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Criticism is welcome to me. Criticism is the honing stone upon which I am sharpened.
In reading the gospels we are reading something that somebody said to yet somebody else a very long time ago. As quoted in the bible, when Jesus spoke, logically and semantically, he was speaking to the person(s) standing immediately before him. But, if we take it personally, if we take it to heart, he is speaking directly to us (the readers), so that, when he said:
“…Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.”
(Matt. 5:48 KJV)
He was in fact speaking directly to us or, especially, to me – today.
In order to comprehend this, one must first accept certain premises:
1) One definition of father is as the originator, e.g., “George Washington was the father of our country.”
2) God is the Father/Creator of the whole universe, and you, as part of that creation, are thus, his child.
3) You accept Christ as your lord and you become subject to him, (i.e., as one knight accepts another as his overlord), his words become his will and thus a commandment directly to you.
Under these premises, when I read “ye” in the above quotation he is speaking directly to me.
On the other hand, whenever you read “ye” he is speaking directly to you.
Humanity seeks perfection but does it the hard way, pointing critical, accusing fingers at each other, instead of putting forth the effort of perfecting themselves. He did not say: “Make them perfect.” But, rather: “Be ye therefore perfect.”
I’ve given up on trying to make others perfect. It’s just not working. And this begs the question:
Is it even possible for someone to be perfect? And in what way?
I can’t straighten my crooked leg. There is no corrective measure for my lifelong amblyopia. Diet and exercise are hopeless against the ravages of old age. What can I perfect? What about me is perfectible?
Nothing, really, but I hit upon the idea that he meant logic and reason and the taming of the tongue – what pours forth from your mouth must be closely monitored; perfect in all cases. And what of the mind, purged of all sin, all hatred, and selfish motivation? Morally, as the Law is written, I stand condemned; and yet I still continue to strive for perfection. Why? Because God is my judge, and He being perfect, the closer I come to perfection the closer I come to Him. I gain assurance against that condemnation.
I invite you, as a friend, to criticize me:
criticize my spelling, my grammar, and my punctuation; but especially, my reasoning, that I make no error in the eyes of The Almighty.
In this life, on this plain of existence, perfection and it’s attendant assurance of God’s Love is the closest thing to happiness a man can find. So help me in my quest for my own perfection.
Your criticism is more than welcome here.
A souvenir fired clay figurine replicating a statuette found at Nayarit, Mexico, the Free and Sovereign State of Nayarit (Spanish: Estado Libre y Soberano de Nayarit), situated on the Pacific coast north of Puerto Vallarta, west northwest of Mexico City; it is pre-Columbian and dated some time prior to the rise of the Aztec Empire.
PORTRAIT OF DEPRESSION/ANXIETY Nayarit, Mexico-c. 400-800 A.D. (front) and
PORTRAIT OF ANXIETY/DEPRESSION Nayarit, Mexico-c. 400-800 A.D. (rear)
This souvenir statuary replica illustrates the Cause and Effect relationship of Anxiety to Depression. Chronic anxiety is the proximate cause of depression but depression can also aggravate anxiety. Notice the text on the back.
A Rummage Sale find, this intriguing souvenir replica of an archaeological discovery is so ambiguous in its depiction of human emotion that whosoever it was that mass-produced replicas of it for sale to tourists couldn’t seem to make up their mind as to exactly what state-of-mind it represented to the extent that the title text on the base is reversed on the back, viz:
PORTRAIT OF DEPRESSION/ANXIETY
PORTRAIT OF ANXIETY/DEPRESSION
It’s all in your head – literally
The brain is subject to a full range or spectrum of emotional states as regulated chemically in response to both external and internal stimuli. Ambiguous descriptors, words that label parts and conditions, tend to compartmentalize where no compartmentalization exists. In other words, your brain can be described as being awash in a chemical soup, the ingredients of which are in a constant state of flux (the ingredients keep changing moment to moment) and all mental states, including depression and anxiety, are interactive and part of the whole. A chemical imbalance can put you at one end of the emotional spectrum or the other, or somewhere in between.
A wide variety of inexact and inadequate similitudes are used to describe brain function. It may be likened to an electrical circuit with wires and switches; an electronic device with resistors, transistors, insulators and condensers; a computer perhaps; a magnetic tape recorder or a light-sensitive photographic plate.
Is the rabbit anxious for the fox? Is the dove anxious for the hawk?
Anxiety and Depression are the opposite sides of the same coin. Your senses, all five of them, are a defensive system to protect your survival. They never sleep. Your heart never sleeps. Your lungs never sleep. While your muscles may relax, they do not sleep. This all falls under the autonomic nervous system. Only the higher functioning parts of your brain requires sleep. On any given day we cycle through basal anxiety (normal alertness) to fatigue. Like a wet-cell battery, the brain needs a period of inactivity to chemically recharge. Subject to a period of high anxiety we fall into a deeper period of depression (mental fatigue).
Anxiety and Depression are not two separate diseases. Anxiety causes Depression. To treat one pharmacologically without treating the other aggravates the other, and ultimately, aggravates both, i.e. ‘downers’ for anxiety and ‘uppers’ for depression.
One must consider what is normal and what is functional. Wouldn’t it be great to be free of all anxiety and free of depression? For that to happen you’d have to be dead – or at least unconscious. Anxiety causes depression and high anxiety causes deeper depression. Anxiety uses up your allotment of psychic energy and you are left with a dead battery in need of recharging.
Taking a more cosmopolitan view; everyone is subject to bouts of anxiety and bouts of depression. That is life. As one psychiatrist put it: you may be suffering from ‘situational depression’. In other words: If I were in your situation I would be anxious and depressed too.
The pharmacological treatment for anxiety or depression as separate diseases is based on a false premise: The Happiness Theory. The assumption that,
“. . . somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.”
Welcome to Mudville
We take Happy Pills for anxiety. We take Happy Pills for depression. But these Happy Pills do not resolve the situational cause of our anxiety/depression. They only serve to artificially mask or more likely, aggravate the condition. If you are not currently on Happy Pills I recommend you decline the offer. But if you already are on them and want to get off them; I warn you not to go ‘Cold Turkey’ in withdrawal, as that is dangerous and sometimes deadly. Treating anxiety as a discrete disease only serves to dull the senses and anti-depressants heighten your stress levels and aggravates your anxiety – deepening the resultant rebound depression. It’s all the same disease.
While there may be those few who suffer from true clinical depression – a neurological chemical imbalance of the brain; most who seek or are offered these miraculous medications are suffering from a social disease. In other words: there is nothing wrong with their brains.
We live in an artificial pressure cooker, a slave economy. The constant, relentless, terror of poverty, hunger, unemployment, and homelessness, heightens our anxiety levels beyond our underlying existential angst. We live in fear bordering on hysteria; and that unremitting fear makes us both hostile and fierce.
Slavery and its concomitant poverty, even in and especially in the midst of a glass and steel civilization; walking in the midst of other’s perceived wealth and luxury, causes grievous anxiety and depression. Rather than eliminating slavery – treat their ills with pills. There are scientists today trying to develop Courage Pills for our sacrificial soldiery.
There is no cure for the ups and downs of life. Happy Pills can’t fix the economy. Happy Pills can’t alleviate your current situation; they can only alter your perception of it. That is life.
It seems almost a curse to raise a glass in a toast to wish you health, wealth, and happiness. The pursuit of one precludes and negates the other two. The ardent pursuit of health will cost you some wealth and some happiness. The pursuit of wealth will cost you some health and some happiness. The pursuit of happiness, of course, will cost you both health and wealth.
You can’t have it all. Life is a temporary inconvenience and a huge misunderstanding. The best we can hope for then, is a timely bit of each; and wish one another contentment with such as we have, or are given.
I wish you contentment.
Subject as I am to frequent bouts of rhinitis, I sought out the aid of a specialist. I made an appointment with an otolarygologist (don’t ask me to pronounce it – or even spell it). An ear, nose and throat specialist. He ordered a CT or CAT scan (Computer Aided Tomography) of my facial area. It’s basically an X-ray. He was showing me the resultant X-ray image and explaining my condition and making recommendations when he misspoke. He said most people have three sets of nasal turbinates, but above those, I had the beginnings of a fourth set; further narrowing my nasal passages. Pointing to the image with a pen, he said: “You have superior turbinates.” I replied:
“Wow. I can hardly wait to tell my son.” ― At which the doctor burst out laughing.
Bragging Rights aside; the doctor had indeed misspoken. The term ‘superior’ in this context is merely positional: inferior meaning ‘below’; medial meaning ‘in the middle’ and superior simply meaning ‘above’. The proper nomenclature for a fourth set of turbinates situated above the superior turbinates are the ‘supreme’ turbinates.
If you have nothing else to boast of, tell ’em you’ve got ‘superior turbinates’. Most people have them, (but they don’t know that).
I decided to forgo any of his recommendations of surgery or cauterization and just learn to live with what I had. I just have to make peace with mucus. For so many years I’ve struggled with frequent bouts of rhinitis ― the burning pain and endless itching, the unpredictable and embarrassing messiness of running snot. It ruins my day and darkens my mood; makes me angry, frustrated and emotionally volatile. But it shouldn’t.
I wish someone had explained to me as a child the actual purpose and function of mucus. Perhaps I would have had a much better attitude and outlook about it. In rearing children I think it important they be taught in detail the form and normal function of their bodies.
What are Boogers?
Boogers are all manner of inhaled aerosol (air borne) pollutants that were captured and held in suspension in sticky or dried mucus. Please. Take the time to tell your kids not to eat them.
Your body is comprised primarily of fluids of various viscosities. Mucus is vital to your very existence. It lines your stomach and your entire ailimentary canal. It lines your lungs and nasal passages. It is a vital part of your immune system.
I was never comfortable with the term ‘cold’ or ‘the common cold’ as a descriptive diagnosis. While moving from warm air to cold air or cold air back to warm again may cause nasal irritation owing to the sudden contraction or expansion of capillaries; it is not the cold air per se that gives you a ‘cold’. It is the sudden transition from one to the other that triggers an erotic immunological histamine response. Often, nose drippings are just condensation from the moist CO₂ you exhale. Extremely cold air can damage living tissue, and thus the air that you breathe must be warmed first before entering your body. While doctors may offer a long list of suspects; viruses or other microbes that trigger a ‘cold’, it is an immunological response of the body to protect against invasive substances: e.g. bacteria, viruses, dust, mold, pollen, etc.. And that includes plain old cold air. It is a defense mechanism, something you really shouldn’t want to fix. You don’t want to impede his activities or cramp his style with specious pharmaceuticals.
Watery eyes? Warm tears to protect your eyes from freezing. Stuffy, runny nose? That’s our friend mucus at work. Mucus is a major guardian of our health.
While Mucus is too often sloppy and shows up at the most inopportune moments; he’s still our very good friend. Take time to explain that to your children. Help them to understand the functioning of their own bodies and make peace with our friend Mucus; he’ll be hanging around for a lifetime.
Ignorance is unnecessary suffering.
It would be a real pip if I were actually elected President of the United States of America. I’m not delusional, however. I thought my campaign for the presidency requires a slogan of some kind to stick in the heads of the electorate. Political slogans are generally meaningless and, examined closely, are altogether hollow.
The Reader (that would be you) has been found guilty of voting for people you’ve never met in the flesh. You have been found guilty of voting for a photograph on a postcard. You have been found guilty of voting for meaningless slogans, like:
“I’ll fight for your family.”
You have not done your homework. You, The Reader, have been found guilty of letting your emotions and personal prejudices guide your vote.
Democratic elections serve only one purpose: to overthrow the government without bloodshed. This republic’s founders saw the danger of direct democracy, so they developed what they thought was the best way to address that danger. What is that danger? Everyone, without exception, is born a stupid child. No matter how precious you may find them; children are a danger, even to themselves. Too often, stupid children remain stupid to the age of majority and well past voting age. We are stuck with a stupid majority. Career politicians become ‘Politically Correct’ and cater to the stupid, and thus, because the just want to hold on to their ‘job’, beome stupid thenselves. They rely on ‘common sense‘ politics. But common sense is not ‘good sense’. In the Middle Ages it was just ‘common sense’ to burn witches.
As a candidate for President, I do not propose to overthrow the whole of it. That would be “throwing out the baby with the bath water.” But throughout human history, civilizations have ruled by terror and human sacrifice. Minute by minute, there are homicides and suicides in this country. This needs to end.
Career politicians have so corrupted and rigged the electoral system that there is no way to oust them without bloodshed. And that bloodshed is on the heads and hands of your children. History does not repeat itself; ignorance does.
My slogan would make a nice bumper sticker or lawn sign. I hold no illusions – but pity the children. America – I am sore disappointed in you.
In the days preceeding my separation from active duty in the US Army I was assigned to HQ Company for billeting. Scuttlebutt had it that one of the guys was busted on his very last day and on the way off base trying to smuggle out ten stolen M-16 Auto Rifles. As the story went he (would get, or got) one year in prison for each of the rifles he stole.
Stupid people do stupid things and huffing (inhalant abuse) is just another one of those stupid things. Be it glue or gasoline or any number of other volatile man-made chemicals, they are all intoxicants; the root word being ‘toxin’ or poison. To be intoxicated means to be mildly poisoned, sometimes even to the point of over-dose (OD) and thus, to be fatally poisoned.
I was perhaps one day and a wake-up away from going home myself. I was sound asleep when I was shaken awake by an Army Major in fatigues who flashed an ID badge in my face showing the acronym CID – or Criminal Investigation Division.
He asked a single question: “Did you know (so-and-so)?”
Bleary eyed and groggy I responded:
“You mean that guy who OD’d on PAM?“
He stuck his neuralyzer finger in my face and, in a gruff and highly suggestive command voice, said:
“That NEVER happened!”
and strode quickly away.
It looked like an ordinary finger at the time.
It is only rarely that one might pinpoint the first conception of an idea; or the time, place and authorship of first coinage of a new word. Genocide is one such exception. We know who first coined it and when. But while the word itself is relatively new, the practice of genocide is, in fact, pre-historic. Witness the several descriptions of genocide found in the bible. Genocide was perpetrated both on and by the Hebrews. This goes a long way to explain why Jews are so sensitive; if not to say, paranoic, about genocide. It is guilt by association – there it is in black and white, in their own scriptures, for all the world to see.
Genocide as described in the bible is the killing of all the males of a particular tribe and the capture and enslavement of the remaining females. All of the males “that pisseth against the wall”; the male toddlers and the newborn are all slain.
As predators, Homo sapiens are territorial in nature, but simply driving off another tribe from a given land area leaves open the possibility, if not to say, the probability, that they may regroup and return, seeking revenge and the reclamation of their land. Genocide precludes that possibility.
Consider Conan the Barbarian; the 1982 film starring Arnold Schwarzenegger and James Earl Jones. In it, Conan, as a young boy, is both eyewitness and sole survivor of his parents slaughter and the complete genocide of his tribe. He grows to manhood and ultimately gains his revenge on the perpetrator.
In order to successfully prosecute genocide one must eradicate every last male; even unto the youngest male child. Why only the males? Why not the females as well? As devious, and spiteful and violent as women can sometimes be; as miserable as they naturally are; they are, after all, the physically weaker sex and hypergamous – meaning they just want to be on the side that’s winning. Beyond that, you may have a patriarchal culture wherein inheritence (ownership of the land, etc.) is passed from father to son; male to male; so that genocide consists entirely of completely cutting off the male lineage.
Overt genocide and attempted genocide is being perpetrated to this very day in several parts of the world, mainly against small indigenous tribes in Africa, Asia and South America, etc.. The history of the world is about tribes and coalitions of tribes at war, pushing and shoving each other across the face of the earth.
The feasability of genocide was present both in ancient times (and modern times as well) due to the relatively small size of the individual tribes under attack. In World War II Europe, a successful and complete genocide of Jews wasn’t even feasible due to the diaspora. It wasn’t feasible back then, and it surely isn’t feasible now.
In the Western World, the United States especially, the media is making genocidal war on all things masculine. From patriarchal families, traditional marriage, celebate priesthood, the Boy Scouts; and anything that bears the slightest whiff of manliness. It is not just the Feminist Cult that wants to castrate all the men. It is the global hereditary estates seeking to destroy American manhood. Transsexualism is a deliberate misnomer. It is castration and nothing more.
In the United States the ratio of homelessness is 100:1. For every homeless woman there are 100 homeless men. Suicides are mainly white men. Homicides are mainly black men.
Is Affirmative Action for women or against men? Is joblessness and poverty the chief cause of homicides and suicides among men? Why bother killing them when you can enduce them to just kill themselves?
What good is it to have a grand estate if you have no slaves to work it? Can you lift both ends of a log by yourself? If this were a free country all men would be free.
As I fancy myself a candidate for President of the United States of America; I say quite plainly: I see a slow-rolling genocide being executed by the media just to maintain the socio-economic pyramid of long-standing.
gen-o-cide (jenʹə-sīd) n. The systematic extermination of racial and national groups: term first used in indictment of German war criminals after World War II. [<Gk. genos race, tribe + -CIDE; coined by Raphael Lemkin, 1944.]
Funk & Wagnalls Standard Dictionary of The English Language, 1968, Funk & Wagnalls Company, N.Y., p.527
“Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, . . . . “ — ROBERT W. SERVICE
A Promise Made is a Debt Unpaid; and that you’ve known since childhood.
The Promise of Abram/Abraham: Genesis 17
430 years in bondage.
Pharaoh commands all male Hebrew babies to be cast into the river. Baby Moses is hidden 3 months. Unwilling to give him up, his mother floats him down the river in an ark or basket. Pharaoh’s daughter retrieves and adopts him.
Aware of his lineage he sympathises with the Hebrews plight. He kills an Egyptian and flees the country.
Who made the promise, and to whom was it made?
If Pharaoh ordered a genocide of all infant Hebrew males, why would he tolerate the baby Moses being allowed to grow to manhood in his very own house and right under his nose? It’s more likely that Moses wasn’t a Hebrew at all. Instead, he was the bastard child of a minor princess, which, historically often happened, given the brutal and immoral nature of man. If, indeed, Moses wrote the Torah or even parts of it; It was because he was educated in the house of Pharaoh. After 430 years and many generations in bondage it is highly unlikely that the Hebrews were educated at all. Moses, a bastard, was not in line to inherit the pharaonic throne; but educated (to rule) and ambitious; frustrated by his lack of an inheritence, he decides to start a nation of his own. Call it speculation, but this is entirely in keeping with the boundless human ego.
All civilizations that have ever been were ruled by terror and based upon slavery. The story of Moses may well be defined as the Mosaic Cult. When the socio-economic pyramid becomes too overwhelmingly oppressive cults of all kinds begin to form. A cult is a tumorous outgrowth or spin-off of the overarching civilization.
The Slave Master knows where his slaves came from and how they got there. Either Moses was a real person or he was not. Either Moses was a Hebrew or he was not. At any rate, either he breathed new life into a promise (The Abramic Promise) that had already been broken so long ago to prod his followers, or he bought into it himself. I believe the latter, as he was stricken with age before he realized he would never see The Promised Land. How could he? The Promised Land is a biblical trope incompatible with reality. The brevity of life and the certainty of death breaks any such promise.
Even in their heyday the Israelites/Judeans never reached the perimeter of the so-called Promised Land as described in the scriptures.
Again: who made the promise and to whom was it made? 5500 years ago an anonymous Hebrew scribe wrote a bogus check in their parochial God’s Holy Name and the Jews have been trying to cash it ever since. The world won’t cash it. Reality won’t cash it. If it was indeed God Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth, one would think he would have kept the Promise long before now – and without armed, genocidal intervention by puny men.
Martin Luther King Jr. claims to have seen The Promised Land from his lookout on the Mountain Top. Really? What did it look like? I’ll wager it looked like Heaven On Earth.
Let us suppose that you came in to what you believed (what you believed) was the Promised Land. What next? You would immediately commense building Heaven On Earth; or whatever it is you think Heaven On Earth should look like. Very well. You’ve discovered The Promised Land and built your own personal Heaven On Earth. What next? Good Fortune has smiled upon you thus far and so, to make Life perfect; you add the capstone of all your endevors – all you desire. You plant yourself a vineyard. Now, you can just sit back, relax, and; with a cup of wine in hand; enjoy the setting sun.
Of course, after all the toil and trouble of finding The Promised Land; and building Heaven On Earth; and planting that fruitful vineyard, you find yourself stricken with age. You’re far too old to dress the vines, harvest the yield, and press the grapes for yourself.
You, in order to do all these wonderful things, must needs have slaves, servants or at lest hirelings. This is not their Heaven On Earth – it is YOUR Heaven On Earth.
Then along comes Death, the Grim Reaper, Reality or God Almighty – take your pick; and grabs you by the scruff of the neck and says: “It’s time for you to leave.” Like the biblical Promised Land – Heaven On Earth, incompatable with Reality, is also a trope.
What’s left behind in (what you believed) was The Promised Land? A vineyard neglected and overgrown. Heaven On Earth crumbling back to the dust from whence it was built. Do you still seek The Promised Land? Do you still dream of building Heaven On Earth? Do you still wish for a vineyard?
A Promise Made is a Debt Unpaid; and that you’ve known since childhood.
I recall reading an article decades ago listing the relative stressfulness of various occupations. It was said that the least stressful job was that of an actuary. An actuary is a business professional who deals with the measurement and management of risk and uncertainty. The name of the corresponding field is actuarial science. An actuary deals on a daily basis with the mortality rate. For example: the probability of dying of cancer or a motorcycle accident. An actuary has incoming data at his fingertips and does not speculate. An actuary best knows the odds, the probability, of something bad happening. It is, therefore, the least hysterical occupation. Humanity is in the grip of hysterical speculation (their own ignorance) and a mass media that thrives on sensationalism. Between Politics and Pandemic everyone is losing their minds. What am I to say then, to my friends and dear ones? To comfort and reassure them?
I read a book on Greek Mythology when I was very young. I cannot say whether it was a part of our elementary school curriculum, but likely juvenile fare as it made no mention of human sacrifice or temple prostitutes. It left me to wonder why these gods were no longer worshipped; why they all fell out of favor. It was perhaps because they were all man-made gods. In so many tales the Greek and Roman gods and many others displayed human attributes, foibles and vices; they were capricious, petty, jealous, violently vengeful; sadistic; and finite in their power to answer the cries of their prayerful followers. They may have made demands, but kept no promises. They were folk explanations for those naturally occuring things that no man had yet come to understand. I suggest a thousand ancient gods perished in the fire that swept the Library of Alexandria. Why keep faith with a god who does not keep faith with me?
You, the reader, may or may not believe in a discrete, sentient entity with a plan. The God Almighty, who created the heavens and the earth; and all things betwixt and between; including yourself. But do you believe in yourself?
It is through mythology I came upon the concept of the demigod. A demigod is half man and half god; a half-god. Within the greater context of creation, most of us are given the power of a demigod. While the power of God Almighty is infinite, the power of a demigod is finite. We demigods cannot create stars and galaxies; mountains and seas; birds and trees. And yet we, men and women, are given the power to create other men and other women. We do not do so as well as we might.
Brought up in an earlier era, when “the water was clean and sex was dirty”; I’d never received “the talk”; or anything resembling knowledge concerning “the birds and the bees.” Not from my parents and not from my schools. I had to learn about sex all on my own. As a would-be writer I’ve often struggled to find just the right word or phrase to convey a precise meaning. Acknowledging my own ignorance and driven by a natural curiousity and countless books later, I still find myself perplexed and uncomfortable with the terms ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’. Like so many other slapdash labels confusing and confounding reality, they just never seemed to be properly descriptive of purpose or function. However traditional and etymologically traced, their meaning is no better than ‘tubular.’ Numerous euphemistic epithets for human genitalia exist; none of which fully encompasses the whole consequential implications of their ultimate purpose. I therefor propose, as a gender neutral substitute for the terms ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’, the term ‘demigod’.
Since the erotic response is present in the womb it is never too early to give children the facts regarding the functioning of their own bodies. Human genitalia, both male and female, have but two functions: urination and procreation; and any linguistic obfuscation perverts the child’s mind; and thus, perverts the child.
In substituting the terms ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ with ‘demigod’ the full gravitas – the very adult responsibility of bringing a new and unique person into the world; of instilling character and morals (the superego) and right civil and cultural behavior is entailed.
Because we humans are such complex creatures we have “the longest childhood” dependancy of all; and ‘demigod’ encompasses the whole eighteen years or so of that dependancy. We do not simply have ‘babies’; we demigods ultimately produce full grown and (hopefully) independant men and women.
Ask your demigod parents (I dare you) why they created you; why they gave you life. You will undoubtedly receive an illogical response because sex is biological – not logical.
Your mother might say: “I just wanted a baby.” If that is the case, I suggest keeping it in the freezer to preserve it; as babies are babies for only one day and quickly grow into deeply troubled and troublesome adults.
In substituting the terms ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ with ‘demigod’ we move closer to reality.
Herein are a few examples of the term ‘demigod’ in common usage:
Imagine, if you will, a toddler running joyfully naked about your house, fresh from a bath. You might say: “Company’s coming! Go put some clothes on! Nobody wants to see your demigod!”
Having attended an all male high school and following the Greek tradition of the gymnasium we took our swim lessons naked. But before we entered the swimming pool we had to take a shower bath in first warm and then cold water to aclimate our bodies to the sometimes shockingly cooler temperature of the pool. The gym/swim coach would often say: “Don’t forget to wash your ‘privates’. They’re part of you, too.”
It seems far more appropriate, even edifying, in addressing young men (adolescent males) thus: “Don’t forget to wash your ‘demigods’. They’re part of you, too.”
(In the singular: “Don’t forget to wash your ‘demigod‘. It’s part of you, too.”)
The whole world is in conflict about many issues; but the conflict is not about reality; it is about the conflicting labels we use. You have your labels and I have mine.
A man (lowercase) goes to a whorehouse; but not to ‘make love’ to a prostitute.
A man (lowercase) goes to a whorehouse; but not to ‘procreate’ with a prostitute.
A man (lowercase) goes to a whorehouse to use another man’s wayward daughter as a living sop for his masturbatory ejaculations. He leaves drained and satisfied that his (lowercase) manhood has been proven.
The whole world is in crisis, overpopulated; swarming with ignorant halflings (half human, but mostly, apes). Neither knowing nor realizing they are indeed demigods; they just want to play with their demigods, for fun, and for profit.
“Stop playing with your demigod! It’s not a toy!”
The Gods and Godesses are Fools
The coming revolution doesn’t officially start until you see televisions burning in the streets. Great heaps of televisions, cellphones and all manner of other electronic communications or spying devices burning in the streets. It is a crime, and, if it were in my power to do so, I would charge parents with felony child neglect for exposing their children to commercial mass communications in any form. I would charge all the network executives and advertisers and any other internet brainwashing propagandists with felony child abuse. After all, the parents played the demigod and created a new, living and suffering person. It is the duty of husbands to protect their wives from seduction and abuse. It is the duty of every father and mother to protect their children from the predation of strangers via the media. It is a crime of felony child neglect. It is a crime of felony child abuse. Responsibility for a child’s character development lies with the parents; not with the predatory strangers on television or any other medium. The coming revolution doesn’t officially start until you see televisions burning in the streets.