Sunday, June 16, 2019


It’s the 
BELLIGERENCE 
and
CRUELTY, 
Stupid!

Heretics about to be burned at the stake

Recent discussions on the subject of biblical infallibility and how it relates to the punishment of sin and homosexuality in particular have prompted this article, which hopes to further examine the subject from an historical as well as a humanistic perspective. 

The accompanying illustrations tell a story all their own requiring little textual amplification.


Two male lovers at rest

I do not believe the Scriptures are infallible and meant to be taken literally any more than I  believe the Church has been right in its blanket condemnation of homosexuality. The sheer viciousness, arrogance and barbarism of the Old Testament, the dour, pessimistic, anti-human Augustinian view of Christian doctrine, the grim, joyless life-denying aspects of Calvinism, and the smug, purse-lipped, puritanical prating of modern Evangelicals and Fundamentalists have done incalculable harm to untold millions of lives by fostering the kind of self-righteousness that leads to mutual suspicion, resentment, antagonism, official persecution, and the kind of virulent hatred that has often led to violence against those perceived to hold attitudes or engage in behavior proscribed and haughtily condemned by a few verses in the Bible.

Impalement graphically depicted

Having said that I agree that The Church –– and all the rest of us –– have an inherent right to be wrong -- in each other's eyes.

However, once upon a time –– and not so very long ago –– I would not have been able to issue a statement such as the one made above, which clearly implies that the Bible is ANYTHING BUT infallible and still expect to see the sun rise on another day.


Sawing sinners in half


There is nothing more evil than SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS, which is really nothing more than a pseudo-respectable venue for venting hatred, advocating intolerance and giving an official stamp of approval to Sadistic cruelty. 

The Pear of Anguish was inserted into the anus of sodomites, the vagina of
adulteresses, and the mouths of heretics. It was capable of expanding to make
use of sharp knives contained inside designed to mutilate the body cavities of
offenders causing excruciating pain usually followed by infection and death.


The Catherine Wheel. Sinners were stretched over the spokes and
 tied down, then their limbs were systematically smashed by clubs
or hammers held by their torturers and executioners

Not even murder is worse, because an assumption of righteousness used as a motive for condemnation of things not properly one's business is a mask for the kind of conceit and overweening pride that too often leads to the most dangerous form of GroupThink –– the Lynch Mob mentality.


The Judas cradle



Sodomites and adulteresses were impaled on this device,
and then systematically tortured until death
mercifully spared them further agony

hose who oppose The Church on this issue are probably right, but that doesn't mean that they have any more right to express their views arrogantly, haughtily and with the kind of aggression that tends to foster violence than vain, puffed up, fired up Evangelicals or those Roman Catholics who not-so-secretly long for a reprise of The Inquisition.

It's the BELLIGERENCE, stupid! The  sadistic, brutal, sheer barbaric viciousness of perverted concepts of "righteousness," apparently sanctioned by the Bible, that ought to sicken us.

We've come a long way since we burned "heretics" at the Stake, and for that we should only be humbly grateful to Almighty God, who has slowly-but-surely led us out of the darkness of primitive savagery, pagan barbarism and the tragic, Mediaeval misunderstanding of Christ's Word into the Enlightenment and hopefully –– someday –– far beyond.

The Coffin Cage where sinners were horribly kept alive
for days on end while their bodies were slowly chewed
by hungry rats or pecked at random by wild birds
and insects while the cage was suspended high above
the ground outside the city gates.

Anyone who does NOT want to see a world where EVERYONE may be loved and enjoyed for who they are is PERVERTED in my never humble opinion.


The Breast Ripper designed to mutilate and tear off
the breasts of women  deemed to be witches
or adulteresses. Sometimes the women were chained
to similar devices affixed to a wall and then roughly
pulled away leaving their breasts behind.

God works in mysterious ways. He cares nothing for manmade Doctrine and Dogma –– the faulty perceptions of ignorant individuals whose motives may be highly suspect. He wants only for us to love one another and live in peace and harmony. 
Who knows? –– the admitted obnoxiousness of the Gay Rights Movement, which is really holding up a MIRROR to the twisted, mocking, hate-filled Face of the "Ignoscenti," may be a necessary step on the road to Social Salvation.
The hatred, scorn and mockery you see coming from the Gay Community today is nothing more than a REFLECTION of the abuse stated and implied they have had to endure from the Majority for countless centuries.
The REAL tragedy is the way Marxists have managed to MANIPULATE these ugly dynamics to further the ends of Cultural Marxism, the most ungodly ethos of them all. 

Ironically, obdurate religious zealots –– and the dear “Mrs. Grundys,” “Old Wet Hens,” and “Ladies Who Lynch” of this world –– have probably done more to deliver us into the hands of the Communists than all the “Greedy Capitalist Pigs” on Wall Street combined. 



If this image offends you as much or more than the other illustrations
accompanying this article, you must be the victim of a tragic mental disorder.

~ FreeThinke

Saturday, June 15, 2019




A FATHER'S PRAYER
 


Ask not, my child, what I can do for you.
Forgive what seems like stinginess today.
A lot will be required to go through
The process of discovering the right way.
Help yourself. Don't wait for me, my child.
Each one of us must learn to stand alone.
Rich rewards like Love can't be beguiled,
Seduced or bought. They must in toil be grown.
Perhaps to you I sound a bit too stern?
Remember that I've lived a longer time.
A joy cannot exist until you earn
Your way. To do it FOR you'd be a crime.
Exacting though I seem, my little one,
Respect me now, and –– later –– you'll have fun.

~  FreeThinke The Sandpiper 



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Monday, June 10, 2019




We All Should 
Wish Them Well

For all the quips and jibes and taunts
And brutal castigation
This First Family's image haunts,
And begs new valuation.

Both elegant and wholesome 
This group radiates great charm
We should feel proud 
They reached a goal some 
Tell us did no harm.

Their image, lean and lissome, 
Does great credit to their race.
To know them might be bliss. Some
Feel an urge to kiss each face.

The father’s been a failure
Many say with unchecked bile.
Rated as the Holy Grail your 
Welfare class adored his style.

Conservatives despised him
And insisted he must fail,
While the the Left who idolized him,
Thinks the Right belongs in jail. 

And so we’re now divided
Many saying we’re at war
With those we have derided
Thus forgetting what Life’s for.

Although his leftist stance
Has been essentially perverse
We should not want to dance
Upon his grave. That make things worse 

By deepening the chasm 
That now between us yawns
We kill enthusiasm
Thus darkening all our dawns.

So please try to remember
Barack with charity;
His legacy’s an ember
Now. Let’s pray Trump sets us free.


~ FreeThinke


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Sunday, June 9, 2019

An 18th-century Coffee House interior
The Coffee Cantata
J.S. Bach at a young age
Johann Sebastian Bach 
(English translation)
A typical 18th-century Coffee House exterior

RECITATIVE

Narrator: Be quiet, do not chat, And listen to what happens now: Here comes Mr. Schlendrian with his daughter Liesgen, He grumbles like a grizzly bear; hear for yourselves, what she has done to him!

  
ARIA

Schlendrian (Liesgen's other)  With children, aren't there a hundred thousand aggravations.  Whatever I, all the time and every day, tell my daughter Liesgen, lides on by with no effect.

RECITATIVE

Schlendrian: You naughty child, you wild girl, ah! When will I achieve my goal: get rid of the coffee for my sake!

Liesgen: Father sir, but do not be so harsh! If I couldn't, three times a day, be allowed to drink my little cup of coffee, in my anguish I will turn into a shriveled-up roast goat.

ARIA

Liesgen: Ah! How sweet coffee tastes, more delicious than a thousand kisses, milder than muscatel wine. Coffee, I have to have coffee, and, if someone wants to pamper me, ah, then bring me coffee as a gift!


Schlendrien: If you don't give up coffee for me, you won't go to any wedding parties, or even go out for walks.

Liesgen: Okay then! Only leave my coffee alone!

Schlendrian: Now I've got the little monkey! I will buy you no whalebone dress of the latest fashion. 

Liesgen: I can easily put up with that.

Schlendrian: You may not go to the window and watch anyone passing by!

Liesgen:  This too; but be merciful and let my coffee stay!

Schlendrian: You'll also not receive from my hand a silver or gold ribbon for your bonnet!

Liesgen:  Sure, sure! Just leave me my pleasure!

Schlendrian: You naughty Liesgen, you grant all of that to me?


ARIA

Narrator: Girls of stubborn mind are not easily won over. But if the right spot is touched, Oh! Then one can happily get far.


RECITATIVE

Schlendrian: Now do what your father says!

Liesgen: In everything but coffee.

<b>Schlendrian:</b> All right then! So you will have to content yourself with never having a husband.

Liesgen: Ah yes! Father, a husband!

Schlendrian: I swear that it will never happen.

Liesgen: Until I give up coffee? All right! Coffee, lie there now forever! Father sir, listen, I won't drink none.

Schlendrian: So finally you'll get one!


ARIA

Liesgen: Even today, dear father, make it happen. Ah, a husband! Indeed, this will suit me well! If it would only happen soon, that at last, instead of coffee, before I even go to bed, I might gain a sturdy lover!

RECITATIVE

Narrator: Now old Schlendrian goes and seeks How he, for his daughter Liesgen, might soon acquire a husband; but Liesgen secretly spreads the word: no suitor comes in my house unless he has promised to me himself and has it also inserted into the marriage contract, that I shall be permitted to brew coffee whenever I want.

CHORUS (Trio)

Cats do not give up mousing, girls remain coffee-sisters. The mother adores her coffee-habit,  and grandma also drank it, so who can blame the daughters!

~ § ~


18th -century coffee service, silver plate

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Friday, June 7, 2019

PRESIDENT TRUMP'S ADDRESS at NORMANDY on the SEVENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY of D-DAY


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