Applying Foucault here, I'd say that these groups do perform a valuable service. We value them as the lesser beings against whom we measure our relative good fortune. They are the ones whose bodies may be starved, confined, banished, even murdered, all in good conscience and with every legal means.
I had a card for a while. Being at one time a part of the disciplinarian industry, or prison industrial complex, it is enlightening for me to be reading Foucault's Discipline and Punish: the Birth of the Prison. He understands the theory behind the penal system and explains things in a lucid way. The translation is very good. The link has a lot of excellent reviews of the book. I read it four or five pages at a time and just sit and think about what he's saying. It's like little lightbulbs of enlightenment going off in my brain. Terry says watch out for the big ones, or I could get a stroke.
I collect cards. Here are a few I like: You can enlarge the image for a better look.
That's my generation, born in the 20s and 30s. Say from post WW I to the end of WW II. We were just people who did not represent much of anything but ourselves. Some of my Meh friends are conformist to the point of ridiculousness, and a lot of us, like Terry and me, are recluses at heart, no matter how much we have had to be in the world. My childhood was quiet and mostly uneventful and not something I worried about, one way or the other. Nobody saw anything special about me or tried to burnish my talents. My parents, in common with many others of their generation, had a very tough time of it and parenting was stressful for them.
So mostly I got left alone with my own thoughts, which has given me a lot of freedom in old age. This is also true of Terry. Only now do we appreciate what a gift from our parents that was to let us have our own thoughts. So we don't have to keep with the program as it's laid out for elders but can just go our own way, as we did when we were children.
Sometimes we were called the "silent generation," but I think that was because we had to be called something, I guess. Strangely enough, many of the Boomer idols are actually pre-Boomers, though mostly on the younger side of the demographic. The same is true of important civil rights activists. By the 70's, sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll had taken over, and horrified adults fled into enclaves everywhere unless they decided to join the party (I'll never forget my father in law throwing a tantrum at the sight of a long-haired kid walking down the street. And his attitude toward blacks was shameful, too.)
By contrast to us (as a group, only, you understand), Boomers are poor and unsystematic thinkers, due to the drugs, I guess, and all that running around they do. Their great strength, though, is that they will try just about anything! That attribute of theirs really did free things up in so many ways! The stolid conventionality that some elders still cling to was the norm until the 70's. I am kind of conventional in that style sometimes, but I can be very free, too. What I won't do is cross the line into risky behavior, because that always has consequences I'm not willing to suffer.
Well I meant to do this and that, catching up on the many things that did not get taken care of while I was sick , but instead I wrote this piece of self indulgence. Back to work!
Tonight I will reward myself by watching Pootie Tang. If you watch sports, don't criticize my taste!
Louis C.K hates the human race, but that is OK, because he hates himself too. He makes good money with his particular brand of white man humor. He does not take money for granted, though, probably because he is partly Mexican. He knows that money can buy a man out of many a tight situation.
There are two things no white man will ever joke around about: money and success. Louis C.K. does not joke about money and success.
Black men joke around about money and success a lot, for example in Real Husbands of Hollywood.
For many men, their existential problem is to function well while dull and depressed. Money is a big help here. Larry McMurtry's hero in Duane's Depressed is of this type. He farms his feelings out to women. Some men, such as Duane, are like gods, but they are gods who do not understand themselves, more like Greek gods than Jehovah. There is no one above them, but their powers are limited. The basis of their godlike power is money.
I have yet to meet a white man who is not very concerned about money.
We have certainly been getting a lot of rain. This a.m. we woke up at dawn and everything was a lurid orange. The rooster, Johnny Cash, is crowing away now. The weather is keeping things pretty lively around here. And I'm all well and ready for the next adventures we have coming up!
These are doves. As you can see, they are not lonesome.
Alain de Botton is doing something interesting as a philosopher, which is to clarify the ideas of these great thinkers and make their insights useful to people who have not studied their work. It takes a lot of persistence to hack your way through the prose of, for example, Hegel, and yet it is important to grasp his insights, which influenced Marx and others. It is good to understand his basic idea, which is that progress is slow. He also admonishes us to listen to the other side in dialectical arguments. That would really help a lot of marriages! Sure people are disappointed, with civil society and personal lives, etc. but that is the nature of existence. Do you think I like being 75? But it sure beats being dead.
Recent travels and travels to come are causing me to think a lot about my home, which I consider to be the Far West, incorporating California, Arizona, Oregon, Washington, Hawaii and Alaska. I am at home anywhere in this huge area. In spite of having spent so much of my life elsewhere--Wisconsin, New Jersey, Germany, Switzerland-- these are not places I understand at any deep level. This is not the same as saying I love all aspects of the Far West but I guess you could say I have an instinct for it, some personal historic knowledge from my family, an early attachment to its landscapes, the history of old California, the political polarization, right there from the beginning, the lived experience of WW II and its aftermath, the influx of new people from everywhere, the unions, the lavish amounts of public money available for many years, and so on.
From day one the agenda throughout the west has been appropriation and exploitation. Roman Polanski, a complete outsider, caught the mood well in his film, Chinatown. That bastard understood! Appropriate resources, exploit the weak and discard them when they are used up, regard everything as property! "It's Chinatown, Jake!"
By comparison, Woody Allen the New Yorker is nothing but a small time twerp who diddled anyone handy but never could get very far out of his own shell. Polanski transgressed on a huge scale, as befits the landscape and the opportunities (still!) available to the ruthless out here. Great crimes made this place what it is today!
Go look for yourself. No link. I don't want any Manchilds over here.
Manchild allows you to be an overcomer of the plot through the world system to destroy the male seed which many have become increasingly emasculated by tragedies, traumas and abuse. The group, helps restores marriages, healed confidences and establishes the boldness intended for men. Manchild is for every man who ever needed to bear his heart and had no one to hear it. It is for every man who has ever had an issue he could not discuss. It also provides women a deeper understanding into the caves and crevices of the masculine heart. The Manchild represents overcomers, men throughout history have attained to a state of full maturity, or completion for their era through this movement. The movement develops men into maturity as a corporate body not just as individuals
It almost seems wrong to make fun of this attempt at making a few bucks out of male resentment, but if Alicublog can sneer at Manchild, so can I. It's really kind of sad. But basically, hahahahahaha!
...we knew the contribution of Victor Davis Hanson would be a dilly.
In his National Review column, at first Hanson used the immigrants' plight to tease the America-hating liberals who live in his head, pointing out that the immigrants did not run to their local "communist utopias or to socialist spin-offs" for socorro, but to the good ol' U.S.A., even though "they have often been taught back home [that America] is the source of their misery," probably by soreheads over-reacting to death squads, CIA coups, and stuff like that.
But soon Hanson got down to cases: Obama was flouting the law, because that's what all Obama ever does ("Who in the pen-and-phone era of Obama gets to decide which law to follow and which to ignore?"); also, if you think the people blocking the buses in Murrieta were bigots, what about racist, chainsaw-stealing Mexicans? "For that matter," thundered Hanson, "how does the racialist term 'La Raza' survive as an acceptable title of a national lobby group in this politically correct age of anger at the Washington Redskins football brand?" There's really no end to the persecution of white people in this country.
In closing, Hanson told us that liberals are rich and live in Manhattan or San Francisco, whereas real Americans are simple sons of the sod who need protection from immigrants who seek to steal their chainsaws.