For some odd reason, she did not find this funny. I really don't get why- in my opinion, there is nothing more enjoyable for a real older brother than beating the ever-lovin' snot out of some jerkwad that disrespects his kid sister.
What these many changes in perspective have done for my life is too big to even try to explain. I just decided to act like a man. Get up when you fall, try to never complain, use logic, ditch self pity, do your job better than yesterday, etc., and so on. My health is changed completely as well. Two years ago, this would have taken weeks to get over.
|Pretty much that.|
I do hope you’re sitting down. A story has broken which caused its main protagonist to state: “If I had known that there would be this media circus, I would've done a lot of things differently.” Forget Isis and a flaming Middle East….a man has talked about quitting his job to be a parent. Dah.Dah.Dah!Now before you stop reading because I’ve totally undermined the premise of my own ramblings, this is a big deal, and not - as I presumed upon reading the story this morning - because time-travel has been invented and we’re reading this in the 1950s.It’s a big, irritating, stupid deal because women quit their jobs every single day because they feel the weight of parental guilt; they commonly leave jobs they love because they’re collapsing with the exhaustion of running a house and keeping husbands and bosses (relatively) happy. They are flat out from knowing which kids need which PE kit on which days of the week and which ones are being bullied and which ones are posting naked selfies online. They are quitting jobs – even though they need the money – because ‘having it all’ has become an ironic slogan of noughties naivety.And in the middle of this meltdown along comes a 56-year-old man, Mohamed El-Erian, who thanks to his daughter’s awesome guilt-trip has a Damascene conversion because his “need to be a good father was greater than his need to be a good investor”. Oh yes – I forgot to mention that bit: when he made this historical decision he was the head of a $1.9 trillion bond business (Pimco, the world's biggest), living in a Brangelina-style LA mansion with a pool, tennis courts and an army of staff. He made $100 million in 2011 alone. Gee, it must have been so hard to make that call… [Didact: Actually, I suspect it was very difficult, for reasons I'll outline below.]
Had this been the heart-breaking tale of a single-father on the verge of poverty who left his cleaning job to spend time with his 10-year-old daughter who does homework by candle-light whilst surviving on dry corn-flakes, I’d have been slightly more moved (and waiting for Kay Mellor to write an ITV drama out of it), but the depiction of Mohamed El-Erian as making some sort of radical sacrifice is at best bizarre and at worst pernicious.
It contains the assumption that super-wealthy men are somehow more virile, more masculine and couldn’t possibly leave the thrusting world of global banking to do the school-run. [Didact: Anyone who says this has clearly never seen the insane schedule of meetings and conference calls that senior executives have to deal with.] Ask any parent – whether they hoover up carpets or spare financial assets – and they will tell you that parenting well is tougher than any job outside the home. Negotiating commissions on a $50million deal is a piece of p*** compared to getting a determined 10-year-old to clean her teeth. Coincidentally, it was that very situation which tipped El-Erian over the edge: “About a year ago,” he wrote: “I asked my daughter several times to do something - brush her teeth, I think it was - with no success. I reminded her that it was not so long ago that she would have immediately responded, and I wouldn’t have had to ask her multiple times; she would have known from my tone of voice that I was serious. She asked me to wait a minute, went to her room and came back with a piece of paper. It was a list that she had compiled of her important events and activities that I had missed due to work commitments. Talk about a wake-up call. The list contained 22 items, from her first day at school and first soccer match of the season to a parent-teacher meeting and a Halloween parade. And the school year wasn’t yet over.I felt awful and got defensive: I had a good excuse for each missed event! Travel, important meetings, an urgent phone call, sudden to-dos…”
|It's not difficult to figure out which one is objectively better for society.|
|Sold at a ridiculous markup. Just like the iPhone.|
|Ah, yes, the almighty Blue Screen of Death. Now in mobile form.|
My dear XYZ,
There is no point in attempting to explain colour to the blind. The truths on the ground are self-evident- I saw them in Israel when I was there myself. I do not hope to convince you of the validity of my arguments; there is scarcely any point in attempting to convince those who do not wish to see. All I can do is point out the facts and hope that at some point, you figure out the truth for yourself.
You say that Israel has a right to exist. If so, by definition you logically agree that Israel has a right to defend itself. You cannot have one without the other- they are two sides of the same coin. If so, you must also acknowledge the wanton aggression that Israel has had to deal with for the past 10 years. For a decade, they have endured daily rocket attacks from enemies who are literally at- and in some cases under- their doorstep. They have withstood kidnappings, murders, and bombings. In the face of severe and never-ending provocations, the Israelis have exercised restraint and caution, and only when it became clear that there would be no diplomatic settlement did they engage in a military operation.
So you tell me- who is morally right?
You say that Israel is far richer and stronger than Palestine. Did you ever wonder how they got that way? The Israelites did it through hard work, trade, and economic growth- slowly, painfully, with many mistakes along the way. The Palestinians, like most Arabs, are economic basket-cases. They have received nearly half a billion dollars in aid from American taxpayers alone, and that's just under the Obama so-called "administration", and all they do is funnel that money toward weapons and propaganda and hatred, instead of building roads and schools and infrastructure.
So you tell me- who has the greater wisdom?
You say that the Israelis have an extremely powerful political lobby here in the USA, and that is unquestionably true. You forget, though, that whenever Israel goes to war- with complete justification each and every time due to the duress of extreme provocation- it does so with the entire weight of world opinion against it. Recently a number of high-profile movie stars and celebrities signed an open letter condemning Israeli attacks on Palestinian homes and hospitals- but they never stopped to acknowledge the fact that the Israelis heed the Laws of War to a degree never seen before in the history of human warfare. Despite what you have been taught to believe, the Israelis do not indiscriminately target civilians; they warn their enemies well ahead of time to evacuate, and have repeatedly called off strikes on legitimate enemy targets for fear of killing the innocent.
The leadership of Hamas, by contrast, tells those same civilians to stay in place, to become targets for Israeli bombs, and uses their deaths to paint Israel in the worst possible light. They succeed, too, because the world sees what it wants to see.
So you tell me- who is the more humane, the more decent?
You say that this conflict can never have a peaceful resolution, yet you never acknowledge the real reason why. When Ehud Barak was Prime Minister of Israel, he made a peace offering of unprecedented scale and scope to Yasser Arafat and the Palestinian people. He offered full statehood, international recognition, financial aid, and Jerusalem as a split capital of both nations. He offered to pull settlers out of the occupied territories, to end the occupations of Gaza and the West Bank, and to turn over vast amounts of Israeli territory to the Palestinians, all in the name of peace.
Arafat's response was to depart the peace talks in a whirlwind of publicity and go on a "magical mystery tour", as President Clinton angrily called it at the time, of the Arab nations, who warmly greeted a thug and a terrorist as a great leader.
Israel has done everything possible to secure peace- has done more than any other nation in history, has conceded everything she could short of destroying herself as a nation. And yet the Palestinians will accept no peace that does not come from seeing every last Jew driven into the sea and killed outright.
So you tell me- who truly wants peace, and who truly wants war?
You say that we need an international buffer zone to stop the Jews and the Arabs from killing each other. You forget that this was part of the original terms of partition in 1947. Jerusalem was to become an international city, administered by the UN. That lasted about as long as peace did between the Jews and the Palestinians following the Declaration of Independence- which is to say, all of about five minutes. This has been tried before. It has failed. And it is beyond dispute that Israel's sovereign borders are now its own to defend as it sees fit- no other nation should ever have any say in the subject during peacetime, and certainly not a body as corrupt, as useless, and as deeply misguided as the United Nations.
In the end, the facts are what they are. It is up to you to decide what you will do with them. All I can do is try to point them out.
To take that last first, the sentiment might go like this: “Dear Europe: We are someday going to have to go full Auschwitz on the Palestinians, a simple example-setting Lidice or two won’t do. So sorry, but when it’s that or death for us, they lose. We know you could probably defeat us if you a) really tried and b) could somehow cooperate without the Americans in charge. Then, too, you might actually try under pressure of the ICOTESCAS (International Community of the Ever so Caring and Sensitive). That will be the end of us, of course, if you can work together, and so if you try we’re going to kill your people in job lots and do our level best to extinguish your civilization. So if we have to go full on Endlosing with the Palis, boys and girls, you need to acquire a strong sense of Keep Your Fracking Hands Off!”
This, indeed, is the only way to achieve peace: with the outright annihilation of one people by another.Yeah, that’s pretty extreme, but, ya know, “Survival Cancels Programming.”
|I've met the people. They're not too bad... as long as they're drunk.|
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget;For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.There are no folk in the whole world so helpless or so wise.There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:Only you do not know us. For we have not spoken yet.
The fine French kings came over in a flutter of flags and dames.We liked their smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.The blood ran red to Bosworth and the high French lords went down;There was naught but a naked people under a naked crown.And the eyes of the King's Servants turned terribly every way,And the gold of the King's Servants rose higher every day.They burnt the homes of the shaven men, that had been quaint and kind,Till there was no bed in a monk's house, nor food that man could find.The inns of God where no man paid, that were the wall of the weak.The King's Servants ate them all. And still we did not speak.
And the face of the King's Servants grew greater than the King:He tricked them, and they trapped him, and stood round him in a ring.The new grave lords closed round him, that had eaten the abbey's fruits,And the men of the new religion, with their bibles in their boots,We saw their shoulders moving, to menace or discuss,And some were pure and some were vile; but none took heed of us.We saw the King as they killed him, and his face was proud and pale;And a few men talked of freedom, while England talked of ale.
A war that we understood not came over the world and wokeAmericans, Frenchmen, Irish; but we knew not the things they spoke.They talked about rights and nature and peace and the people's reign:And the squires, our masters, bade us fight; and scorned us never again.Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing notThe strange fierce face of the Frenchmen who knew for what they fought,And the man who seemed to be more than a man we strained against and broke;And we broke our own rights with him. And still we never spoke.
Our patch of glory ended; we never heard guns again.But the squire seemed struck in the saddle; he was foolish, as if in pain,He leaned on a staggering lawyer, he clutched a cringing Jew,He was stricken; it may be, after all, he was stricken at Waterloo.Or perhaps the shades of the shaven men, whose spoil is in his house,Come back in shining shapes at last to spoil his last carouse:We only know the last sad squires rode slowly towards the sea,And a new people takes the land: and still it is not we.
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.
We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our restGod's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.
-- "The Secret People", by G.K. Chesterton
After the dust appeared to have settled from the storm created by the alleged hacking of celebrity iCloud accounts, a new wave of stolen nude celebrity photos have been published online - and actress Gabrielle Union confirmed the photos of her are genuine.
Union said in a statement to TMZ alongside her husband Dwyane Wade 'it has come to our attention it has come to our attention that our private moments, that were shared and deleted solely between my husband and myself, have been leaked by some vultures.'
'I can’t help but to be reminded that since the dawn of time women and children, specifically women of color, [Didact: Lord, here we go...] have been victimized, and the power over their own bodies taken from them,' the statement also said. 'These atrocities against women and children continue worldwide.'
In the wake of the stolen images, Union is reaching out to the FBI, TMZ reported.'For anyone out there also being affected by these and other hacking and hate crimes - We send our love, support and prayers,' the statement also said. ' We have done nothing wrong.' [Didact: Other than posting naked pictures of yourself on a cloud service that can be hacked, that is...]The other previously unseen images are alleged to feature reality TV star Kim Kardashian, American goalkeeper Hope Solo and actresses Kaley Cuoco and Vanessa Hudgens.
They also reportedly include Nashville star Hayden Panettiere, singer Avril Lavigne and actress-turned-fashion designer Mary-Kate Olson.
It comes just three weeks after naked photos of actress Jennifer Lawrence and '100 other stars', including supermodel Kate Upton and actress Aubrey Plaza, were published online.
Although most of the latest victims were named on an original list of targeted celebrities, posted by a hacker to the anonymous image-sharing forum 4chan last month, Kim, also 33, was not.
|To be as fair as possible, it would be weird NOT to want to get an eyeful of that...|
Jenny McCarthy, easily the finest female specimen ever to appear on estrogen-addled daytime-TV squawkfest The View, recently upset the eternally offended Gay Lobby by insinuating what most of the Western world has insinuated for decades—that Hillary Clinton has a taste for female flesh.
Even though being gay is supposed to be cool, Clinton supporters balked and blanched and belched at the allegation not because being a Daughter of Sappho is a matter of shame, but because Clinton is on record denying it, which would make her a liar in the grand tradition of her husband. [Didact: And her husband is a far better and more accomplished liar, to boot.]
Assuming that Clinton does not die from herpes nor succumb to a fatal blood clot between now and 2016 when it is presumed she would be a shoo-in for the Democratic nomination for president, would it really matter if she were, to put it in the vulgar argot of sailors and longshoremen, a clam-licker?
I would go much farther than this and argue that if you're going to vote for the Lizard Queen in the next election, you're clinically insane.Not as much as one might think. [...]I’m going to go way out on a limb and assume that “p***y” does not mean “putty” or “poopy.” And I’ll lowball this and assume that, say, Bill Clinton never ate a pussy in his life. [Didact: If I recall correctly, he got the nickname "Slick Willy" for more than just his effortless charm...] According to Flowers, that would mean that Hillary Clinton has eaten at least one pussy, which would qualify her as at least bisexual if not a full-blown, fire-breathing, scorpion-tailed, claw-wielding lesbian.But again—does it matter?It should if you’re a male. By definition, lesbians dislike men. They take your everyday, run-of-the-mill, been-there-done-that misandry that forms the bedrock of all latter-day feminism a step further by rejecting not only the idea of maleness, but the very male body itself. The idea of a man-hating, pants-suit-wearing, oyster-gobbling woman sitting in the Ovary Office should make any right-thinking American male’s testicles retreat slightly up into his body.