Monday, February 20, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
British Radicals Flap Their Pie Holes Over Hot Cross Buns
There is an old Chinese curse which damns the individual to live in interesting times. Those alive here at the beginning of the twenty-first century are living in such a period as they have been given a ringside seat to view the decline and eventual demise of the West.
As the spiritual backbone of the West, Christianity must be removed if there is to be any chance of conquering that once noble civilization. One way of accomplishing this objective is by shaming the general population into abandoning those celebrations commemorating important events in the history of Christendom such as Christmas and Easter.
Thus far, most of these efforts have been directed at Christmas. However, as these secularists hone and perfect their approach, they are beginning to set their sites on the even more pivotal celebration of Easter. For if one can divert attention from the Resurrection, there is little reason to pay much attention to Christ whatsoever.
In England, the Easter season is observed with hot cross buns, which consist of a bun with a cross of icing drawn across the top. A few years ago, a bit of a controversy broke out when a number of cities in Britain stopped serving the treats and some in the media dared to insinuate political correctness and hypertolerance might be the reasons for the removal from the menu.
However, liberals can no longer deny that those sympathetic to their outlook are engaged in this gastronomical censorship out of a sense of sensitivity run amok. For according to the Suffolk Evening Star, the head teacher of Oaks Primary School in Ipswich, England has asked that the crosses be removed from the pastry for fear of offending Jehovah’s Witnesses attending the school.
Nice, isn’t it, how everybody else’s life has to come to a screeching halt? Now that the icing cross has been removed, would the school be willing to alter the recipe all together if some really whacked-out fundamentalist had a conniption fit about raisins being in the buns because of the inordinate number of New Age and Wiccan rituals that employ this dried fruit?
Probably not and rightfully so. If adherents of certain belief systems are going to get that worked up over what amounts to an innocent desert, they should withdraw from the public school system altogether. Maybe if the Russellites spent more time on education instead of pestering people by ringing doorbells early Saturday mornings, they would have a viable alternative like other denominations have established to protect their young people from what they perceive as the evils of the modern world.
The Watchtower operative interviewed about the school’s decision responded, “Hot cross buns are a pagan symbol of fertility no different to bunnies, eggs, and Easter. The Bible states we should not worship things of a pagan origin.” Unless they have been spiked with Viagra, these treats are not going to spark an orgy as they are only a piece of cake no matter what other connotations hot buns might bring to mind.
Perhaps regular visitors to Kingdom Halls should take the rest of the Bible as seriously as well and since they don’t maybe that’s the reason behind the aversion to this baked good. Remembrances of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection no doubt singe the consciences of those whose views of Jesus Christ are less than they really ought to be.
Those living in the decaying lands of the West should stop for a moment and think. If we are to give in so quickly to Jehovah’s Witnesses who are not exactly known for fits of violence, how much more quickly will we surrender to cultists and similar fanatics who rampage as matter of sport when we do not submit to their heathen peculiarities?
Copyright 2006 by Frederick Meekins
Friday, February 17, 2006
Moral & Behaved Most Likely Afflicted By Parkinson's
Perhaps we should agitate and rampage for government funds and favortism on the part of these folks as well, but since they aren't perverts, none of the rich and powerful are likely to care.
Immigration Anarchy
Dr. Stanley Montieth examines how the highest levels of the U.S. government assit in undermining immigration law in order to bring about eventual union with America, Mexico and Canada. As a result, average Americans will be compelled to endure a diminished quality of life characterized by increased crime, horrifying diseases such as leporsy, and decreasing educational standards.
Purpose Driven Confusion
A series of audio links to Southwest Radio Bible Church regarding the Purpose Driven hokem:
These programs do a good job in exposing how those that do not bow to the will of Purpose Driven clerics are booted out of the church.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
The Dangers Of Homeowners Associations
Freedom 21 Santa Cruz examines the threats to liberty posed by Homeowner's Associations and how many Americans are duped into joining them.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
What's Good For The Whore Is Good For The Cop
As part of a sting operation at a Virginia whorehouse, law enforcement personnel solicited hostesses of the establishment for various pleasurable services. However, their tactics went beyond the classic Coco the Clown segment on "Cops".
But if these ladies of the evening are going to be busted for lewd acts, certainly their gentleman callers of the constabulary literally taking one for the team in this instance should be charged with the same.
The sexually liberated will respond that there is nothing wrong with wallowing in the desires of the flesh. It is the taking of money that makes the act illegal.
But if there is nothing wrong with these illicit relations, why is it wrong to exchange money for them?
To those unwilling to take a stand for traditional morality, the only thing wrong with prostitution comes down to failing to render the libation of taxation upon the altar of the state.
Frederick Meekins
Terrorist Training Bases In America
An interesting audio program of how Islamists are opening training camps in rural areas.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Looks Do Matter
Sounds like women are as shallow as men now, wanting both looks and deep pockets. Of those that said looks did not matter, one wonders if they were being honest or merely exhibiting the duplicity inherent to the female of the species since the Garden of Eden :-p
Baby Panda Enjoys Snow
The baby panda at the National Zoo enjoys the snow. I guess his coloration to blend in with such surroundings was all by pure chance or decided upon at a Vegas convention all without divine oversight.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Incarcerated Muslims Make Dietary Demands
If they don't keep quiet, they should be fed ham sandwiches and pork chops by Hooter's waitresses.
Free Masons & The Da Vinci Code
A link between the two is not made in this episode of Issues etc, but rather these where the two topics discussed.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Schauungtown Chronicles, Part 3: Change Of Address
“Address, please.”
“What?”
“Address, please.”
“Address?” questioned the elderly gentleman.
“Yes, address.” the clerk impatiently clarified.
“What do you need my address for?
“To complete the transaction.”
“To complete the transaction?” questioned the elderly gentleman. “I am paying cash for my groceries.”
“Oh,” replied the clerk, “You’re one of those people.”
The elderly gentleman just shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose so.” He simply smiled, having no idea what the cashier was talking about.
“Well, gramps, I still need your address.”
“My address? I just want to buy these groceries.”’
“Look, let me get this though your old, thick head: I can’t let you buy these groceries, for the sake of the Community, until you tell me your address.”
“The ‘community‘”? What’s the community have to do with it? I just want to buy some food.”
“The Community has to do with everything. Now tell me where you live, or get out of line, you useless geezer.”
“My foot’s gonna live up your...” The pugnacious elderly gentleman caught himself before enunciating something beneath his dignity. Just because the young snots these days felt they had some kind of duty to keep nothing hidden ---- even their innermost thoughts ---- was no reason he had to let it all hang out, at least not yet anyways.
“Getting feisty, are you? We’ll see if your still so eager to disrupt communal harmony once the Social Enforcement Committee gets here.”
“Good.“ the elderly gentleman retorted, “And while you’re at it, why don’t you call the cops.”
The food distribution clerk almost had to suppress a laugh. “’Cops’?” thought the clerk. He sort of remembered hearing his own grandfather mention the word a few times, but the clerk seldom paid much attention to someone that old.
What could he learn from people like that anyway? So many of them would prattle on about how things were in the time of Before. Some even seemed to prefer that period. But what did they know? Things were so much different now, and the Community could not afford to be beholden to such outdated perspectives.
The clerk turned to his communicator. He spoke into the device. “Social Enforcement Committee, please.” Cops indeed. What an unprogressive notion. No wonder Before was such a chaotic time. Imagine, waiting for a violation of Community standards to take place before intervening to correct the situation. Now in part thanks to the Concord of Universal Community, authorities were at least permitted to take whatever steps were necessary to maintain communal balance and harmony. The underprivileged no longer had to resort to what in the Before had been referred to as “theft”; instead now those granted the task of overseeing the well being of the Community could distribute what the Community deemed to be undue excess individual resources to those needing them the most. For if the Community viewed itself as a singular unit, what was the big deal about shuffling things around?
Sure, things still weren’t perfect and problems erupted from time to time, but fortunately the Social Enforcement Committee was there to smooth things over and to ensure that Community sensibilities were abided by. So in the mind of the geezer, the clerk thought, it might only be natural to equate the Social Enforcement Committee with the police. It was just pitiable that a mind could be so limited by Before as to fail to see the pivotal social function these enlightened public servants provided beyond mere law enforcement.
“Social Enforcement Committee. How might we assist the resident?”
The food distribution clerk spoke into the communicator. “Yes, would you send a social interaction specialist over to the Food Distribution Center?”
“Could you detail the nature of the social infraction?”
“Yes, there is some geezer here who won’t give me his address.”
“Sounds like he is a serious threat to community cohesion and conformity. We’ll send someone over right away.”
The clerk switched off the communicator. “Well, pops, you can tell me your address, just leave, or wait for the social interaction specialist to get here.”
“I’m not leaving until you let me buy these groceries.”
The two stared at one another. Neither was willing to concede what each considered a matter of utmost principle: the one the right to acquire the necessities of life unhindered by undue scrutiny; the other for the need for the smallest detail to be brought under the watchful eye of the Community.
Both, for the most part, stood still. The clerk watched as the elderly gentleman drew his hand to his chest only to let it fall once more by his side.
The minutes stretched on slowly, but the tension did not subside.
The elderly gentleman brought his hand to his chest once more, only to return it to his side. Before the clerk could ask what the deal was, he noticed a figure exuding authority step through the door of the food distribution center.
“My name is Catherine. I am with the Social Enforcement Committee. What seems to be the problem?”
The food distribution clerk proceeded to relay the incident. ‘This old codger here won’t tell me his address.”
The elderly gentleman spoke up. “Just a minute, you brat. I’m sick and tired of that mouth you’ve got. Didn’t anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?” He once again brought his hand to his chest.
The old man’s words caused the buzz-cut hair on the back of Catherine’s neck to stand on end. “Respect your elders? Indeed,” she thought. Such deference belonged only to the will of the Community arrived at through consensus of all residents in good standing with proper guidance from qualified overseers of course. The suspect before standing before her appeared to be so mired in the assumptions of Before he might be a greater threat to social cohesion than she had initially believed.
The social interaction specialist turned to the elderly gentleman and asked, “What is your name?”
“Are you with the police?”
“No, I am a social interaction specialist.”
“Your some kind of social worker then. I thought the kid called the cops. It’s none of your business what my name is. I haven’t done anything wrong. All I want to do is buy my groceries.”
“Sir, it’s not a matter of doing anything right or wrong. In fact, such outdated thinking might be part of the problem. Rather it’s more about what is more in the Community interest. As such, everything is my business. The Covenant of Universal Community stipulates that as components of the larger communal organism the parts perceiving themselves as individuals do not posses the privilege of concealing information considered of interest to the Community. Having been duly appointed to the Social Enforcement Committee of the Schauungtown Residents Association, it is your obligation to cooperate in all matters as I deem necessary.”
“Look here, lady, it sounds to me like you swallowed a dictionary but not said much of anything.” The elderly gentleman brought his hand to his chest once more.
“Do not compound the seriousness of the situation with gender bias. From what I have been able to determine thus far, you are already in significant need of perceptual reconfiguration.”
The food distribution clerk asked the social interaction specialist, “What do you think the deal is with him?”
Catherine answered. “Well, I cannot be absolutely certain, but from his comments, I say he probably inhabited the area before it was annexed into the Resident’s Association Network Of Communities. People belonging to a lower cultural index such as himself were allowed to stay where they already resided since most were already located in the Laborer Wards.”
“Then what’s he doing here?” the food distribution clerk asked as the elderly gentleman stood there with his hand to his chest as he was being talked about as if he wasn’t.
The Social Enforcement Specialist continued, “Since those of that cultural index already living in those areas were never designated a new residence by the Community Association, many of them did not receive a thorough orientation to the Covenant of Universal Community or the Schauungtown Codicils. Occasionally, some of them mistakenly assume they still posses the privilege of traveling to any settlement zone they desire without prior authorization.”
The elderly gentleman spoke up. “What do you mean ‘authorization’? There weren’t any roadblocks.”
“And there haven’t been for quite some time,” Catherine clarified, “The conscientious resident is expected to abide by their assigned cultural index and remain within their designated zone unless they have been granted permission by the Residential Association for a justifiable reason.”
The elderly gentleman snapped, “Well, I think grocery shopping qualifies as one of your ‘justifiable reasons‘.”
“Actually, it does not. Each resident is assigned to their respective zone of habitation based upon the value of their contribution to the welfare of the Community. Resource allocation specialists have calculated the proper nutritional guidelines for those living within the respective zones. There is no reason why you would have to leave your sector to procure sufficient provisions.”
“That’s what you think,” the elderly gentleman snorted. “I might not be able to spout off all your fangle-dangled regulations, but I know some of these items are cheaper here than over in my ‘sector’.”
The social interaction specialist once again interjected herself to justify the position of the Community Association. “That is because the Resource Allocation Subcommittee has determined those residing in your sector are not as deserving of the commodity in question.”
The elderly gentleman grew visibly agitated. “What do you mean ‘not as deserving’?” He once again brought his hand to his chest. “Who’s to decide what I do and do not deserve other than myself?”
“There is no need to further disparage the wisdom and insight of the Community. The resource allocation process is characterized by the utmost fairness. To be frank, those assigned to your residential zone have not given as much back to the Community or proven themselves responsible enough to enjoy these nutritional commodities in higher quantity. Those whose tasks include reflection upon the nature of the Community and its administration require a higher degree of luxury than those who do little more than maintain the Community’s physical ‘shell’. Those that oversee our mental and relational coherence do so much for us. The least we can do without complaint is to make sure those of an awareness higher than our own are able to toil in comfort.”
The food distribution clerk asked the elderly gentleman, “Don’t you realize that as part of the Community that what we do for one we are doing for All? So by fulfilling our obligation, we are really giving to ourselves.”
Catherine assured the food distribution clerk, “It would be my contention that our socially disruptive senectitudian does not frequent the Toleration Fellowship.”
“Toleration Fellowship?” the elderly gentleman asked. “I don’t go there. Went to church for a while though, but stopped going towards the end of the Before. Got to where I didn’t see the point in going anymore. The place wasn’t like it use to be. Truth be known, people running the place around the time I stopped going remind me quite a bit of you people. They were always yammering on about community but not giving much of a hoot about the individual.”
Catherine’s eyes glimmered with a sense of nostalgia. “It was at that time the awareness of the All began to emerge. People realized that truth and values do not derive from some source far off in the sky but rather from within ourselves, validated of course by the Community in which we live.”
The elderly gentleman had lived to long to be duped by such nonsense and that was probably the root cause of his nonconformity. “That bull doesn’t even make sense. If values arise from within us, as you say Missy, it doesn’t matter what your Community thinks about them. You can flower it up all you want with this and that about the power within and all this and that about the All, but when you come down to it, the only authority you Community types recognize is that of those running the Community. You’re not going to admit it, of course, but what you people want, as they might say in Before, is to worship the state as your god.”
Catherine had had enough. This old fool was not as out of touch as he seemed to be. Sure, he was inexcusably ignorant of many things a good resident of the Community ought to be familiar, but he possessed an insight that could not be permitted to spread and foment discord.
“As a duly appointed social interaction specialist, under the provisions of the Covenant of Universal Community as implemented by the Schauungtown Residential Charter, I hereby declare you to be an Individual.”
The elderly gentleman already knew that he was, but from the tone in the social interaction specialist’s voice he could tell she was stating something beyond the obvious.
“As such, you have been deemed no longer worthy of enjoying the privileges and protections of the Community. Having been sanctioned as such, all trusts held in your name under provisions of the Schauungtown Residential Charter shall revert back to the Community for resource reallocation.”
“You mean my property?” the elderly gentleman clutched at his chest once more.
Catherine couldn’t help but laugh. “Your property? It hasn’t been your property in years. If you had read the Residential Charter more carefully, you would have realized you are only allowed to occupy the unit in which you dwell at the discretion of the Community Association. You should have thought about that before you decided to forsake your obligation of civic loyalty.” Catherine pressed a button on her belt communicator.
The brow of the elderly gentleman furrowed as he contemplated the implications of the sentence just handed down against him. “But what about my wife? Please. She’s as old as I am. For her sake, don’t snatch everything we have. She’s a quiet lady. Not nearly as mouthy as I am.”
“That’s too bad. As your domestic partner, she is obligated to share in whatever disposition of your residential unit and its contents is decided upon by the Community. She should have been more selective with whom she entered into binding contracts with. Perhaps she should have put community well being above petty individualistic concerns such as love and personal happiness.” Catherine sneered at those concepts as if having never made their acquaintance and perhaps even doubting their very existence.
The eyes of the elderly gentleman pleaded with Catherine not to take away everything he had worked for his entire life and most importantly provided for his “wife” as those still enamored with the terminology of Before insisted upon calling their domestic partners.
A few more social interaction specialists pulled up in front of the food distribution center in their motorized vehicular transport. To the elderly gentleman, it looked a lot like a watered-downed paddy-wagon that had had its life sucked out of it after its conversion to electric power.
The burly social enforcement specialists turned to Catherine. “Is this the discontented resident to be individualized?”
“Yes,” Catherine responded. “He also has a domestic partner. We can take her into custody when we go to liquidate the contents of his residential unit for reallocation.”
The elderly gentleman looked around. The desire to bolt was overwhelming, but there was really no where to run to. The additional social interaction specialists stepped forward to block his path encase he did. Yet despite all the power and authority they had been imbued with by the Community, even they would not be able to block the elderly gentleman’s escape.
A terror he had never felt before welled up within the elderly gentleman’s soul, so intense that it crossed the threshold from thought to sensation instantaneously. Waves of the sharpest pain radiated out from his chest throughout what seemed like his entire body.
Despite his desire not to, he could not help doubling over in agony. All hopes of retaining any semblance of strength amidst such a trial had thereby been extinguished. The elderly gentleman’s brow furrowed in despair.
The social interaction specialists, charged with the mission of upholding the well being of the Community, obviously cared little for that of the individual members of the larger social organism as one of them elbowed the elderly gentleman in the back.
“Get moving,” one of them ordered as they forcibly began to drag him.
A look of delight came over Catherine’s face. She thought to herself, “You are getting exactly what you deserve, old fool, for defying the suggestions of the Community.”
But before the social interaction specialists could drag the elderly gentleman any further, his body grew incredibly stiff and fell to the floor of the Food Distribution Center. The feeling of overwhelming fear he had experienced just moments before had been replaced with a joy as powerful in its intensity and a contentment as satisfying as the terror had been unsettling.
It no longer matter what his address had been or about the struggle he had been forced to endure to stand up for the right to keep this information from those with no legitimate need to know it. For he now he had a new address that could never be taken away from him for a capricious reallocation or subject to the petty regulations of a Community that thought more highly of itself than it really ought. He also took comfort in knowing he would see his wife shortly.
Catherine couldn’t held let out a small laugh, feeling a bit satisfied the old coot had expired right there on the spot. Nothing quite like this final act of giving back to the Community where even the socially useless consumers of resources were forced to re-embrace their unity with the Cosmic Mother. Try as some might, in the end even they had to admit they were part of the All.
But as nearly as soon as the terror felt by the elderly gentleman had been changed into incomprehensible ecstasy, Catherine’s sense of victory quickly evaporated as a figure passed by the window of the Food Distribution Center. “What is he doing here?” Catherine questioned to herself as she noticed his flowing trench coat.
“The ’Bible Peddler’.” she thought. Apparently the old fool who would no longer be a drain on the Community wasn’t the only one that did not know his proper place
Copyright 2006 by Frederick Meekins
Radio Liberty Examines The Great New Orleans Land Grab
In this audio interview, Dr. Monteith discusses how the Katrina aftermath is being used as cover for a massive New Orleans eminent domain land heist, how environmentalists prevented the repair of the levees, and how FEMA actually hindered rescue efforts, even going so far as to break up families. Though the subject interviewed emphasizes the plight of Black people too much, it is a rather informative program in the fate that might befall any of us at the hands of our government should we have the misfortune of experiencing a national disaster.
Brits Consider Knife-Control Legislation
I guess they'd consider a ban on teeth to prevent biting as well; but given the British reputation for a lack of oral health, I imagine they already have that issue under control.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Transhumanism & The Quest For Eternal Life
Apologetics.com Examines The Decline Of Western Civilization
Overall an interesting edition as the cast is humorously upbeat despite the gloomy nature of the topic.
However, they go a bit far in placing the blame on the decline of the West on those that have not had children (the Albert Mohler you are a sinner if you have not procreated doctrine). Yet I don't remember them bashing C.S. Lewis for not having any of his own. I guess there are to be two standards: one for the ruling elite and another for the breeding masses that need to produce soldiers for the fatherland since another complaint was fewer people were enlisting in the armed forces.
Maybe motivation to die for one’s country must be sparked by the perception that one’s interests are actually at stake or more importantly that the leaders of the nation actually want to win the war. Furthermore, I don’t remember any of the Bush children volunteering for duty.
To the hosts, one is selfish if one does not keep pumping out offspring beyond the average one or two kids. While there is nothing wrong with large families, isn't it just as selfish to keep having babies without considering whether one can afford to with the expectation of everyone else picking up the bill?
I don't think it is "selfishness" to desire a reasonably comfortable standard of living that isn’t even necessarily luxurious in nature. How many children is one going to be able to afford in the current real estate environment in many regions such as the Washington Metropolitan Area where cramped houses in less than desirable neighborhoods are beginning to push past $350,000?
I don't know what these radio personalities make in terms of salary, but with these mortgages alone coupled with a tax burden in some counties I know of around here topping nearly $3000 a year, how is one then going to afford private school (as many of these Christian leaders insist upon) if one is making a lower than average salary if one is not part of the benighted leadership class, especially if one is going to adhere to the additional stricture that children are better off with the mother at home instead of being neglected or mistreated by daycare personnel?
by Frederick Meekins
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
And You Thought Star Trek Fans Were Odd: Narnia Buff Demands To See Film Dressed as Wardrobe
Given their penchant for costumes, fans of Star Trek and Star Wars have become comic fodder for the likes of Saturday Night Live and The Simpsons.
However, one Narnia fan wanting to see the film dressed as the Wardrobe has to have them all beat.
One theater manager remarked the fanboy could see Brokeback Mountain if he was willing to come out of the closet.
by Frederick Meekins
Friday, February 03, 2006
Transgenics, Genetically Modified Foods & Animals That Can See The Spirit World
Zeph Daniel discusses these matters with Tom Horn, author of the sci-fi novel The Ahirman Gate.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Multiculturalists Oppose Feeding The Homeless
Normally, liberals and other assorted leftists love to make a display about how much they care for the indigent; however, it seems now in France such gestures of goodwill are only acceptable if the meals appeal to the dietary peculiarities of every immigrant falling off the boat.
Groups linked to the "extreme right" in France are offering pork soup to their countrymen needing a helping hand. Since certain religious groups don't consume pig products --- particularly Muslims --- the eleemosynary is being denounced as "racist".
However, the charities point out the soup is being offered to anyone that wants it. If Muslims decide to decline the offer, that is their choice.
It is bad enough that governments of the West are allowing their borders to be overrun by alien cultures and belief systems. Now we are being told what kind of charity we are to extend to those we might decide to take pity on.
Where will this all end? Will we be forced to give booze to a panhandling drunk on the street corner who refuses a cup of coffee?
It is nearly unprecedented in the annals of history for the people of a nation to be compelled to finance its own takeover and ultimate demise. According to the account, police surrounded these volunteers and confiscated their pottage. Ashame law enforcement is not as vigilant about interdict the immigrants before the border is breached.
If this rabble can't eat pork for fear of disobeying God but has no problem rioting, rampaging and murdering, perhaps the only charity they deserve is none whatsoever. They can either eat what the good people of France are willing to feed them or they can starve if they are unwilling to provide for themselves.
By Frederick Meekins
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Group Rates Television Shows Based On Color Of Actors
Funny how all those eager to beat their chests as to how free of prejudice they are condemned me for daring to criticize the remake of the "Honeymooners" with a Black cast that was apparently so bad it barely made it into theaters. Obviously more Americans agreed with me than they are willing to admit.
Yet this very same mindset favoring mandatory hyperintegration doesn't seem to mind taking a note as to what the ethnic background of those in the TV industry happen to be.
If Blacks make up 10% or thereabouts of the population does that mean they should only land 10% of TV roles or are advocates of racial agitation going to demand more than what would be reasonable based on their numbers? Likewise, if those of Asian background make up only 1% of the population, doesn't that mean they should make up only 1% of TV characters.
And what about the Spanish networks such as Telemundo, are they going to be criticized for not featuring more English speaking actors?
And is anyone going to muster the courage to point out the over-representation of Jews in the media or do we only do that when the observation happens to apply to average run-of-the-mill Caucasians?
Seems we have seen this bad rerun before: when making a big deal of color benefits minorities you had better praise it from the rooftops but when doing so benefits common White folks, you had better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to face the ideological firing squads of political correctness.
by Frederick Meekins
Friday, January 20, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Christian Research Institute Endorses Tattoos
Seems even this venerable organization has fallen to the spirit of the age.
Though the article is not on-line, the author was interviewed by Todd Wilken of Issues Etc..
As usual, the author was spouting how the true Christian does not judge by appearance since God looks on the heart. But doesn't the true Christian realize the outside is a reflection of what's on the inside?
Actually, if these people weren’t so wrapped up in appearances, why are they in such a rush to look like every other slob on the streets today? Even those that got them in the military know doubt did so as a result of peer pressure and often regret having done so later in life often after coming to a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.
But unlike previous generations or those with some class about them who later felt a godly sense of shame and exhibited repentance over what they had done, those getting them nowadays in light of our theraputic Winfreyite culture have to tell everyone about and expect all those hearing about it to offer up a hearty round of applause or be prepared to face the ubiquitious charges of prejudice and closemindedness (they'd probably even work in allegations of racism and homophobia if they could).
If the church does not get a hold of this nonsense, eventually you won't be able to join a church unless you are willing to get a tattoo since you won't be deemed devoted enough to the whims of the group just as many Purpose Driven Churches toss the old folks to the curb who don't go along with the heathen jungle music known as "contemporary worship choruses".
Already the rhythms of the savage permeate our sanctuaries. How much longer until some pastor ascends the lectern (note I did not say "pulpit" as many churches have already removed these in these postmodern times) dressed only in a loincloth or with a bamboo stick pierced through their privates and a disk extending their bottom lips, claiming they are dressed this way in solidarity with the unreached people groups and that those pastors adorned in more traditional forms of clerical raiment obviously don’t care so much about the poor.
Christians enamored with such vandalism against the body will dismiss the entire matter as an issue of culture. Then if that's the case, why do the rest of us have to change to suit these grubby libertines?
Copyright 2006 by Frederick Meekins
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Developers Conspire To Confiscate Property From New Orleans Residents
As usually, the mantra of tyranny in this instance is "sustainability" and "isolation".
As I figured, the poor souls that have lost everything in the Katrina tragedy will now have what little remains taken away for the sake of the elites.
There are plans to finagle away property at only 60% of its actual value, but even if 100 times the market value was offered, that is not the point.
If one really wants to lay the foundation of a new New Orleans, why not raize Bourbon Street notorious for its debauchery and devil worship.
So what if those that want to move back are isolated? It is their property.
One person to be commended shouted out at a hearing, "I'm ready to rebuild, and I'm not letting you take mine. I'm going to fight, whatever it takes, to rebuild my property. It's going to be baby Iraq for Joe Canizaro."
Seems this next battle of New Orleans could be the shot heard round the world in the ongoing war for the property rights of all Americans.
Frederick Meekins
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Secularists Once Again Call For The Suppression Of Knowledge
Since the 1920’s or thereabouts, secularists have invoked the imagery of the Scopes Monkey Trial as evidence that conservative Evangelicals are bent on suppressing knowledge in the realms of science and literature.
Most following the news are no doubt aware of the ongoing angst on the part of unbelievers and Modernists regarding the propriety of introducing Intelligent Design into the Biology classroom since in their eyes suggesting anything but the materialist hypothesis (itself a faith-based assumption) diminishes the rigor of so-called scientific education. Instead, they suggest such ideas should be considered as part of the Social Studies or Humanities curriculum.
Yet such gestures of enlightened magnanimous compromise are little more than a canard. For when it becomes time to examine the metaphysical issues within what liberals previously promoted as the appropriate venue for such a discussion, they then cry Separation of Church and State. Thus, what they really want is a monopoly on the perspective taught across all of public education.
As could be expected, Americans United For The Separation Of Church And State has demanded that the State of Florida alter an essay contest that encourages students to submit their reaction to The Lion, The Witch, & The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. The Humanist front group contends some students might be offended by a work that has often been interpreted as a Christian allegory. The agitators suggest alternative titles should be made available for students to select from.
One wonders if the Lynnites would be as prompt about coming to the defense of students that did not want to read Harry Potter or other works of literature even more salacious in their content. Interesting when it comes to the boy wizard the important thing is that Miss Rowling gets the kids to read; shouldn’t this be the same attitude towards Professor Lewis among those that insist we have nothing to fear from books?
No doubt had the White Witch been the hero of the story rather than the villain, those sympathetic to Wicca and the Dark Arts would have no problem with the novel. The thing about contemporary liberals is not so much that they oppose spirituality in the classroom but rather merely traditional forms of it.
Neither do these liberals support the principles of individual mental autonomy to the extent that they claim. Where were they when the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals essentially ruled parents have no constitutional right to protect their elementary-age children from perverts masquerading as educators asking these little ones all kinds of questions even an adult would be embarrassed to answer and to which no agent of the government has a right to know their answers.
These sensitive liberals whine students not wanting to read the book do not have an alternative to choose from if they still want to participate in the contest. Any other time these advocates of radical tolerance and inclusion insist that in a pluralistic society the upstanding member of the community has an obligation to subject oneself to ideas one might otherwise find objectionable.
So if students have to be subjected to putting condoms on cucumbers for their own good, then how are they going to be harmed by a novel about a talking lion? Makes you wonder what they are so afraid of.
All the fuss causes the critically minded to speculate if it’s for the sake of the children or rather about something else the hypertolerant malcontents themselves do not want to confront. A child not belonging to the Christian faith is not going to necessarily pick up on any Christian motifs Lewis might have incorporated into the text.
To pick up on any parallels, one would already have to be familiar with Christian doctrine. Thus to be offended by Aslan as a perceived Christ-figure is to have a problem with an intellect more formidable than even that of C.S. Lewis, namely God Himself.
Adherents of absolutist relativism will contend it is not the place of educators to convert students to any particular set of religious ideas. Funny, public educators don’t mind using the persuasive powers of the classroom as to influence the choices pupils make regarding viewpoints on issues such as homosexuality, abortion, and the origins of the universe. If no set of ideas is better than any other and parents are usually seen as being too stupid to decide what is in the best interests of their children, what’s the big deal if a child switches to Christianity if all paths to God or whatever else you happen to see as the supreme universal truth or lack there of really are equal?
In Lewis’ novel, it is revealed that the White Witch has placed a curse on the Land Of Narnia so it is always winter but never Christmas. With the lust of liberals to remove all vestiges of Christianity from Western culture, my guess is that they hate this book because Lewis just hit too close to home.
Copyright 2005 by Frederick Meekins
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Muslim Claims Nudity Within Marriage Unacceptable
Kind of makes you wonder what's the point of getting married be if everything is to be kept at the "just friends" level especially if there aren't going to be any accompanying injunctions condemning nagging as well.
While I tend to be a bit of a stick in the mud, these people must have some of the most joyless lives on the face of the earth as those sympathetic to this religious outlook will even kill songbirds should the pleasant tweets of these tiny creatures defile their fanatical ears.
Guess they don't mind couples making more recruits for future jihads; they just don't want anymore enjoying themselves while doing so.
Black Muslims Terrorize Booze Peddlers
Wonder if liberals will have the guts to classify these deeds as terrorism or hate crimes?