“Soft despotism is a term coined by Alexis de Tocqueville describing the state into which a country overrun by "a network of small complicated rules" might degrade. Soft despotism is different from despotism (also called 'hard despotism') in the sense that it is not obvious to the people."
Don't fall for it, Sam :)ReplyDelete
There is a Christmas Island, but it is in one's own mind.ReplyDelete
his bones are now of coral---his eyes of pearls made....ReplyDelete
kinda like that
refugees are an interesting topic...ReplyDelete
Arabs flood the world to escape the shitholes they call their homeland...
Sudanese DIE by the hundreds each year trying to GET into Israel
Mexicans DIE trying to GET into America...
Iraqis and Iranians fly to indonesia and they use boats to get to Christmas Island to leave their respective shitholes...
Ever notice no one tries to ESCAPE to Gaza? Iran? Iraq? Yemen? Sudan? Algeria??
Here is a interesting post about China and Women...ReplyDelete
Let's remember that the real problem is that Jews are building apartments in Jerusalem
"Most persons are aware of China’s one-child policy. But few fully understand the indelible mark this human rights travesty has left on the soul of the Chinese people.
Recently professor Jing-Bao Nie of New Zealand published a remarkably candid appraisal of this policy, which represents the most ambitious demographic experiment ever conducted in human history.
China’s Birth Control Program through Feminist Lenses catalogs in chilling detail how the Chinese population-control agenda coerced hundreds of millions of women to use birth control, compelled over one-quarter of the adult female population to obtain an abortion, and ensured the forced sterilization of 37% of all married women."
a wonderful life to be a woman!
Deuce and Whit,
It was my understanding that we agreed that our "kids" were not topics for "conversation".
Rat has described his sadistic delight in the entertainment he derives in hurting bob by bringing up the rape of bob's daughter.
Please, purge these sadistic comments!
A sadistic person obtains pleasure from hurting other people and making them suffer physically or mentally
____English Collins Dictionary
'the tendency to derive sexual gratification or general pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others'
the activity of getting pleasure, sometimes sexual, from being cruel to or hurting another person
a : delight in cruelty
b : excessive cruelty
Wed Dec 15, 01:10:00 PM EST
Cease and Desist, already!!!!!!!
I wonder is being "gay" genetic or enviroment?ReplyDelete
Take the case of China..
Where MILLIONS of men will have no reasonable female outlet due to the state and cultural rules that are decreasing the availablity of brides
The same can be said of the arab world where the rich elder men have harems, and deprive the younger men of female companionship...
Will those millions of men become "gay"?
I have seen tv shows that focus on prison culture that straight men have sex with other men and consider themselves straight, the moment upon being released from jail they return to their "normal" lifestyle.
Not batting for that camp I do not have a clue, nor have I been in prison, nor have I ever suffered for lack of female girlfriend/spouse (well except for brief periods of teenage and young 20's)
What happens to the future of a culture that doesnt respect 51% of the population (women)
In two supermarkets 50 miles apart, I was the only one in line who did not pay with a social-service plastic card (gone are the days when “food stamps” were embarrassing bulky coupons). But I did not see any relationship between the use of the card and poverty as we once knew it: The electrical appurtenances owned by the user and the car into which the groceries were loaded were indistinguishable from those of the upper middle class.
By that I mean that most consumers drove late-model Camrys, Accords, or Tauruses, had iPhones, Bluetooths, or BlackBerries, and bought everything in the store with public-assistance credit. This seemed a world apart from the trailers I had just ridden by the day before. I don’t editorialize here on the logic or morality of any of this, but I note only that there are vast numbers of people who apparently are not working, are on public food assistance, and enjoy the technological veneer of the middle class. California has a consumer market surely, but often no apparent source of income. Does the $40 million a day supplement to unemployment benefits from Washington explain some of this?
Do diversity concerns, as in lack of diversity, work both ways? Over a hundred-mile stretch, when I stopped in San Joaquin for a bottled water, or drove through Orange Cove, or got gas in Parlier, or went to a corner market in southwestern Selma, my home town, I was the only non-Hispanic — there were no Asians, no blacks, no other whites. We may speak of the richness of “diversity,” but those who cherish that ideal simply have no idea that there are now countless inland communities that have become near-apartheid societies, where Spanish is the first language, the schools are not at all diverse, and the federal and state governments are either the main employers or at least the chief sources of income — whether through emergency rooms, rural health clinics, public schools, or social-service offices. An observer from Mars might conclude that our elites and masses have given up on the ideal of integration and assimilation, perhaps in the wake of the arrival of 11 to 15 million illegal aliens.
We hear about the tough small-business regulations that have driven residents out of the state, at the rate of 2,000 to 3,000 a week. But from my unscientific observations these past weeks, it seems rather easy to open a small business in California without any oversight at all, or at least what I might call a “counter business.” I counted eleven mobile hot-kitchen trucks that simply park by the side of the road, spread about some plastic chairs, pull down a tarp canopy, and, presto, become mini-restaurants. There are no “facilities” such as toilets or washrooms. But I do frequently see lard trails on the isolated roads I bike on, where trucks apparently have simply opened their draining tanks and sped on, leaving a slick of cooking fats and oils. Crows and ground squirrels love them; they can be seen from a distance mysteriously occupied in the middle of the road.ReplyDelete
In fact, trash piles are commonplace out here — composed of everything from half-empty paint cans and children’s plastic toys to diapers and moldy food. I have never seen a rural sheriff cite a litterer, or witnessed state EPA workers cleaning up these unauthorized wastelands. So I would suggest to Bay Area scientists that the environment is taking a much harder beating down here in central California than it is in the Delta. Perhaps before we cut off more irrigation water to the west side of the valley, we might invest some green dollars into cleaning up the unsightly and sometimes dangerous garbage that now litters the outskirts of our rural communities.
These inland communities were family-centered hotbeds of American Culture, Diversity, Pride, Work Ethic, and Patriotism when I was a lad.ReplyDelete
Now Turd World Welfare Funded Trasheaps
We need more Socialism!
A South Philly ChristmasReplyDelete
My Dentist's Son worked on me yesterday.ReplyDelete
Knew him from Scouts.
Got his BA in 3 years, and Dental Degree in 3 more in a special University of the Pacific Program that goes on year round to avoid talents slipping backwards over the summer.
When he "vacations" in South America, he donates his services to the poor in a program run by the Catholic Church.
People from the Forest that don't speak Spanish..
Older brother pursuing advanced studies and lecturing, and sharing a cutting edge practice with his professor.
Younger brother, an undergrad on track to also become a dentist in 6 years.
Sure hope Obama and Rufus find a way to see to it that these greedy bastids are not rewarded, and are properly punished for their success.
...something to think about this holiday season
I've always enjoyed Mexico.ReplyDelete
In a perverse sort of way...
The last time we were down there, down Oaxaca way, we drove a rental car south down to the coast.
All that windrowed trash alongside the road?
Mostly plastic detritus; bags, diapers. Who knows what.
I observed an interesting method of dealing with it.
A tanker truck with spray nozzles soaks the roadside debris with what I thought to be diesel. They do a quarter mile or so stretch and then light'er off.
Man is a social animal.
no, I better not.
Go to Yahoo and type, "masturbatory malice", the EB is the first thread up...CoolReplyDelete
If you people don't tone it down with the Holiday music, I'm threatening to open up with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.ReplyDelete
And, I'm from Idaho.
"If I ever come to believe that our worth is no more than that of a dog, I will reach into the nightstand, cock the pistol therein and take the express train out of Dodge."ReplyDelete
Or a cat.ReplyDelete
...couldn't find the quote on either google or yahoo...bummer...kinda hoped the kids would see that...
Imagine one's life as one long experiment in the endurance of pain and suffering. Of petty cruelties, of frank malevolence, of sadistic pleasure. Of pointed or casual indifference.ReplyDelete
Imagine a world constructed to facilitate it.
Imagine an eager audience for it.ReplyDelete
Better than any fictional tale.
It's bob's real life stories, stories with real consequence.
Bobtailing as they do with the greater story of over all societal decay that is at the center of his laments.
How a family went from being optimistic pioneers to a stalwart supporters and vibrant parts of the Community and then, within a generation, became self-centered zealots of personal privacy.
Except when THEY tell us the story. With the daughter mentioned frequently, by bob, as metaphor for the greater problems that bedevil society.
Using the story of her love of horses and the degradation of her shoveling shit to fulfill her horse back riding needs.
There by proving her worth, to him.
Classic literature, grand story telling, as told by a Master.
Reaching the apogee of his storytelling, here, at the Elephant Bar.
Stories that present great societal issues in a homespun way, as in his woeful tale of the challenges in bringing a $40 to $50 million dollar real estate project to life. While he Idaho real estate market is in the middle of the greatest level of real estate repossessions to have ever hit Idaho.
On a personal note,
He should have stuck to the RV Park idea, better yet, he should have explored becoming a switch grass farm and developing an ethanol energy co-op with the University.
It's just story telling ...
Literature, that's all any of it is.
bob's told me so himself, of the The Bible and the Koran, surely his and my writing is of less consequence than those two references.
Imagine a world of victims and victimizers.ReplyDelete
And a sea of spectators.
Just Western Lit, baby.ReplyDelete
Home of that Federally subsidized "American Heritage"ReplyDelete
Could be the world of a long suffering saint or martyr...
One of self-centered, paronoid victimhood.
Who is to say?
"It's just story telling ..."ReplyDelete
Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.
"Could be the world of a long suffering saint or martyr..."ReplyDelete
That dream scared the shit out of me.
Ron Paul says send money, to his friendsReplyDelete
The message could not have been clearer from the American people. They are ready and waiting for us in Washington to stand up for Liberty, to fight against statist power grabs, to end deficit spending, and to adhere to our Constitution.
Good men and women were sent here to join me in this battle, and I'm grateful. I'm ready to once again lead the fight to Audit the Fed, End the ObamaCare Mandate, stop Cap and Trade, and repeal the PATRIOT Act.
I want to stop our spending spree overseas and help forge a more constitutional and rational foreign policy. And I want to fight REAL ID and the TSA's jackbooted thuggery and help Senator Rand Paul (my son) pass a Balanced Budget Amendment to the Constitution to end the insanity of spending money we do not have.
But I can't do any of that alone. I need the reinforcements I was sent this month, including my son Rand in the Senate.
But I especially need you. I need you to help Campaign for Liberty lead the fight from the OUTSIDE, while Rand and I and other new liberty congressmen help lead it from the INSIDE.
Campaign for Liberty
Today's Christmas music…ReplyDelete
goes out to a friend
Don't worry it's no one here.
As I was going into the grocery store the other night, a young girl passed by me. She had stopped briefly, I think, to hand a donation to the Salvation Army guy and then sort of bounced off, smiling, into the parking lot with her parents.ReplyDelete
She was the very picture, an innocently, sweetly animated one, of health and happiness.
And I thought to myself that ideally, a world is so constructed, a society so fashioned - in a sense - for her. That if one could have any end in mind, it ought to be the creation and preservation of that simple, outgoing joy. In all its manifestations, in all its stages of life.
It felt good just to watch her.
That dream scared the shit out of me.
Yet the dream wasn't unpleasant.
Well I will tell you, the orders came down from the General today.ReplyDelete
"Rob" is leaving the condo --he's one of my daughter's friends.
I'm going to the condo.
Both the kids are in Cd'A.
This house, which is way too big for the two of us, is being sold, the hell with the current market.
The General - that's the wife --is going to Ohio to look after her affairs.
And on Monday I'm signing a LEGAL BINDING DOCUMENT with the City of Moscow.
And I intend to keep all the promises I have made to everyone.
But rat understands nothing of any of this.
You turn over things to the women, things get done.
That is what the other world is, Trish.ReplyDelete
We are just beginners here
WORKING WITH HINTS
Though I, of course, have a special place in my heart the for the shy, quiet and quietly thoughtful child - that "leavening agent" as Montessori described the type - and a desire to see a place made for her as well.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the pep talk from Grover!
Actually, I do sing when I'm alone, sometimes. I'll get real drunk and put on some real loud classic rock and sing while I pace. Fairly satisfying at times.
Trish, you got to read Blake.ReplyDelete
Imagination is ALL.
And nothing less than ALL is enough for a man or a woman.
"Yet the dream wasn't unpleasant."ReplyDelete
Dream I had years ago. I mentioned it: Being shown the ruins of a civilization with just the walls left standing. The square outlines of a vanished society.
(This is how the roofer comes into play.)
Then I was shown a little overgrown stone marker set in the ground. The shape and size of a brick.
Something about a saint.
Something about me.
Not like my escorts were TALKING. I just got the idea.
Try that on for size.
Oh, the dreams I've had.
Why is everyone looking for meaning on the outside, when you have the power to find it from within? There really is no grand plan, but that does not make life any less grand.ReplyDelete
Accept that everything is in a state of constant transition, because it is. Your privilege is that for a short period of time you get to see and know that it all exists. That comes with the burden of knowledge that we have that privilege for an absurdly short period of time, but a privilege nonetheless.
My more recent dream involving the Roman thing-I-can't-spell was simply riding down a street, the driver all excited, as it swelled into view in the front windshield.ReplyDelete
No ominous feeling.
That Nora Jones, I never heard of her before she was posted here.ReplyDelete
That is a privilege.ReplyDelete
I knew this man. He had everything. Today, I learned through a friend he ended his life at his own hand.ReplyDelete
He built this for $31 million. He lived there for five years and sold it for aprox $8 million. The house had a wine cellar with $3 million worth of wine, one bottle worth over $100,000.
He made some enemies. His bedroom had bullet proof windows and doors. In the end, the enemy that ended him was he.
Do you like that Norah Jones?ReplyDelete
Then along with my friend you can enjoy it too.
"Why is everyone looking for meaning on the outside, when you have the power to find it from within?"ReplyDelete
Yes, thank you, Obi Wan.
"There really is no grand plan...Just be thankful you're still here, you ungrateful worm!"
Got any other gems?
"Your privilege is that for a short period of time..."ReplyDelete
Missing the 'privilege' part. Sorry.
That is what the other world is, Trish.ReplyDelete
We are just beginners here
WORKING WITH HINTS
Please pardon the absence of beatific style.
You having a bad day Red?ReplyDelete
A bad day?ReplyDelete
A bad day?
Does that come with a bemused smile and expressive eyes?
You voted for George W. Bush. Twice.
That's just for starters.
And you wanna be sagacious?
Clearly what we have here is a fundamentally malevolent enterprise with an "amused" and "satisfied" art collector at the helm.ReplyDelete
And why the fuck not? I mean, if imagination is ALL, we're just scraping the motherfucking surface, for God's sake.
Yea, to think, we could have had Al Gore or John Kerry.ReplyDelete
No one said you had to come back. ( :ReplyDelete
Which of the three did you choose?ReplyDelete
Do you see yourself as an entertainer?ReplyDelete
Fuck off, Melody.ReplyDelete
I am not getting the "malevolent" part.ReplyDelete
Not an entertainer. I live a very private life.ReplyDelete
Fuck off, Melody.ReplyDelete
Hm…twice in one week I wonder what I'm doing to deserve such hostility.
"Which of the three did you choose?"ReplyDelete
I get the anger part.ReplyDelete
I do not remember an affirmative opinon on Kerry or Gore.ReplyDelete
hmm, too smart to answer that one.ReplyDelete
"Not an entertainer."ReplyDelete
I think it was some time in the first year of this blog, someone dropped in and said, "Don't you see? He's an entertainer."
I didn't see.
But that's when I asked you what you do for a living.
And got no answer.
Yeah, I can't get over that.
This comment has been removed by the author.ReplyDelete