There’s definitely something going on, some cross-fertilisation of ideas – it can be uncanny at times. FoS wrote of telepathy.
Don’t know but there’s something at 01:27 a.m. Monday morning. I mean, take the things we’ve been discussing, then a check of the emails showed The Blaze in sensationalist style announcing Omar making further ‘incredible’ racially fuelled allegations against Trump and I’m thinking whoa – hang on, here’s some Somali girl child of no attainment other than bigamy defaming the POTUS who is one of the high achievers among the grown-ups of the world and …
… well, what the hell is he doing even engaging with this little bint?
I mean, the comparative scale of achievement is rather disproportionate, would you not say? And she’s so obviously being fed her lines by someone within the DNC deep state backers – they can’t win the White House on achievement, so they suck POTUS into a personal slanging match.
Once she’s done, the other three suck him in, one by one.
For what purpose? Same as the Sirens with Ulysses. And on a far more humble level, your humble blogger was sucked in by his then gf in Russia, at which she turned to me in the car after a particularly nasty tit-for-tat war of words and said she wanted me to stop fighting a silly girl and stay above the ignoble fray (or words to that effect). I was no use to her getting sucked into little girl arguments ultimately about nothing.
She had perspective, that girl.
Fast forward to yesterday and my mate, who’s often told me how good wimmin are in tech, suddenly came out with a question: ‘Just what have wimmin ever achieved for civilisation?’ What ipads, what nuclear fission, what exploration of the world he means … and I’m thinking firstly – how sexist, so I mention suffrage.
Narcissism, something all about themselves – just how, my mate asked, picking food from his teeth with shards of tea stirring stick, has that whole feminazi thing achieved anything for Mankind as a whole?
So I’m thinking Hedy Lamarr:
The story of Hedy Lamarr, the Hollywood beauty whose invention helped enable Wi-Fi, GPS and Bluetooth. Hollywood actress Hedy Lamarr, “the Angelina Jolie of her day,” was also an avid inventor and the person behind advances in communication technology in the 1940s that led to today’s Wi-Fi, GPS, and Bluetooth.21 Nov 2017
… and playing suffragette’s advocate, well, she certainly had ideas, that gal, but she realised them through the unknown man who put them to practical use. Neither could have done it without the other. But to claim for herself that she alone achieved what was done was somebody’s revisionist canard.
And again I stopped and thought whoa, hang on here, how the hell did I get sucked into yet another fight about wimmin’s achievements? So I look at the emails and guess what?
Yep, a remake of Apollo only this time – wimmin only.
And I’m starting to realise there’s truly provocative insanity going on here – it’s always, interminably coming back to her, her, her. Why? It’s neurotic.
So then I see the making of The Spy Who Loved Me among the suggested offerings on youtube, the James Bond film, and in it, everyone comments on how this or that was done – the major set inside the tanker, the making of the island rising from the sea, and then they cut to Barbara Bach and why she was attracted to the part of Anya.
Guess what her preoccupation was? Was it how magnificent human ingenuity was? Was it how the opening stunt was done – the British flag parachute jump and how they had to wait for just the right weather conditions?
Nope, it was that Anya was such a strong woman, equal to James Bond, oh yes sir, just as good as him. That was the sum total of her concern. How ignoble, how complex-ridden, how far beneath the actually fine job she did in her role in the film.
Cut to another ‘how it was made’, this time about Quantum of Solace and our Olga was asked what had attracted her to the part.
Yep, you’re quite right, you guessed it – she loved that her character was so strong in the film, she could stand up to James Bond and be his equal, every bit as good as James, he’d told her so.
And I’m thinking here … whoa, isn’t there something universally insane going on here, seriously?
Cut back to how Cubby Broccoli was hopeless with money and had got himself and his family into huge debt, they were foreclosing on him, the banks, he was in trouble – loved that bit about a Jewish guy hopeless with money, lol.
Bottom line though was that they were fine showing the man’s fallibility, then seeing what he accidentally achieved … that’s what humans do … but with any of the females, there was not the slightest criticism of what she had failed to achieve. What, she was a model? Showed her body off? Magnificent body to be sure.
Now at this point I wanted to back right out of the path all this was taking and like someone in the audience at a Donald pantomime, I wanted to shout, ‘Watch out, be careful! It’s behind you!’ To warn POTUS not to go down this path.
But no, the silly boy is sucked in, his ego is wounded and Little Miss Grinner has prevailed … so The Blaze would have you think.
Lindsey Graham told him days before – aim higher, POTUS, than a communist Somalian Muslim refugee.
Ok, enough already, think I, doing my oi vey impression, when the very next email is from Chuckles:
And there in B&W, at 02:20 a.m. Monday, is this:
Four decades later, Bruce Charlton, professor of Theoretical Medicine at the University of Buckingham in England, wrote that “that landing of men on the moon and bringing them back alive was the supreme achievement of human capability, the most difficult problem ever solved by humans.”
That’s a good way to look at it: the political class presented the boffins with a highly difficult and specific problem, and they solved it—in eight years.
‘Forty years ago, we could do it—repeatedly—but since then we have not been to the moon, and I suggest the real reason we have not been to the moon since 1972 is that we cannot any longer do it. Humans have lost the capability.
‘Of course, the standard line is that humans stopped going to the moon only because we no longer wanted to go to the moon, or could not afford to, or something….But I am suggesting that all this is BS. . . . I suspect that human capability reached its peak or plateau around 1965-75—at the time of the Apollo moon landings—and has been declining ever since.’…
[I]f you think about it, isn’t it kind of hard even to imagine America pulling off a moon mission now? The countdown, the takeoff, a camera transmitting real-time footage of a young American standing in a dusty crater beyond our planet blasting out from his iPod Lady Gaga and the Black-Eyed Peas or whatever the twenty-first-century version of Sinatra and the Basie band is.
Those are among the saddest statements the famously optimistic “happy warrior” Mark Steyn has ever penned. I can’t find anything in America Alone or After America that compares with them. But that doesn’t diminish their accuracy – or their supreme importance – one iota.
But then he really puts the boot in:
This feminist-socialist bitch is determined to pollute the greatest technological achievement in history: one that no other country has even attempted since. It’s a good thing she isn’t here as I write this.
Yes, the three Apollo XI astronauts were white men. White Christian men, at that. As were the great majority of the people whose technological savvy and unstinting effort made the Apollo XI mission possible. At that time, most American women were more interested in things other than the STEM fields: marriage, children, homemaking, the nurturance of a family, its roots and its standing in its community. Very few went into the sciences or engineering – by choice.
Very few do so today – again, by choice. Wherefore, then, does a no-achievements bitch, in commemoration of the greatest of all American achievements, praise a nation that was largely impoverished and barely twenty years from total collapse?
Well, possibly because she’s a mealymouthed feminist-socialist bitch of no attainments whatsoever whose invidious resentment of people who actually did something — and of her comparably able contemporaries – compels her to denigrate their achievement. Envy can be that powerful.
Envy is at the core of many of the individually identifiable ills that overtook us after Apollo XI.
Again … whoa … I really don’t wish to go down this path that my fellow boys wish to go, I’m desperately trying to defend women here, I don’t like this putdown of motherhood and the domestic economy in particular because that is what the feminazis themselves try to do – to slag off motherhood and the domestic economy.
We the men have wanted our women to do what comes naturally so when she does, we then put her down? Who’s illogical now?
No wonder woman is all over the place today but also – no wonder man has become pussified and the white male in particular so vilified.
And our greatest supporters have been women – women of conservative values.
And my own hobbyhorse keeps coming through here – it is men, together with women, who have achieved and each should have his or her proper due for his or her role. They are interdependent and I really think it is so wrong to try to divorce one from the other – instead of comparing chalk and cheese, how about celebrating how chalk and cheese both have a role to play in the great mystery?
The word Christian was also used in there and I can see the dropped eyes and eyes turned to the ceiling out there as I pen that.
But it did play its role in human achievement and the building of civilisation – you really cannot divorce and excise it. Plus I saw a putdown of blacks the other day, which in Ferguson or Baltimore victimhood terms, is right on … but what about Louis Armstrong, what about Ella Fitzgerald?
What about Ladysmith Black Mombazo?
Sure they needed the genius of Paul Simon to lift them into another realm … but he also needed their rhythm and soul, something a New York Jewish boy is not particularly noted for.
He makes an astute decision and keeps the fretless bass player with him – win win I’d say, and looking at their mutual liking – Simon and the band – do you see what I’m driving at?
Speaking anatomically, sure the leg can say to the arm, can say to the torso, can say to the brain – hey, we’re vital in this thing called a human. But then in comes the wormtongue, the same wormtongue that has always been from the beginning, and the wormtongue wants each part to resent the other. Not work with the other in a symbiotic way but to try to outshine the other, gain more kudos than the other … and you know where that guff inevitably leads … to resentment, right, to divorce, to hostility, to putting a stopper on achievement when we combine.
Look at the fragmentation of the right – accidental? Hardly, all part of the design of opposed forces, all designed to stymie the progress and the ultimate dark joke – then call themselves ‘progressive’. Progressive? Yeah? What have they ever built?
So they try to bring enmity into it by breaking up what actually does work – the wormtongue whispering in the ear tries to break all that up – destroy, destroy, antifa.
My ex-gf again – stay above it, she’d said, be more noble, you’re no use to me otherwise. And she was right. And so she played a crucial role in my life at least. Even this post – I played my role but it would never have been written, had it not been for all the input.
That’s how it goes, people. Enjoy at 04:23 a.m. – I need some shuteye:
Now they’ve ruined Bond by putting a black woman in the key role.