An Oxymoron

The advocates of gay marriage are bent on repealing the Law of Gravity. Obviously, they’re not stupid.  They realize that’s impossible, so this must be about something else.

I hate writing about this topic because it’s ridiculous, and because what these publicity hounds want is attention, but in the interest of defending Reality from Fantasy I’m compelled.  Obviously there is no such thing as a gay marriage any more than there can be a Catholic Muslim — it’s definitionally precluded, if words are to have any meaning.  Men don’t ‘marry’ men just like men don’t ‘marry’ animals.  They might have an immoral relationship with one, but that’s just inappropriate sexual behavior.  It’s also inappropriate for a married man to have an immoral relationship with another man’s wife, and so one might think that the advocates of gay marriage would champion that arrangement as well, declaring that adulterers should have permission to be married.  But they don’t, as far as I know.  Nor do they make any public statements in favor of including an animal in a relationship, at least not sexually.  The cynic in me says he know why.  Those positions are instant political losers which would poll under 0.1% in favor and permanently tar any advocate as a first-rank crank.

But if gay marriage, why not bestiality?  Why not adultery?  Why not polygamy?

The answer emerges fairly quickly when you get to know such folks.  It’s not that they want society to get off their backs about their particular choice of immoralities.  It not that Civil Union just won’t do, ’cause it’s not about filing joint tax returns and inheritances and medical proxies.

Such people swim in a different ocean than most of us.  They are descended culturally from a long lineage of Those Who Cast Off Restraint.  It’s not hard to find freethinkers all the way back through history who decided that morality shouldn’t exist.  I don’t mean who suppose we should have a right to be immoral, but that the very concept is misguided.  I mentioned earlier about words having meaning — it is another facet of this kind of person to very much want words not to have intrinsic meaning when it’s inconvenient to their preferences.

That’s basically what’s at the core of ‘gay marriage’.  Marriage is a word with an inconvenient meaning, pointing as it does to the self-evident fittingness of heterosexuality, with the concomitant intrinsic rebuke to their particular choice of immoralities, so the fastest route to neutralizing the threat is to redefine the rebuke out of existence.

It’s one of the larger signs of the cultural degeneracy of the past 50 years in America.  That such an argument is even entertained by educated minds is conclusive evidence of the presence in our culture of underlying premises unconnected to real life which are inculcated in the academy so consistently that they remain unchallenged even to the extent that jurists and politicians act against the Law of Gravity.

I got news for them.  That rocket’s got no fuel.  No clothes on that Emperor.  Everyone can stand around the launching pad for the next 100 years saying, “Whoosh!  Whoosh!,” and flinging their arms up but it’s not going to fly, because men don’t have a, well, and at that point one of the most notorious reasons for this whole debate having gotten this far emerges.  Polite people avoid using lewd language, so the vulgar descriptors which would expose this insanity at its root just don’t appear in print.

So it’s not about molesting Fido or inviting a neighbor or two into a permanent soiree.  It’s about whether “meaning” has any meaning, or whether it doesn’t.  For these people, it doesn’t.  They make it up as they go along.  If you doubt me, consider these guys, or these.

I have a personal theory as to why this is increasingly the case in the modern era.  All people everywhere in all earlier eras, as do those in the Third World today, had a kind of ongoing reality check in their lives because of having to work or starve, and frightening levels of infant and small child mortality, which kept people sorrowful and hence humble.  We are spared much of that in the West because of productivity and prosperity thousands of times higher than any other human culture has experienced in the history of the world.  It gives those who are inclined to mischief a huge opportunity to follow their depravities and blasphemies far longer, without the abrupt correction that occurs when the belly or the cradle is empty.

I Can’t Imagine This Isn’t Unique

Here’s one for you to rebut. I logged on to last.fm just to prove, well, nothing, and selected my favorite artists. Here’s the list, in no particular order:

Jim Cole (wasn’t in their database)
All Time Low
The Brecker Brothers
Franke and the Knockouts (wasn’t in their database)
The Undisputed Truth
Dixie Dregs

I challenge anyone to name another person on this planet who includes these same six among their favorites. If there is one, I’d like to meet them.

To get an idea how weird this is, try these.

Dregs:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rkNYcmxKNA

Cole:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qh_NwTtCxLc

ATL:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFB8sibwRL4&ob=av2n

BBs:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIGsSLCoIhM

Truth:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOYVpfCnt3I

FatK:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYTfkr2N_4Q

And throw these guys in, just for fun.

When Life Goes Wrong

A friend of mine is dying from a disease that is taking him out in a very visible way.  I don’t care that it’s painful for me to watch — it’s much more painful for him to suffer.  He’s not taking it well.  He’s in continual pain and uses some of those obnoxious analgesics that turn you into a vegetable so you’re not moaning and crying and wincing in pain constantly.

He’s not taking it well in the other way, either.  Bitterness over his life being cut short, being in such suffering and having been ripped off quite recently by a number of ‘friends’ has boiled over in his psyche and he dissolves into ugly rants.  I listen patiently and try to interject as little as I can while he rails against God and bastards who steal from him and Christians who are all hypocrites and cries and cries about the wrongness of it all.  Strangely, jokes seem to help.  He’s stuck.  He knows he’s going to suffer and die anyway.  But laughter is the best medicine, and despite my fears about offending or alienating he repeatedly seeks me out because I lend an ear that can be trusted not to take offense or be alienated.

He’s alone.  Wife #2 left him some time back for a guy in the office, his brother died of an overdose  a few years ago, his mother passed in Ohio recently and his only son is estranged.  And he’s left with this cancer and a hundred and ten year old dog, a Chihuahua, who’s also departing soon.  The coward in me wants to have nothing to do with this.  I’m not some nobleman who valiantly remains in the fight for the larger principle of it or the promise of the merciful being shown mercy.  I can’t escape duty.  That’s the way I was raised.  And so I’m going to love and serve quietly to the end.

A Thought on Genius

An interesting model-illustration of human cognition occurred to me this morning.  Imagine a sphere.  At the center a nuclear reaction is occurring.  This represents the whole of the ‘processing power’ of the human mind.  In unusually brilliant individuals, like my daughter Emma, the reaction is hotter, brighter, but in ordinary minds it is nevertheless hot.

I notice that Emma’s world appears chaotic at a glance, with projects in various stages of completion and books and the flotsam of life strewn everywhere.  A closer look reveals startlingly high levels of organization amid the chaos.  Now, look at that sphere again.  The surface of the sphere is the cognitive interaction of the individual with the external world.  Areas on the surface, picture continents and islands, are the various disciplines and relationships of the individual.  Exemplii Gratis, one of the ‘Hawaiian Islands’ is her ability to solve Rubik’s Cube.  Australia is her relationship with her friend Jasmine.  Etc.  But now also picture a wedge of rays emanting from the center, the reactor core, to the surface, illustrating the allocation of resources (‘processing power’) from the total capability of the mind that is applied to this particular aspect of cognitive experience.  In a normal individual, there is a capability to apply the mind to that part of the surface in such a way that the individual appears normal — people come away from them feeling as if they’ve met a real person, or the Cube gets solved.

Now consider another scenario.  The idiot savant does not exhibit this appearance of normality in many types of interactions, but is instead very strange.  Even (perhaps especially) their savant characteristic is strange.  But what if the path through their sphere from the surface to the center is non-homogenous?  That not all paths are equally traversible, or there are latencies in the channel, or … you can see the network transmission analogy arising, but that is not my intent.

What if the path to the core is frighteningly optimized for the peculiar gift of the savant, but it’s not really a gift — it’s just the application of the entire energy of the core to the one thought to the exclusion of the others arising at the surface because the neural pathway of whole-person-ness from the remainder of the surface is so suboptimal?

Just a thought.  Almost certainly thought before.  Probably the subject of a dozen research papers exploring it in a hundred times more depth.  But fun.

I was actually trying to reason through how the chaos can arise on certain areas of Emma’s cognitive surface and yet so much of it function at such a high level, and seized on the sphere analogy simply as a visualizable.  Then the ‘path to the center’ observation arose naturally and with it the application of that central heat source to the interaction occurring at the surface.

Quick Note on the Hiatus

Blaagh went off the air for a month because Network Solutions lost the WordPress MySQL database.  It just vanished one day in late June.  I called them to restore it from backup only to discover there was none.  They could restore the filesystem, but not the database unless I’d selected to back it up automatically.  I hadn’t.  (I have now.)  So, it was gone.  The whole blog.  Permanently lost.

Well, who knows what God has in mind in the plan (we have the mind of Christ, but not foreknowledge per se) and out of the blue on July 28th, the database reappeared.  Fully linked.  Passwords intact.  As if nothing had ever happened.  This over a month after it was gone for good.

Needless to say, I immediately backup up the whole site, files and database, so there wouldn’t be a repeat of this imbroglio, and the happy result is, as you see, the site is restored.  Thanks, Lord.  I appreciate that.

Name Someone of Homosexual Descent, Please

Here’s a curious piece from the archives (2006-07-15) which as cogently as I’ve ever done lays out the case for the absurdity of the underlying premise put forth by those who prefer perverse sex (and their fellow-traveler pseudoscientists) that perversity is genetic.  Like many diabolic attempts at reality-inversion, this one has just enough of a tenuous connection to the truth to cause the unwary to pause and consider the possibility of it being true, thus in some measure winning the battle in the Era of SoundBites.  The tenuous connection, of course, is that total depravity is indeed inherited — just not the way they think.

My comments on an article by Chuck Edwards on homosexuality posted at WorldviewWeekend.com

Well done article, Chuck.

A minor typo: “…no matter how much it may be distained, degraded…” – the word is, of course, disdained.

I particularly liked two or three points you made that don’t ordinarily get into the debate.

You did a superb job of dismissing tolerance as a justification for destroying society – both sides find the other’s position intolerable, so without the moral high ground, that’s a stalemate. The matter to be determined, then, is “Who has the high ground?”

Toward that end, I’ve always appealed, as you do here, to the argument from reality. Boys and girls pair off nicely, and no other combination works. It’s so obvious it’s almost silly.

As you point out, rights inhere in people, and one specific rebuttal to the pro-sin position that should frequently be made is it’s not a civil rights issue. You refer to this tangentially, and very effectively, with the reductio ad absurdum illustrated by incest, and your characterizing it as preference makes clear that when, for example, the comparison is attempted to the civil rights movement, it should be immediately countered that unlike being of, say, African descent, no one is of homosexual descent. Think about that – especially when the argument turns to some presumed hereditary basis for the preference.

Finally, in footnote [1] you conclude that hermaphrodicity is not fatal to your argument, which is true. But rather than simply state that, it may be helpful to point out that such abnormalities actually bolster your case in that it is apparant that they are a mistake – odd, dysfunctional, clearly wrong and in need of correction, not, as the queers might have it, a vindication of their premise that their choice is also reflected in nature.

For Once

For once I find myself in agreement with Barack Obama.  There is no need to release the bin Laden corpse photos.  I don’t know whether I would agree with the arguments that compelled him to this decision, but it was the right one.

The issue is simple.  As Fouad Adjami put in on Bill Bennett’s Morning in America today, for those who believe, no further proof is necessary.  For those who don’t, no further proof is sufficient.

So it comes down to the conspiracy theorists for whom no evidence is compelling, and there is therefore no point in providing it, and those who allow that at some level the federal apparatus isn’t completely dysfunctional and can provide us with reliable information attested to by numerous groups and dozens of unrelated individuals within it.

And in the Era of Photoshop, there’s honestly no point in “photographic” evidence any more.  The moon landing never took place.  The Twin Towers are still there.  Alien craft visit regularly.  It’s all a giant conspiracy, you see.

Which is very unfortunate and disheartening, because there is, in fact, a spirit which is actually engaged in a conspiracy against Christ’s Body, and to the extent that the wacko noise infects and poisons the public discourse the real attacks against our culture, society, families, churches and leaders are masked.

I’m Loosing It

Someone, somewhere, probably in the Third, at some point taught/published/used and confused the terms “lose” (for those of you taken captive by this madness, pronounced [looz]) and “loose” ([loos]).  It is emerging as the most common English orthography mistake of all time, eclipsing even the notoriously misunderstood “affect” and “effect”.

For those who aren’t sure, ‘lose’ means to have something go missing, be lost, or metaphorically, to be deprived of, as in ‘lose control’.  I lose my keys when I misplace them.

 ’Loose’ means to untie, to let go free, metaphorically to be unrestrained as in ‘loose morals’.  A bolt that isn’t properly tightened is loose.

A More Extended Thought from the Transition

I got a Greek New Testament from Mike Freed of Philadelphia as he was departing from Lenox in 1985, just as Paula and I were arriving to live at 9 Cliff Ave in Pittsfield.  We found Cliff Ave by calling off an ad in the Irk-shire Beagle and by sheer coincidence (aka Divine Appointment) it turned out to be owned by Pastor Stevens’ secretary, whose name escapes me.  Someone who knows it (there are several of you from whom I heard it in this connection) can post it in a comment.  Mike left an easy chair with us when he moved, and when I brought it to Cliff Ave and set it up I found three books in the side pockets.  One was this Aland et al GNT with plastic covers, not as nice as my copy with a fiber cover, but more durable.  Another was a copy of the Qu’ran.  The third was Pastor’s Bible Speaks from The Throne devotional, the really nice bound one with 373 (numbered) pages from the early 80′s — it’s undated, typically, but carefully noted with the type of paper and cover used.  I’m pretty sure it’s Mike Plunkett’s Mom’s copy, because it’s got “J Plunkett” written in pencil on the flyleaf.

After a fashion I began to use the GNT at services, to brush up my Greek reading speed and find out what Pr. S was talking about when he referenced the original words.  His pronunciation was sometimes Maine-ized to the point I wasn’t precisely sure which root it contained, and since without that the meaning was indiscernable I needed to see them to “translate” them.  “Exa-Lee-Fine” = εξαλειφω, “Beemer” = βημα, etc.  It surprised me to hear him speaking in Baltimore toward the end having rid himself of much of that colloquial style in the service of communicating more effectively.  His intent was that people should hear the Gospel.  He was determined to accomplish that.  If something, even a lifelong habit of speech learned from him Mother inhibited that, he was going to exercise, if necessary, herculean effort to change it.  It was very impressive to those of us who’d known him for a while, a sort of capstone to the many impressive accomplishments by the man.

In the course of using that Bible, I made notes in the leaves and on the pages, and I finally got around to transcribing some of those notes while waiting for the Wednesday evening prayer to begin at Starkey Road Baptist.  If this sounds trivial, consider — when I wrote those notes, before my Lasik surgery, I had a built-in 4-power magnifier just by removing my spectacles, so I would write infinitesimally with a 0.5mm pencil in order to maximize the amount of notetaking possible in the limited space available.  After Lasik, I have to resort to wearing 3.25 Readers and using the objective from an old Revere (slide?) projector that gave up the ghost in the 60′s to see the fine print.  On top of that, use of the book over the last 24 years smudged the carefully pencilled characters into a mass of sharply-defined but miniscule words interspersed by hazy blotches of sometimes indistinct, sometimes obliterated  entries.  If you’ve ever done this sort of restoration, you know how it’s necessary to revert back and forth between looking at the passage to recapture context and examining the individual characters to see what it might be.  Back and forth.

I store that Revere objective in a 4×3″ zipclose bag to keep the lenses clean.  Somehow that reminds me of how motor oil used to be sold in cans with metal lids that had to be pierced with a tool to open them.  Remember that?  I’ll leave it to you to discover what possible cognitive connection there could be betwixt those two that triggered that association.

But the point of all this introduction is to present those notes, for in them lies the value.  Many of them were made during and just after the transition from Lenox to Baltimore.  Bracketed means there is some doubt.  Herewith:

16 Mar 87 Rap

Categorical Doctrine – 55 MPH; Governmental Doctrine – patrol car 100 yards ahead in the other lane; Heb 4:13, Ps 139; categorical – what we know; governmental – who we know – living in the presence of God vs. experiencing the presence of God.

4/2/89  Commitment to GGWO made

26 Apr [87] [Schermerhorn] Dr. Stevens  Three Things at the Crossroads of Christianity at the End of the Last Days

1)  1 Pet 4:17  Judgement beginning at the House of God

2)  Remnant, not chastized, but persecuted [1 Pet] 1:6,7,8 promoted

3)  A passive group that doesn’t withstand; admire the Bible, but live in the Valley of Decision

4)  Happening in America  Heb 12:26  Earth and Heaven shaken, the [   ] unable to be shaken remain – this passage is in a measure now being fulfilled.

Some things that cannot be shaken

The peace of God  Is 26:3  not Jam 1:8  not Jer 45:5  Phil 4:6-7  Math 18:3

But – fallow ground must be disturbed

Hos 10:12  Heb 4:12  not ΓΑΛ 5:13

1 Cor 15:58  1 Tim 2:3 συγκακοπαθησον

It’s time for the Lord to work for they have made void his precious Word    healing forever

None of the world’s things can hinder the things that cannot be shaken.  Don’t be saved by fire.

A paralyzing attitude will creep into the church – men will make decisions to please themselves

Be a man who can be found faithful  Ps 108:[8]  Phil 1:6

Satan backs off.

Κορ Α 6:13  The Lord is [   ] the human body…  and he wants it [     ].  Inside that body is the Holy Spirit.

9 Oct 8[8]  Sun Eve Serv  Dr. Stevens  Towson High School

The Call – this would be a great message to answer Mary Anne’s arguments and fears.

Ps 90:12

 6 May 87

1)  Civic Law  1 Pet 2:13

2)  Moral Law  Ex 20:13-17

3)  Perfect Law of Love  ΙΑ 1:11

Successful Marriage

1)  Communion with Christ

2)  Everything Else (Communication, etc.)

Diabolical Deterrance – The Devil makes certain missionfields (like the Flaghouse) so daunting that most are deterred from ministering there.

P. Loftus  Sun Eve Intro  10 Feb 89  Hilton

Let’s do it God’s way  2 Sam 6:6

I See a Dawning

This world is a dark place, but…

A Light is shining

That’s as far as I’ve gotten.  There is more.

My answer to an article on War In Context

 

On 2010-08-22, I responded to an article at warincontext.org titled The new anti-Semitism to which I posted this comment:

Hmm.  So I take it you don’t consider the ground on which nearly 3,000 innocent people were crushed to irretreivable fragments by 10 Islamic jihadists hallowed.
Hmm.
What ground, one wonders, would you consider “hallowed,” if any?

And how surprising that the “tropes do not always line up.”  In fact, they never line up, as the writer concedes.  The whole thing is a straw man, because if we can’t defend Islam on factual grounds, we’ll just make something up.

But the most hilarious of all the bloviations masquerading as analysis is the delightful term “Islamophbic.[sic]”
I am fearful of Islam in the same way I’m fearful of kids popping bubblewrap.  Considering though the, uh, shall we say, less than encouraging record of Peaceful Behavior by Muslims as indicated for example in Barb’s post above, wouldn’t one suppose it prudent to have a certain attentiveness to the predisposition to violent behavior from avowedly religious motivation arising in that quarter?
Or should we just be as dumb as a brick regarding Islam, like George W. Bush, and happily proclaim it hijacked by a “tiny minority of extremists” and go celebrate diversity?  A tiny minority numbering at least 100,000,000 people worldwide, according to reliable polling.
The only islamophobia I’ve ever felt was when I was leaving the mosque after the Ramadan dinner (I was present by invitation), whereupon I realized that my host had fulfilled his Quranic responsibility to present the faith and invite me to join, and my rejection meant that I was now fair game for violent jihad.  Silly, I know, but then, ya know, there’s that pesky invite by Osama in 1998 that in his mind the US rejected and made us, oh well, guess we’ll have to teach the kuffar a thing or two about The Prophet, fair game for 9/11.
You know, that mundane, unremarkable place where all those broken-to-bits bodies are.

Barb’s post referred to in this piece is actually a repost of an article here.