Sunday, September 21, 2025

All Death and Violence

I had four dreams over two nights that were crazy.  Two nights ago, my first dream was an end of the world scenario where the world was being covered with ash.  I was at St. Paul's in the basement, and the ash was covering the windows as it fell.  The leader of the federal conservative party was there for some reason, and so was his son.  He was lamenting the squandering of time he could have spent with his son.

Then, my dog knocked down the baby gate downstairs with a crash, waking me.  The second dream was me being hunted by a predator alien. I knew how he would guess my route, and so I went a way that was counter intuitive.  He didn't find me and I never saw him.

Last night, I had two dreams.  Both were war.  In the first, I was in Vietnam.  I was holding my M16 A1 and in an ambush situation.  I saw somebody hiding, but couldn't identify them as VK.  I did the morally correct thing, putting my life in jeopardy, and didn't shoot blindly into a tent to kill a person I couldn't positively ID.  Second dream, I was in the Roman army.  I was in the House of Brutii and was on the battle field.  I was stabbing enemy soldiers with my gladius, killing them, through the breastplate when I could, over it and down through the shoulder when I had to.  Then I heard an enemy soldier ask me how many Roman soldiers were in a unit.  I looked around, and I was surrounded without another Roman in sight.  I retreated, but had a cliff at my back.  I could see a legion below the cliff.  I ran along the cliff to keep from being flanked and cut off in my one man retreat.  Then, I awoke to the first rays of the morning sun in my bedroom window.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Humans

We kill people because of ideas.  

When we can't discuss ideas without violence, where does that leave us?

CK

I'm experiencing shock and anger after learning that Charlie Kirk has been shot.  ...and for doing what I do here.  It's a sad state when we live in a society where we can't speak freely. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Hyper Intollarance and Victim Identity

I wanted to write about Micro Aggression and a few other like subjects that I've been thinking about, but don't know where to start; so, I'll be jumping around a lot.  

Now, I've never been one to believe in the theory of Micro Aggression.  But, I recently had a family friend try to explain it to me.  They gave me two examples.  And, I was flooded with so many thoughts.  So, here are the examples:

• Somebody with a speech impediment--similar to RFK Jr.--is served hot tea with their order of iced tea because the waitress thought it would help their sore throat
• A client wants to end a call saying that they feel like they're bothering you because your voice makes you sound sick

This family friend--who will remain nameless, as this is quite personal--likened it to a fat person going into a restaurant to order pie and being served salad because it is better for them.  Or, you wouldn't ask somebody in a wheelchair how they lost their legs.  These are not good examples though, because we know better in these situations.  And, somebody might not know that you aren't sick.

Where to start, oh my, so many thoughts are running through my head.  First, I guess, the fact that they got up and left the restaurant that served the hot tea could be the reason that we can't have people do nice things in the world anymore.  Everybody is walking on egg shells.  Granted, the waitress made an assumption, but she was trying to help; her intention was good.  And, she was beat down for it.  It seems like our family friend has become hyper intolerant, has molded themselves into a perpetual victim; it's become an identity, who they are. 

I am a very big believer in intent.  Mens Rea all the way baby!  So, to play The Devil's advocate, lets say that the client on the phone was trying to punish the friend for--what they perceived was--being at work selfishly putting others at risk of becoming ill, and doing so by (making the friend feel bad?) saying that they were feeling bad for bothering the friend. In that case, I agree it is aggression.  There is intent.  If the comment was made in good faith, and made in genuine concern, I don't believe that it was an aggression; more likely the event is triggered by the irritability of the friend that has built from experiencing this concern and hearing these comments endlessly and causes the social breakdown.  I believe that a person has to intend harm for there to be aggression.

Enter inherent bias.  The idea that you are guilty without intent because you are a bigot producing Micro Aggression without meaning to do so by virtue of the fact that you are subconsciously a wicked hateful person toward an individual who may belong to a different group than you do.  Sorry, that's as close as I can come to putting it into my own words.  Obviously, I don't believe this theory either.  What's important to me:  What's in their hearts?  What happened to love and tolerance?

After all, if micro aggression is a thing, if it is a problem to try to help those who we deem need the help because they are not like us, where does that leave Affirmative Action? Is that not Micro Aggression?  Or, would helping a woman be Toxic Masculinity?  ...and a micro aggression?

Are Micro Aggressions nothing more that inadvertent offenses that we take toward the actions and the words of others?  I think so.

Lucifer Is The Spirit Who Attempts To Usurp God ♣️ - Jordan Peterson

Maybe this is how my dad saw me.  Maybe this is how I was.

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Monday, September 8, 2025

The Last Jedi

A phrase my my priest's sermon bothered me Sunday:  Wednesday are the heirs of the end of Christendom.

What's in a Name

My name is William.  It means defender.  Was it prophetic, or did knowing this factoid allow self-fulfilling prophecy to effect it's shaping of my psyche?

Prey and Preditors

I thought to myself that there are only two types of men in the world, those who see women as prey--sexual or otherwise--and those who want to defend and protect them, at great personal cost often.