Indiscriminateness of Thought

Here’s an amazing video about the modern liberal mindset. Evan Sayet presents the thought process of modern liberalism in a new way. It’s less about control, as I have always thought, and more about acceptance. And not mere acceptance as most rational people accept things or issues or other people. It’s about acceptance of anything, even when that thing is contrary to a critical, rational decision-making process. (Sayet calls this all encompassing acceptance indiscriminateness.)

With that broad acceptance of everything in mind, it follows that any decision or judgement made will be viewed as being based on discrimination. And since we all have been taught by government schools since kindergarten that discrimination of any sort is evil, then the subject of that decision or judgement is immediately the victim. No allowances are given for whether the subject is right or wrong, good or bad, innocent or guilty. They are a victim because of that decision, and are thus to be aided and helped.

[Via dri at AoSHQ.]

Day Seventeen: Shiny!

Short explanation:

Day seventeen on the Warrior Diet is better than day three. My skin looks great. My hair has never shined like this without some serious product application. And the sugar cravings are all but gone. Sweet. I mean, nice.

Long explanation:

I’ve been juicing like crazy. It’s a good thing I like carrots, celery, and apples, because that’s mainly what I drink most days. Also, the smoothies are a life saver: they have both more sugar and more fiber than the juice. So they’re sweet and filling at the same time.

Exercise consists mainly of gardening and housework with a little Miracle Ball thrown in for some seriously needed de-stressing. I’m working up to walking in the mornings, but that’s going to wait until gardening doesn’t cause me to lose my breath.

I haven’t noticed any weight loss, though some of my clothes fit better and others are loose. I do have to admit, I don’t weigh myself. I don’t think that weight is a good measurement of health. It’s all about how you feel and how fit you are. (I’m writing another post about that. Fair warning: It looks like it’s going to be long.)

The Warrior Diet makes me feel good. I have more energy. And it has cured my long problem with acid reflux. I’m not taking any pills for it; I had been taking an acid reducer once or twice a day for a good year. So it’s nice to be off the medicine completely. I’m also sleeping better and waking up in the night less often.

All in all, I have little complaints about the Warrior Diet. Fresh produce is expensive; and I’m not even buying organic like the diet recommends. Also, juicing is a time-consuming activity. I have a centrifugal extractor. So clean-ups take a little while. I’ve solved most of the time problem by making about a liter of juice once a day. The diet recommends making juice as you drink it, but I can’t image cleaning my juicer every time I drink juice. I’d never do anything but clean the juicer, which would lead to me not juicing at all. Letting the juice sit for a few hours in the fridge is better than not juicing at all. So I think I’ve got a good compromise there.

Still, the Warrior Diet is turning out to be a good thing. So far, I highly recommend it.

 

The Night That The Lights Went Out In Georgia

Well, they’re not. At least, not in this house in Georgia. Every light in the front of the house is blazing. And I’ve got both the TV and the computer on, something I rarely do.

The whole thing is ridiculous, and just like Greens, to make so much of such empty symbolism. It won’t be practised here. And I won’t pretend to go along with it to appease my liberal neighbors who are, just now, sitting in the dark.

Besides, let’s assume that the voluntary hour long blackout (the “Earth Hour”) does manage to provide some small reduction in energy consumption (snerk). What’s the next logical step for the Greens? Mandatory power outages perhaps? I think so, too.

Bah.

The Case Against Stretch Denim

Stretch denim. You can’t try on a denim anything without a little tag hanging down touting the garment’s “stretch” ability. And, at first, it’s nice. So what if you have to go up a size in jeans? Stretch denim jean sizing usually runs small. But the jeans feel so fabulous on, who cares? You’ll go up a size eagerly to wear these jeans.

So you buy them. And for the first hour or so of wearing them, they’re just as fabulous as you imagined. But then, right around the fourth hour, you notice a little sag here and there. Oh, it’s not much. When you stand, the knees are bowed out a bit and the butt is now somewhere around your thighs. This doesn’t bother you until a few more hours pass. Now the waistband is large enough to fall past your hips and the butt is hovering somewhere around your knees. So the remainder of the day, you’re pulling your formerly fabulous jeans up every three steps. And you wished you owned a belt. You comfort yourself on the fact that at least a few of the younger hip hop crowd will think you up-to-date on current fashion.

Thus is the life of stretch jeans. Oh, they’ll shrink back into place after washing, but you’re stuck with the stretched out jeans until it’s convenient to change.

So, on your next shopping trip, you decide to buy a size smaller jean. Which works well after they’ve stretched out. But for the first few hours of wearing, they’re uncomfortably tight. You’ve got to lie on the bed to zip them up. And you have to take shallow breaths. But you manage to carefully sit up on the bed and then stand up, walking stiff-legged to the mirror to find that you’ve got a painful cameltoe the likes of which have yet to be documented in the annals of human history.

You can’t go out like that in public, at least not until the denim stretches out a bit. So you hobble around the house doing squats every so often, hoping that the denim will stretch soon. And it will, eventually, after your thighs burn and your crotch becomes numb. Then they’ll fit like the original larger pair of stretch jeans before you stretched them out by wearing them. And they’ll be fabulous… until you wash them. Then you’ll once again have to deal with the shallow breaths and numb crotch.