Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
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In this country we literally inaugurate political events with mass child sacrifice. None of this is ritual at all, no invocation whatsoever intended. I assure you
"Democrats killing their babies is a win for us."

This is wrong both morally and practically.

1. Celebrating the death of babies is wrong, period. Don't do that. Even if some guy you really dislike has his baby killed, if you take joy in that, you're doing something incredibly wicked.
2. Leftism doesn't spread by reproduction. You're confusing left wing values with right wing values. Leftism spreads primarily through institutions; it gets to your kids when you, for example, send them to public school or to college
Forwarded from Bombadil's Athenæum
Hey dol! Merry dol! Tom's come back a-tramping,
From the silver shores of Valinor, where the waves are dancing.
Golden light and timeless day, where stars are never waning,
Tom went a-wandering far away, his heart ever singing.

Hey now! Ho now! Tom's been in the West,
Singing with the Ainur, where everything is blessed.
Lórien's gardens did he roam, with Elves and spirits fair,
But his feet grew restless for his old beloved lair.

With a hop and a skip, he left that shining land,
For the hills and the woods of the old Middle-earth stand.
Back to the barrows and the willows by the stream,
Where the Badger-brood snuffles and the Withywindle gleams.

Ho! Tom’s been a-jolly in lands so far and bright,
But none can hold his heart like these hills of ancient might.
Back to Goldberry, his river-daughter sweet,
Back to the roots of the Earth, where heart and spirit meet.

Hey dol! Merry dol! Now he's home once more,
Tom's the master in the wild, from the mountains to the shore.
Valinor was a wonder, but here he’ll ever stay,
Dancing and a-singing, till the world fades away!
Excerpt from Morals on the Book of Job bt St. Gregory the Great:

BOOK V. PARAGRAPHS 78f

ON ANGER.

Chapter 5, ver. 2. For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly man.


78.  Which same sentence would have been true, had it not been delivered against the patience of so great a man.  But let us weigh well the thing that is said, though it be made to recoil by the virtue of his hearer, that we may shew how right the matter is, which is put forth, if it were not unjustly put forth against blessed Job; since it is written, But Thou, Lord, Judgest with tranquillity. [Wisd. 12, 18]  We must above all things know, that as often as we restrain the turbulent motions of the mind under the virtue of mildness, we are essaying to return to the likeness of our Creator.  For when the peace of the mind is lashed with Anger, torn and rent, as it were, it is thrown into confusion, so that it is not in harmony with itself, and loses the force of the inward likeness.  Let us consider then how great the sin of Anger is, by which, while we part with mildness, the likeness of the image of the Most High is spoilt.  By Anger wisdom is parted with, so that we are left wholly in ignorance what to do, and in what order to do it; as it is written, Anger resteth in the bosom of a fool [Ecc. 7, 9]; in this way, that it withdraws the light of understanding, while by agitating it troubles the mind.  By Anger life is lost, even though wisdom seem to be retained; as it is written, Anger destroyeth even the wise. [Prov. 15, 1. LXX]  For in truth the mind being in a state of confusion never puts it in execution, even if it has power to discern any thing with good judgment.  By Anger righteousuess is abandoned, as it is written, The wrath of man worketh not the righeousness of God. [Jam. 1, 20]  For whereas the agitated mind works up to harshness the decision of its reasoning faculty, all that rage suggests, it accounts to be right.  By Anger all the kindliness of social life is lost, as it is written, Be not the companion of an angry man; lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul. [Prov. 22, 24. 25. not V.]  And the same writer, Who can dwell with [not V.] a man whose spirit is ready to wrath [thus V.]? [Prov. 18, 14]  For he that does not regulate his feelings by the reason that is proper to man, must needs live alone like a beast.  By Anger, harmony is interrupted; as it is written, A wrathful man stirreth up strife, and an angry man diggeth up sins. [Prov. 15, 18. not as V. or LXX]  For ‘an angry man diggeth up sins,’ since even bad men, whom he rashly provokes to strife, he makes worse than they were.  By Anger the light of truth is lost; as it is written, Let not the sun go down upon your wrath. [Eph. 4, 26]  For when wrath brings into the mind the darkness of perturbation, God hides therefrom the ray of the knowledge of Himself.  By Anger the brightness of the Holy Spirit is shut out.  Contrary whereunto, it is written according to the old translation, Upon whom shall My Spirit rest, saving upon him that is humble and peaceful, and that trembleth at My words? [Is. 66, 2]  For when He mentioned the humble man, He forthwith subjoined the word ‘peaceful;’ if then Anger steals away peace of mind, it shuts its dwelling place against the Holy Spirit, and the soul being left void by Its departure, is immediately carried into open frenzy, and is scattered away to the very surface from the inmost foundation of the thoughts. 
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
Excerpt from Morals on the Book of Job bt St. Gregory the Great: BOOK V. PARAGRAPHS 78f ON ANGER. Chapter 5, ver. 2. For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly man. 78.  Which same sentence would have been true, had it not been delivered…
79. For the heart that is inflamed with the stings of its own Anger beats quick, the body trembles, the tongue stammers, the countenance takes fire, the eyes grow fierce, and they that are well known are not recognised. With the mouth, indeed, he shapes a sound, but the understanding knows nothing what it says. Wherein, then, is he far removed from brain-struck [arreptitiis] persons, who is not conscious of his own doings? Whence it very often comes to pass that anger springs forth even to the hands, and as reason is gone the further, it lifts itself the bolder. And the mind has no strength to keep itself in, for that it is made over into the power of another. And frenzy employs the limbs without in dealing blows, in proportion as it holds captive within the very mind, that is the mistress of the limbs. But sometimes it does not put out the hands, but it turns the tongue into a dart of cursing. For it implores with entreaty for a brother's destruction, and demands of God to do that, which the wicked man himself is either afraid or ashamed to do. And it comes to pass that both by wish and words he commits a murder, even when he forbears the hurting of his neighbour with the hands. Sometimes when the mind is disturbed, anger as if in judgment commands silence, and in proportion as it does not vent itself outwardly by the lips, inwardly it burns the worse, so the angry man withholds from converse with his neighbour, and in saying nothing, says how he abhors him. And sometimes this rigorousness of silence is used in the economy of discipline, yet only if the rule of discretion be diligently retained in the interior. But sometimes whilst the incensed mind foregoes the wonted converse, in the progress of time it is wholly severed from the love of our neighbour, and sharper stings arise to the mind, and occasions too spring up which aggravate her irritation, and the mote in the eye of the angry man is turned into a beam, whilst anger is changed into hatred. It often happens that the anger, which is pent up within the heart from silence, burns the more fiercely, and silently frames clamorous speeches, presents to itself words, by which to have its wrath exasperated, and as if set in judgment on the case, answers in exasperation exceeding cruelly: as Solomon implies in few words, saying, But the expectation of the wicked is wrath. [Prov. 11, 23] And thus it is brought to pass that the troubled Spirit finds louder riot in its silence, and the flame of pent-up anger preys upon it the more grievously. Hence a certain wise man said well before us, The thoughts of the angry man are a generation of vipers, they devour the mind which is their mother. [d]


80. But we are to know that there be some, whom anger is somewhat prompt in inflaming, but quickly leaves them; while there are others whom it is slow in exciting, but the longer in retaining possession of. For some, like kindled reeds, while they clamour with their voices, give out something like a crackle at their kindling: those indeed speedily rise into a flame, but then they forth with cool down into their ashes; while others, like the heavier and harder kinds of wood, are slow in taking fire, but being once kindled, are with difficulty put out; and as they slowly stir themselves into heat of passion, retain the longer the fire of their rage. Others again, and their conduct is the worst, are both quick in catching the flames of anger, and slow in letting them go; and others both catch them slowly, and part with them quickly. In which same four sorts, the reader sees clearly that the last rather than the first approaches to the excellence of peace of mind, and in evil the third is worse than the second. But what good does it do to declare how anger usurps possession of the mind, if we neglect to set forth at the same time, how it should be checked?
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
79. For the heart that is inflamed with the stings of its own Anger beats quick, the body trembles, the tongue stammers, the countenance takes fire, the eyes grow fierce, and they that are well known are not recognised. With the mouth, indeed, he shapes…
81. For there are two ways whereby anger being broken comes to relax its hold upon the mind. The first method is that the heedful mind, before it begins to do any thing, set before itself all the insults which it is liable to undergo, so that by thinking on the opprobrious treatment of its Redeemer, it may brace itself to meet with contradiction. Which same, on coming, it receives with the greater courage, in proportion as by foresight it armed itself the more heedfully. For he, that is caught by adversity unprovided for it, is as if he were found by his enemy sleeping, and his foe dispatches him the sooner, that he stabs one who offers no resistance. For he, that forecasts impending ills in a spirit of earnest heedfulness, as it were watching in ambush awaits the assault of his enemy. And he arrays himself in strength for the victory in the very point wherein he was expected to be caught in entire ignorance. Therefore, before the outset of any action, the mind ought to forecast all contrarieties, and that with anxious heed, that by taking account of these at all times, and being at all times armed against them with the breastplate of patience, it may both in foresight obtain the mastery, whatever may take place, and whatever may not take place, it may account gain. But the second method of preserving mildness is that, when we regard the transgression of others, we have an eye to our own offences, by which we have done wrong in the case of others. For our own frailty, being considered makes excuse for the ills done us by others. Since that man bears with patience an injury that is offered him, who with right feeling remembers that perchance there may still be somewhat, in which he himself has need to be borne with. And it is as if fire were extinguished by water, when upon rage rising up in the mind each person recalls his own misdoings to his recollection; for he is ashamed not to spare offences, who recollects that he has himself often committed offences, whether against God or against his neighbour, which need to be spared.
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
81. For there are two ways whereby anger being broken comes to relax its hold upon the mind. The first method is that the heedful mind, before it begins to do any thing, set before itself all the insults which it is liable to undergo, so that by thinking…
82. But herein we must bear in mind with nice discernment that the anger, which hastiness of temper stirs is one thing, and that which zeal gives its character to is another. The first is engendered of evil, the second of good. For if there was no anger originating in virtue, Phinees would never have allayed the fierceness of God's visitation by his sword. Because Eli lacked such anger, he quickened against himself the stirrings of the vengeance of the Most High to an implacable force. For in proportion as he was lukewarm towards the evil practices of those under his charge, the severity of the Eternal Ruler waxed hot against himself. Of this it is said by the Psalmist, Be ye angry, and sin not. [Ps. 4, 5 Vulg.] Which doubtless they fail to interpret aright, who would only have us angry with ourselves, and not with others likewise, when they sin. For if we are bidden to love our neighbours as ourselves, it follows that we should be as angry with their erring ways as with our own evil practices. Of this it is said by Solomon, Anger [so Vulg.] is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. [Ecc. 7, 3] Of this the Psalmist saith again, Mine eye is [V. thus] disturbed because of anger [prae ira. Vulg. a furore]. [Ps. 6, 8] For anger that comes of evil blinds the eye of the mind, but anger that comes of zeal disturbs it. Since necessarily in whatever degree he is moved by a jealousy for virtue, the world of contemplation, which cannot be known saving by a heart in tranquillity, is broken up. For zeal for the cause of virtue in itself, in that it fills the mind with disquietude and agitation, presently bedims the eye thereof, so that in its troubled state it can no longer see those objects far up above, which it aforetime clearly beheld in a state of tranquillity. But it is brought back on high with a more penetrating ken by the same means, whereby it is thrown back for a while so as to be incapable of seeing. For the same jealousy in behalf of what is right after a short space opens wider the scenes of eternity in a state of tranquillity, which in the mean season it closes from the effects of perturbation. And from the same quarter whence the mind is confounded so as to prevent its seeing, it gains ground, so as to be made clear for seeing in a more genuine way; just as when ointment is applied to the diseased eye, light is wholly withheld, but after a little space it recovers this in truth and reality by the same means, by which it lost the same for its healing. But to perturbation contemplation is never joined, nor is the mind when disturbed enabled to behold that, which even when in a tranquil state it scarcely has power to gaze on; for neither is the sun's ray discerned, when driving clouds cover the face of the heavens; nor does a troubled fountain give back the image of the beholder, which when calm it shews with a proper likeness; for in proportion as the water thereof quivers, it bedims the appearance of a likeness within it.
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
82. But herein we must bear in mind with nice discernment that the anger, which hastiness of temper stirs is one thing, and that which zeal gives its character to is another. The first is engendered of evil, the second of good. For if there was no anger…
83. But when the spirit is stirred by zeal, it is needful to take good heed, that that same anger, which we adopt as an instrument of virtue, never gain dominion over the mind, nor take the lead as mistress, but like a handmaid, prompt to render service, never depart from following in the rear of reason. For it is then lifted up more vigorously against evil, when it does service in subjection to reason; since how much soever our anger may originate in zeal for the right, if from being in excess it has mastered our minds, it thereupon scorns to pay obedience to reason, and spreads itself the more shamelessly, in proportion as it takes the evil of a hot temper for a good quality; whence it is necessary that he who is influenced by zeal for right should above all things look to this, that his anger should never overleap the mind's control, but, in avenging sin, looking to the time and the manner, should check the rising agitation of his mind by regulating it with nicety of skill, should restrain heat of temper, and control his passionate emotions in subjection to the rule of equity, that the punisher of another man may be made more just, in proportion as he has first proved the conqueror of himself; so that he should correct the faults of transgressors in such away, that he that corrects should himself first make advancement by self-restraint, and pass judgment on his own vehemency, in getting above it, lest by being immoderately stirred by his very zeal for right, he go far astray from the right. But as we have said, forasmuch as even a commendable jealousy for virtue troubles the eye of the mind, it is rightly said in this place, For wrath killeth the foolish man; as if it were in plain terms, ‘Anger from zeal disturbs the wise, but anger from sin destroys the fool;’ for the first is kept in under the control of reason, but the other lords it over the prostrate mind in opposition to reason.
Forwarded from Bear Core (DrGummyBears)
Bro. Just come live in the woods Bro. It's perfectly safe to live alone in the woods. You can be out here at night with no flashlight and there's mushrooms to forage.
If the product you make can be marketed as a subscription, it's more profitable to do so. If your morals put you above this, you lose the economic war.

From a recent post:

Evil is typically more powerful than good. Bad men delight in weapons that good men spurn. Success in past conflicts, political or military, is not Bayesian evidence of moral superiority. It is just the opposite.


This is a pattern to familiarize yourself with. The world is corrupt; our nation is corrupt. Consequently, success usually implies corruption. If you hold off on the latest immoral trend, you lose. Good men spurn the subscription, but evil men profit from it.

In our decadent society, the subscription model exemplifies the moral decay that permeates modern commerce. What began as a straightforward method for accessing ongoing services has morphed into a tool for corporations to bleed their customers dry. The appeal to businesses is clear: guaranteed revenue streams, increased "customer lifetime value," and the potential for effortless profit. But at what cost?

This model preys upon the weak-minded, exploiting our tendency to underestimate small, recurring charges. It creates artificial scarcity, restricting features or content to force users into higher-tier subscriptions. It leads many businesses to deliberately obstruct the cancellation process, hoping customers will simply forget about the recurring charge. It ordains that the products you purchase no longer belong to you in the conventional sense.

The subscription model is but one symptom of a broader disease. In every sector of our society, we see corruption rewarded and virtue punished. Corporations that aggressively dodge taxes thrive while honest businesses struggle. Politicians who sell their souls to lobbyists rise to power, leaving principled leaders in the dust. Financial institutions that engage in usury and deception generate obscene profits. Media outlets that peddle in lies and sensationalism capture the largest audiences, drowning out voices of truth.

The uncomfortable reality is that in a system that worships at the altar of growth and profit, ethical behavior becomes a liability. Those willing to sacrifice their integrity on the pyre of progress are rewarded with market dominance and financial success. This creates a vicious cycle where depravity becomes the norm, expected and even celebrated in the halls of power and commerce.

But let this not be a call to join the ranks of the corrupt. Rather, it is a clarion call to embrace the ancient virtues of poverty, simplicity, and self-reliance.

We must reject the siren song of consumerism and build parallel systems that align with our values. This means creating local economies based on trust and mutual aid, not exploitation. It means embracing traditional skills and craftsmanship over mass-produced, disposable goods. It means finding contentment in sufficiency rather than excess.

Preparing for hard times is not just prudent; it is a foundational moral imperative. By voluntarily embracing asceticism now, we build the resilience needed to weather the storms that are surely coming. Learn to grow your own food, repair your own goods, and find joy in simple pleasures. Cultivate communities of like-minded individuals who understand the value of virtue over profit.

Success in this corrupt world often comes at the cost of one's soul. But what profit is there in gaining the whole world if you forfeit your integrity? By choosing the path of voluntary poverty, we free ourselves from the chains of a system designed to corrupt and control. We become impossible to bribe, difficult to threaten, and impervious to the temptations that ensnare so many.

By choosing integrity over material gain, we may indeed "lose" by the metrics of this fallen world. But we stand to gain something far more precious: a life aligned with timeless values, rich in meaning, genuine human connection, and a connectedness with our Lord. In a world where corruption masquerades as success, choosing the path of principled poverty becomes a radical act of defiance.
The full moon cast an eerie glow over the dense forest. Five members of the Evergreen County Search and Rescue team trudged through the underbrush, their flashlights cutting through the oppressive darkness. They had been searching for hours, seeking any sign of the missing hiker, Chad Pilgrim, who had ventured into these woods three days ago and never returned.

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Cap," muttered John McIntyre, the team's medical expert, as he swatted away a mosquito the size of a small bird.

Captain Wretched Sinner, a man whose name was as impressive as his mustache, grunted in response. "Keep your wits about you, team. These woods... they're not natural."

As if on cue, a twig snapped in the distance. The team froze, their breaths catching in their throats.

"What was that?" whispered Arthur Schopenjuper, the rookie, his voice cracking like a pubescent boy's.

"Probably just a squirrel," replied Jeff Dobbs, the team's tracker. But his hand instinctively tightened around his hunting knife.

They pressed on, the shadows seeming to grow longer with each step. The trees loomed overhead, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers, ready to snatch unwary rescuers.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the night air. It wasn't human – it was too high-pitched, too... mechanical.

"What in the name of all that's holy was that?" gasped Theodulfo Borfoni, the team's equipment specialist.

Before anyone could respond, a figure burst through the undergrowth. In the beam of their flashlights, they saw a sight which horrified them into a motionless stupor.

It was a man, but not just any man. His chin – dear God, his chin – was impossibly large, jutting out like the bow of a ship. His hair was a perfect silver coif, defying the laws of nature and hairspray.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the figure called out. "You folks look like you could use a good laugh!"

The team stood frozen in horror as they realized who – or what – stood before them.

"Dear Lord," whispered Captain Sinner, "it's... it's Jay Leno."

Jay's eyes glinted maniacally in the moonlight. "Why the long faces? Did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut? He just needed a little space!" His distinctive chuckle echoed through the trees, sending shivers down their spines.

McIntyre let out a strangled sob. "Make it stop," he pleaded.

But Jay was unstoppable now. He advanced on the team, each step punctuated by another terrible joke. "Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!"

Schopenjuper fell to his knees, clutching his ears. "No more! Please, no more!"

The team tried to run, but they found themselves surrounded by a sea of dad jokes.

"What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!" Leno bellowed, his chin somehow growing even larger as he spoke.

Borfoni let out a primal scream of anguish. "We came to save someone, but who will save us?"

Jay swiveled towards Dobbs, his eyes locking onto the tracker like a predator's. "Hey, you look like an outdoorsy type! What did the tree say to autumn? Leaf me alone!"

Dobbs, who had been quietly trying to plot an escape route, sank to the ground, mumbling incoherently about wanting to be lost in the woods forever if it meant escaping this comedic nightmare.

As the night wore on, the forest echoed with the sound of forced laughter and the sobs of the damned. The search and rescue team had found something far worse than they could have imagined. They had found Jay Leno, and there was no escape.

In the days that followed, hikers reported hearing strange sounds in the woods – the groan of tortured souls and the echo of terrible jokes which were always, always, followed by that unmistakable Leno chuckle.

The Evergreen County Search and Rescue team was never seen again. Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear their anguished cries.

As for Chad Pilgrim, the original missing hiker? Legend has it he stumbled out of the woods weeks later, his hair turned white, muttering something about "the good old days of American television." Chad was never the same again
🇺🇸🤝✉️ — Tucker Carlson on Twitter/X:

Pavel Durov left Russia when the government tried to control his social media company, Telegram.

But in the end, it wasn’t Putin who arrested him for allowing the public to exercise free speech.

It was a western country, a Biden administration ally and enthusiastic NATO member, that locked him away.

Pavel Durov sits in a French jail tonight, a living warning to any platform owner who refuses to censor the truth at the behest of governments and intel agencies.

Darkness is descending fast on the formerly free world


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🇺🇸🤝✉️ — Tucker Carlson on Twitter/X: Pavel Durov left Russia when the government tried to control his social media company, Telegram. But in the end, it wasn’t Putin who arrested him for allowing the public to exercise free speech. It was a western country…
Daily Reminder that pretty much everyone who calls themselves "right wing," even "ultra right" and "traditionalist-leaning" are just libs whose minds are trapped by 17th century enlightenment notions like "freedom," "human rights," and "free speech."

Sorry to say, but not even here at The Daily Poor can you get true right wing content. It's just never been tried before.