Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Glenn H. Reynolds/L. Ron Hubbard: Finding Followers


Gullibility isn't partisan - or a problem

In 2011, I said "Instapundit and Dr. Helen Can't Spot Quackery," and - when it comes to flim-flam - that's still as true as ever. Listen to him:

Cult leaders take you - using anything - so you'll take others

His sister-in-law, eh? Not according to Alan Levinovitz, a religion professor at James Madison University and author of "The Gluten Lie":

His political leadership's never looked so good, huh? Spread the word!

Oooh, so close! Oh well, at least Glenn-Boy's never stopped trying to act superior to others (while helping the Right lose two-going-on-three presidential elections) which takes me back to my original criticism of good ol' Instapundit, from waaay back when we first met online:


He's running his racist operation like a crazy Tennessee cult leader,...

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

TMR's Politics Are Nuts But Crushing Your Nuts IS TMR


Increase what the poor pay for food, based on white fears and obsessions? Sure. Why not?

TMR's been on the Left's NewAge problem for so long, there's little thrill, finally, seeing it in print, elsewhere:



Drive away minority groups, based on white fears and obsessions? Sure. Why not?

And TMR's been writing about the Right's NewAge problem for so long, there's little thrill, finally, seeing it in print, either:



Discover whiteness actually erupted from Sarah Silverman's butt? Sure. Why not?

TMR would get a thrill if they'd, both, just go back to wherever it is they first originally came from,...

Sunday, January 19, 2014

People Who Make Bucket Lists Haven't Done Anything


Ha! While Ann Althouse was crying over some dumb, boring lesbo movie not winning any awards, somebody was making the movie Ann should be watching:



German, divorce, anal fissures - they locked that shit up, tight.


And I'd say, since movies like this are now also being made (AKA The Kids Are NOT Alright) it's pretty clear, culturally - just like with the racists - the hippies were probably not fooling anybody either.


Like feminism, Buddhism, NewAge and all the rest, they just forced themselves on us, when - and because - they could,…
 

Monday, October 7, 2013

It's Whitey's Fault Blacks Are So Unhappy (But It's Black People's Fault That We're Not Stating It Clearly Enough)*




Except for white people who put their stuff online for consumption and critique - politicians, journalists, bloggers, cultists, artists, etc. - there is no white person on the planet that can say The Crack Emcee follows them around, "correcting" what they say, or that I have anything more than a casual, passing interest in white people's lives (as "white people's lives") at all. Back-in-the-day, sure - my recordings reveal that - but not since I started TMR. I've fought racism (without making it my deal) in whichever direction it flew, and there is an abundance of evidence to back me up.


I, on the other hand, have a virtual army of white people who seem to have made it their duty to make sure I don't get (or am capable of spreading) the wrong ideas. If I do, they speak up - not only to "correct" me but, I guess, to let me know they're there. They monitor my "progress" as a conservative and a black, by following me around the web, reminding me of what their interpretation is or was, of whatever they think I once said, sometime. (That's even hard to write, much less, think.)


Interesting crowd, these guys - and they're all guys. They take what I write and - rather than deal with what I write or ask why I wrote it as I did - they trumpet their assumptions that, based on conventional wisdom, they KNOW why I wrote it and by God it's ______. 




Yet they know me so well!


Right now, see, I'M obsessed with race. ME. That's been told to me over and over - what I'M doing - and it has to stop. 


This has never been a "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" situation at all. And there are no very-real cultish, tribal, moving, evolving racial dynamics at play in this country for TMR to finally deal with now. No, no, no. I've been hiding my true intentions all along. You know, like white people "speak in code" (wink). 


So now, finally, I'm coming clean - get ready:


It was The Crack Emcee who shot Trayvon Martin - and I did it because I'M obsessed with wanting to get this conversation going (and as a way for ME to chase all the evil, money-donating white people from TMR - right as my spine got hurt - just before I could fulfill my not-hardly-long-awaited dream of debuting some of my new music) - and it's worked spectacularly.


I want to ask everyone reading this who's white - do you have your own personal NSA? Your own mini-counter-propaganda organs? It's flattering.


But it's also a bit like I'm still living in France, where every time I said "Hi" to an arab, the whispering would start amongst the whites. "What is he up to?" They never let up the pressure, either, or understood my dastardly intentions, no matter how many times I explained them. I'll tell you guys what they were, now, because (in hindsight) they're kinda funny:


The arabs I spoke to usually A) had a food stand or small restaurant that was open outside of the French's pre-prescribed hours for eating B) seemed to be happy Americans don't get hungry "on time" C) appreciated that arab food is a good and spicy fast food change from something slathered in white sauce that'll give me food poisoning, again, and D) that I liked a conversational environment where I didn't feel like I'd be kidnapped during the Iraq War.


Bullshit. That couldn't be it. Not according to the white French. They had their assumptions and they were sticking to them, spreading them to anybody else in the village who'd listen. And some of those, occasionally, pulled me aside "as a friend" - totally out of the blue - to offer "advice" about how to deal with all the commotion I'd caused. Me. 

Because I got a snack.


I ask you, white people, does any of this sound like a person being allowed to live a "normal" life, to you?


On behalf of TMR - the project I have to respond to the nonsense that plagues us, black and white - I would highly suggest to you, the answer is "NO" and all I'm doing, now, is everything in my power to prove it...

*Ain't it great how - if the title opens with "Whitey" immediately - the blog's numbers go up?

That's my fault, too.

Me and my damned obsessions,...
 

Monday, February 4, 2013

So Good I Need To Buy A Neon Hand With An Eye In It


I know, for a blogger, it's a silly little obsession, but once everyone understands it - and, most importantly, it's implications - it seems to become their silly little obsession as well:

"What I want to know is this: why is this legal?  Or, if it is not legal, then what can be done about it?  I'm quite sure that the clerk himself had no direct financial interest in defrauding me, and likely didn't even know he was doing it."
That's a guy named Jimmy Wales, but you'll never guess who Jimmy Wales is

I couldn't guess.


Whoa - I feel another tremor in The Force

 

Don't look now but there's more trouble brewing in La-La-Land,…
 

Monday, March 1, 2010

Our 2001 Anthrax Suspect Fit Familiar Patterns

"After the Department of Justice last month formally closed its probe of the 2001 anthrax attacks, the FBI released the first batch of documents detailing the years-long investigation that ended with officials concluding that Bruce Ivins, a government scientist who committed suicide in July 2008, was responsible for the mailings that killed five victims.

Despite being an FBI target, Ivins was often forthcoming about the details of his strange obsessions and private life. For example,...when agents executed search warrants in late-2007, an FBI supervisor asked Ivins if he was worried about those raids. Ivins said he was, noting that he did things a 'middle age man should not do,' adding that his actions would 'not be acceptable to most people.' He then noted that agents searching his basement would find a 'bag of material that he uses to "cross-dress,"' according to an interview report. During a January 2008 meeting with agents, Ivins described his bizarre decades-long 'obsession' with the Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority, and detailed how he broke into two KKG chapters to steal ritual books used by the group.

In a July 2008 e-mail, Ivins wrote that 'Dick Cheney scares me. The Patriot Act is so unconstitutional it's not even funny.' He added, 'I'm voting for Obama!'"
-- The Smoking Gun

Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Macho Response: Luna Tarlo

The Mother of God, by Luna Tarlo, relates the story of the author's three-and-a half years of harrowing spiritual bondage to her own son, Andrew Cohen, a well-known American guru. The book describes her travels in India, Europe, and the United States with Andrew and his earliest disciples, and reveals in stunning detail her parallel inner journey from loving observer, to slave-like disciple, to a final wrenching assertion of autonomy.

This book will be of interest to anyone concerned with the preservation of human dignity in the face of constant manipulation by the various "powers to be." It will be of particular interest to every individual who has ever been harmed by the influence of a guru and also to those individuals' greatly distressed families.

The abuse of power, the incessant fear, the psychology of obsession are all explored from an intimate perspective. Since brainwashing cults and their grandiose gurus are proliferating in this country and around the world, this book is not only a mother's lament, but also a finger pointing to the growing appeal everywhere of authoritarianism and absolutism.


Everyone should read that last sentence again - twice.


Saturday, May 3, 2008

Some Things Never Change

"I'm sick of all these aggressive hippies or whatever they are, the Now Generation, sort of being very uptight,...you know, either on the street or anywhere, or on the phone, demanding,...as if I owed them something,...They come to the door with a fucking peace symbol and expect to just sort of march around the house or something,...They're under the delusion of awareness,...and that's what I'm sick of. I'm sick of them, they frighten me, a lot of uptight maniacs going around wearing fuckin' peace symbols."
-- John Lennon (the "smart" Beatle) in a 1971 interview with Rolling Stone's Jann Wenner.