Friday, January 29, 2016

Hitler Tries to Order From City Wok

I love these Hitler parodies. And I love South Park. It's a match made in Heaven!

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Like Donald Trump? National Review Thinks It's Because You're Stupid

This is probably the most attention I've paid to National Review, an elitest cuckservative rag in its death throes. And all that without actually READING National Review.

According to Breitbart:

After the massive belly-flop that was the poorly thought out, very-poorly executed and way-late “Against Trump” diatribe last week, “National Review” is apparently still so bitter that on Monday morning another fatal decision was made — to attack everyday Americans as stupid homophobes.
And more of their analysis:
NRO itself has become the very caricature it paints of Trump. All the once-necessary publication has is insults as opposed to ideas — as though pomposity itself is argument enough. Don’t you understand, if the rubes could quote Thomas Aquinas like us snobs, the rubes would know what is best for them!
It amazes me how elites seem to think intelligence is measured by what you believe rather than by your ability to analyze and process information. "I don't like Trump! Therefore, I am so smart. S, m, r, t, smart!" It makes me think they're subjected to what I call "intellectual incest", where you live in such a small ecochamber your ideas become deformed in much the same way incest and inbreeding deformed the children of some of the great ruling families, like the Hapsburgs and the Romanovs.
Good job of winning friends and influencing people, NRO. I won't miss you when you collapse. I'm tired of being sold out by the cuckservative establishment. It's time for you to go. Your audience is headed for retirement homes. You can only hope their children keep renewing their subscriptions.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

National Review's Death Throes

National Review is in the final throes of death, apparently dedicating an entire whiny issue to "Don't Vote for Trump!" They apparently think he's a threat to the "intellectual integrity" of the cuckservative establishment, whatever that happens to be.

I've long since had it with the cuckservative establishment. All they've ever done is sell out. The Republicrat party and supporting media/foundation establishment is effectively a franchise of the Demonican party and establishment. That or they are such, well, I can't think of a word besides pussies.

Whenever the ruling arm of the bi-factional ruling party changes, they only thing that actually does change is the rhetoric, and the whining of liberal journalists and celebrities. These people have no sense of pattern recognition. But then again, neither do the people who celebrate cuckservatives winning.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Just Once, I'd Like To See A Hollywood Liberal Make Good On This Threat

In 2000 it was Alec Baldwin and a few others. Now in 2016, it's Whoopie Goldberg screaming "Whaw! If I don't get my way in this election, I'll leave the country!"

To the best of my knowledge, no single loudmouth un-holy-wood liberal actually left the country during Bush's Presidency. And if Trump gets elected, I highly doubt any of them will actually leave.

Put up, or shut up, Whoopie. And Alec. And the rest of you. Or find another way to get attention. I wouldn't put up with this kind of childish crap from my own children. Grow up.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

CH: Science Shows Liberals Are Ruled By Their Feelings

CH links a recent study about the cognitive differences between liberals and conservatives. It goes to show what Michael Trust, who writes as Anonymous Conservative, said several years ago: people who tend liberal have smaller amygdalas. Or, in his words, brain damage.

In layman’s terms, liberal brains give preference to their own feelings before any externally-generated, real world hatefacts have a chance to make an impression on them. Shitlibs are literally slaves to their FEELS. They see the world through a gauze of their emotions, like a toddler might make sense of the alien adult world that swirls around him. 
Shitlibs analyze the world, and all its threats, as if refracted through a prism of their subjective feelings. Hordes of invading, antagonistic third worlders eroding civilization in White homelands? After passing through the shitlib antiWhite Feels Filter, (they can’t help themselves), this clear as day observation gets mutated into a rationale for the shitlib’s yearning need to believe all people and all races are equal in worth and compatibility with White European societies. So the shitlib sees [unassimilable orc hordes], feels [I am an antiracist GoodWhite], then thinks [White privilege prevents orc hordes from assimilating].

The amygdala is responsible for flagging threats and generating a response. Feelings, not so much.

The Evolutionary Psychology Behind Politics: How Conservatism and Liberalism Evolved Within Humans

Sunday, January 17, 2016

A Look Inside A GTD Coaching Session

David Allen went to Amsterdam to coach a Dutch TV host on his Getting Things Done system. If you've ever wondered what a coaching session is like, this will give you a glimpse.

And it reminds me that I need to be more diligent with my own GTD implementation. Just this morning, sitting in church, I thought of something I should do. But, rather than take out my phone and record it, I trusted my memory. The thing is now gone from me. I have the Note 5, so I shouldn't have an excuse to avoid recording thoughts in an action memo.

Monday, January 11, 2016

A Silly, And Probably Inappropriate, Question

So, David Bowie died. It isn't likely to make much difference in my life. I liked a few of his songs, and had nothing against him. We all die, so I usually don't waste much energy grieving celebrities unless they had a real impact on my life other than some songs or acting work that I enjoyed. I grieved Stephen Covey, because his work did impact my life.

Living in northern Virginia, I participate in a practice called "slugging". When I drive to work, I pick up riders. They get a free ride, and I don't have to pay a toll in the express lanes. The problem is, talking is generally discouraged. Sometimes I get riders that talk, but if not, it's a long, silent ride. When I have slugs in my truck, I put the radio on a local talk station that's normally non-controversial. But sometimes, it bores the hell out of me. Not just the sports, at 15 and 45. Since Bowie died, that's almost all they talked today about besides sports, traffic, and weather. And they played clips of his songs over and over so much I'm still trying to get them out of my head.

I didn't realize he did that song "Ch-ch-ch-changes". I always thought that was a woman singing. Hell, the song was played to death before I was born. I'm only familiar with a few of Bowie's songs from the 80's.

And that led me to the question: why do we celebrate men who sing in such a way that we'd think they're women if we didn't know better? Effeminate singing voices, if you will. I know, mainstream culture seems to love that stuff.

Take Michael Jackson. If you didn't grow up in a culture that knew him well (when I was in 3rd grade in 82-83, most of the other children had Michael Jackson red zipper vests and a single white glove), and you heard his songs, would you think it was a woman singing?

I'm just curious. I don't even think I have a point here.

Saturday, January 02, 2016

Book Review: Gunny's Rules by R. Lee Ermey

With a new year dawning, it's a good time to read motivational books. It's probably a great time to catch up on book reviews of motivational books.

I read Gunny's Rules: How To Get Squared Away Like A Marine several months ago, along with 3 other books on mindset and motivation, including Mike Cernovich's "Gorilla Mindset".

Most of you know R. Lee Ermey from his film work, especially his role as Gunnery Sgt Hartman in Full Metal Jacket; probably his most iconic role. He's had various other roles over the years, both small and large. His first movie role was a helicopter pilot in Apocalypse Now. He's also played House's father in House, M.D. and the Janitor's father in Scrubs.

Gunny's Rules is a very quick read. I read it in an afternoon, and I'm not a very fast reader. It probably takes between 3-5 hours straight through.

R. Lee Ermey was a poor farm boy from the midwest who joined the Marine Corps with few other options. He suffered an injury in Vietnam and was medically retired just past the 10 year mark. Although he retired as a Staff Sgt, the Marine Corps promoted him to Gunny in 2002 thanks to his work. He managed to turn his time as a Marine into an entire career. He is also a board member of the NRA and a product spokesman for quite a few products.

The book is divided into 10 chapters. Each one is written on a theme such as "Fall In" (Ch 1), "Be Prepared" (Ch 2), and "Major Malfunctions" (Ch 6). Chapter 9 is the Gunny's rants on various things such as the requirement to wear seatbelts in a Jeep, and Chapter 10 is the Gunny's recommendations on products such as Victory Motorcycles.

Each chapter contains anecdotes from the Gunny's past and instructions on squaring yourself away. It ends with bullet points and comments, then finally quotes on the topic.

R. Lee Ermey was good friends with Stanley Kubrick, and anecdotes about his work on Full Metal Jacket make up a good part of the book. They were very enlightening. He was not supposed to play a role in Full Metal Jacket, but his preparation and refusal to give up got him the role of Hartman.

If you're looking to start 2016 with a bang. Gunny's Rules is a solid, quick, and amusing read that will help you hit the ground running.

Gunny's Rules: How to Get Squared Away Like a Marine

Friday, December 25, 2015

Do Non-Profits Realize How Ridiculous They Sound?

I'm not the biggest fan of the concept of "non-profit". It's supposed to be noble somehow to have a non-profit organization. But, just because they're organized as a non-profit or not-for-profit for tax purposes doesn't mean an organization doesn't make and waste a LOT of money. Many are multi-billion dollar organizations, such as Planned Parenthood and the NFL (yes,  both are not-for-profits). A lot of mega-churches and related ministries go through tons of money.

The point of my rant is, this time of year, non-profits come out of the woodwork begging for money. But they phrase it in silly terms. "This is your last chance to give us a tax free gift this year." How the hell is it a gift if you beg for it?

I couldn't do non-profit work. I hate begging. Even at a point in my life when I thought I wanted to go into ministry, I would have been ashamed to beg for money.