Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Monday, January 23, 2012

No, I have not......

lapsed, turned liberal, or lost my way, but like any amateur polemicist or satirist, I am speechless or wordless when faced by the grotesque idiocy of contemporary reality.

As full of anger and contempt as ever, I am trying to avoid leading others into such uncharity as constantly makes prayer and sleep difficult.

Smirk, too, is speechless, but perhaps for other reasons.

I shall be posting here, perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps later, but in the meanwhile I have started a new blog Dziennik Morsa - Diary of a Walrus, which is utterly uncontroversial, probably very boring, and about the enormous fun and health benefits of cold-water swimming. Currently in English, I hope to make it bilingual, in Polish too.

Start training - with a very cold bath and ice cubes in the water!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Shipwreck Ahead! Insecure? Angry?

Lawrence England of That The Bones You Have Crushed May Thrill has posted here about what a certain Fr Brennan sees as the anger and insecurity of some Catholic bloggers and why they should not be read.

I am usually angry, and sometimes insecure.

So go ahead and don't read me.

In Lawrence's combox I have given my reasons, and I guess those of others, for my own anger, and I urge anyone who still sometimes reads this blog to do the same.

Imagine you are one of the crew of a ship at night. The ship's officers are in dispute as to how to read the compass, the charts are unclear, some members of the crew are mutinous, and there's a storm brewing.

Scared and angry?

I am.

Monday, July 4, 2011

HOGWASH, ORDURE OF OXEN, ROUND OBJECTS, GÓWNO

"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it", wrote Evelyn Beatrice Hall, not Voltaire, whose biographer she was. I'm heartily sick of hearing it spewed out by defenders of free speech.

Somewhere in Gulliver's Travels, the third book, I think, set in the land of Brobdignag, the giant king of that land remarks to Gulliver to the effect that a man has the right to his opinions, but if they be wrong, no right to publish them, just as a man may keep poisons in his closet, but may not "vend them abroad as cordials".

I heartily agree.

All that libertarian nonsese about fighting to the death to defend the rights of liars and perverters of the truth is just hogwash. Untramelled free speech is for those individuals or groups who have the power, prestige, influence, or money to make themselves heard. The rest of us are largely voiceless and reduced to 'custody of the ears and eyes'.

Free speech? Free for whom?

For the 'great and the good', irreligious idealists, the heirs of demented Marie Stopes, the bbc, newspapers, politicians, advertisers, manufacturers of contraceptives and their mouthpieces; for pharmaceutical companies,  anti-social and anti-family pressure groups, all, all of whom are engaged in attacking the moral structure of the family, of society, such as it is, and religion. They are not engaged in the noble pursuit of Truth, but in the advancement of their own foul agenda: the destruction of religion, morality, the family, the unborn, the untroubled innocence of childhood, the right of the old to proper care without fear of 'assisted dying', and the right of the rest of us to speak the truth.

Their mission is to bind us together, not by love, but by lust, idle curiosity, and greed.

Would I fight to the death for that? Damned if I would.

Be damned to them and to Marcuse and the rest of the Franfurt school, certainly!