Perspective N349

Sure it’s grist for the mill and we’re saying these sorts of things much of the time ourselves and yet it’s still nice to see someone else on the other side of the pond, in a different walk of life, saying roughly what we were thinking:

For example:

Gaffe, a word that temporarily came to be associated with political misstatements, has returned to its origins as a social faux pas, such as saying something at a dinner party that everyone knows to be true, but that know mustn’t be said out loud.

The media is still doing its best to pretend that a gaffe is a mistake, when they are actually using it to mean the telling of inconvenient truths.

Obama’s reign of error is a constellation of inconvenient truths, economic, security and legal, that cannot be discussed in public. The telling of these inconvenient truths has been met with cries of racism, no matter how little they have to do with race.

Now they are being met with cries of “Gaffe, Gaffe”, when Romney brings them up.

Los Angeles bans plastic bags to save the planet based on the appeal of a sitcom actress. New York’s Attorney General decriminalizes drugs while cracking down on prescription drug abuse with a statewide database.

His rationale for this is that heroin is abused by poor minorities while painkillers are abused by rich white people. The Alabama ACLU sues the penal system for not allowing HIV inmates to work in the prison kitchen.

The left* has long ago passed the point where they can be parodied. Any lunatic thing that you can imagine, they have already done or are planning to do.

Men and women who are this ruined as policymakers, journalists and human beings are in no shape for an encounter with reality.

When you’re crusading to ban plastic bags and include Islamist killers in the progressive camp, when your goal is to fight a truly progressive war on drugs and defend the rights of prisoners to unwillingly contract HIV from their servers, then reality is a foreign enemy to be fought tooth and nail.

The consensus of the last four years has been that we won’t discuss reality and in exchange we lose all our legal rights.

It’s not exactly a great bargain, but the media which brokered it on our behalf, has done its best to dress it up as well as it can.

Our economy is on its last legs, our national security is shot and the only reason we’re still running is that the country still has reserves of wealth that haven’t been plundered and the dregs of a counter-terror policy that carried over to these four years.

Like the way this man is thinking.

* Let’s stop for the moment and find a substitute for the word “left”, as those of the left strongly object to that word, it seems.

OK, what I mean by that term is anyone who perpetrates the type of PC mindlessness we have written up every day at Julia’s or at OoL – all those incompetent state employees and many of the private ones too, plus the administrators on big bucks doing virtually nothing but running around appearing busy, plus all those interpreting society as oppressive to women and blacks, plus the self-entitled and self-aggrieved, plus the champagne socialists plus anyone else who thinks you can have “wealth” without a healthy business sector.

These are the people I’m obviously wrongly calling “left”.    What then shall I call them when I refer to them in a post or in conversation?    To have to write that paragraph above each time would be a pain in the neck so it needs a word, does it not?

[Thinks to himself, scratching his balding head] I have it:

“Left” [adjective Leftist].

Taking one small part of the above rant:

Men and women who are this ruined as policymakers, journalists and human beings are in no shape for an encounter with reality.

… there’s a different aspect of this I’d like to touch on. The online reality gap.

Yesterday, I went to Wales. Dangerous thing to do because the Welsh can be tricky at times but nevertheless, we went and it was G-d’s own country – immensely beautiful and a completely different form of reality to all this online stuff of the past few days, from Twitter to this post.

On Saturday, I was asked for my motivation for what I do on Saturdays.    Apart from “different”, “fun”, “a sea of women” and many other offered explanations, one is that it gets me away from the computer and the web.

Quite apart from it being a discipline and physical exercise, all good, it forces me to have everything clean and tidy, organized to the minute and so on and it snaps a person out of the online mindset.   It gets a person up at 5:30 a.m. in the dark, ready for the bike ride.

That equals sanity and perspective [in one interpretation of those words].

I do believe, in the light of various comments and I also drift that way after extended periods online, that perspective does become clouded.    A Leftist already has his perspective clouded but it can happen to anyone politically sane as well, given long enough steeped in unreality.

It’s also why I like to have Chuckles and Rossa, Cherie, AKH, other bloggers and readers and my RL mate not far away to get me grounded again, to get my feet back on the ground, instead of flying in the clouds.

When you start exploring the byways of the global elite, utterly divorced from the common man, there is a danger that, in pursuing these tailored-suited vermin, one can start forgetting that not everyone knows of or wants to know about vicious Belgian royal paedophiles or destroyers of women such as Veronique Morali or Peter Sutherland or Etienne Davignion or Trichet or Rothschild or whoever.

If you hang around lowlifes for long enough, there’s a danger of starting to act like one.

Analogously, if a man hangs around wimmin too long, there’s a danger he could become like an old woman himself – I saw elements of that yesterday in my reactions.    Similarly, if Harman types try to be men for long enough, they start to become grotesque caricatures of men, to be emulated by all aspiring women … or not.

I like it when the good people tell me I’m talking s*** or whatever because it’s a reality check.    One stops, considers, relaxes and smiles again.

Yesterday, walking the wilds of Wales [quite like that], these things were running through the mind as I was thinking about bloody Google and then I thought – why am I thinking of bloody Google?    Either it’s not that much of a problem, in which case I put up with their s*** and use what I need from them … or they are becoming too much of a problem, in which case I ditch them.

It did take me that walk though in the wilds of Wales to get grounded again.

Don’t know why I wrote this today – there’s no punchline – just thinking out loud.

7 Responses to “Perspective N349”

  1. Rossa September 24, 2012 at 12:22 Permalink

    For when you can’t get to Wales x

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ88oTITMoM

    Just don’t start shaving your legs otherwise you will become an ‘old’ woman ;-)

  2. Amfortas September 24, 2012 at 13:25 Permalink

    Next trip to Wales, try the Mach Loop to get you grounded and aero-ated at the same time. See how your taxes go to making fine young men in their flying machines the best in the world.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-7zHlOi4T4

  3. JD September 24, 2012 at 13:45 Permalink

    so you went to Welsh Wales and, judging by the first pic, you found two sheep.
    I hope you didn’t make any Welshymen jealous trying to steal their only pleasures :)

    I’ll stick to my traditional señoritas guapas gracias!

    and stop worrying about the world – it has always been a madhouse :)

    Remember that Groucho Marx line in one of their films (can’t find it on YouTube)
    Groucho was asked- “Are you not worried about the future?”
    to which he replied- “I don’t know about the future but the past sure scares the hell outta me!”
    :)

  4. A K Haart September 24, 2012 at 16:46 Permalink

    “Don’t know why I wrote this today – there’s no punchline – just thinking out loud.”

    It’s well worth doing – step back and muse from time to time. We all do it when a dose of doubt gives us a prod. Enjoyable post.

  5. Twilight September 24, 2012 at 20:04 Permalink

    Nearly gave up halfway through, James (your left dislike = my right dislike and ne’er the twain shall meet) but once in lovely Wales I enjoyed the fresh air.

    Google ain’t my best friend just now either. New improved interface my Aunt Fanny! It hangs and freezes and now can’t even get in to the dang thing to draft and edit without lots of trouble, even then not always. “Known issue” and has been known for at least 3 days – no solution.
    As Jimmy Nail used to say in (whatever) : “shit shite bugger and damn!”

  6. CherryPie September 24, 2012 at 22:41 Permalink

    There is nothing like a good walk in the wild, the countryside or walking up a hill for clearing the mind :-)

  7. James Higham September 24, 2012 at 23:13 Permalink

    Twilight – call it what you want – if you don’t like the word Left because it seems so loaded, then let’s not call it anything, just:

    “anyone who perpetrates the type of PC mindlessness we have written up every day at Julia’s or at OoL – all those incompetent state employees and many of the private ones too, plus the administrators on big bucks doing virtually nothing but running around appearing busy, plus all those interpreting society as oppressive to women and blacks, plus the self-entitled and self-aggrieved, plus the champagne socialists plus anyone else who thinks you can have “wealth” without a healthy business sector”.

    I presume you agree that these things are all bad, yes? So the only thing now is to find a word for it which won’t offend and which we can agree on. ;-)

    Rossa, Amfortas, JD, AKH, Cherie – thanks for those.

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