ON THANKSGIVING, DON'T THANK GOD. Thank Capitalism.

 Here's a rehash of a post I wrote on this day eight years ago:

Rush Limbaugh (may he Rest In Peace) used to tell this story every year on his show.

People who thank "God" for the Mayflower colony's abundance miss the point. God had nothing to do with it. The abundance resulted from Capitalism. Specifically, the power of private property.

Socialism - or shall we say Collectivism - is nothing new. It existed WAY before Karl Marx. The Book of Acts records the early Christians trying it (it failed). The Mayflower pilgrims also tried it.

The Mayflower Compact specified that all land was to be held in common, and all were to partake of the food that was grown. This IS the classic definition of "Socialism." It was a disaster.

That first winter, HALF of the colony died of starvation. The ones that remained were down to a ration of three kernels of corn per day. THAT is the inevitable outcome of Socialism.

William Bradford, the colony's governor, wisely broke the Compact. In their third year, the land was divided up between and among the families. Every man could grow what he wanted on his plot, and wasn't required to share it with anyone. He could keep it, eat it, trade it for someone else's produce, whatever he wanted.

The result was abundance. There was SO much food... they held a celebration.

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The three fundamental rights of Man are: Life, Liberty and Property. No one wants to think about the third (they even left it out of the Declaration of Independence) but it's just as important, just as vital, as the other two. It is strong Property rights that create wealth. And it is strong Property rights that is at the foundation of Capitalism.

We have bleeding-heart Leftists today who want the Government to spend money "researching" the "causes" of poverty. We don't need to research it; we already know the cause.

The cause of poverty is: Collectivism. Denial of the fundamental human right to private property.  The cure is Capitalism.

The Romantic Myth

To the best of my recollection:

There is one person, somewhere in this world, that is your soulmate.  You were made for each other.  This person is your "missing half" and will complete you.  In his/her arms, all of your desires will be fulfilled; nothing will be missing any more.

Your eyes will meet across a crowded room and you will instantly know that this is "the one" that was meant for you, and for whom you were meant.  You will fall in love, marry and never have an argument.  Because True Love is perfect and can never have a disagreement.

You will live happily ever after, and both die at the same moment in each other's arms. 

I wish I could remember the rest of it.

Those of us in Western culture have grown up steeped in this myth.  It's in our fairy tales we were told when little, it's in most of our music, it's in our movies, it's in the advertising that constantly bombards us, and it's even in church.  Especially in church.  We're told that there's a God up there that wants all of this for us, and will somehow magically make it all come true if only we are obedient enough.  

It's a pack of lies.

I know it's a pack of lies, and still I believe it.  Most of us still believe it on some level.  We are that steeped in it.  Like the X Files, I WANT to believe...

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Yet another victim of the Vulva

When recovering from addiction, we victims of that are told to own our feelings.  "YOU are responsible for your feelings," we are told.  "They are not anyone else's doing.  No one can 'make you feel' this or that."

Good advice for recovering addicts, but it's not universally true.  For instance, if you want to turn a dog into a mean and vicious creature, tease it.

Hold out a piece of steak to it, and when its mouth starts watering, withhold the meat.  Do this over and over, and the dog will start to get mean.  You can even turn a cat into a biting, scratching demon from Hell by doing this, although most cats will just leave your ass and move in with a neighbor.

The dog cannot be held responsible for its feelings.  You have ABUSED it by appealing to its primordial instincts, waiting for the inevitable response that is programmed into its DNA, and then frustrating it.

In today's post, we have a story about a man, who is not from this country, that was fired from his job for the crime of talking to an undercover Project Veritas hidden camera about three little girls (middle school age) in his classroom that were flashing their vulvas to him in class.

Girls and young women pull this shit ALL.  THE.  TIME.  They will flash you and then try to get you into trouble for looking.  I myself have been an intended victim of this several times.  Allow me to tell a few stories.

She was a young hottie whose apartment was very close to mine.  Mine was an upstairs apartment (and therefore difficult to peek into) and hers was downstairs in the next building, which was at a right angle to mine.

She would flash people, and one time I even saw her pussy.

She was nice looking, I was a normal male with a normal libido, and OF COURSE I enjoyed looking at her.

So one day I got called in to the super's office.  Miss Hottie Hot had turned me in for looking at her, down in the yard, from my bedroom window.  Yes, I was changing out of my work clothes.  Yes, I had left the curtains open because it was an upstairs bedroom.  There's no way anyone could have seen anything.  No, I was not masturbating.  But I was accused of doing that, and of "looking at her as if I wanted to have sex with her."

"Well, OF COURSE!" I exploded.  "She's always flashing her boobs and her pussy out there in the courtyard.  I'm sure every man in the complex, and half of the lesbians, looks at her that way."

The apartment super happened to be a young married woman who took a dim view of other women trying to steal men.  After she'd heard from a few other young married women in the complex with the same complaint about this woman, she backed off.

You know what's really disturbing about this?  She was peeking into my bedroom window.  How else would she have even noticed that I was looking at her?

My daughter, then in high school, invited her best friend over for a sleepover.  This girl was astute far beyond her years.  So the next morning, I come downstairs to make breakfast + coffee and there was this girl in a revealing nightie.  She was "well endowed" as the saying goes and her nipples were clearly visible through the not-very-opaque fabric.

"You fucking bitch!" I screamed in my mind.  I knew good & well that she knew good & well exactly what she was doing.  I did not give her the pleasure of even one peek.

And to this day I still get pissed off just thinking about the way that underaged teenager tried to bait me.

I was a computer tech.  Not a very good one back then, but eager to improve my skills.  A small local retail chain had advertised an IT position.  I applied and was called for an interview. 

The interviewer was young, pretty and wearing a short-short skirt. She proceeded to sit in front of me with her legs crossed, for the entire interview.  Once again, I screamed out in my mind "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" as I put on my best poker face and tried to emphasize my emerging skills. 

Thankfully, I didn't get the job.  This last story might not have been harassment; it might have been a flirt.  But it was in Portland, the "center of gravity" of SJWism, and she looked like a feminist:

I was in the refrigeration trade and was called for an under-counter cooler in a restaurant.  The problem required me to lie on the floor with the cooler door open, looking upwards while working on the evaporator up inside the unit.  One of the women, whether cook or waitress I don't know, would stand over me to do her work.

At some point she said, "And this is the day I decided to wear a skirt.  You'd better watch out!"

I was disgusted, and shot right back:  "And this weekend you'll be on some beach in a bikini, showing WAY more than I'll ever see here, telling your friends how some guy almost looked up your skirt."

Yeah.  I've been a target.  And could easily have become a victim.

So this poor man, not from our country, is subjected to the same harassment.  By three pubescent girls, who would sit directly in front of him and spread their legs, sometimes messing with their panties so that part of their vulvas showed.

OF COURSE he got hot & bothered.   That's a perfectly normal response for a normal (i.e., heterosexual) male of his age.  His mistake was in talking about it to a reporter that he didn't know.  A female reporter, no less.  I've only watched a few minutes of this video, but the man is clearly uncomfortable with being assaulted in the classroom with a view of young vaginas:

https://www.projectveritas.com/news/explicit-prestigious-connecticut-private-school-ed

There is no word in any of the Press reports of this incident of any punishment being meted out to the little sluts who destroyed this poor man.

Too bad he's not from this country. I would have hauled those little C-words into the Principal's office for sexual harassment.

Love is a cocktail of brain chemicals.

From an article by Loretta G. Breuning Ph.D., expert on the mammalian brain.

Dopamine...

Oxytocin...

Serotonin...

When you receive the affection of a desirable individual, it triggers lots of serotonin, even if you hate to admit it. And when you are the desired individual, receiving admiration from others, that triggers serotonin too. It feels so good that people tend to seek it again and again.

Why did the brain evolve so many different ways to motivate reproductive behavior? Because keeping your DNA alive is harder than you’d think. Survival rates are low in the state of nature, and mating opportunities are harder to come by than you might expect. ...

There is no free love in nature

Every species has a preliminary qualifying event before mating behavior. Creatures work hard for any mating opportunity that comes their way. In the end, some DNA makes lots of copies of itself, while other DNA disappears without a trace. You may say you don’t care about your DNA, but you’ve inherited a limbic system that does....

Love triggers a cocktail of neurochemicals because it’s so highly relevant to survival. But it cannot guarantee non-stop happiness. It feels like it can while you’re enjoying the cocktail, however, so your brain may learn to expect that.

"The Neurochemistry of Love", Psychology Today, 18 Feb 2018

And now, a few words from the philosophers:

Love is not self-sacrifice, but the most profound assertion of your own needs and values. It is for your own happiness that you need the person you love, and that is the greatest compliment, the greatest tribute you can pay to that person.

Ayn Rand, For The New Intellectual

To love is to value. Only a rationally selfish man, a man of self esteem, is capable of love - because he is the only man capable of holding firm, consistent, uncompromising, unbetrayed value. The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone.

Ayn Rand, The Virtue of Selfishness

Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

The myth of romantic love tells us, in effect, that for every young man in the world there is a young woman who was “meant for him,” and vice versa. Moreover, the myth implies that there is only one man meant for a woman and only one woman for a man and this has been predetermined “in the stars.” When we meet the person for whom we are intended, recognition comes through the fact that we fall in love. We have met the person for whom all the heavens intended us, and since the match is perfect, we will then be able to satisfy all of each other’s needs forever and ever, and therefore live happily forever after in perfect union and harmony.

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While I generally find that great myths are great precisely because they represent and embody great universal truths (and will explore several such myths later in this book), the myth of romantic love is a dreadful lie. Perhaps it is a necessary lie in that it ensures the survival of the species by its encouragement and seeming validation of the falling-in-love experience that traps us into marriage. But as a psychiatrist I weep in my heart almost daily for the ghastly confusion and suffering that this myth fosters.

Millions of people waste vast amounts of energy desperately and futilely attempting to make the reality of their lives conform to the unreality of the myth. 

M. Scott Peck, The Road Less Travelled

I hope to be saying a lot more about The Romantic Myth later. 

So, we have a few thoughts here on what love is... and what it isn't. 

Love is not what the Priests and Mystics say it is. 

Love is not self-sacrifice.

Love is not valueless feelings.

Love is not free.

To be continued...