And give me your opinions, please...
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INDECENTS.
“Indecency” is really making news. Now there's some (pun-intended) irony for you -- now public media figures are scurrying to throw “cover” on indecency. Kids of all young ages are going to school in underclothes; swapping oral sex not called sex; insulting, assaulting and suing (and screwing) teachers and adult authority; watching and filming porno during school hours and on school grounds -- good thing these prestigious do-good saviors of our society stepped in and wasted no time to provide some “cover,” who knows how more nakedly low the behavior of America's 10 year-olds was destined to sink. Thanks media elites! You've saved us from a new depth of public offense we all were headed to suffer.
Actually, the irony here is hollow its customary chuckle. Because the serious, sorry story is all forms of public media have too long used indecency to fulfill their own profit and ulterior motives, and the scrutiny headline and TV news have recently given indecency is not, now, for any conscientious decent reason whatsoever. According to these pseudo-heroes of modern-day, public appearances of stories built around decency don't draw ratings -- so they all keep reminding us. Us -- the common, simple folk. To the elites, the "What the hell do you know?" folks. Well, what we do know is this: thinking for oneself, having one’s own principled thoughts doesn’t square with the shallow face-time and foolhardy local celebrity and venal paycheck one gets in exchange for driveled cue-card reading. Never would these same pathetic media figures even think about advancing a decent, mature, public conversation concerned with the serious and negative effects indecency has on our society -- so don't be bamboozled into believing they are now. They are not.
The designers of network news and newsprint are interested in the indecency debate now only because it allows them to air plenty of what is indecent, claiming it is legitimate news coverage. At the same time, they are doing "cover-up" -- their own extreme character makeover, performing cosmetic surgery on indecency to turn it more and more rubbery so that indecent is endlessly malleable, never definable.
Look at the twisted, controversial mess today. If the laws on the books would have just been enforced when indecency -- as it is defined by the FCC -- first reared its ugly, degenerate head over public airwaves, decent people wouldn’t find themselves in the bewildering albatross they are now in. When there is a problem, there is always blame. Some “thing” or some “one” is always responsible. In this instance, this is it: already well-defined laws were not enforced. Pure and simple. Botchery brought to you courtesy of government’s incompetent grown-ups, adults absence maturity. This letting down of the guard, it strikes me, is just as indecent. These morons are pornographers, by oversight, in their own right, and they are pissing away the future world our kids have to grow up in.
Let’s call the perps what they are: degenerates and **********s -- all reprobates. Their success -- the listening audience and the millions paid them -- doesn’t change that. Scum is scum. Don't let the hype and perfumery fool you, these people are bottomfeeders and that stink you smell is their rotten character.
Encouraging and driving sub-humans (non-thinking and mis-behaving homosapiens) to function their basest is not what is called "creativity." “Originality” is not throwing crap at a wall to see what sticks. Talent? You have millions of vehicles with just as many radios that no degenerate ever had to, first, sell -- a built-in storefront and profit-center infrastructure without the encumbrance of its huge overhead. And you have millions of lesions with wandering minds, prisoners of their own indecent, disingenuous, pathetic and commercialized lives, on their way to jobs they cannot stand, looking for effortless escape. And to round up the numbers you have the jobless derelicts and frustrated ne’er-do-wells hiding in their homes, repulsed by employment and independency and consistency, afraid of their own thoughts, self-control, and self-improvement, making their best friends with voices and images that come out of a plastic, electric box. The raunchy noise is their buddy. It saves them from the death knell of their own mind's silence.
Howard Stern, Poppa Perp, pounds his meatless chest, shrilling from his tumorous, too-many-times-yanked adam’s apple that he’s done something great, something to be proud of. He’s a punk who’s done neither. A literal scarecrow who without his mindless sycophants and sleazy minions and boob-club, biker bouncer puppets would just as literally need Depends to hide just how often he pees and craps himself. Once his voice turns to dead air, there will be no legacy except the regret his inheritors have over having to foot the huge storage bills housing his dusty, worthless digital archives. Howard Stern is one of humanity’s pieces of crap. And our culture is long over due a courtesy flush ridding itself of Stench a’la Stern.
An exclamation has been made that if there is an audience then the listeners have a right to hear it over public airwaves. This is the kind of nonsense you get you when you mix a cocktail of broken rules and laws and regulations with no consequence -- a sloppy liberal, drunk on entitlements, stumbles forward flexing his ignorance, throwing his corpulent uselessness around. I can only imagine the beasts my wife and I would have to contend with if our daughters got away with breaking the rules for 15-20 years, and then suddenly we woke with an irrepressible urge to go about enforcing them. So it is now that the Howard Sterns of the airwaves are screaming, “But we‘ve been doing this shtick for a long, long time -- what gives that you bust our balls now?” And, their feeble sheep fall right in line harping the same idiocy, “Yeah, duh, what about?” So it is, too, that decent people are sandbagged into ridiculously entertaining again and again and again a question that every liberal knows is nothing but good Marxist subterfuge: “Can you define indecency for us?”
Indecency is nothing new. It’s been around since alternatives. And for over 3,000 years man has recorded his observations and thoughts, his dealings moral and immoral (read effective and ineffective) with its carnal pull. Greater people and greater thinking, mind you, than the shock jocks and their vile, nasty skits mocking virtue, sanity and decency; and exploiting the downtrodden, retarded and whorish, all with high life-ideals like flatulence on command, bisexuality, body fluid exchange, infidelity, swelled fake boobs or lesbianism or on and on and vilely on.
Those writings bearing truth (recognition of reality) eloquently concentrate upon and reflect what the majority of human beings have universally understood throughout time and understand still today: a civilization necessarily needs a greater number of its citizens to behave the best of themselves; needs its human beings to have restraint; and needs its enemies, indecency being but one, to be contained.
At about fifty years ago, this understanding began rapid transmogrification. There are books exhaustively detailing theories why, read them and get more confused and further from the blunt truth if you want. Here’s the short story.
It was the best, so far, of modern times; comforts and conveniences were affordable to more people than ever before. Time once spent doing daily (and tougher) tasks just to eat, travel and survive was freed up. Entreprenuerialship exploded; think about franchise businesses: especially fast food, grocery store chains, department stores. Things that were once time saving luxuries and amenities affordable only by the wealthy no longer were. Modernity beget materiality; dispassionate, sturdy peace-of-minds, content in knowing one already had all one really needed, were distracted and conflicted by new, unfamiliar and untried temptations over how much more there now was to get. Meaningful, useful -- or not. Sensationalism shoved aside substance; credibility and durability became the troublemakers no one wanted to hassle with anymore, incompetence and quick-fix were sassy and hip. Televisions became ubiquitous. Radio, around longer and everywhere too, was widening its own horizons and getting more creative and prominent. Time once largely spent in character building chores and experiences, silent self-contemplation and family inculcation was now spent processing and absorbing life-views and make-believe worlds -- escapism -- existent outside one’s own backyard.
Somewhere in this timeline, young people, developing their characters and life philosophies, used the freed-up time and freer adolescent indulgence that modern comfort and convenience (less serious concern, less responsibility) secured to subsidize an emboldened and indignant version of natural, youthful rebelliousness. Many decent, caring, hardworking parents, caught off guard, capitulated and figured “Ah, what the hell, I’ve worked hard to build a better life for my children, now that it’s here, if they want to have a little fun, be a little wild, raise a little hell, what harm is a little loosening up going to do?" Moreover, many of these same grown-ups strayed and traded traditions for short-term gratification, principles for possessions. Stand-up gave in to lying down. Shame took a walk; guilt smoked a cigarette. Wrongs. Big Wrongs.
Hard work ethic and merit building eroded into indolent “give-me, give me.” Before, there were no free meals, everybody had to earn their keep. Now there was a smorgasbord of freebies, and the louder your whine, the more cheese you got to go with it; the louder your scream, the more "kept" you could be. Once there were no free rides, now every bum got a ticket. Lazier and careless yet lacking the character-building attention that preoccupied-time of work and goal-setting would have supplied, youth found something else to get into: Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll. There was Hugh Hefner and Playboy and the public revelation that masturbation didn’t really make you blind. Private imaginations went public, rolled out in full-color ink onto a printed page with a perfectly placed crease. Public detestation and personal restraint weakened, it was only a matter of time before smuttiness became the bell of the ball. Stoned on LSD, tripping that they were one united sex organ in a intergalactic screw with themselves, Jimmy Hendrix, copulating with his guitar, took all the hippies higher and higher into one wild screeching orgasm -- or OD; for a stoner, either was heaven.
Then there was Vietnam. Reality didn’t sit well with the hallucinations of uninhibited dope use. Bozos really bummed -- this was a bad trip smoking more pot or a weekend of tie-dying underwear would not fix. War didn’t mix well with peace signs, promiscuous love and nonjudgmental unity. Their bong-foggy minds knew for sure that dope and sex could turn hate to love, make even enemies friends. And they’d beat the crap out of any decent, law-abiding American citizen, parent, sibling or neighbor who wouldn’t let them prove it.
Nothing from here was uphill.
Young, dopey unorganized rebels-without-a-cause turned into smart-alecky cynics who turned into a caustic anti-America voice who turned into a mob of vicious America haters who turned into anti-Western culture Marxists (who turned into today's lesions and John Kerry supporters) with one goal: destruction.
These buffoon-headed kids are, now, immature grown-ups. The baby boomers still crying babies. The misfits maddening our society. The loony intellectuals running the colleges and universities ruining simple concepts like decency -- and ”think” and “mind” and “truth” and “right” and “good”...and they are the creators and producers and editors and writers pumping indecency over every public airwave, turning it into a clogged sewer no plunger of any size may ever be able to fix. They are the enablers of decay and destruction. The destroyers of civilization -- deconstructed virtue by deconstructed virtue.
These indecent twerps do a lot of bragging. A lot of stroking of themselves about the power, they contend, their popularity gives them, and what kind of effect they can wield with that power just by giving the order. So full of themselves they are, filled up on anxiety drugs, hard-on pills and little canned weenies. Reality is, they are hoodlums confidently full of their own jumbled confusion. Because let's get clear about something here. Indecent people have no original power of their own. They've built up nothing all by their degenerate selves. No vice ever has. Vice, which is entirely destructive, cannot sustain itself. It is powerless unless it subsist parasitically on that which is constructive -- and that is only virtue. No vice contributes constructively to individual life or society as a whole -- none, ever. Vice always piggybacks on the power of virtue. Indecency is a vice that's done no different, its hoofs sharpened into hyperdermic horns dug into and sucking from decency's meaty, plentiful back.
Furthermore, when they talk about the power they now have (due to the sucking of decent blood they've long done) they confuse quantity with quality. Numbers don't make for conviction. Whereas, conviction paralyzes and bludgeons mass. Check with history if you need proof. The craven and cowardly cut and run when a fight takes more than mealy-mouthed attitude. They only show up when their presence isn't going to be accounted for, and, then, only in the daydream of their mind. Only in their fantasies do they have the guts -- and even that makes them queasy to cry out for mommy.
Indecent people don't have the kind of conviction like decent people do, making them willing to stand up and fight and even die for what they believe. Conviction is not what gave them power to begin with and it is not what powers them, now, after so many years of being ticks. Scarily, it is exactly their lack of conviction that continues to power them. This, of course, the figureheads for indecency cannot openly admit. They know they have no conviction, but they can't, to continue justifying their ill-cause, allow themselves to say the words. If they do, the phony credibility they rely on to keep the non-thinking sheep of their anarchist herd in line would be destroyed.
As illegitimate as they are, there is something decent people have to seriously consider and never underestimate. Even though indecent people never built beginning power on their own, have not the conviction decent people do, and have not the same reservoir of power widespread decency does, that they will not hesitate to use what power they do have unpredictably, unscrupulously, and even illegally makes up for a lot of the legitimate power they do not have. Chaos is their equalizer. Not playing by the rules or the laws, flipping and flopping, contradiction and hypocrisy make indecency a harder target to take out.
In my last post I introduced "Atlas Heterosexual,"and spoke about that it was time to shrug the tolerances of queerness that have been overly extended, and are, now, self-immolating. I think it's time to broaden our Atlas obligations.
Let me say this about what the wisdom of the World has us know. Sooner or later, people get what they deserve. Now, I'd like to be able to tell you that the “indecents” are very soon due theirs. (I'd like to even be able to tell you where and when the beating they so, so deserve is going to go down. We could all show up with our weapon of choice and just be done with it. Oh, how many of us would love to swing a heavy sword or calloused hand in that fight.) But -- I can’t tell you what I don't know, and as to my two sentence imaginary lapse, it's another one of those "serious or silly" conundrums you frequently find here at Warrior Web. Of course, out of context the enemy can make anything stick. I leave the riddle for you to figure out: "Do I really mean that beating people up stuff when he says it, or is he just putting on a work?" Besides, every good, law-abiding citizen knows only the anarchist can get away with breaking the law. Anarchists, mind you, that want no rule of law, but, once arrested, use their one phone call to call a lawyer.
What I can say is this. Decent people are getting theirs right now -- getting what they deserve. In exact measure. That "little loosening up" over fifty years ago that all seemed so harmless at the time had an insatiable appetite. And for years it's been eating each benefit-of-the-doubt after benefit-of-the-doubt decent people have extended, and it's now one fat hell-bent beast. Decent people created it by letting their intolerance-guard down too, too, many times.
Decency is all but dead and buried under a pile of condemnation for common sense, and decent people don't want to accept the fact that they shoveled on the manure -- tolerance by tolerance -- fertilizing its demise. Instead, they want to misbelieve there's a way to revive decency in this world through more compromise and more tolerance, instead of rolling up their sleeves, cracking their knuckles, flexing their forearms and digging down into the despicable rot and stink to retrieve it, there, where decent people, through neglect, banished it.
Decency and common sense go hand in hand. They depend on one another, back one another up. When one suffers the other will too. Indecency can't be confronted without its compatriot common sense. To make the world work, it's the way its always been; the way it's always been understood; the way it's been carried on throughout the generations.
Neither used to be open to debate. The reason was simple (simplicity itself being common sense). There was nothing more fundamental to discover, no reason to further discuss -- they were self-evident. Still are. They weren't taught so much as they were knocked up side your head reminding you, when you attempted to forget, that "you know them." When they are subject to debate, as they have been over the last 40-50 years, and as they are more feverishly now, they get lost in the barrage of tongue-ties. Like all things lost, our memory of their existence fades. Same thing with decency and common sense right now. Their straightforwardness has been for so long violated by the confusion of debate, more minds than not have lost the memory of their existence. Out of mind, out of society.
It's time us decent people recaptured some of our fighting strength. My quads are aching and my traps are swollen. It's time again for the Atlases of the World to shrug more undue tolerances. Don't forget to do the decent thing -- swat an indecent on his way down. Swat him hard enough to make him bleed.
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INDECENTS.
“Indecency” is really making news. Now there's some (pun-intended) irony for you -- now public media figures are scurrying to throw “cover” on indecency. Kids of all young ages are going to school in underclothes; swapping oral sex not called sex; insulting, assaulting and suing (and screwing) teachers and adult authority; watching and filming porno during school hours and on school grounds -- good thing these prestigious do-good saviors of our society stepped in and wasted no time to provide some “cover,” who knows how more nakedly low the behavior of America's 10 year-olds was destined to sink. Thanks media elites! You've saved us from a new depth of public offense we all were headed to suffer.
Actually, the irony here is hollow its customary chuckle. Because the serious, sorry story is all forms of public media have too long used indecency to fulfill their own profit and ulterior motives, and the scrutiny headline and TV news have recently given indecency is not, now, for any conscientious decent reason whatsoever. According to these pseudo-heroes of modern-day, public appearances of stories built around decency don't draw ratings -- so they all keep reminding us. Us -- the common, simple folk. To the elites, the "What the hell do you know?" folks. Well, what we do know is this: thinking for oneself, having one’s own principled thoughts doesn’t square with the shallow face-time and foolhardy local celebrity and venal paycheck one gets in exchange for driveled cue-card reading. Never would these same pathetic media figures even think about advancing a decent, mature, public conversation concerned with the serious and negative effects indecency has on our society -- so don't be bamboozled into believing they are now. They are not.
The designers of network news and newsprint are interested in the indecency debate now only because it allows them to air plenty of what is indecent, claiming it is legitimate news coverage. At the same time, they are doing "cover-up" -- their own extreme character makeover, performing cosmetic surgery on indecency to turn it more and more rubbery so that indecent is endlessly malleable, never definable.
Look at the twisted, controversial mess today. If the laws on the books would have just been enforced when indecency -- as it is defined by the FCC -- first reared its ugly, degenerate head over public airwaves, decent people wouldn’t find themselves in the bewildering albatross they are now in. When there is a problem, there is always blame. Some “thing” or some “one” is always responsible. In this instance, this is it: already well-defined laws were not enforced. Pure and simple. Botchery brought to you courtesy of government’s incompetent grown-ups, adults absence maturity. This letting down of the guard, it strikes me, is just as indecent. These morons are pornographers, by oversight, in their own right, and they are pissing away the future world our kids have to grow up in.
Let’s call the perps what they are: degenerates and **********s -- all reprobates. Their success -- the listening audience and the millions paid them -- doesn’t change that. Scum is scum. Don't let the hype and perfumery fool you, these people are bottomfeeders and that stink you smell is their rotten character.
Encouraging and driving sub-humans (non-thinking and mis-behaving homosapiens) to function their basest is not what is called "creativity." “Originality” is not throwing crap at a wall to see what sticks. Talent? You have millions of vehicles with just as many radios that no degenerate ever had to, first, sell -- a built-in storefront and profit-center infrastructure without the encumbrance of its huge overhead. And you have millions of lesions with wandering minds, prisoners of their own indecent, disingenuous, pathetic and commercialized lives, on their way to jobs they cannot stand, looking for effortless escape. And to round up the numbers you have the jobless derelicts and frustrated ne’er-do-wells hiding in their homes, repulsed by employment and independency and consistency, afraid of their own thoughts, self-control, and self-improvement, making their best friends with voices and images that come out of a plastic, electric box. The raunchy noise is their buddy. It saves them from the death knell of their own mind's silence.
Howard Stern, Poppa Perp, pounds his meatless chest, shrilling from his tumorous, too-many-times-yanked adam’s apple that he’s done something great, something to be proud of. He’s a punk who’s done neither. A literal scarecrow who without his mindless sycophants and sleazy minions and boob-club, biker bouncer puppets would just as literally need Depends to hide just how often he pees and craps himself. Once his voice turns to dead air, there will be no legacy except the regret his inheritors have over having to foot the huge storage bills housing his dusty, worthless digital archives. Howard Stern is one of humanity’s pieces of crap. And our culture is long over due a courtesy flush ridding itself of Stench a’la Stern.
An exclamation has been made that if there is an audience then the listeners have a right to hear it over public airwaves. This is the kind of nonsense you get you when you mix a cocktail of broken rules and laws and regulations with no consequence -- a sloppy liberal, drunk on entitlements, stumbles forward flexing his ignorance, throwing his corpulent uselessness around. I can only imagine the beasts my wife and I would have to contend with if our daughters got away with breaking the rules for 15-20 years, and then suddenly we woke with an irrepressible urge to go about enforcing them. So it is now that the Howard Sterns of the airwaves are screaming, “But we‘ve been doing this shtick for a long, long time -- what gives that you bust our balls now?” And, their feeble sheep fall right in line harping the same idiocy, “Yeah, duh, what about?” So it is, too, that decent people are sandbagged into ridiculously entertaining again and again and again a question that every liberal knows is nothing but good Marxist subterfuge: “Can you define indecency for us?”
Indecency is nothing new. It’s been around since alternatives. And for over 3,000 years man has recorded his observations and thoughts, his dealings moral and immoral (read effective and ineffective) with its carnal pull. Greater people and greater thinking, mind you, than the shock jocks and their vile, nasty skits mocking virtue, sanity and decency; and exploiting the downtrodden, retarded and whorish, all with high life-ideals like flatulence on command, bisexuality, body fluid exchange, infidelity, swelled fake boobs or lesbianism or on and on and vilely on.
Those writings bearing truth (recognition of reality) eloquently concentrate upon and reflect what the majority of human beings have universally understood throughout time and understand still today: a civilization necessarily needs a greater number of its citizens to behave the best of themselves; needs its human beings to have restraint; and needs its enemies, indecency being but one, to be contained.
At about fifty years ago, this understanding began rapid transmogrification. There are books exhaustively detailing theories why, read them and get more confused and further from the blunt truth if you want. Here’s the short story.
It was the best, so far, of modern times; comforts and conveniences were affordable to more people than ever before. Time once spent doing daily (and tougher) tasks just to eat, travel and survive was freed up. Entreprenuerialship exploded; think about franchise businesses: especially fast food, grocery store chains, department stores. Things that were once time saving luxuries and amenities affordable only by the wealthy no longer were. Modernity beget materiality; dispassionate, sturdy peace-of-minds, content in knowing one already had all one really needed, were distracted and conflicted by new, unfamiliar and untried temptations over how much more there now was to get. Meaningful, useful -- or not. Sensationalism shoved aside substance; credibility and durability became the troublemakers no one wanted to hassle with anymore, incompetence and quick-fix were sassy and hip. Televisions became ubiquitous. Radio, around longer and everywhere too, was widening its own horizons and getting more creative and prominent. Time once largely spent in character building chores and experiences, silent self-contemplation and family inculcation was now spent processing and absorbing life-views and make-believe worlds -- escapism -- existent outside one’s own backyard.
Somewhere in this timeline, young people, developing their characters and life philosophies, used the freed-up time and freer adolescent indulgence that modern comfort and convenience (less serious concern, less responsibility) secured to subsidize an emboldened and indignant version of natural, youthful rebelliousness. Many decent, caring, hardworking parents, caught off guard, capitulated and figured “Ah, what the hell, I’ve worked hard to build a better life for my children, now that it’s here, if they want to have a little fun, be a little wild, raise a little hell, what harm is a little loosening up going to do?" Moreover, many of these same grown-ups strayed and traded traditions for short-term gratification, principles for possessions. Stand-up gave in to lying down. Shame took a walk; guilt smoked a cigarette. Wrongs. Big Wrongs.
Hard work ethic and merit building eroded into indolent “give-me, give me.” Before, there were no free meals, everybody had to earn their keep. Now there was a smorgasbord of freebies, and the louder your whine, the more cheese you got to go with it; the louder your scream, the more "kept" you could be. Once there were no free rides, now every bum got a ticket. Lazier and careless yet lacking the character-building attention that preoccupied-time of work and goal-setting would have supplied, youth found something else to get into: Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll. There was Hugh Hefner and Playboy and the public revelation that masturbation didn’t really make you blind. Private imaginations went public, rolled out in full-color ink onto a printed page with a perfectly placed crease. Public detestation and personal restraint weakened, it was only a matter of time before smuttiness became the bell of the ball. Stoned on LSD, tripping that they were one united sex organ in a intergalactic screw with themselves, Jimmy Hendrix, copulating with his guitar, took all the hippies higher and higher into one wild screeching orgasm -- or OD; for a stoner, either was heaven.
Then there was Vietnam. Reality didn’t sit well with the hallucinations of uninhibited dope use. Bozos really bummed -- this was a bad trip smoking more pot or a weekend of tie-dying underwear would not fix. War didn’t mix well with peace signs, promiscuous love and nonjudgmental unity. Their bong-foggy minds knew for sure that dope and sex could turn hate to love, make even enemies friends. And they’d beat the crap out of any decent, law-abiding American citizen, parent, sibling or neighbor who wouldn’t let them prove it.
Nothing from here was uphill.
Young, dopey unorganized rebels-without-a-cause turned into smart-alecky cynics who turned into a caustic anti-America voice who turned into a mob of vicious America haters who turned into anti-Western culture Marxists (who turned into today's lesions and John Kerry supporters) with one goal: destruction.
These buffoon-headed kids are, now, immature grown-ups. The baby boomers still crying babies. The misfits maddening our society. The loony intellectuals running the colleges and universities ruining simple concepts like decency -- and ”think” and “mind” and “truth” and “right” and “good”...and they are the creators and producers and editors and writers pumping indecency over every public airwave, turning it into a clogged sewer no plunger of any size may ever be able to fix. They are the enablers of decay and destruction. The destroyers of civilization -- deconstructed virtue by deconstructed virtue.
These indecent twerps do a lot of bragging. A lot of stroking of themselves about the power, they contend, their popularity gives them, and what kind of effect they can wield with that power just by giving the order. So full of themselves they are, filled up on anxiety drugs, hard-on pills and little canned weenies. Reality is, they are hoodlums confidently full of their own jumbled confusion. Because let's get clear about something here. Indecent people have no original power of their own. They've built up nothing all by their degenerate selves. No vice ever has. Vice, which is entirely destructive, cannot sustain itself. It is powerless unless it subsist parasitically on that which is constructive -- and that is only virtue. No vice contributes constructively to individual life or society as a whole -- none, ever. Vice always piggybacks on the power of virtue. Indecency is a vice that's done no different, its hoofs sharpened into hyperdermic horns dug into and sucking from decency's meaty, plentiful back.
Furthermore, when they talk about the power they now have (due to the sucking of decent blood they've long done) they confuse quantity with quality. Numbers don't make for conviction. Whereas, conviction paralyzes and bludgeons mass. Check with history if you need proof. The craven and cowardly cut and run when a fight takes more than mealy-mouthed attitude. They only show up when their presence isn't going to be accounted for, and, then, only in the daydream of their mind. Only in their fantasies do they have the guts -- and even that makes them queasy to cry out for mommy.
Indecent people don't have the kind of conviction like decent people do, making them willing to stand up and fight and even die for what they believe. Conviction is not what gave them power to begin with and it is not what powers them, now, after so many years of being ticks. Scarily, it is exactly their lack of conviction that continues to power them. This, of course, the figureheads for indecency cannot openly admit. They know they have no conviction, but they can't, to continue justifying their ill-cause, allow themselves to say the words. If they do, the phony credibility they rely on to keep the non-thinking sheep of their anarchist herd in line would be destroyed.
As illegitimate as they are, there is something decent people have to seriously consider and never underestimate. Even though indecent people never built beginning power on their own, have not the conviction decent people do, and have not the same reservoir of power widespread decency does, that they will not hesitate to use what power they do have unpredictably, unscrupulously, and even illegally makes up for a lot of the legitimate power they do not have. Chaos is their equalizer. Not playing by the rules or the laws, flipping and flopping, contradiction and hypocrisy make indecency a harder target to take out.
In my last post I introduced "Atlas Heterosexual,"and spoke about that it was time to shrug the tolerances of queerness that have been overly extended, and are, now, self-immolating. I think it's time to broaden our Atlas obligations.
Let me say this about what the wisdom of the World has us know. Sooner or later, people get what they deserve. Now, I'd like to be able to tell you that the “indecents” are very soon due theirs. (I'd like to even be able to tell you where and when the beating they so, so deserve is going to go down. We could all show up with our weapon of choice and just be done with it. Oh, how many of us would love to swing a heavy sword or calloused hand in that fight.) But -- I can’t tell you what I don't know, and as to my two sentence imaginary lapse, it's another one of those "serious or silly" conundrums you frequently find here at Warrior Web. Of course, out of context the enemy can make anything stick. I leave the riddle for you to figure out: "Do I really mean that beating people up stuff when he says it, or is he just putting on a work?" Besides, every good, law-abiding citizen knows only the anarchist can get away with breaking the law. Anarchists, mind you, that want no rule of law, but, once arrested, use their one phone call to call a lawyer.
What I can say is this. Decent people are getting theirs right now -- getting what they deserve. In exact measure. That "little loosening up" over fifty years ago that all seemed so harmless at the time had an insatiable appetite. And for years it's been eating each benefit-of-the-doubt after benefit-of-the-doubt decent people have extended, and it's now one fat hell-bent beast. Decent people created it by letting their intolerance-guard down too, too, many times.
Decency is all but dead and buried under a pile of condemnation for common sense, and decent people don't want to accept the fact that they shoveled on the manure -- tolerance by tolerance -- fertilizing its demise. Instead, they want to misbelieve there's a way to revive decency in this world through more compromise and more tolerance, instead of rolling up their sleeves, cracking their knuckles, flexing their forearms and digging down into the despicable rot and stink to retrieve it, there, where decent people, through neglect, banished it.
Decency and common sense go hand in hand. They depend on one another, back one another up. When one suffers the other will too. Indecency can't be confronted without its compatriot common sense. To make the world work, it's the way its always been; the way it's always been understood; the way it's been carried on throughout the generations.
Neither used to be open to debate. The reason was simple (simplicity itself being common sense). There was nothing more fundamental to discover, no reason to further discuss -- they were self-evident. Still are. They weren't taught so much as they were knocked up side your head reminding you, when you attempted to forget, that "you know them." When they are subject to debate, as they have been over the last 40-50 years, and as they are more feverishly now, they get lost in the barrage of tongue-ties. Like all things lost, our memory of their existence fades. Same thing with decency and common sense right now. Their straightforwardness has been for so long violated by the confusion of debate, more minds than not have lost the memory of their existence. Out of mind, out of society.
It's time us decent people recaptured some of our fighting strength. My quads are aching and my traps are swollen. It's time again for the Atlases of the World to shrug more undue tolerances. Don't forget to do the decent thing -- swat an indecent on his way down. Swat him hard enough to make him bleed.
