Strange Bedfellows: Obama's Pope and Change

People should be allowed to worship however they wish, as long as nobody gets hurt -- and I can only hope that the day will come when the more backward among some stop using animals as sacrificial elements.  

Other problems arise when one's religion gives government a blanket party, using interpretations or distortions of ancient writings to conquer or vastly influence a legitimate government's laws.

I've been burning for a few days now about the pope.  No, I'm not Catholic, though many members of my family were raised as Catholics, and I'm not focused upon that faith's components today as much as I'm concerned about the pope.  If he remained in some atmosphere where he and his flock could pray to their hearts' content about anything they desired, bothering nobody, that would be fine.  Unfortunately, and Catholics obviously aren't alone in this, the non-stop intent is to influence governments with decisions affecting everybody, even those who want no part of that religion.  The Church excels at bringing in "refugees," border jumpers and just about any uneducated, untalented, crime-ridden or America-hating anybody who can fake or wrangle their way into the country -- and American taxpayers (suckers  is the preferred term) are somehow assumed ready and willing to pay for these relocations, subsequent childbirth, welfare and all the usual amenities associated with piling people on top of people.  Our immigration system was never intended to experience the abuse and national rape conducted in conjunction with the Church, attorneys who belong in prison and others imbued with the stench of self-interest.

As a side note -- the best first thing the new Congress could do is to outlaw "anchor babies," whose mothers strive to drop a kid within our borders and the kid becomes an instant citizen.  This is criminal and should not be tolerated.  But. . .we were talking about the pope. . .

The Guardian  of December 27 and other media sources were abuzz with news that Pope Francis -- apparently President Obama's accommodating companion in strengthening relations between the U.S. and Cuba -- will become a mouthpiece to support global climate change legislation.  Not alarming enough that both pope and Obama are seemingly on the same page and almost like twins regarding the cranked-out and questionable evidence of  man-made  climate alterations, this new "trinity" is polished off with the world's truly Great Satan, the United Nations, the sum total of its parts slithering and seeking out American and other national tax dollars like something from the head of Medusa.

News reports suggest that in 2015 the pope plans to set forth a detailed climate message for some 1.2 billion Catholics around the world, while also calling for a summit of major world religions.  Particularly disturbing, he plans to address the UN general assembly on the subject of ambiguously dire climate change in fond hopes of influencing this year's United Nations climate conference in Paris.

What this all means after 20 years of stalled progress in negotiating an international commitment to Do Something is simple:  Bring together enough Marxists and socialists and the world will come together to steal the money from richer nations and share the wealth with lesser countries.  Climate change?  Really?  That's rather secondary, or thirdly or less -- the big deal is the money, a lot of American money, billions or trillions of dollars up for grabs by the biggest climate crooks on the globe.  If we thought banks, both international and domestic, excelled at robbing the U.S. blind, the world ain't seen nothing yet.  Which means our only hope is that the new Congress, with our input, takes a stand and protects the national purse from these frauds currently and calmly planning to empty our pockets with bad science and extraordinary lies.  The pope?  He should be ashamed of even thinking of a partnership in this morass of deceit -- or, at the very least, he must be advised that this subject lurks far away from The Church's breadbox.  What happened to feeding the poor?  Who's tending the garden of pedophilia?  Aren't there an abundance of exorcisms to be performed?  And yes, who will keep the world and its climate safe from vampires, if not the Church?

But that's not all, oh no, not all.  A contradiction should arise:  This pope, who represents the very foundations of the Catholic faith, has an obligation to encourage both marriage and, more important, fertility among the married.  His duty is to encourage prolific childbirth like there's no tomorrow, if five are good 10 are better. 

Now, I don't know about  human-caused  climate change, but I do know what I see on Earth's surface and, I must confess, it's a mess -- and yes, we'uns did it, and it shouldn't continue and it must be cleaned up to the best of our ability (are you listening China. . .India. . .and the list continues?).

So, Mr. pope, seems to me that your cheerleading for prolific human procreation merely multiples the tools -- us  -- to invest in a never-ending stream of true human-made pollution, right here on Earth.  I ask you, where dwell the sincerest forms of hell, sir?  In nebulous climate science, or where hell on Earth is obvious -- on Earth?

A note to talk show host Michael Savage:  Michael, I gladly promote your show and the education and experience you bring along every evening during the week, but if you don't find a way  not  to scream at callers who don't step up to the microphone fast enough to please you, your newly government-registered phrase,  unprotected talk  may disintegrate into  undetected talk,  and I'm pretty sure you won't wish to register that one while your popular radio show continues to fly high.

Extra!  Extra!  Parts non-surgically begin to fall off (metaphorically) in a transgendered paradise:   Another teenager has taken his life, all messed up because he believed himself to be a girl, not the boy his family believed and insisted that he be.  From news reports, one also gets the impression that misguided family members may have attempted over time to "cure" his gender difficulties with a hammering of religious principles -- sounds good on paper, I guess, but in practice such efforts solve little.  At any rate, the family lost a beautiful teen to suicide, and we sympathize with their loss.

We bring this subject up because its tragic ending relates intimately to a November 11, 2014 article appearing in a publication called (I think)  The Federalist  entitled "Trouble in Transtopia:  Murmurs of Sex Change Regret."  You can find it online, and might be surprised at the subheading:  "Transgender people who regret their sex changes typically get buried in venom rather than loved."

Most of us find the concept of genital reassignment surgery -- that's right, the serious biggie -- about as alien as one can get (well, aside from the thought of real aliens, but that's another story. . .).  Of interest to me, however, was a statistic quoted in the article:  "Our culture seems pretty much 'to each his own' when it comes to elective bodily mutilation and the regret thereof. And there's a lot of regret out there. According to a British poll, a whopping 65 percent of those who've had various cosmetic surgeries regret it."

Reporter Stella Morabito, tackling the transgender surgery issue in considerable depth, is particularly up front about the transgendered community's defenders, who, surprisingly, go all out to prevent controversy about the other side of the topic -- the apparently large population of surgically transgendered who regret their irreversible decisions to the point of despair.  Or worse.

In essence, the transgender coin seems to have two glittering sides.  One surface shines with the promise of surgically  mutilating   cutting up   changing yourself into either the male or female you feel yourself to be.  The other side bears an overwhelming tarnish of having allowed masked people with scalpels carve the biggest mistake of your life, and if you dare admit it within your new "community," its members dedicated to hush-hush and flowery descriptions of transgender surgical procedures will shoot you down by condemning or ignoring you and withdrawing support (God help you if you talk to the media -- that is, the non-complicit portions of media).  Even plans for a documentary about the downside of transgender surgery were put on hold because of abusive cackling from members of the lucrative transgender surgery industry who prefer myth and money over truth.

My suggestion, having had a brief opportunity in the military to work with physicians of many disciplines:  I don't give a damn how friendly your local psychiatrist is -- when they start recommending transgender surgery, get a second, third and fourth opinion.  And if you're still advised to go under the knife, tell those prominent members of the psychiatric circus in agreement with The Big Cut that you will if they will -- actually,  after  they do.  They'll probably be a lot more concerned about keeping their own body parts intact than your professionally-considered and medically expendable genitals.  Run for your life and live as man,woman, vegetable, animal or mineral -- but think long and hard about keeping your pieces intact.

2014's Cookie Crumbles into Bits and Pieces

 

If people find anything particularly annoying or depressing about the end of another year, it's The Media, in all forms, peculiarly finding it almost obligatory to review 12 months of everything everybody already knows about in detail and cares little about revisiting.  Maybe if we could re-stage annual history instead, so it could be changed to our liking, well, then we'd have something.  But until we can catch up with the speed of light, when perhaps we can intercept what was and somehow convert occurrences into preferences, we're condemned to endure the -- to put life's unfoldings in our pipes and smoke it, as they might say out in California's weed fields. 

I would rather end a year by throwing out a few 2014 stories yet unmentioned in the blog.  Maybe I'll do a "clearing house" write-up sometime soon.

First, however, here are my 10 new year's wishes:

Wow, sorry, I really don't have time to list them all, so let's just skip to number one and two.  First would be the arrest, trial, conviction and imprisonment of the current White House bunch.  But spare the dog, because I like and respect dogs. 

Second, may Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton find some other hobby, maybe collecting stamps or cereal box tops, anything but thoughts of assuming the presidency.  In a country as dynamic as ours, wealthy or influential manipulators entertaining or encouraging an oligarchy via a surname tsunami is just wrong. 

Since last time, yet another police officer has been gunned down, this time while answering a domestic violence call in Arizona.  Increasingly, because DV calls are the most dangerous situations for officers, I'm coming to a conclusion that the police should just ignore the calls and let the events work themselves out, for better or probably worse.  Why?  Because in this life we choose our partners, whether of the married or live-in variety, and if one selects unwisely and interprets "the person of my dreams" as a miracle instead of the scum usually apparent to everybody else, it should be their problem.  Frankly, as out of control as things have become, I'll always choose a live police officer over desperate people who willingly entered into a relationship which, more times than not, was destined for calamity and crossfire from the start.  When children get caught in the middle, however, I don't know of a solution.   There probably is none, at least not while some segments of society continue to fan their own ubiquitous flames.  Seems as though an order of protection these days ends up as an arbitrary license for some moron or crazy to threaten or kill cops who just want to help.  Meanwhile, just what steps has the Obama administration taken to support law enforcement and condemn those who threaten its foundations?  We listen and hear only the sounds of crickets and the rant of anarchist roaches on city streets.

I'm no X-Box, Play Station or video game addict, and remain grateful that I don't need that "fix,"  unlike some folks who seem a tad too old to be playing out an eternal childhood, but to each their own.  I  was  intrigued by a news report warning that fully computerized cars of the future -- the future which lurks right around the corner, ready to grab you by the throat -- will likely be hazardous to the passengers' existence because the damned things can be hacked in numerous ways and the hacker can send any vehicle and its occupants off a cliff, should the hacker desire to provide a little mayhem or murder.  Oh yeah, sign me up for that one-way trip to Mars with Hal the computer from  2001:  A Space Odyssey.   Can't I simply make  that  journey in a balloon without digital components, please? 

Yippee!  New Year, new Congress, new power grabs, new ways for government and private  institutions to control everybody equally, except for occasions when some everybodies are more equal than other everybodies!   The book,  1984  is already  soooooooo  yesterday, and even George Orwell would have had a stroke in contemplation of all the trouble ones and zeroes fostered around the world.  The hell of it is, young folks who have become millionaires and billionaires by way of digital ones and zeroes use their clout and lack of common sense and life experiences to make perhaps foolish and dangerous decisions affecting all of us.  Power not only corrupts -- it corrupts at any age.

The Lost Kim-Jong-un Christmas Interview

It was a year-old copy of a magazine entitled, The International Celebrity Dong,  and the title didn't seem unusual, since "dong" is a familiar word thereabouts.  Anyway, the December, 2013 issue was written in some Asian language which I couldn't understand, aside from the English title included at the top.

Thumbing through its pages while walking down the street, I became particularly frustrated because I couldn't read a word of an article apparently concerning North Korea's Supreme Leader Kim Jong-un -- truly the man of the day here in the USA.

However, good luck lurked just ahead!  Rounding a corner, to my delight, I saw local dumpster-diver,  Dusty,  sitting on the curb behind a Korean restaurant, finishing off the meat on a leg bone of what probably used to be somebody's pet dog. 

"Hey Dusty, " I shouted, waving  The International Celebrity Dong  high in the air, "you know a lot about Korean food -- can you possibly interpret this article for me?"  Dusty stood and eagerly grabbed the publication out of my hands with his dog dressing-slathered meat hooks.  Ugh,  now I hoped he wouldn't give it back.

"Oh yeah, heck yeah," he responded.  "It looks like some reporter interviewed Kim Jong-un, or at least somebody who claims to be the turd.  Not totally sure about that, though the picture looks a lot like him.  You can never trust these celebrity rags," Dusty warned.  "Tell you what, give me a couple days and I'll put it into English for you."

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True to his word, two days later Dusty gave me a handwritten version of his interpretation of the magazine's year-old alleged interview with the North Korean dictator, and it reads as follows, as recorded originally by a reporter also named Kim something or another:

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Thank you so much for allowing this meeting today, sir.  Let me ask you right away, what is a typical day for you?

There is much to be done. I begin with a breakfast of non-peasant food, high in nutrition and often containing drops of blood from volunteers among my people.  You might call that my daily iron supplement.  It gives me energy to meet the challenges.

The international impression, particularly in the West, that North Korea is an isolated entity, disconnected from the modern world, surely can't serve you well.

On the contrary, by avoiding the trappings and moral degeneracy of the West, our people conduct an existence of bliss and self-sufficiency, creating a society so cohesive that I've witnessed with my own eyes citizens who allow themselves to be killed and stuffed in order to become furniture for my palace.  What other nation on Earth can look upon its people with such pride for this kind of sacrifice?

But are reports of your people starving in the fields purely imagination?

I am not aware of legitimate documentation about this.  Many of our workers are more than happy to return excessive food to our military and government personnel.  As you can see, I myself am hardly starving, and this is because my people who love me so much are pleased to honor me with extra provisions of which they have no need.

Then you are not concerned in any way about, say, the way the Americans consider you dangerous and off course?

I will tell you here and now, the day will come when the Americans will understand exactly what I am about and who I am, and they will release a movie about me, all about me and their love for me and my country.  I concede, though, that it may take time for them to fully appreciate my sacrifice.  You must realize, there are many people from the international community who wish very much to take me out.

Excuse me?  Take you out?

Yes, they wish to take me to the finest restaurants in their own nations.  Unfortunately, their choice of cuisine does not appeal to me, as my food requirements differ significantly from theirs.

In what way?

In my palace, dog and rat are preferable, cooked and prepared in various pleasing combinations.  We employ special chefs of the people for this important function.

Please excuse me, sir, but I'm rather shaken by this information.  I cannot imagine a diet of such things.

In my country, we are extremely industrious about such matters.  Consider my late and departed father and supreme leader.  He subsisted most of his life on a strict diet of uncooked rat intestines, dog vomit, snake heads, tapeworms and special elixir juices consisting of chicken urine and sheep brains.  Some prefer to believe these substances made my father insane, but he was not insane, just very, very bright, and certainly logical enough to lead the whole world.

Do you partake of such things yourself?

Not strictly, no.  I generally prefer to eat dogs, cooked very thoroughly.  In fact, when I instructed that my bad uncle be killed because he was immoral, promiscuous, consistently smelled like a filthy swamp and could not even dance well enough to avoid embarrassing me in public, I performed his execution with a pack of wild dogs in the name of my people.  The dog pack tore him from limb to limb, consumed much of his flesh and then, after a couple of days, I instructed the beasts themselves to be killed, and then my wife and I ate the very dogs which performed this act of social justice.   Our subsequent feast was merely an act of compassion.

Truly, I cannot conceive of eating a dog.

Oh, but you must try it one day.  For my wife and I, the effect of swallowing chunks of dog meat rivals any good aphrodisiac.  Doing this, in fact, provides every bit as much enjoyment as those days when I wear women's undergarments while strolling through the palace or throughout the grounds where my people happily labor.  Not one of them harbors even a hint that I'm wearing female attire, many sizes too small.

Do you and your wife often go away on vacation?

We go away several times a year, usually preferring to wallow with domestic swine in troughs of pig slop in some distant town.  It is within such an environment where we feel the most comfortable and welcome.

You have a special relationship with an American basketball athlete?

Yes.  Dennis is a friend and he advises me that someday American theaters will show a movie about me.  I am so excited and look forward to seeing it.  I hope to arrange things so every person in my country can watch it, too, because the experience of seeing me on giant movie screens all over the globe will impress the world and cause my people to embrace their supreme leader all the more. 

Should such a motion picture ever be made, could you suggest a title?

Perhaps.  My not-insane father and me, we much enjoyed the  James Bond  films, so maybe they could call it  Kimfinger.   That is not only a good movie title, it is also what I lovingly give my people every day.  I must go now.  Thank you for the interview.  Would you care for a little dog before you leave?

Thank you, but my plane leaves soon.  Thank you for your time and hospitality.

You are welcome.  Be watching for the great movie about my life.  I know it will be everything I deserve as supreme leader.

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The Age-Old Communication Barrier:  What a dilemma. One hardly anticipates conflict between North Korean communists and Hollywood socialists.  Can't everybody just get along?  Apparently not.  Feathered birds ain't flocking together here,

North Koreans now claim they had nothing to do with hacking SONY  and, like O.J. Simpson, they offer to help find the real "killer."  Personally, I think the twin culprit here might be the Chinese, who have the money, the means and the will to cyber-smack the USA.

Prediction:  As you read this, no matter the fate of "The Interview," folks are likely out there stealing and grabbing movie posters and other promotional material as future collectors' items worth far more than any such material might have been before the SONY incident. 

Fear and loathing in NY City:   Strange how two cops are assassinated -- the official words -- in the Big Apple, and New York's socialist-rooted mayor can't seem to be first on the podium with words of regret.  No wonder.  His recent race-baiting speeches seem to center basically around some nebulous fear that his son's afro haircut and race provide an instant magnet for police brutality..  Beware the police, New Yorkers have to do something about the cops.  Now look, just look.  Suddenly, community organizers by the pint are coming forward and making their rant about cop semi-love instead of  hands up, don't shoot.   Is all of that semi-love honest, or is there concern that law enforcement will crack down even more to assure survival in the streets?  The mayor's policies?  Preserve, protect and die for your trouble?  It's no wonder policemen and firemen turned their backs on a mayor whose words helped to bring this very day of tragedy to pass.  Who wants to be a cop, when the president, his attorney general and a gaggle of leftists playing hope-and-change in America fail either to adequately support or downright condemn their efforts?  As for NY City's mayor, his attitude might be more than a little complicit in the city's cop murders, and probably not something which should play well for his re-election platform.  Nor did it take a genius to realize, or a psychic to predict, that this disaster was inevitable.  This is what happens when communists feel justified and comfortable in destroying America, after a population of morons elects them and useful idiots hit the streets.