The Catholic church's views on casual sex, mastupration and other expressions of sexual desire lead to the following conundrum: the ordinary Catholic should marry and have sex, but they should not want to marry and have sex. They have, however, an easy solution which allows them to find an appropriately undesirable mate: marrying a Catholic.
In this simple solution, some might see the elegance of God's hand directing matters to uplift his flock, and distract them from carnal desires. For it is better to marry than to burn with passion, but in a church the only burning passion is ennui.
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Friday, 19 October 2018
Thursday, 30 November 2017
A revision of a Wyatt poem
Thomas Wyatt was a Tudor-era writer of crass poems. We have hence altered one of his poems, to more fully express the modern framework. His sonnets are typical and trite love poems, which were common in his era. Yet he was no good at this, while other poets of that era - like Sidney or Petrarca - exceeded him. Due to the dullness of his poetry, we have sought to refurbish it into something worth reading:
They Flee From Metal
They Flee From Metal
They flee from metal that sometime did metal seek
With naked foot, in my hidden chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and metal,
That now are sell-outs and do not remember
That sometime they worshipped metal gods
To fight false metal; and now they range,
Busily seeking albums from Britney Spears.
Thanked be Marx it would be otherwise,
And thus twenty times better; but once in special,
In corpse paint array after a pleasant guise,
When deathcore from her outskirts did fall,
And she me caught with her deep gutturalness;
Therewithall sweetly did to me temporise
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you me now?”
It was not true metal: I saw their heresy.
But all is turned through my metalness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her piousness,
And she also, to use new pop music fads.
But since that I am so kindly treated,
I would fain slay her with the steel she hath deserved.
Saturday, 25 March 2017
A scarcity of miracles
Speaking of parodies, a journalist has a 'parody' to mention:
"The bus to the Momentum conference in Liverpool leaves at seven on a Sunday morning in late September from Euston Station, and the whole journey feels like a parody of a neoliberal play about the failings of socialism. We depart an hour late because activists have overslept and we cannot go without them."
Given the Trot insistence on the theory of 'exploitation,' this seems rather to be a socialist parody of whatever this reporter supports. The recent 'right' in the neoliberal stalwart of the USA have seen increasing 'alt right' tendencies bemoaning the persistence of 'cultural Marxism.' No doubt this brave reporter has opted to attempt to exorcise any traces of cultural Marxism or socialism generally from British politics. Although they try to dissociate from these 'neoliberals,' it goes without saying that expecting a political tendency to consign itself to the void without resistance is expecting it to be other than it is. They are more 'neoliberal' than such playwrights, who nonetheless exult in their vulgarised presentation of a nuanced doctrine. Parodying socialism in a capitalist society is like writing a scathing play denouncing National Socialism, a trite commonplace and redundant at this point.
In any case, their derogatory tirade about Corbyn supporters being like 'drug addicts' is a mere personal attack and reduces things to a passive-aggressive rant. Donald Trump is better at angered ranting, for all of his flaws. Regardless, it is a rather out-of-place and demeaning characterisation. As a 19th Century vampire once noted, "I never called upon you and received a courteous reception, and then insulted you." What, then, are we to make of their later 'discussion' of Karl Marx? Presumably they 'talked' about Karl Marx as alcoholics stumble into passing strangers. And the Labour Party is afflicted with a weird case of 'blurred vision,' when people can pass themselves off as allies when they would have the Party and politics generally preach and work against you.
They piously mourn:
"MSM, they might call me – mainstream media. What it really means is: collaborator"
Of course, it could be that they were hoping to group together based on their political dedication, rather than to have people turn up looking to wantonly insult them in public. "I'm a journalist looking to talk about how you lot are drug addicts and generally despicable," seems like a dubious introduction.
Of course, it's Jeremy Corbyn's supporters who are the real drug addicts in a political sphere where the main alternatives are people who declare war over WMDs that aren't there, and Conservatives. One might wait for the no doubt stringent personal attacks the journalist was planning on delivering to these people, but it does not come - somehow. Indeed, the journalist seems to have no substantial commitment to a movement opposing significant tendencies of the present society. Evidently a supporter of anything nearing radical politics, which tends to work from an unfavourable position and an inimical society, would not weigh as a con of Corbyn that he does not instead work in harmony with the ruling system and hence have an easier task. Before one undertakes a task, says Jesus, one must weigh up the 'sacrifices' that it entails and whether you wish to take all of these. Yet seemingly anything else is met with opprobrium and denigration. And no doubt they would approve of moving Momentum out of the spotlight so that the Labour Party can be dedicated to further such attack on the Corbynites and their politics. If you would prefer something else, you are for working against Corbyn's politics - which is incredibly mild and not in the least radical. Let alone when you attack them like that while disregarding the political context where many would indeed appreciate dismissing the radical left and rubbing them 'further' into the dirt.
The general position of, "I'm your ally, really, but I hope you all die and find nothing more despicable," seems only particularly good for one thing: mud-slinging, and throwing around allegations concerning things that were said, while seeming to remain credible.
The journalist's complaints reach the following crescendo:
"The maddest suggestion I hear is that all media should be state-controlled so that they won’t be rude about a future Corbyn government and any tribute colouring books."
If there is a problem with this alleged suggestion, they are not doing a good job of it.
Yet let us end on the following note:
"The bus to the Momentum conference in Liverpool leaves at seven on a Sunday morning in late September from Euston Station, and the whole journey feels like a parody of a neoliberal play about the failings of socialism. We depart an hour late because activists have overslept and we cannot go without them."
Given the Trot insistence on the theory of 'exploitation,' this seems rather to be a socialist parody of whatever this reporter supports. The recent 'right' in the neoliberal stalwart of the USA have seen increasing 'alt right' tendencies bemoaning the persistence of 'cultural Marxism.' No doubt this brave reporter has opted to attempt to exorcise any traces of cultural Marxism or socialism generally from British politics. Although they try to dissociate from these 'neoliberals,' it goes without saying that expecting a political tendency to consign itself to the void without resistance is expecting it to be other than it is. They are more 'neoliberal' than such playwrights, who nonetheless exult in their vulgarised presentation of a nuanced doctrine. Parodying socialism in a capitalist society is like writing a scathing play denouncing National Socialism, a trite commonplace and redundant at this point.
In any case, their derogatory tirade about Corbyn supporters being like 'drug addicts' is a mere personal attack and reduces things to a passive-aggressive rant. Donald Trump is better at angered ranting, for all of his flaws. Regardless, it is a rather out-of-place and demeaning characterisation. As a 19th Century vampire once noted, "I never called upon you and received a courteous reception, and then insulted you." What, then, are we to make of their later 'discussion' of Karl Marx? Presumably they 'talked' about Karl Marx as alcoholics stumble into passing strangers. And the Labour Party is afflicted with a weird case of 'blurred vision,' when people can pass themselves off as allies when they would have the Party and politics generally preach and work against you.
They piously mourn:
"MSM, they might call me – mainstream media. What it really means is: collaborator"
Of course, it could be that they were hoping to group together based on their political dedication, rather than to have people turn up looking to wantonly insult them in public. "I'm a journalist looking to talk about how you lot are drug addicts and generally despicable," seems like a dubious introduction.
Of course, it's Jeremy Corbyn's supporters who are the real drug addicts in a political sphere where the main alternatives are people who declare war over WMDs that aren't there, and Conservatives. One might wait for the no doubt stringent personal attacks the journalist was planning on delivering to these people, but it does not come - somehow. Indeed, the journalist seems to have no substantial commitment to a movement opposing significant tendencies of the present society. Evidently a supporter of anything nearing radical politics, which tends to work from an unfavourable position and an inimical society, would not weigh as a con of Corbyn that he does not instead work in harmony with the ruling system and hence have an easier task. Before one undertakes a task, says Jesus, one must weigh up the 'sacrifices' that it entails and whether you wish to take all of these. Yet seemingly anything else is met with opprobrium and denigration. And no doubt they would approve of moving Momentum out of the spotlight so that the Labour Party can be dedicated to further such attack on the Corbynites and their politics. If you would prefer something else, you are for working against Corbyn's politics - which is incredibly mild and not in the least radical. Let alone when you attack them like that while disregarding the political context where many would indeed appreciate dismissing the radical left and rubbing them 'further' into the dirt.
The general position of, "I'm your ally, really, but I hope you all die and find nothing more despicable," seems only particularly good for one thing: mud-slinging, and throwing around allegations concerning things that were said, while seeming to remain credible.
The journalist's complaints reach the following crescendo:
"The maddest suggestion I hear is that all media should be state-controlled so that they won’t be rude about a future Corbyn government and any tribute colouring books."
If there is a problem with this alleged suggestion, they are not doing a good job of it.
Yet let us end on the following note:
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