Friday, December 24, 2010

Too Many Cookies

I ate too many cookies today.  I am miserable.  It is all my fault.

This isn't some kind of "poke fun at your own decadence" thing where you're supposed to laugh that you'll pay for it next time you step on a scale.  I am physically very uncomfortable, because my blood sugar has almost certainly plunged, but I ate enough decent food in addition to my cookie overload that there is simply no room in my stomach for anything decent.  I am thirsty, I have a very strange headache which I cannot locate except to say it seems to be "following my brain around", I can't find a comfortable position to sit in, and I desire to simultaneously have much less and much more in my stomach.

Anyway, the silver lining is that this is all caused by my flirtation with paleo-paleo living.  I'm not as serious about paleolithic eating as OneSTDV, but I've kept in mind his advice to eliminate grains and sugars in mind when planning meals.  Accordingly I've reduced pastas, white breads (but not pumpernickel, which I love even though it's not all that much better than white breads), certain legumes (soy and peanuts), and especially sugar.

I've felt a lot better over the last couple of months but apparently I've lost my tolerance for ordinary Christmas eating.  That's the awful truth: eating 20 or 30 cookies over two days wasn't out of the ordinary for most of my past holiday seasons.  Having repeated this behavior without the associated tolerance I can feel how bad it really is for human physiology.  Nature is finally giving me the punch in the chops it has owed me for years.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

B Lode Drops the Masque

My southern hemisphere friends over at M4 Monologue asked me where my odd pseudonym comes from. If you're curious, you can hunt around over there for the true answer, which I assure you is quite mundane.  For a far more interesting, if less factual, answer, I give the following:

I am the Baron Lyaksandro Olave d'Estienne, the great Ukrainian-Manx-French nobleman who has been in hiding since 1963, hunted mercilessly by the combined forces of the Rosicrucians, the Shriners, and the DGFI.  Should they ever learn my whereabouts I am certain my life would be forfeit.

Thankfully, Blogger has allowed me to conceal my whereabouts even as I reveal my identity, hitherto suppressed.  I can only reveal that my small cottage at the sea, though spartan, is surrounded by the most beautiful sights and sounds a fugitive like myself could hope for.

As to my family, well, the exploits of my paternal grandfather, Victor Bruno, Baron d'Estienne, are well-enough known that to rehash them here would make me quite the braggart.  I'll only recommend that curious readers, if they desire, read up on the Ukrainian and Manx branches of my family tree as well.

Suffice to say that I am happy in my current life, a grizzled old man with only a loyal mastiff and a bushbaby for company, hoping to contribute my two rupees to the right half of the blogosphere.  Admirers and detractors need not type out my full name, of course; it would be more parsimonious to simply abbreviate my moniker to B LOdE, or, if camel case seems too awkward, B Lode.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Anti-White Bigotry: I don't think this one is a joke

Technically, this should be called "anti-non-Hispanic bigotry" but that is too cumbersome.

Around 84 million Mexicans may qualify as "trusted travelers", allowing them to bypass certain checkpoint procedures if they go through a rigorous background check.  They will be able to use machine-readable cards at kiosks, in order to speed up their passage through.

Read it, write about it, pass it on to your friends.  We should remember when and how this happened.

Monday, December 13, 2010

I Identify with the Horse (My Strangest Post Yet)

To people who know me, it goes without saying that the repetitious nature of supermarket / shopping mall Christmas music makes it harder to enjoy the season.  I've heard those songs every year for going on four decades now; they've lost their novelty.

And most are novelty songs.  Those are bad enough, but when I'm standing in line at the market is the time I'm least likely to be moved by the other kind of Christmas songs ... religious songs.  I'm just not in the mood to fall on my knees and hear the angel voices - not when I'm stuck in the tabloid aisle trying to escape with my groceries.  (I used to love Nat King Cole's version of "O Holy Night", only long after dark when I'd be with my folks, after we had run out of talk and were just enjoying our tree.)

But this year it hit me why I can't stand "Jingle Bell Rock" - I identify with the long-suffering horse!  Not kidding.  That horse appears in several songs, always pulling a sleigh all by himself.  (Songwriters are always specific on the latter point.)  In the original version of "Jingle Bells", he even goes astray and crashes; it's not clear if the animal is injured.  Perhaps he was moving too fast?

In "Jingle Bell Rock", he's told to move faster and pick up his feet.  This time, it seems he's moving too slow.  Clearly the creature is overworked, lonely, and unappreciated.  And lest you think he's contributing to some economically or medically vital process, oh no!  It's clear that the only goal of these icy excursions is to entertain people.  Talk about human arrogance!

Long story short, as a working guy I wish the songwriter would lay off his loyal beast, at least until December 26.

As a matter of complete coincidence, a video I posted to a much more serious, but tangentially related thread (on duty, masculinity, and gelding) features a one-horse open-sleigh.  Here's another song from the same album (same artwork):

Thursday, December 2, 2010

What is the other axis?

We are told, on the one hand, that the world is divided politically into Left and Right.  Some say Left and Right are totally obsolete as concepts and should be discarded.  Others say that while they have some validity, they leave out another axis.

I tend to agree with the latter group, but only recently have I come to a conclusion about what the second axis.  While I am certain that is very from time to time and from place to place, I am convinced that in the West, at this time, the second axis is attitudes toward Jews and Israel.  Nowhere is this more clear than in a recent post at Age of Treason, where TANSTAAFL makes a Sobranish point about Murdoch, Phillips, and Auster.  That is, a very critical stance that someone like Joe Sobran or Pat Buchanan might take.

Since my mantra is "Unite the Right!" these sorts of disputes always make me a little sad, though not surprised.  If rightists are united against the socialization and Islamification of the West, there should be little else to debate.  In the previous sentence, "should" is of course an even flimsier word than it usually is. There is oodles and oodles to debate between the Zionist Right and the Anti-Zionist Right.  The latter tends to sympathize profusely with Palestinians and loathe Winston Churchill, for example, which creates some friction with other rightists.

The left is really no different.  The Anti-Zionist Left (think Vanessa Redgrave and Lyndon LaRouche) can't stand the Zionist Left.  This is why the axes seem to be completely orthogonal, and well they should be.  Whether Jews have a right to run Israel as an ethnostate is irrelevant to whether socialism (forced sharing) is a good idea.

My position on the respective axes can be summed up best as Neutrality and Rightism, but there is more to it than that.  I could be described as a pro-white ethnopluralist.  I technically belong to the Zionist Right because I think Jews do have a right to run Israel as an ethnostate, but I am also Jew-critical because the globalizing influence of American Jews is somewhat distinct from the anti-white influence of leftists.  Think of me as a multi-Zionist counterpoint to multiculturalism.

I regard these positions as a potential crystal on which to build ideological discipline.  To me, ideological discipline doesn't mean professing what you don't believe or condoning what you see as wicked.  It means refining your positions in ways you are wholly comfortable with in order to become more in line with your true allies.

In other words, when I ask for discipline on the right I'm not asking for the anti-Zionists to praise Israel or for the Zionists to abandon it.  I'm asking for someone who might criticize Israel on "sauce for the goose!" grounds to put that in neutral for a while and - and simply demand Zionist rights for gentiles.  (To maintain that the Jews deserve as much of the damage from immigration and multicult as they have buffaloed Europe, Oceania, and North America into accepting is asserting an eye-for-an-eye sort of justice that I think we should move beyond.)  I'm asking for someone who might assert that is Israel is the America's most important ally to reconsider whether a tiny stretch of the Mediterranean coast can be more important to the US than, say, Canada.  And it goes without saying that any rightist should oppose foreign aid.

Ideological discipline need not be created with doublethink or by going against you're ethical impulses.  If you're more pro- or anti-Israel (or pro- or anti-Jewish) than you are rightist, you may not be a lowlife dirtbag, but you're not my ally.  If you can turn down the salience dial a little bit on your opinions about this little spot in Asia (half as many inhabitants as the Netherlands), you may find you can be a more effective rightist.