O tempora, o mores.
(O, the times! O, the morals!)
Marcus Tullius Cicero
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O tempora, o mores.
(O, the times! O, the morals!)
Marcus Tullius Cicero
If we’re really this multi-ethnic post-white country then I propose off-shoring our government to Singapore. Lee Kuan Yew makes Joe Biden look like the road-kill that he is by comparison. This guy knows how to keep the peace between ethnicities that don’t like each other and he sure as hell would cut out the deadwood in the Deep State. Of course we’d have to get rid of freedom of the press but would you really miss it at this point?
Corporations throughout the United States and probably the rest of the developed world have codified the madness of the last year in a new and improved version of the Human Resources mantra of diversity. Now they have installed a whole “office” of its own called Diversity, Inclusion and Equity. And what do those things mean? Apparently, whatever they need them to mean this week. How exactly can diversity which means incorporating many different things increase equity which means making things the same? And how can you say something is inclusive when the specific and overarching intent of the whole endeavor is to exclude a major component of the population, namely white people.
I said white people. And in a general way that is the case. You could say that in the past white women and white homosexual men were excused from the exclusion group but lately their special status has begun to erode. And I have to admit it’s quite gratifying. It’s nice when others find out what it’s like in the barrel. In fact, I notice lately that now Asians and Hispanics are beginning to show signs of being thrown under the bus and sometimes, if they really offend, of being given honorary “white man” status to allow them to receive the full-on hate that is usually reserved for “white supremacist” monsters only. And, wonder of wonders, even some of the LGBTQ community, in fact the “L” at the front is being attacked for being trans-exclusionary (there is such a thing!). Lesbians who rebel at the idea that men in dresses must be allowed to have sex with them are being branded as TERFs (trans-exclusionary radical feminists). I probably don’t have to tell you how hilarious I find that one. It reminds me of a joke this old guy that I used to work with twenty years ago used to say. Whenever a woman would catch him ogling her, he would defend himself by saying he was a lesbian trapped in a man’s body looking for sisterly solidarity. Well now he could buy a purse and a wig and ogle to his heart’s content. If any woman balked, he would shriek TERF! and automatically the woman would be forced to, at the very least, endure his leering. If not, she would risk being fired for sins against diversity and inclusion.
Anyway, all this gibberish is just how the Left is punishing white people. Everyone working for a large corporation is paying the price. I’ve spoken to people who say that managers use the concept of diversity to game the performance process used to make promotion and firing decisions. In a specific case a diversity hire was given the highest grade when she didn’t even have enough training in her job position to allow her to do a single project in the work year. So, for no work she was rewarded with a big raise and then a promotion! And these performance evaluations are a zero-sum game. If someone gets the highest rating then someone else will get the lowest. Guess who that will be? That’s right, the old white guy who is doing all the work in the department. And that will soon get him fired. But there are laughs to go around. Once the department gets too top heavy with diversity there really isn’t anyone left to do the work. At that point the real work is farmed out to contractors who are allowed to be white guys and everyone wins! Well, except for the company that has to pay for redundant workers to make up for diversity. Eventually the real winners will be the Chinese who compete against these woke corporations and don’t have the dead wood.
But I’ve taken a page out of the woke book. I’ve opened up my own Office of Conformity, Exclusivity and Difference. In my organization you have to conform to my standards of normalcy to get me to give a damn about you. I strictly exclude anyone who believes in white privilege, gay marriage, intersectionality, critical race theory, hate crime, physician-assisted sexual mutilation of children or any other insanities they invent next. I exclude them from my circle of acquaintances or compassion. And I celebrate the differences that exist all around us. There are smart people and dumb people and men and women and graceful people and clumsy people and people who like art or literature or sports and those that dislike one or the other or all of these things. There are losers and winners in every size and color. And I think that’s great. A black basketball player can make fifty million dollars a year because he can dunk a basket and that’s great. And there is a white guy who can make a billion dollars a year because he invented PayPal and that’s great. And I can’t do either of those things and that’s great too. I believe myself to be much more important to me than either of those guys. I’d love to have their money but I’d still rather be me than either one of those jokers.
So, there are the limits of my selection process for acceptance in my organization. It’s wonderful to have such power, playing godling with other people. But at least my office is based on real value. And in the long run I bet I have a better result and a much nicer group of people. Sure, I’d miss out on getting to know the guy in the wig and the sundress from the Biden administration and the Antifa guy who practices bestiality and all of the people with BLM signs on their cars and yards. But somehow, I’m willing to take that chance.
If you’re interested why the Left not only tolerates obviously insane ideas and movements but actually brings them front and center the ZMan will explain it to you. He quotes Voltaire who said “Whoever can make you accept absurdity can make you commit injustice.” Allowing parents to sexually mutilate their children to prove we believe in transgenderism is the clearest example of this. We have reached the point where utter madness is presented as merciful kindness to the afflicted. 1984 had the scene where the torturer in chief is presented as a priestly, kindly figure inflicting horrific punishment for the heretic’s own good. We are there.
https://www.takimag.com/article/rise-of-the-absurd/
This is wonderful. God bless him. Can you imagine if everyone showed this man’s courage?
Let the punishment match the offense.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Finally, life is returning to normal. But today I’ll skip the rants about why it isn’t. I’ll celebrate life instead. Camera Girl is cooking a spoon roast and humming and even singing slightly as she goes through the rituals that precede the magical food that will appear on time on the dining room table today. There are potatoes and asparagus and corn and mushrooms and gravy and buttered rolls and of course the roast. And pies and cakes have been baked and I know there will be ice cream to go along with that pie. And of course there will be chocolate for the little girl who will be old enough this year to really know what’s going on.
And today is sunny and it will be warm enough to go outside and walk around and look for bugs and flowers and birds and look at the trees and the sky and play catch with a ball and pet the rabbit (alias bunny-hop-hop or Petey). And we can sit around and talk about the barbecue that will be happening in May once it’s warm enough for the tables to be outside and the pool will be opened and we can have the rest of the family with us too. That will be another milestone.
But today is for enjoying today. New England forgot to provide one last, end of March, nor’easter snowstorm so the ground is pretty dry now and fit for walking and running and having a catch so today is a wonderful opportunity to declare the world is open for living again.
And as Kazantzakis said through his character Zorba this Easter dinner can’t be wasted,
“We ate and drank for some time in silence. The wind carried up to us, like the droning of bees, the distant, passionate notes of the lyre. Christ was being reborn again on the village terraces. The paschal lamb and the Easter cakes were being transformed into love-songs.
When Zorba had eaten and drunk quite copiously, he put his hand to his big hairy ear. “The lyre … ‘he murmured. “They’re dancing in the village.’ He stood up suddenly. The wine had gone to his head.
‘What ever are we doing here, all alone, like a pair of cuckoos? Let’s go and dance! Aren’t you sorry for the lamb we’ve been eating? Are you going to let it fizzle out into nothing, like that? Come on! Turn it into song and dance! Zorba is reborn!’ ‘Wait a minute, Zorba, you idiot, are you crazy?’
‘Honestly, boss, I don’t care! But I’m sorry for the lamb, and I’m sorry for the red eggs, the Easter cakes and the cream cheese! If I’d just scoffed a few bits of bread and some olives, I’d say: “Oh, let’s go to sleep; I don’t need to go celebrating!” Olives and bread are nothing, are they? What can you expect from them? But, let me tell you, it’s a sin to waste food like that! Come on, let’s celebrate the Resurrection, boss!’ ‘I don’t feel like it today. You go – you can dance for me as well.’ Zorba took my arm and pulled me up.
‘Christ is reborn, my friend! Ah! if only I was as young as you! I’d throw myself headlong into everything! Headlong into work, wine, love – everything, and I’d fear neither God nor devil! That’s youth for you!’
‘It’s the lamb talking, Zorba! It’s turned wild inside you, changed into a wolf!’
“The lamb’s changed into Zorba, that’s all, and Zorba’s talking to you!”
So I’ll take Zorba’s advice and put the Easter feast to good use. I’ll celebrate the Resurrection and spring and new life and old life and I’ll put off Biden and woke ignoramuses and even the dissident right for another day.
Happy Easter.
John 20 / 24-29
Now Thomas (also known as Didymus ), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!” Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
Happy Easter Christians. Find some joy today. The madness is just static. Ignore it for the sake of the day.