everything THEY CAN FIND still stand there while all the others, the real originators, had their wood structures rot away?

This seems pretty obvious if you can THINK. But Dewey education was declared to be about “teaching us to think,” which means it was a wholesale onslaught AGAINST education. I have given you example after example about how, in practical politics, the first thing you do if you want to defend a monopoly is to declare a campaign against monopoly, if you want to spread hate you do it in the name of fighting hatred, and so forth.

People used to understand this as a matter of course. Then came “education.”

OK, so the documentary made my OLD point, that “Christians” and historians both worship stone. But my NEW point is that that piece went on to insist that everything on those islands was just religious. And in their terminology, “religious” means worthless. Anything NOT worthless had to wait for the Middle East to get it there.

But tiny communities on those barren islands did not develop the massive priesthood that wasted Egypt’s resources. While the historians obsessed over religious significance, as they did in Great Zimbabwe, I saw the practical uses of those structures. In other words, the silly stuff, the wasteful superstitious side of lie that historians impose on every building remain outside of the Middle East is a product of their own crap. Other societies didn’t develop the SILLINESS of Egypt. They did things for REASONS, like the Great Zimbabwe gold mines.

But until we realize that “intellectuals” are so stupid they don’t wonder what a thousand years’ wear might do to a status, that only a dullard would worship ROCKS and assume that everything began where there was no wood, that it is a highly expensive bureaucratic priesthood that builds a whole society around religion, we can’t see ANYTHING clearly.

Political Correctness is NOT the first time that silliness and superstition has been imposed in the name of “intellectuality” and “education.” It happens in every society as a matter of course and is just as a matter of time.

The people who call themselves “intellectuals” simply cannot understand real history because they are incapable of looking in the mirror, which is where the answer lies.

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Traditional Values and “SHAZAM! BOOM!” Part Two

Everybody says that if you put down a black, a black should object. If you put down a Jew, a Jew should object.

According to Traditional Values, when Jesus said, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” he excluded every one of us living today. Can I, on behalf of every black and Jew, object to this? You see, every one of us living today, including Holy Minorities, are part of the population Traditional Values excludes from Jesus when he spoke the Golden Rule.

According to Traditional Values, at the instant of conception there is a “SHAZAM! BOOM!”

At that instant, the new person should be treated as you would want yourself treated. But when the black and the blond marry, all that matters is that THEY are “in love,” and, above, that the guy in the dress shouts SHAZAM!

To hell with the kids.

Literally.

The problem is that neither you nor I nor the other six billion people on earth were around when Jesus said “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” This did not apply to you and me, since we were not in the “SHAZAM!” stage, much less the “BOOM!” part.

Jesus did not say to only be good to those who are here now. Early Christianity did not believe there would BE a future, so I doubt Jesus worried about it much. But had he known that his Second Coming would be so delayed, the churches would not have been closed in the meantime because people like me and you, future generations who had not been SHAZAM/BOOMed yet, didn’t matter.

No, a man in a dress screaming “SHAZAM!” won’t substitute for a genetic morality.

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Traditional Values and “SHAZAM! BOOM!” Part One

There have seldom been weddings that were as restricted as the one Jesus blessed at Cana. Not only was the marriage restricted to two Jews, but it had to be the right SECT of Jews. And Jesus did say to one person, “Are you not a descendant of David, etc.?”

In other words, no one would have been married at Cana by a quick conversion.

But Traditional Values people tell us that if there had been any restrictions on the wedding of Cana, any good “Christian” would have shouted “Foul!”

It doesn’t matter if the children will be ugly (see piece below) or if it’s genocidal or anything else. All that matter to the Family Values type is that a guy in a dress stands in front of the couple, waves his arms, and shouts, “SHAZAM!”

The next frame is a lightening bolt striking with a resounding “Boom!”

And the couple is now Married, which is ALL that matters.

I know liberals are silly, too. But I can’t imagine anything liberal that is more droolingly ridiculous than this “Shazam! Boom! Sambo and his blond are MARRIED and that is all that matters forever.”

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How Fast Does Psi Move?

For many years Duke University had the only program dedicated to proving or disproving ESP, extra-sensory perception. Actually the term extra-sensory perception is misleading, because if we have a sixth sense, it is not extrasensory.

Identical twins have an interrelationship for which we have only anecdotal accounts. There is evidence that, to a certain extent, identical twins share the same “self.” We have not the slightest idea why we have this “I” inside us, whereas as far as we know a computer has no more realization of its own existence than a rock does.

It may or may not be googable, but it would interesting to find out whether Duke ever tested this identical twin identity.

I wrote around this subject of “self” below, when I said that, since we can’t even recognize the 2% of our population, which means you know a number of them, which consists of pure sociopaths, people with no guilt feelings at al, how can we say that people of other RACES have the same feelings inside that we do.

We know NOTHING about the self. All of our sciences tell us flatly that the “selfhood” possessed by every man, woman, do and cat and bird on this plant CANNOT EXIST. I am talking about this whole experience you and I live with every day, the one through which we feel pain and joy and boredom and the only thing that really MATTERS in the universe.

But science tells us that this is no more real than ghosts.

Than GHOSTS!

I am not getting mystical on you here. It is very hard to discuss this and keep people from sliding off the deep end about me hinting at something. I don’t hint. I believe that science works just fine. I believe that the self is simply something that is preternatural; something that we simply know exists, since we are US, but cannot be demonstrated by present-day science.

But when you say that all people are the same beneath their skin, you are presuming knowledge nobody has any inkling of. That was the point I mad, and it was an important one.

But when I make a point, somebody goes toddling off on something they are used to thinking about. One reader, whom I jumped one, went right into how everybody was the same under the skin and assimilation and so forth. As far as the point I actually made, he simply didn’t hear it.

Ted Bundies lawyer friends thought he was just like everybody else. They SAID so. They TESTIFIED to it. But inside Ted was as alien as any Martian. But the reader didn’t see that point at all. He just went into the usual flitter about how his colored friends bathe and speak good English so they must be just like him.

It makes me tired all over when someone acts like he is commenting when he is just repeating his tape recording.

Anyway, back to this ESP business. Our speed of communication in space is limited by the speed of light. But if two identical brains were developed, identical twins, would communication between THEM be limited the same way? If identical twins have any shared selfhood, it is completely outside of science as we know it. So if twin A is on Alpha Centauri 4.6 light-years away, his connection with the other twin may still be instantaneous. After all, this is not two people communicating, this is the same person.

If we ever found that was true, then we could simplify it until all communications in space were handled this way.

Already this speed of communication is problem is noticeable. You watch a reporter in Iraq being asked a question, and then the noticeable delay before he starts to answer. Each side of the talk must go up 14,000 miles to the satellite, then back down to him. That is a fraction of second, but normal conversation occurs at about 240 words per minute, so this break is noticeable, since it goes on BOTH ways.

I remember when Nixon talked to the first astronauts to land on the moon in 1969. We didn’t use satellites then, and we were used to radio and telephone. So it seemed like a HUGE delay when he and the astronauts had to wait three second for the telephone comment to get to the moon and back at light speed. And the moon is next door astronomically. When the satellite passed Jupiter we had to wait something like an hour for the pictures to get back here.

Alpha Centrauri is our next door star, and a question and answer would take ten years to travel there and back. So how fast does Pi, this shared self, move, if it exists at all?

It used to be ridiculous for people to worry about things like the speed of light. But every day the theoretical becomes practical, and what used to be practical becomes as outdated as using a whole computer to add and subtract.

I am sure someone will tell me that Psi moves just as fast for people regardless of the color of the skin, but that is not what I am writing about.

I did a whole piece about the specific problem I had with monomaniacal anti-Semites who interrupted a point I was making to blame it all on Jews. I received an agonized reply about how I was calling anyone a zithead who talked about Jews.

This is the old “So you are saying my mother is ugly” bit I keep talking about. I go to a lot of trouble to make a SPECIFIC point and then the person I am talking to, who seems to have been in a coma while I talked, looks angry and says, “So what you’re saying is that my mother is ugly!” When I made my living at this I had to put up with crap like that and try to calm the person down and try to understand HOW my comment on the economics of Pakistan somehow could be construed in his mind to refer to his mother.

But I don’t HAVE to do crap like that any more.

AND by now my commenters should be able to do it FOR me, though their silence in the latter case disgusted me.

No, I am not interested in your Mommy or your colored friends. It is hard enough to get my point if you pay attention. The time you spend defending Mommy or Sambo would be better spent looking back over what I actually said and trying to USE Mantra Thinking.

I did not start this blog so we could go on endlessly getting tangled into what I meant and standard ideas you were thinking about before you read what I said. The world is crammed with publications and online stuff for you to do that with.

I want commenters who read, read again, think, and then come up with something productive. There are very, precious few people who can do that. Others are welcome. But that few are the ones I am LOOKING for.

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What Computers Don’t Do

A friend of mine once said, “The one thing nobody ever does during Rush Hour is rush.”

It has occurred to me that the one thing nobody does with a computer today is compute. I found out not that long ago that there is a calculator built into about every computer, on which, if you want to, you can compute, i.e., add, subtract, multiply and divide.

Watching documentaries on whales, it occurred to me that those calculators are like the leg bones in a blue whale. This is the biggest animal that has ever lived on earth — probably. It is as long as a football field. Buried down deep in the back of each blue whale is a set of legbones, about animal size, and so absurdly tiny in this titantic body. But it is a last tiny reminder of the fact that this was once a walking, furry land animal.

So our computer actually has a computer in it, which we use about as much as the blue whale walks around.

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Alan B. and Peter: A Fighter’s Respect

I was thinking about the clash Alan B. and I just had, and it reminded me of the time Peter felt insulted by what I had said about him. He gave me hell and told me he was not about to kiss my arse and just take it. Actually I had been using my rough humor and he took it wrong.

This time I was disappointed and tired and gave Alan B. hell once too often. He told me he was not about to just kiss my retail section and just take it.

Then he, like Peter, decided to come on back in.

This makes me a bit proud. Commenters are very nice to me and try to keep up my spirits, but you are also not afraid to take the old man on nose-to-nose.

If I step over the line, drive me back. Our whole problem is that we live in a world that is so desperate to see eye-to-eye that they simply will not take on “authority figures” nose-to-nose and fang-to-fang.

Alan B. and Peter, both rough characters, decided I was worth coming back in for. I would rather have the grudging respect of a fighter than the worship of a thousand syncophants.

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Hollywood

Is anybody else getting tired of sitting down to watch a movie and seeing some logo, then another logo, then another thing that says “A Gooble Picture” and another that says “a Lopside Production,” then an endless set of names, one by one, and, finally, a short mention of the title, some more credits, and on and on?

You have to watch for several minutes before you know whether the movie has started yet.

We live in an age where there are laws to deal with discrimination. There should therefore be a law requiring everyone in Hollywood to follow the same rules with regard to other professionals. For example, before anyone in the movie industry is allowed to sit down to a mean, at home or in a restaurant, he should first be require to see a complete list of everyone who had anything to do with the chair he is about to sit in. This list will, as in Hollywood films, include everybody who had anything to do with the chair.

There will be the name of the retailer, the wholesaler, each subcontractor who produced each part of said chair, the designer of that model must of course have a certain number of seconds to present his logo, as must the person who adapted the chair to mass production.

Out in the woodlands around the world are people who handled the equipment or the elephants who brought one part of the wood in. But plastic chairs or parts of chairs cannot be neglected. Someone in the chem lab developed the type of plastic, but not specifically for chairs, so the people involved in the process of discovering or and designing its use in that particular chair must be named.

Special thanks at in order for some people, of course.

No one will say exactly when the Hollywood personnel are actually allowed to SIT in the chairs. That is left to the artistry of those who made the chair.

After a few minutes, the Hollywooder will realize that he is now free to stop acknowledging everybody who had to do with making the chair and can sit down. At that point, a few hundred people who had to do with each of the utensils, knife, fork, spoons, cups, plates, napkins and so forth must be acknowledged.

There will, of course, be lawsuits about how much time those who made the table and the tablecloth should be assigned.

If the food is being warmed, we could allow a slow, solemn reading of everything on the label and then a listing of everyone involved in each phase of its making. In other cases, some research will be necessary for which, as in the case of Hollywood, the consumer must pay.

And for which the consumer must wait.

But we cannot discriminate in favor of the food and furniture industries. This procedure must be gone through with every product movie people drive, play with, or sleep on.

I do not think it would be long after these laws were enforced that we would be able to just SEE the damned movies we paid for.

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An Old Joke

There’s a joke that is worth repeating. It is so old it comes from the days when the only serious minorities in America were Jews and blacks.

One day an angel appeared before a black man, a Jew and a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (WASP) and said, “I am here to offer each of you your fondest wish!”

The black man said, “My people have been hated and exploited by white people for centuries, and I’m sick of it! My wish is that all of our people were back in Africa!”

“Your wish is granted,” Said the angel, and the black man disappeared.

The Jew said, “My people have been persecuted even longer! White gentiles have driven us all over the world and hated us. My fondest wish is that all Jews could be in Israel.”

“Your wish is granted!” Shouted the angel, and the Jew disappeared in a puff of holy smoke.

Then the angel looked at the WASP and said, “Don’t YOU have a wish?”

The WASP pondered a while and then said, “So all the blacks are in Africa and all the Jews are in Israel, eh?”

The angel replied, “Yes.”

The WASP said, “I think I’ll take a Diet Coke.”

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