Sexual Orientation and the Alt-Right Media

By all standards, I’m an average European, despite having spent 15 years of my youth all over Canada. I was raised European, knowing we would return once Europe recovered from the war.

I never did fit into any pseudo-culture that aspires to call itself an ethnic melting pot because I found it too detached from the real diaspora that Europe is to this day. It’s not like I can identify with nationality as North Americans try to tokenize it, let alone, these divisions of liberal versus conservative. Europe is simply too complex for either to dominate without disastrous results. Politics is one thing, culture another. The latter is about heritage, custom and tradition, whereas politics attempts to maintain social ideals, although the question will always be; for whom and to what end? 

 

What we call “Liberal” usually has to do with free enterprise, whereas conservatism usually refers to old school ethics, though not necessarily religious. Socialism is about the rights of labourers and the disadvantaged. It is a necessary element in maintaining integrity in a diaspora as densely populated as Europe. The American alt-right can’t seem to understand the consequences that would ensue by excluding any one of these elements. Nor is it a conspiracy theory that these populist movements were instigated by your supremacist factions for want of global dominance in countries whose languages you can neither speak or nor customs you neither understand. Family divided by war and greed, I grew up in a country that suffered the consequences of such single-minded populist ignorance. I know the rhetoric, so spare me from your alt-right propaganda. Gender is just a drop in the bucket of the real problems such fanaticism presents. Transgendering, gay marriage, abortion and unisex toilets are not issues here so kindly keep instigators like Steve Bannon and Nigel Farage to yourselves. I’m just simply sick of that polemic. It fails to understand that one size does not fit all.

Season of the Witch?

Is this a fashion statement or just some kind of identity crisis? All this fanfaring to profess what to whom? Believe me, there’s more to spaecraft than mojo in little bottles, scented candles and poppets. Things they’re not going to tell you in Llewicca, no matter if you buy the whole library...and unless you really know your biophysics, you can save all that blather about energies and grounding. Hell will freeze over before I’ll ever identify with any such labels of Christian superstitious hocum. I know the real story so spare me with your grimoires and sabbats and all that other stereotypical nonsense. This is neither role play nor a game. Like with any skill, too much talk is counter-productive, so keep your voice down and put all that annoying posturing into something useful. End of rant

Pseudologic Phantoms of the Past

Back in my youth there was little in the way of what I would really define as pagan literature. Just a lot of spin offs of Rosicrucianism and Dion Fortune style esoterica, conveniently misconstrued from a medley of quasi-Levantine tradition. My mother had an affinity for that stuff, but reading through it all, it became clear that the market thrived wholly on selling enigma like it was some kind of new drug. Just a carrot on a stick to work up an exotic sense of mystical euphoria to the point of wishful thinking. No surprise the scientific community opposed it all vehemently at the time. This in turn created a futile paradox between stoic non-believers and the religiously superstitious. I was never baptized nor raised on a religious pathos, so all that rhetoric made no sense to me. Conversely, there was never any doubt in the family that the line between consciousness and causality is tenuous. My psychic abilities were seriously out of control and all those conspicuous episodes of precognition had even the hardliners spooked. It would never occur to them that I simply have a broader sense of causality than most. I can recognize patterns in randomness that define specific outcomes. Unfortunately it took another two decades for the scientific community to come to that realization. Just the same, the all too Euclidean concepts of Wicca and the likes wasn’t the answer either. A friend of mine was high priest of an Alexandrian coven in the early 1970s. He tried to interest me in their practices, to work as a channeler. By that time word had got around about my psychic acumen although I would have much preferred anonymity. Things were just getting too dangerous, as it also caught the attention of some rather dark agency of mind control. Needless to say, I left the country and thus disappeared from that scene for a couple of years. It’s just as well because German folklore has quite a different attitude to the so-called paranormal, and nowhere as freaked out over it. In fact even Carl Jung covered it extensively in his recently published “Red Book”. This is more the stuff I was raised on and the odd hand-me-downs from a Welsh gran, just a bog-standard animist throughout the whole convoluted journey. Call it witchcraft if you like. I’d rather call it the butterfly effect.

Schisms

I’ve been watching this downwards spiral since 60 years now and it still confounds me. The endless laments of a crusading persecution complex; keeping a tally of all that did one wrong, but seldom accounting for their own undoing in the whole damned equation. Don’t ask me why he keeps obsessing in this; maybe for want of a mother he never had, or some bird with a broken wing for the love he never had, as if a sex change is really going to make it all better. That delusional quest for the promise land in some exotic location. Some people just have that need to run away from themselves.

As it is “justifiable cause” can be very subjective in the ideal world of too many double standards. Having always been exempt from any norms these try to dictate, I’ve seen more benefit in avoiding moral judgments, rather, calculating my moves to leave my opponents chasing spooks. I can’t be arsed by brooding over just how screwed up humanity is. As far as I’m concerned there’s no such a thing as a perfect world anyway and it’s not like I’m looking for retributions for a life I never had and couldn’t possibly have under the overwhelming circumstances. At this stage of the game I’m just glad to be alive, so save all that fanfaring sacrificial lamb idolatry for those seeking meaning among the “god-sent” millions that came before them.

Les Miserables

  As much as I would like to celebrate June as my birthday month, things never fail to go to shit at the speed of light. It’s pretty much the same as my sentiments about full moon nights, were it not for all the nutbags. I’ve been trying to get my scooter running again to escape this malaise (even if it’s just for a day) but replacing one part has led to discovering ever more defective parts and no mechanic in sight that even wants the job. One of our beloved cats had to be put down due to a massive tumour and I got a letter from the government telling me my pension applications had to be fowarded to another department because of my internationality, so that screws up all the other pending paperwork to follow for hell knows how long. After working my butt off, I wasted a whole afternoon in town because the BF couldn’t get his car started and had to call the ADAC. It turned out the electronic locking mechanism got into a jam; but that was solved by disconnecting and reconnecting the battery (something they don’t tell you in the manual of course). Today, three people told me they want to kill themselves for reasons equally fucked up beyond all recognition, and I’m sure by the end of next week there’ll be a shitload more. Needless to say, being surrounded by so much misery is just not helping things and I’m not sure I want to discuss it with them anyway. I just want away from all this madness, out in the wilds and I don’t give a damn whether rain or shine.

Pseudo-profound Bullshit

Yep, that’s what it is when I watch some tacky North American paranormal show on TLC to bore me to sleep late at night. Aside from all the useless overpriced gadgetry, there’s usually some bible waving git professing that yon schmuck is possessed by demons from either a worn out ouija board or a bunch of half-assed Lewiccans trying to cast a circle but can’t get the cardinal points right. The amusing thing is, no amount of smudging, prayer or holy water can seem to lose the spook, so obviously these self-proclaimed exorcists are barking up the wrong tree. It’s what happens when your mate is bipolar and unwittingly keeps trying to summon their own inner schweinehund by some paranormal means. Well gee Sherlock, so what happens now?...

The Curse of Bio-fads

I don’t know what it is about health and care products these days, but they’re really going overboard with putting Aloe Vera in everything. Due to a nasty allergy to algae based foaming agents, I’ve long been unable to use any kind of toothpaste, hence, brushing my teeth with bicarb and relying on mouthwash to do the anti-bacterial. This is now becoming impossible with the addition of Aloe Vera to damn near all of them, that I’m not taking well to at all. I just spent 4 days on corticoids and novamin to overcome the severe neuralgia caused by the allergic reaction. I’m finally able to sleep on that side without the flaming throbbing pain but it’s going take another week of salt water and bicarb for the gums to desensitize. Heaven forbid whenever these companies have “new formula” emblazoned across their products. I could curse the lot to no end.

My collection of shrunken heads

Ever find yourself invited into some no-brainer non-discussion where the incumbents just post endless “pretty pictures” and meaningless quotes scavenged from google to make up for their dubious lack of interactive communication skills? It’s like those menageries of dolls and figurines kept by desperate housewives, or any item akin to hoarding where there’s not much you can say except admonish and praise each acquisition. While I could wonder what motivates such unwitting fashion statements, chances are, they don’t get out and around much. Sure, everyone has their mementos and keepsakes, especially if you’ve been around in the world, but this lot are like hapless victims in the film “Needful Things”. I don’t think I want to know what else they are trying to hide behind that kind of posturing, in hope of awe from some captive no-mind.

Something Ugly This Way Comes

I see an organized effort of pro-alt-right trolls and sock puppets stalking the internet, and not just from American and European factions but especially Russia. While some have actual identities, there are the ones who change nicks and avatars wherever convenient, leaving a trail of fake accounts behind them. It’s pure psychological warfare that likes to thrive on any open-public groups and individuals who have a large following, especially if it involves any debates on socio-political or religious issues. This is where sock puppets come into play, intent on overwhelming the target with opposition, usually spouting rhetoric in a crude derogatory way. For the more sensitive of us, this can be a real intellectual turn-off, reduced to a choice between fight or flight. Of course fight only degenerates under a barrage of cajolery, unless you have admin rights. Then it’s a matter of sussing out the fakes and banning the culprit. This is what I did to Nigel Farage on FB when he tried to come onto me with the AfD and nazi catchwords like “Lebensraum”. In the pagan world, I’ve seen these shysters come on with every kind of new age fantasm from ancient aliens to antarctic atlantis, say nothing of the Pleiadean masterrace and Dravidian lizard conspiracies. No surprise that this lot get their money from wankers like Arron Banks. The real reason behind their agenda is to befuddle people with so much utopian woowoo, that they lose all sense of healthy skepticism if not the real world altogether. Well sorry pal (no actually I’m not) but being pagan doesn’t mean I have to regard logical reasoning as some kind of throwback to a bad 50s SciFi, save the Walmart-esque pseudo-culture. Sell your snake oil and fake news elsewhere.

In this day and age of fake news and blame shifting regimes, it’s no surprise how many wannabe crusaders have fallen folly to such overpaid-overrated shills as Julian Assange, Alex Jones and David Icke. While I am sure what motivates these people has more to do with vanity beyond its wildest dreams of avarice, it’s not like Edward Snowden really proved more than what we figured all along. Yeah, let’s blame the Russians for opportunity as if embargoes are really going to stop anything. It only makes the secret deals all the more profitable for the contenders. Have we really evolved above the oneupmanship of harem building? I think not. As long as there’s something to be had on the sly, there will always be nosy neighbours and shysters. Save the conspiracy theories, most denials serve to cover up some really perversely stupid mistakes, nothing ingenious. Just follow the money if you want to know what’s really going on.