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Musings on Well-Ripened Toxicity

6/5/2019

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LONDON, ONTARIO – During a late summer visit with an old friend last September, we nursed our drinks in the moonlight on his back porch as we discussed a whole raft of newly-crafted social and political conventions that have somehow won wide purchase and which, taken in their totality, leave us feeling like alienated and vaguely criminal geezers from another planet. Though our subject matter was disconcerting, we luxuriated in the rare pleasure of being able to operate our vocal cords in a free-wheeling atmosphere where obligatory boxes of obeisance did not have to be ticked before we could proceed; where taking offense, throwing a snit or crying like a baby would not be regarded as compelling counter arguments. What were some of these preposterous new conventions which we neither accept nor uphold?

In no legal or moral sense did either one of us steal or even borrow the land on which we live from indigenous people. We never owned slaves and don’t owe anyone reparations for crimes we didn’t commit. We are unconvinced that the government will be able to change the weather if only we’d give them a lot more money and let them control every aspect of the economy. We think it’s a bad idea to provide drug addicts with facilities where we invite them to pump anything they like into their veins and then promise to intervene with medical assistance if it looks like they’re going to kill themselves.

And then, of course, there’s lots and lots of hooey about sex. We don’t accept the premise that women have been exploited and kept down by men since the beginning of human history and therefore deserve preferential placement in the workforce and government. We think it’s dangerously misleading to pretend that prostitution is a benign career choice. And if you peer down the front of your trousers and believe that you are not a member of the sex which your personal plumbing signifies, we are not disrespecting you if we refuse to validate you in your delusion. With the possible exception of our own intimate partners, we would greatly prefer it if we were never called upon to validate anybody’s idea about their sexuality. We don’t think it’s any of our business and frankly find it to be the least interesting thing about you.

What we find most pernicious about all of these dubious and rabidly enforced notions is the ever-expanding range of situations in which we feel impelled to keep our mouths shut lest we run afoul of some rancid new consensus that we do not hold to be valid or true. We have learned to read the signs and know we’re in the vicinity of such fatuous chicanery whenever some humorless advocate prattles on about the urgent need for an “expanded dialogue” or a “deep conversation”, at which point it soon becomes clear that absolutely no input will be brooked from the benighted likes of us.

What made it such a hallmark discussion for me was that on this night my friend became the first of the colleagues I’d grown up with to express a sentiment whose utterance I’ve been anticipating for a while now: “It almost starts to reconcile you to the prospect of death, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“I beg your pardon?” I said. I’d heard him perfectly well but I wanted him to flesh it out a little
Instead, he elected to pare it down. “We’re getting too old for this shit.”

“Well, it isn’t just that we’re too old,” I told him. “We’re also too inexcusably white, too oppressively male and too predictably heterosexual. It’s quite remarkable really. Through no deliberate actions of our own, we’ve managed to attain a perfect quarfecta of toxicity.”

By dint of innate and existential crimes such as these – gross offenses which we could hardly be said to have deliberately committed – we have effortlessly managed to place ourselves outside the zone of permissible discourse. And on top of those existential transgressions which neither of us had to lift a finger to perpetrate, we have compounded our villainy by the deliberate commission of other acts which have been similarly redefined as crimes against humanity.

My friend succeeded in business and became upsettingly rich (never mind that over the last 40 years he’s provided employment for dozens of people), while I paid heed to my innermost urgings and became intolerably religious. If I had been born a Roman Catholic and then left the church in a self-righteous huff, it might have been plausible to give me a pass for having seen the light. But to have consciously chosen as a full grown adult to become a delusional zealot . . . well, that places me quite beyond the pale.

Concomitant with this religious affiliation of mine are two other principles of apprehension which I’ve tried my best to consistently uphold. The first of these, growing out of a recognition that most people are involved in some sort of quest to wrest beauty or meaning or honour from their life, is a reluctance to criminalize the motives of people I know little or nothing about. This, of course, cuts clear against the bigoted and merciless instincts of the ‘woke’ who specialize in ascribing and broadcasting the guilty privileges they construe in whole swaths of the population because of those factors cited above such as pigmentation, sex, age or orientation.

The second salutary perception I try to hang onto in all situations is an appreciation for the unlikely miracle of existence itself. I mean, do you ever stop to consider how long the odds were against your ever being born at all? How perfectly well the universe would have gotten along if you’d never even found a way to show up? Perhaps this perception comes more readily to me because, as the significantly youngest of four brothers, I seem to have known from about the age of five that I was an ‘accident’. And a lucky accident, too; conceived at a time when an unintended conception couldn’t be so conveniently and discreetly liquidated by a ‘choice’.

Once you let this second perception really start marinating in your brain, it has the same sort of clarifying power as emerges when you have narrowly averted a mortal disaster. When you know you’ve come so perilously close to having your light extinguished, all of a sudden you levitate with gratitude for nothing more – as indeed, ultimately, there is nothing more – than life itself. It pushes aside any reflexive sense of entitlement; any trite adolescent assumption that the world owes you a living or needs to subsidize you because, after all, you didn’t ask to have existence imposed upon you. No, you didn’t ask. But God, how you’d beg for a chance at the mortality sweepstakes if you hadn’t been born and were somehow presented with the possibility to be so.

As I go sailing into my retirement years, I find there are more and more occasions when I remind myself of my dad. Sometimes what calls the old man to mind is nothing more significant than that involuntary noise I now find myself making when stooping down to scoop up a carrot nub that’s gone bouncing off the cutting board. Other times, these echoes seem to denote a development that I momentarily wonder if I shouldn’t regard with a little more concern; like perusing a whole list of newly released films and realizing I have zero interest in seeing any of them. Whereas these paternal echoes used to alarm me (“Have I ceased to be a lively and vital animal? Have I lost all sense of curiosity and wonder?); now, as often as not, they carry unexpected notes of liberation and relief. (“Gosh, I may not ever have to watch another stupid superhero movie in my life and do you know what? That’s perfectly all right. And what is more, I’ve got the time – and may even still have the brain cells – to finally read St. Thomas Aquinas’ Summa Theologica.”)

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” chimes quite nicely with a quip made by the angelic doctor, Samuel Johnson, as he and his contemporaries started to move into their 70s. Once his Biblically allotted ‘three score and ten’ was up (and mindful that whatever else came his way was pure bonus) he deemed that this later phase in life was “a time to be in earnest”. Anyone who’s spent two minutes in the genial company of Dr. Johnson’s literary remains, will know that for him, earnestness did not denote dreariness or any sort of ideological narrowness. But it did signify an end to paying lip service to what he knew to be lies or a waste of time and effort.

And this is something the superannuated are uniquely situated to do. Finally free of the compromising entanglements of the classroom and the workplace, the pressure is off to stifle what you really believe for the sake of appeasement or collegiality or advancement. If you’ve still got a spouse and a handful of friends (and maybe even find yourself blessed with a passel of grown up kids), well, they probably all know the cut of your jib by now and aren’t likely to freak out if you reserve the right from here on in to fly your truest colours.
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Bill
6/5/2019 10:26:55 am

They'll be coming for you shortly

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Max Lucchesi
10/5/2019 11:55:07 pm

Dear Herman. Like you I am a white Heterosexual male living in the wealthy west. Even though, as a pure blooded Italian being brought up in England where I have been considered slightly less white than if my name had been Goodden or Smith.I still consider myself a member of the world's privileged elite. I have been the beneficiary of twelve years of Catholic schooling, which, apart from it's bias on certain subjects, importantly history, was an excellent one. I am closer to four score years than to three score and ten and even without my Yfronts never had a quarrel with my plumbing. I consider strident feminism counter productive to their cause and grating to my intelligence. I have problems with certain aspects of LGBTism and the noise that creates. But that does not in my opinion detract from the justice of their cause. Even in the animal world Homosexuality exists! God if you like created animals too.

Catholics have been hated by protestants since the reformation, what's new! The Pilgrim Fathers brought their hatred to America with their baggage, and for years had passed laws to exclude Catholics from the colonies, Have you read Anti Catholicism in America by Mark S Massa SJ, how despite this hatred American Catholics, I would include you, in the 1980s allied themselves with their bitterest enemies to skew elections to favour social conservatives. I do not practise my religion and I am anti Curia, but have attended Mass with devout friends in several countries and think the Mass should still be celebrated in Latin. The only purely Theological book I have read since leaving school was Gustavo Gutierrez Merino's Teologia de la Liberacion which I read while living and working in Colombia during the seventies. My idea of a Catholic prelate was Archbishop Oscar Romero and his version of Catholicism, my idea of an attack on Catholicism was his assassination and the rape and murder of the Maryknoll Nuns carried out, as an object lesson to warn those who would follow Archbishop Romero's example. Acts carried not by the enemy but by fellow Catholics. Your "self righteous huff" is patronising. I have rarely found lapsed Catholics self righteous, more often lax, indifferent to their religion and thoughtless. I have never ever been paranoid enough to consider myself under attack for being white, Heterosexual and frequently politically incorrect. But, if I were to add devout Catholic to that list may I then wrap the blanket of imagined oppression around my shoulders and claim the benediction of sanctity as a reward for my fortitude against the slings and arrows of a hostile world?

I smiled when I read St. Augustine's two cities because I had also by coincidence been rereading Purgatorio, not for it's religious or philosophical content but for his contemporary commentary on Florentine and Tuscan politics. Did you know Pope Boniface VII trumped up fraud charges (a capital crime) for Florence to accuse him of as a punishment for his being a White Guelph, Horrors, Dante was a Liberal Humanist!! I enjoyed the piece but you should be discreet when mentioning heresy. From the 3rd.Century A.D to the 8th. more than half the Roman Popes were accused, convicted or cleared of various Arian, Pelagian, Sabellian or Monotelitian heresies. Popes decreed articles of faith only for those articles to be repudiated by succeeding Popes. The best is the Marian Immaculate Conception Dogma. At the end of the 6th, Century St. Gregory the Great decreed that only the birth of Christ was an Immaculate Conception. Pius IX's 'Ineffabilis Deus' in 1854 announced that God had revealed to him that Mary's birth was also an Immaculate Conception and that henceforth it was a truth to be worshipped. Thus retroactively consigning every Pope including St. Gregory to Heresy. For nearly a thousand years or so freedom of conscience was a mortal sin (what a surprise) until John XXIII in 1963 allowed it. Why is it Conservative Catholics still deny it to those they disagree with? Lets not forget the 'Donation of Constantine' an 8th. Century forgery which the Papacy peddled for over six hundred years to claim temporal as well as spiritual primacy over Western Christendom. (to be continued)

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Max Lucchesi
10/5/2019 11:57:53 pm

(continued) Lets get down to what actually spurred me to answer 'Well ripened toxicity'. You and your porch buddies dont accept the premise that women have been exploited and kept down by men. Discard the time immemorial, even then the statement is nonsense and historically untrue. Just a quick example. The first female television news readers. Barbara Mandell was the first in 1955 for the fledgling ITN. Followed by Nan Winton 1960 BBC. Mary Marquis 1963 BBC Scotland. Followed by the more famous Angela Rippon, Jan Leeming and Anna Ford into the seventies. Not exactly the Flintstone era. The news room was a boys own closed shop so women were unwelcome. The women were resented, they were bullied constantly, suffered sexual harassment, and subjected to practical jokes. Including mock flashing while live on air. Complaints came to nothing as it was all in fun. We are not talking Neanderthals but university, mostly Oxbridge educated journalists. When they discovered they were being paid less than half that of their male counterparts, not only that but the men were also allowed expenses they asked not for a rise but expenses. The answer was short, take what you're given or leave. Herman I will not suggest you read a decent social history book, it would probably upset you. I will suggest that you and your porch buddies buy a Spanish phrase book and take a road trip down to Mexico and onto Latin America. Integrate with the locals, keep your wits about you, your eyes open and see how your fellow Catholics treat their women. You wont have to go to the wilds of the Middle East or Asia to realise the enormity of your mistake.

Your other sentence was the inability of governments to change the weather. I assume you are a climate change denyer or at the least skeptic. Let me list a little 'fake' science. In 1948 Humble Oil began research into Carbon emissions, their results were passed along to the American Petroleum Institute. In 1954 it's first report was published. " Levels of C12 and C13 in trees show a marked increase since 1840. This can be explained by the changing Carbon Dioxide concentration in the atmosphere resulting from industrialisation and the consequent burning of large quantities of coal and petroleum". In 1957 Humble Oil soon to be taken over by Standard Oil, which after mergers and acquisitions becomes Exxonmobile published a report with graphs depicting the cumulative mass of fossil Carbon Dioxide. In 1959 Edward Teller alerts the API to the 'Greenhouse Effect' and rising sea water. In 1968/69/72 API warns of severe climate change. In 1977 Exxon scientists brief executives on global warming projections and climatic effects. Finally in 1980 Dr. Edward Grovey Exxon climate researcher 1978-83. "The issue was not were we going to have a problem, the issue was simply how soon and how fast and how bad was it going to be. NOT IF"! By this time two world leaders, Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher were alerted to the problem and wanted to meet to do something to confront it. Their advisers explained to them the disastrous consequences a reduction in fossil fuel use would have on Global Capitalism so the narrative instantly changed. To borrow a cold war epithet " the running dogs of global warming capitalists barked their denials. The big dogs barking loudly, the little dogs yapping in chorus. API stopped publishing honest results.

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Tom Taylor
13/5/2019 03:24:56 pm

Dear Herman; Thank you for your interesting and politically incorrect musings. It seems to me, as I reflect back on my time at South Secondary School inthe early 70s, that females utterly DOMINATED the social scene. As a figure rather like ‘Booger’ in Revenge of the Nerds, it seems to me that females determined who had power, who had influence. Radical feminists grossly underestimate the amount of power they already have. Fond regards, Tom



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