Showing posts with label Christian Science. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christian Science. Show all posts

Sunday, August 9, 2020

I'ma Do It My Self - With Turquoise


So, if you've ever wondered, "What the Hell happened to Val Kilmer?" you can now say "Christian Science" and put him with Steve Jobs, Steve McQueen, and Bob Marley, on your Bingo card of celebrities too stupid to go with REAL science, until it was too late. That choice obviously didn't kill Val, but it jacked him up pretty bad, and also scared the shit out of his daughter: 

“It was devastating. I thought that was it...People had really wanted him to get it attended to but he had faith in his body’s ability to fight it off. It was obvious he was sick but he didn’t want to go to the doctor,...He wanted to do things his way.” 

 Looks like it.
 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Beneficiaries


A silent scream echoes across this nation, every day, year in and year out, heard but by only a few:
"I had a good friend through junior high and high school whose family was Christian Science. In eighth grade, Bobby had a severe ear infection that went on for weeks. I would watch him in the yard after lunch huddled in a corner holding his ear and sobbing in pain. Eventually the infection cleared leaving Bobby deaf in that ear.

 
And then there was his sister Bonnie who was a class ahead of us. Bonnie was adorable, a cheerleader with pixie looks and a personality that just bubbled over. Everyone who knew Bonnie loved her, in particular her brother. 


In her freshman year in college, Bonnie contracted meningitis. It was not treated. She survived, but emerged brain damaged. The following year, she was in a bad automobile accident resulting in numerous broken bones that were not set leaving her deformed. In less than two years, Bonnie went from a bright, beautiful, full-of-life young woman to an approximation of Quasimoto. When I visited her after the accident, I just went home and cried.

 
When I last had any contact with Bobby, he told me he felt nothing for his parents beyond bitterness and hatred."

Multiply that. Figure out the odds. How many kids? The only number my dumb-ass knows is "zero" because that's what it's been worth. A big fat nothin'.


Bitterness and hatred are a gift in the face of life's horrors,,...
 

Saturday, February 5, 2011

"INSTAPORNDIT" HAS ARRIVED!!! (Now Don't Everybody Crowd Or You Might Scare The Girls)

Yes, that photo above does say "Gods Girls.com". Where do you think you are? We don't miss a trick (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink!) This is an emergency strategy to get the numbers up - clearly a desperate move to find more readers - so prepare yourselves for TMR's new mash-up of Instapundit and softcore porn, which we call:

INSTAPORNDIT!!!!

O.K., we know there's no one you can trust, but, other than her girlfriend, Gayle, is there anyone else who's black in Oprah's universe?

We discovered - just this morning - we're a fake man (that was told to us by a real man, of course, seen above) but we know it's not true because we eat meat. And usually with a side-dish of meat. We even eat meat oatmeal. Fuck, we looove meat oatmeal, mixed with the entrails of small illegal immigrant children - who should've been sent back home a long time ago, but nooooo! Top that, Mr. You Should Be Nicer To People.

Brazil wants to add "happiness" to their constitution. And they wonder why nobody takes them seriously.

Have you heard about the "tree octopus"? If you have, you're probably an idiot.

You wanna know why the nutcase who shot John Lennon was carrying a copy of J.D. Salinger's Catcher In The Rye? Well, figure it out, genius:
As an adult [Salinger's daughter] Peggy was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, whereupon her insurance company disputed the diagnosis and stopped her disability payments. At the time, she was losing control of her bowels and bladder and feared she'd end up destitute and unable to care for herself. She phoned her father to tell him so. "A week or two later," she writes, "something arrived in the mail. He had taken out a three-year subscription, in my name, to a monthly booklet of testimonials to miraculous healing put out by the Christian Science Church. … I would get well when I stopped believing in the 'illusion' of my sickness."
And, apparently, the Jazz great, Stan Kenton, also had some problems adjusting to the fatherly role as well:
Onstage, though, Kenton seemed far from a wild-eyed avant-gardist; his manner was buttoned down and conservative. He never appeared in less than a suit and tie and conducted himself like a combination of college professor and church leader. Early in Michael Sparke's "This Is an Orchestra!," a study of the man and his band published last year, the author quotes arranger Charlie Shirley, who calls Kenton "one of the straightest men I've ever met. Dedicated, clean, sober." Certainly bebop legend Art Pepper—a star of several Kenton orchestras who wrote a powerful memoir of his years as a junkie—perceived a world of difference between himself and his employer.

Yet "Love Affair"—a harrowing and intimate memoir by Kenton's daughter, Leslie—now reveals that he and Pepper were more alike than anyone realized. Mr. Sparke mentions that Kenton abused alcohol in later life; Ms. Kenton depicts her father as a lifelong alcoholic and such a troubled soul that you wonder at times how he could hold himself together well enough to keep his band going. Most shockingly, Ms. Kenton asserts that their own relationship was, for a time, incestuous.

Ms. Kenton's book is a fall-and-rise "recovery" memoir in the tradition of Lillian Roth's "I'll Cry Tomorrow" (1954). She worshipped her father in spite of his apparent shortcomings, and they bonded over a shared love of art and music. The tone she takes toward her father is one of forgiveness rather than accusation, and often the book reads like the tale of a taboo liaison (it's worth noting that she titled it "Love Affair," not "Daddy Dearest"). But keep in mind she was only 11 when, she says, he first forced himself on her, and only 13 when they broke the physical "affair" off.

Ms Kenton maintains that she and her father never stopped caring about each other, and she even seems to shield him from blame, claiming he suffered from dissociative identity disorder and portraying him as dominated by his controlling mother. Because Kenton had divorced Leslie's mother, her grandmother played an outsize role in her life as well. At one point, Ms. Kenton charges, her grandmother sent her off to a sanitarium without reason. On another occasion, she pushed her 10-year-old granddaughter to play "dress up" with a pair of creepy cross-dressers backstage at a theater in New York.
Ahhh, yes. According to liberals, the girl was just getting a proper education for the kind of world (and childhood upbringing) they want to introduce to everyone - free of constraints and your silly assumptions about parents and grandparents protecting kids from the likes of "creepy cross-dressers".

Now where in the world could they have gotten that idea from?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Heat Is On (And It's Eating Global Warmists)

"[James] Lovelock says the events of the recent months have seen him warming to the efforts of the 'good' climate sceptics: 'What I like about sceptics is that in good science you need critics that make you think: "Crumbs, have I made a mistake here?" If you don't have that continuously, you really are up the creek. The good sceptics have done a good service, but some of the mad ones I think have not done anyone any favours. You need sceptics, especially when the science gets very big and monolithic.'

Lovelock, who 40 years ago originated the idea that the planet is a giant, self-regulating organism – the so-called Gaia theory – added that he has little sympathy for the climate scientists caught up in the UEA email scandal. He said he had not read the original emails – 'I felt reluctant to pry' – but that their reported content had left him feeling 'utterly disgusted'.

'Fudging the data in any way whatsoever is quite literally a sin against the holy ghost of science,' he said. 'I'm not religious, but I put it that way because I feel so strongly. It's the one thing you do not ever do. You've got to have standards.'"
-- Leo Hickman, getting a quote that sounds an awful lot like a certain blogger I know - and know very well - standing up for skeptics, and standards (!) acting as The Guardian.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Catcher In The Why? What? Who? Fuck.

"In retreating from public life, [J.D. Salinger] experimented with a long list of belief systems, sending those close to him into retreat. In the 1950s, [he] acquired a guru and took up the practice of Kriya Yoga, persuading his new wife Claire to share the vibe. He eventually gave it up for the sci-fi cult of Dianetics [Scientology] before moving on to Christian Science, macrobiotics, an Atlantis cult, vomiting therapy, urine therapy, speaking in tongues, and a fertility cult.

Admitting that she once ran away from their home, his wife Claire said that her husband would regularly leave Cornish for weeks at a time to write, 'only to return with the piece he was supposed to be finishing all undone or destroyed, and some new "ism" we had to follow'. By the mid-60s, according to their daughter Margaret, Salinger had isolated Claire so much from family and friends she was 'a virtual prisoner'. She left him in 1966.

Over 40 years later, he still lives in splendid isolation; still a hero to millions, but perhaps a living endorsement of the maxim that you should never meet your heroes."


-- The Independent