Are You Just Another Cyber Casualty?

 (ˈsī-bər-ˈka-zhəl-tē)  n., pl. -ties
[ < Gr. kybernan, to steer]

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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President Perdurabo

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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.

If You Don’t Do Newspeak—You Might Be Problematic.

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

Killing for the Community: The evolution of homicidal self-sacrifice

Suicide Mission: March 8, 2016

At five o’clock in the evening, Fouad Tamimi turned his motorcycle east onto Sultan Suleiman Street on the north side of Jerusalem’s Old City, ready to die.

The young Palestinian sped along the ancient stone wall toward the Damascus Gate, a looming battlement leading into the bazaar between the Muslim and Christian quarters of the Old City. A squad of Border Police were posted at the entrance — probably more than usual, because earlier that day officers had gunned down a 50 year-old Arab woman who had allegedly tried to stab one of them with a serrated steak knife. The story was all over the news that morning. Her blood had barely dried when the Palestinian killer slowed his bike, leveled his Carl Gustav 9mm submachine gun, and opened fire on the Israelis.

One went down, blood spraying. The “Carlo” isn’t the most accurate weapon, but it works.

Tamimi revved his bike and cut left at the next roundabout, directly in front of an Israeli police station, and made his way north up the bustling Salah A-Din Street. Arabs were out shopping or just hanging around storefronts, talking. Security forces closed in on the gunman. Tamimi turned and fired again, hitting another Israeli. Shoppers scattered and scurried indoors. You could hear the shots from the National Hotel, just around the corner, where I was sitting in the dining room.

Reading back through the news stories today, I imagine the intensity of the young man’s experience: heart racing, wind roaring in his face, prayers to Allah on his lips, bursts of adrenaline dumping sugar into his bloodstream, pupils dilating, every sense sharpened, everything moving in slow motion. Years of heroic dreams finally coming to life. The ultimate sacrifice for Palestine, for family, for glory.

For God.

An Israeli officer took aim at Fouad Tamimi, and with a gentle squeeze of the finger created another martyr for the resistance. One soul goes under the surface and a thousand emotional ripples go out. When I arrived moments later, a crowd of Arabs had converged on their brother’s body. They held out cellphones for a few clear shots until an Israeli police unit arrived and pointed tricked out assault rifles at us.

God only knows why some people dive into the jaws of death like it’s good for them.

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Now International Women’s Day Is A Joke Across The World

On March 8 disgruntled women in 30 countries abandoned their jobs, homes, and children. They gathered in various city centers, leaving the rest of the world in peace. For one whole day, men were able to crack sexist jokes without looking over their shoulders.

According to the website for International Women’s Strike USA, the mass walk-out aimed to be “the beginning of a new international feminist movement that organizes resistance not just against Trump and his misogynist policies, but also against the conditions that produced Trump.” The organizers seemed oblivious to the fact that hostile, meddlesome, and radically anti-male feminists are one of the polarizing conditions that drove millions of eye-rolling American voters—including 53 percent of white women—into the groping arms of the Orange One.

Full article at The Federalist

The Sacred Family: How ingroup loyalty drives religion and politics in America

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We are an intensely parochial species. That’s why whites feel superior to blacks, Christians believe the unfaithful will go to hell, and Americans want to keep the greatest land on earth for themselves.

It’s all part of being an animal.

Race and religion appear to grow from a common seed in the human mind, branching out from each individual to shape a society’s politics. I suspect that racial, religious, and political loyalties are actually different manifestations of the same suite of cognitive modules. These express as an innate and often unconscious tendency toward ingroup favoritism.

This ethnocentric bias is powerful, but not determinative. The symbolic objects which command our loyalty—whether they be bloodlines, tribal totems, national flags, deified idols, or pure, abstract principles—are historically contingent, and therefore flexible. The degree of ethnocentrism present in any given individual is also variable, as a substantial subset of any given population will tend to prioritize empathy over loyalty. Continue reading

Study finds sadomasochism evokes spiritual experiences

Leather Black Fraternity Paddle in man's hand

Religious devotees endure torturous scenarios for the warm embrace of human connection. Some kneel and stand repeatedly to please their priest and fellow congregants. Others fast and chant for days on end to fulfill their guru’s program of enlightenment. At the extreme edge of the ritual spectrum, aspirants turn to self-flagellation, scarification, and even ultra-violent Philippine reenactments of the crucifixion, with real nails and the scars to prove it. It’s along these gruesome lines that the spirituality of BDSM (bondage-domination/discipline-submission/sadomasochism) emerges. A new study suggests that ritualized masochistic practices may induce an altered state of consciousness.

Full article at Science on Religion