Godly, crunchy marriage.

There is a current argument against boundaries, driven by a sad scandal. Scott expanded this by discussing where the term boundaries came from: the 12-step movement. The idea was that this is as far as I will go and as far as I will tolerate. As Scott says. what is needed for the broken, and … Continue reading Godly, crunchy marriage.

My muse is not a horse (daily poem 61)

Baughan felt her poetry became mediocre after her youth, and (although she is a New Zealander) this poem, like many of her earlier works, reflects not New Zealand, but England. Her generation still called England "Home", as did the one that followed. She became a social activist as her gifts faded, and as her biography … Continue reading My muse is not a horse (daily poem 61)

Do not wrong [Gal 5]

One of the difficulties with my nature is that I live very much inside my head. And I see a conflict others do not. My mates in the gym know they are not perfect: they are trying to improve. Last night I watched (there is nothing on TV) the Xfit teams regionals. Only five teams … Continue reading Do not wrong [Gal 5]

Polemic satirical poem of the day 60.

I need to thank Jason, who transcribed this poem. For I like Baxter, and I like this. It is rude, bawdy, incorrect, unsafe, and very Catholic. His only error is this: Calvin would approve. And it was a good result for my current employer giving Baxter a fellowship when I was seven. A small ode … Continue reading Polemic satirical poem of the day 60.

The zampolits of a dying ideology.

I hate the zampolits. Because in their world it matters not how good you are at your job, or who is relying on your wage at home, but what you think and vote for. Only the goodthinkers, in their mind, deserve a platform. And these zampolits are hated. For we know what liberty is, and … Continue reading The zampolits of a dying ideology.

Not goodthink, truth. [John 6]

I think I have discussed this, or a parallel passage before. There are two parts to this. The first is that Jesus send them ahead, and then did the kind of thing no human can do: he played games with physics. We cannot walk on water. We are more likely to drown. That was private: … Continue reading Not goodthink, truth. [John 6]

Patriotic poem of the day 59

If America was the light on which a lamp could not be hid, a city of righteousness, a new world, a place where a protestant (and later, catholic) could live without master and follow God, set up by Puritans as a better colony, then New Zealand was later, post enlightenment, and very secular. Our founders … Continue reading Patriotic poem of the day 59

Churchian souls in peril.

The only way we can approach the throne of God is by Christ. We can not deserve it. I was watching a documentary of Evel Knevel. At the end of his life he started to ask if this was all, and turned to Christ. He then started talking to his mates, who basically said that … Continue reading Churchian souls in peril.

Poem of the day 58.

Mary Coborn-Veel was a Christchurch, NZ poet who wrote during the turn of the century. She is anthologized and appears in multiple collections. For the non Antipodeans, the Rimu, Kauri and Rata are trees, slow growth trees. Not many now remain. We go no more to the Forest (‘Nous n’irons plus au bois, les lauriers … Continue reading Poem of the day 58.

Mike hit this one outta the park.

Mike Cernovich is not always correct. But when he is... he hits it outta the park. Remember that social status is slavery. Buying expensive watches and big homes and new cars to impress other people is a form of cuckoldry. You are letting advertisers fuck you over to impress people who don’t even like you. … Continue reading Mike hit this one outta the park.