A couple of years before I was born our country stood at the brink of something great. We were at the tipping point whereby we could eradicate racism, and likely bigotry in general, from our society. Then a horrible thing happened. We institutionalized it. And we patted ourselves on the back for it.
Program after program, initiative after initiative, agency after agency were created to allow the force of government to root out racism and punish the perpetrators. This expanded over time to include other victims of bigotry and as the power grew, so did the smugness that we were oh-so-good.
We had to prove to ourselves that we were indeed stopping bigotry, so we had to categorize people and track how well we were integrating the oppressed ones. Every person was categorized in every possible way in order to put them in the smallest little bucket possible, labeled appropriately, and tracked for what was believed to be progress.
The result is absolute dehumanization of every single person everywhere. People are now nothing but labels. The most important labels are the ones the people themselves have absolutely no control over: skin color, sex, ancestry, place of birth, height, etc. But that is not enough, NOOOO, people also must be categorized by religion, career choice, fitness condition, ideology, etc. The result is the ultimate form of institutionalized industrial strength bigotry: Multiculturalism.
The marketing science of multiculturalism is called Demographics, and is no less evil.
Human genome research has thoroughly debunked the idea that there are distinct races within the human race. There is but one human race. Anyone who identifies themselves, or even believes that they are any race other than human is, by definition, a racist. And we all do it to some degree or another.
Shame on us!
I’m not pointing fingers at anyone else since I am just as guilty as the next person.
Shame on me!
Anyone who answers a survey question about race that answers anything other than Human, or possibly Prefer Not To Answer, is engaging in and encouraging racism. By definition.
The government mandates that all companies track and answer for their employee core demographics. The core demographics being the things that people themselves have no control over such as the choice of their parents.
How did the institutionalization of such absolute evil happen?
An ancient text I read stated that the road to a very bad place, that we really don’t want to go to, is paved with good intentions. Alas, we are now in a really bad place that we really don’t want to be. And we got here through good intentions. And we pat ourselves on the back for it.
Shame on us.
We are now further away from Dr. Kings “Dream” than we were the day I was born.
Even the above statement, that reduces the life work, nay, souls work to a single “Dream” is the result of the dehumanization caused by the abomination Multiculturalism.
Shame on us.
Happy Birthday Dr. King. May god rest your soul, and may you forgive us for disrespecting you and denying humanity of the greatness we might have achieved thanks to you.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Law and Morality
The law of kings cannot improve the morality of men, but it can deprive men of morality.
I read that somewhere...
I read that somewhere...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Stage Fright
I am probably one of the most opinionated a$$h0l3z in the world. While I am certainly not THE most (there will be a later post on who I think is, or at least an annual award for it...), I am far above average. I have never, Ever, EVER hesitated to give my opinion on ANY subject when asked, seldom hesitated when not asked, and often am the fool blathering on when wise men would not only have bitten their tounges off but shipped them halfway around the world just in case.
I have never hesitated to go on any stage, in any role including formal subject speaking, in front of anybody, wearing anything or nothing, under any circumstance, ever. Not even once. That just isn't me.
I also flunked a high school English class. Twice. But that is probably apparent from the above para... what's that thing called?
And therin lies the rub. While I can blather on endlessly about many things, I don't write good. My command of my "native" language is ... to be blunt ... pathetic. I put the term 'native' in quotes because I only speak, read and/or write one language and poorly at that. But then again I did attend public school so it is a minor miracle that I can speak, read and/or write at all...
So here I am, with enough opinions to crash Google's servers, and I'm having a really hard time comitting to writing about something. There isn't even anybody that will read what I write, let alone insult me for it!
What an odd sort of psychological ... whatever it's called ... that is. Fascinating. I might just have to ask the Sanity Squad about that.
I might have to go a little easier on my son for not even trying out for the school play. Nah, that would be bad parenting ;)
But it will work. I'll write something. Eventually I'm sure I'll write about it all! I might even attract some pet Trolls(tm). That would be really neat, to have my own personal fan club to validate my ego! I despise suck ups, but people that insult, denigrate, belittle, demonize, and generally focus their insane raging hatred upon me make me really feel good about myself. It means I must be doing something right!
I have never hesitated to go on any stage, in any role including formal subject speaking, in front of anybody, wearing anything or nothing, under any circumstance, ever. Not even once. That just isn't me.
I also flunked a high school English class. Twice. But that is probably apparent from the above para... what's that thing called?
And therin lies the rub. While I can blather on endlessly about many things, I don't write good. My command of my "native" language is ... to be blunt ... pathetic. I put the term 'native' in quotes because I only speak, read and/or write one language and poorly at that. But then again I did attend public school so it is a minor miracle that I can speak, read and/or write at all...
So here I am, with enough opinions to crash Google's servers, and I'm having a really hard time comitting to writing about something. There isn't even anybody that will read what I write, let alone insult me for it!
What an odd sort of psychological ... whatever it's called ... that is. Fascinating
I might have to go a little easier on my son for not even trying out for the school play. Nah, that would be bad parenting ;)
But it will work. I'll write something. Eventually I'm sure I'll write about it all! I might even attract some pet Trolls(tm). That would be really neat, to have my own personal fan club to validate my ego! I despise suck ups, but people that insult, denigrate, belittle, demonize, and generally focus their insane raging hatred upon me make me really feel good about myself. It means I must be doing something right!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
An Interesting Endeavour
I have been reading blogs for quite a while now. I do believe I understand the premise, the concept, and the whole overall idea encompasing the Blog-O-Sphere. As such, I figure that since I have a pulse, an opinion, and a ... umm ... well let's just confirm the fact I poop ... I figure that I am at least as qualified as the others out there I have seen to try this whole thing out.
Why not?
(That's a rhetorical question. When I want your feedback I'll give it to you ... er ... ask for it)
In the mean time, I have to think of something to say...
Why not?
(That's a rhetorical question. When I want your feedback I'll give it to you ... er ... ask for it)
In the mean time, I have to think of something to say...
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