I Don't Take Advice From Suicidal NewAge Head Cases

This is not water - it's racism - and life has no meaning in it,...

"I'm Worth A Million In Prizes!"

I laugh whenever someone tries to convince me there's worth in "humility." It's like they're demanding I become David Foster Wallace, the author who committed suicide after years of being in the AA cult, and seriously reading a bunch of NewAge Self-Help books:

One surprise was the number of popular self-help books in the collection, and the care and attention with which he read and reread them. I mean stuff of the best-sellingest, Oprah-level cheesiness and la-la reputation was to be found in Wallace's library.

No surprise - the man was a loser. I knew it when I first read him. He was ashamed of being a man, which is but one possible consequence of being into NewAge. Just as, if you use "alternative" medicine and they don't work, you're told it was because you didn't "believe" enough - everything becomes your fault and the idiot who sold you that bill of goods bears no responsibility. People kill themselves over that.

No, humility isn't a male trait - not in healthy males anyway. Whether facing men or women, gay or straight - or whether you're liberal or conservative - you're either "in it to win it" or you're not:

 

 And David Foster Wallace was most definitely NOT,…

 

Perfect Madness, Indeed, Judith

The New York Times' Judith Warner (author of the book, "Perfect Madness") wrote a column on Buddhism, meditation, and "mindfulness" where she confesses to many things we at TMR have been saying:

Being part of a group that's bought into the current spiritual bullshit and laughs at thier own hypocrisy, instead of correcting it.

Being pretentious.

Being a tool of the SHAM (Self-Help and Actualization Movement).

Knowing David Foster Wallace killed himself by thinking like this.

Getting angry at her husband for pointing out she's become a silly "NewAge" person - with terrible taste in music (and being shallow enough to side with the silliness and bad taste against her devoted spouse - potential divorce material.)

Of "not being there at all" but foolishly claiming to actually "Be Here Now" - and thinking such self-imposed obliviousness has "charm".

Discovering she's actually been disconnecting from people - the exact opposite of what all this NewAge dribble claims.

Taking advice from people suffering from "depression and self-depletion" who "send,...silent good wishes to people all over the world who have problems exactly like my own." (I guess the rest of us don't matter or couldn't be of any help to anyone so troubled in the first place.)

We love this bullshit line: "I have no doubt that this meta-connectedness feels real, and indeed is real, in the abstract at least." Yea: in the abstract. Idiot talk of the highest order.

Another goody: "I’ve come lately to wonder whether meaningful bonds are well forged by the extreme solipsism that mindfulness practice often turns out to be." Right: solipsism will bring us together. Sure, dummy. Being wrong is a community organizing tool.

She acknowledges such people become evangelical in defense of their wrongness. The very thing they hypocritically hate Christians for.

Of course, selfishness, being self-absorbed - and boring - and inhuman.

Other than making her as ugly as all that, Judith Warner being a Buddhist is just the bee's knees.

And, now, multiply all that terrible nonsense by the millions - no billions - of selfish, pretentious, idiots believing in it, in our neighborhoods, college campuses, government, etc., and you start to get some scale of our problems.

Why does it seem, as the Boomers (who brought us this crap in it's modern guise) continue to assume the reigns of power, that we've "fallen and can't get up"?

This is why.

It's The March of the Lemmings - right over a cliff.

Belief: Getting The Whole Deal Backwards

"Here's something,...that's true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship - be it JC or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles - is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive."

-- David Foster Wallace, who killed himself last week, in a very moving speech that reveals his struggle with liberal NewAge self-involvement, reprinted by the Guardian U.K..

People, if you must believe in something, believe in:

You Gotta Be Stronger Than That

In writing about the suicide of writer and teacher (and MacArthur "genius" award-winner) David Foster Wallace, the New York Times described his vision of America as "a place besieged by too much data, too many video images, too many high-decibel sales pitches and disingenuous political ads". But, thank goodness, that's not how I see it. I'm one of those people who spends most of his time looking for more data, and more video; I like sales pitches and, if lying political ads bother you, then your punk ass shouldn't be anywhere near politics.

What can depress me is how other people can't make sense of it. Not as I can, anyway. Not without religion, or "spirituality", or some other pretty lie to mask the ugly ideas we all possess and encounter. Even worse, for me, is how others rarely appreciate someone who "gets it" trying to take them by the hand and walking them through it, preferring instead to act like petulant children, insisting "I can do it" when, clearly, they can't. (Look at Rielle Hunter, claiming to be a guru while searching for gurus, and seductively telling John Edwards she'll improve his credibility as she proceeded to destroy it.) Why's that so awful for me, personally? Because then I've got nothing to do but take in their shitty complaints, their bad taste in music and art, their off-the-wall political analysis, and always, always, always, their wrong-headed assessments of their own perspectives as spot-on and brilliant. That - and the fact that many of those idiots have jobs assessing these things and I don't, allowing them to pass along their twisted misgivings instead of my gee-whiz enthusiasm - can be enough sometimes, when coupled with yet another pancake dinner, to make me also want to die. But not today. No, not today.

Today, I'm sure Mr. Wallace's death is going to put someone other than me (especially his students) in a really bad place. And, I'm also sure, if someone inspired by his vision kills themselves as well, it won't make the papers. So, just in case they find this in time, I want to send them a message - with no disrespect to the memory or work of Mr. Wallace: no matter how well he phrased it, or how wittily it was presented, David Foster Wallace was a liberal and he-was-wrong. The problem is not with the modern pace of life, or American culture - or anything, other than the NewAge myths that were allowed to fester and, in part, were wrested loose from poor Mr. Wallace's head. Do not doubt me on this. I'm as sure of it as Mr. Wallace was of his perspective, and I'm still here. I'm a Conservative.

And right now, it's those two facts which make all the difference.