No body can be all-inclusive, and that includes the body of Christ. This was made apparent to me during a recent talk given by Czech philosopher-priest Tomáš Halík at Boston University. The Templeton Prize winner is widely admired for his tireless efforts to bring peace through interfaith dialogue, beginning with his courageous role in the Soviet-era “underground church.” In response to the resurgence of tribal values seen across the globe, his lecture was entitled Making the World Think Again: Reason, Hope, and Faith in an Age of Populism.

Full article at Areo Magazine

Science has failed to prove or disprove the existence of God, but recent studies suggest certain beliefs are better for you than others, and that includes your Darwinian fitness. These ideas aggravate moral relativists who argue that no way of life is superior to another. “You can’t judge,” they scold. “It’s all the same.” That’s exactly what someone would say before convincing you to do something stupid. Which tradition you follow matters, and its effects can be measured.

Full article at The Federalist

Prague is the perfect romantic getaway. You just have to keep your paranoid imagination under control. My sweet lover and I drank wine on the river, mused in the museums, and explored the natural world on foreign beds. We led each other through the city’s streets, admiring its ancient beauty: the palace on the hill, St. Vitus Cathedral, the basilica at Vyšehrad, the green idol of St. John of Nepomuk who watches over the Charles Bridge, eavesdropping on lovers’ secrets.

Day by day, the depths of Czech history were uncovered like the nested shells of a matryoshka doll, each more enchanting than the last. Over the centuries, we see a progression from the goddess Marzanna to Mother Mary to the Plastic People of the Universe. At the end of the story, hiding within the Russian doll’s radioactive core, we find a nightmarish golem with latex genitals and an apple in its mouth.

Full article at disinformation

My friends on the far right see Marxists under every bed. But that’s crazy, because everyone knows that Marxists don’t hide under beds—they bang their grad students on them. Just don’t say that aloud in polite company. If you dare mention that academia has become a decadent nest of clueless leftocrats, student activists will mob your doorstep and call you a Nazi.

Full article at Taki’s Magazine

cy-ber-cas-u-al-ty  (ˈsī-bər-ˈka-zhəl-tē)  n., pl. -ties
[ < Gr. kybernan, to steer]

1  An individual who spends as much or more time online as he or she does in the physical world, marked by distinctive traits such as:

• A perpetual blue glow on the face due to compulsive use of technological devices.
• An astute command of text message abbreviations and emoticons—coupled with inarticulate speech, an unresponsive demeanor, and/or  juvenile emotional outbursts in actual social settings.
• A noticeable absence of non-virtual relationships, which are replaced by chat buddies, email correspondences, blogs, celebrity fixations, faceless gurus with hypnotic keyboards, hyperlinked love connections, and so many recipes that you are never gonna cook, but hell, you just like to drool over the pictures from time to time.
• Gradually diminishing health and hygiene habits—ie. stank arm, funk butt, dripping facial oil, finger of the unknown goo, fast foods, fake foods, no food, teeth fuzz, shlumpy posture, unconscious substance consumption, loss of physical coordination, and unchecked fart production.
• That vacant fucking stare.

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Collage adapted from buchela.blogspot.com

From the 2020 State of the Union Address:

This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat! Believe me. It’s true.

Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.

It will be the best sacrifice the world has ever seen. It’ll be yuge, with blood coming out of the wounds, out of the… whatever.

Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire! And, believe me, I will be there to grab that ritual cup, if you know what I mean.

Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms. You’re gonna win, and win big!

There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt. Not even one.

Love is the law, love under will. And it’s the best law ever.

The enchanting Chanty Binx is not #problematic

If someone calls you cisgendered but you insist you’re “bro”-gendered—you might be problematic.

If you think microaggressions involve midget wrestling—you might be problematic.

If you think “trigger warnings” are coming to take your guns away—you might be problematic.

If you think acronyms like “LGBTQIAA” have the aesthetic appeal of a botched spelling bee—you might be problematic. Continue reading →