I don’t always have pancakes for breakfast but when I do…
It is of invaluable aid to the designing mind to sleep within a concept—to dream within a dream.
There is a pure energy found in order that is infinitely more satisfying that the wild slashing energy of disorder and chaos. Peace trumps discord.
Design makes the best mattress.
Dream among the texture, curves and colors.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89), Poems 1918
All the laws of heaven and earth are unable to prevent man from his crimes. Surely relaxing the laws of heaven and earth shall not dispose man to better behavior.
Anyone who knows me knows I am passionate about what I believe is right and wrong. Of course, I always prefer honest discourse and rich debate to typical non-Conservative tactics like violence and stuff.
That being said, if you are some Middle Eastern man who actually believes (or ever did) that a young girl who learns to read, ride a bicycle, resists being raped, or wishes to choose her own husband makes her less than human, and moreover, justifies you horribly disfiguring her by throwing acid on her face…
You are a dog.
And like any rabid animal you should be dragged out into the street and have your head sawed off in front of everyone else who thinks like you do.
There comes a time when an enemy is so depraved, so heinous, so ungodly, you have to defeat them by their rules of war. They must be “beaten down like the dust.”
It didn’t take one atomic bomb to bring imperial Japan to it’s knees. It took two.
Some men and women forfeit their right to walk the Earth one more hour.
One of these days when our government is populated once again by statesmen and not the legions of corporate and criminal front men like we have now, and we once again place justice above profit, we will dismantle our inhuman prison-as-profit industry, and just start handing out some old fashioned justice.
Theft, assault and battery, embezzlement, public intoxication, possession of drug paraphernalia and hundred other offenses—I got it: jail time. Fine. No objection.
But child rape, pedophilia, rape & dismemberment, human kidnapping and sex trafficking, executing the victims of rape and not the rapist…
If you think these are not capital crimes then you are part of the cancer destroying the entire planet’s trust that somewhere—here on Earth, today—is real justice.
Or worse, you recoil at the notion of permanently punishing these monsters because you secretly promote and/or participate in their crimes and to destroy them is to declare war on your sicknesses as well.
Well, too bad.
Overpopulation is not nearly as big a problem as under-punishment is.
How about you stop mass-extinguishing unborn human beings who haven’t done anything wrong, and direct your contempt for life at someone who actually deserves it?
Jesus, come quickly.