What Should We Listen To “From the Mouths of Babes”?

Today is Palm Sunday, marking Jesus’ entrance into Jerusalem at the beginning of Passover. It marks the beginning of Holy Week, Jesus’ final ministry, the Last Supper, His passion, crucifixion, and Resurrection. 

It also kicks off the season of “Muslims bombing churches in the Middle East,” but I digress. 

Maybe I should write about this instead of my intended topic–after all, we’re suddenly beating the war drums over Syria because the President was supposedly swayed by his daughter’s heartbreak over the latest gas attack. What about this? This, also, has been going on for years. Is it the type of weapon deployed that makes the difference here?

Yeah, I’m heated. 

But this does tie into what I wanted to write about in a way. 

According to Matthew, as Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey and the people spread palms and their garments on the ground as though he were their king, the children in the Temple cried out, “Hosanna to the son of David!”

Indignant, the chief priests and scribes asked Christ if He heard, and to which He responded,

“[H]ave you never read, ‘Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, you have brought perfect praise’?”

This has entered the culture as the saying, “From the mouth of babes,” denoting that children have some kind of wisdom to offer. 

So what gives? What does this mean? When do we listen to children? Even adult ones? Continue reading “What Should We Listen To “From the Mouths of Babes”?”

Can’t Shake It

I would love to not pay attention. 

And yet, I feel compelled to do more than while away my time as the world goes on around me. 

So I try to put what’s happening together, to paint a coherent picture, and I usually don’t like the results. And so I worry. 

I worry about how we use history as a how-to guide and not a cautionary tale. No matter the lessons the record provides, we seem to return, like a dog to its vomit, to the worst of what humanity has to offer. 

I worry about what kind of world I’ve brought my son into, what kind of inheritance he and his progeny will have–though I will be dead, I still worry about them. 

I worry about eternity

And I worry if there is any hope for us in the here and now. Continue reading “Can’t Shake It”

Theater of the Mind

There is no more powerful force than the human imagination. People live their lives according to what they think is true more than what actually is. 

No kidding, right? It’s a pretty good heuristic: “That mean-looking son-of-a-bitch over there with the knives and stuff sure looks dangerous…think I’ll stay away from him.”

But there are also those, shall we say, less-than logical manifestations of this tendency. 

Let me provide some context: I work in DC. The presidential inauguration is in a few days. You can imagine the talk swirling across the country finds itself here. 

And I have to laugh at a lot of it, even though a lot of it scares me. 

Scares me?

It absolutely scares me. Because some people’s actions are guided solely by what they imagine is the case. 

There are people with important, high-stakes jobs like airline pilot, doctor, and lawmaker who think that we are one step away from having things like internment camps and death squads. The one-hundred percent think–no, know–that slavery is this close to being reinstated. 

And how many times do people tell you “All X are Y”? “All Christians are bigots. All Muslims are terrorists. All blacks are criminals.” And so on. 

Again, this goes back to heuristics: One bad experience with a group taints one’s view of them, yet one good experience never changes anybody’s mind for the positive. 

Survival. I get this. But letting our imaginations get the best of us has huge implications 

When somebody thinks they’re Napoleon, we sent them to the loony bin. But act like we are all dead if we don’t pass a certain piece of legislation right now, and you become a national hero. 

And back to Inauguration Day: “All Republican voters are evil and Trump is Hitler reincarnate. Let’s throw bricks at them!”

Which leads me to an important point: If we all live based on what we think is going on, who is right? What is what?

I don’t know.  Continue reading “Theater of the Mind”

Don’t Let Go Of Regret

Conventional wisdom says that it’s unhealthy to hold on to regret, that it’s far better to just let things go. Don’t dwell on the past, just move into THE FUTURE. 

Well, you all know how I feel about conventional wisdom

I’m also somewhat of an expert on regret, so I think you can take it easy on that grain of salt when you listen to my opinion. 

See, I think it’s a good thing to hold on to your regrets. 

Without these regrets, you won’t know what it is you’re trying to avoid in life. 

We’ve all heard about the magic of visualization and affirmations, psychological tricks to “program” your mind towards achieving a desired outcome. 

But regret can help focus on what you don’t want to happen. 

When plotting one’s course or embarking on a new endeavor, it’s useful to visualize your ideal desired outcome. 

But the other side of the coin is just as useful: Visualizing the worst-case scenario. You can then work backwards to determine the steps that will take you there so you can avoid them when they arise. 

But more than visualization is that feeling  of regret, that twisting in your gut like a drill that keeps you up at night and makes you sweat with worry. 

Remember that feeling. Hold it in and let it consume you. And then, when you let it out, don’t forget how it felt. And know you never want to feel it again. 

If just the echo is this bad, how much worse will the real thing be?

If your desired ideal outcome is the carrot, then regret is the stick. And what a stick it is. 

Of course, there are things you can’t control. I’m not talking about those things. Let those go. 

But for things in your control, remembering last regret can keep you from re-making the same mistakes.  Continue reading “Don’t Let Go Of Regret”

The Pros and Cons of Suicide


It’s no secret that human beings have a self-destructive streak. It’s a dark part of life that’s nobody likes talking about, but it explains so much. I myself chalk it up to Original Sin, but if your mileage may vary depending on, if any.

In any event, much of what civilization, religion, and other structures try to do is to mitigate and channel these impulses towards good ends. But it’s not always so easy.

There is a picture I like to post on social media depicting Donald Duck willfully inhaling what purports to be some cyanide gas with his superimposed voice bubble saying “Thank you, Jesus.” I like to post this after pictures of certain stories or other things that honestly make me give up hope for humanity.


It’s dark and it’s farcical, but sometimes death can be funny and it needs to be joked about because the world is pretty awful. After all, unless you’re incredibly optimistic, you really have to admit that the world is pretty much garbage. But what separates the living from the dead is what you do with this knowledge.

Personally, and I’m not trying to convert anybody here, religion does the trick for me. But it is important to note that there are many in the world who actively want you to become a statistic.

I see this with men, especially in America, and particularly the white ones, of which I am a member.

It’s true: White men in America are offing themselves at alarming rates. Now depending on your particular brand of hatred, you might view this as a good thing. But as one who tends to like everybody, and not to be a fan of suicide, this is disturbing. Not because I can’t understand why anybody would want to kill themselves, but because of how many people actually go through with it.

Before we go on, lest you think I am a pro suicide, the song suicide chump by Frank Zappa, posted below, pretty much encapsulates my feelings on the subject:

In fact, my point is that, while I don’t know why so many men, particularly white ones, are killing themselves, I’d really like to encourage them not to do it.

Let’s take a look at why one might actually do this–this applies universally, but having more experience as a male of the species, some of this is more directed at them. And like the title of this post suggests, let’s look at the pros and cons of suicide. Continue reading “The Pros and Cons of Suicide”

The Paradox of Manhood: Thoughts on “Red Pill,” Mastery, and “Being a Man.”

Men: Are you a “cuck”? Are you a “beta”? Does the life you’ve been living got to go?

Have you been “red pilled,” or are you still “blue pilled”? Is our increasingly feminized society beating you down? Are you a victim of circumstance? Do you even know what the hell it is I’m talking about?

I described the “red pill” in my post “World of Illusions: 5 Lies We Tell Ourselves (And What to Do About Them)“:

[“Red pill” is] named after a scene in the popular sci-fi movie The Matrix, which came out when I was still in high school and good God do I feel old. Anyway, the idea is that everybody else is duped and that you are not.

Being “red pilled” isn’t necessarily a bad thing in my opinion, but it can lead to blind spots because

it creates a false sense of security whereby one thinks they are always right. Since few things are “always right” except for the fact that nobody is ever “always right,” this creates dangerous blind spots. You might reject, or not even seek, evidence, or take potential risks seriously, because you already have The Answer.

Lots of men–especially younger men and those burned by divorce, infidelity, or the law stripping them of their rights to see their children–describe themselves like this, seeing the “true” nature of women and the system, and acting accordingly. They also tend to wear fedoras and–

All right, enough snideness. I’m not going for the low-hanging fruit. You might think it hypocritical that the guy who wrote about men being trapped in a cage of safety or being afraid to take risks is poking fun at the men’s right movement or whatever you want to call it.

morpheus-the-matrix-red-pill-and-blue-pill

Well, for starters, I sympathize a lot with these men and their movement. It is a rational, foreseeable reaction to insane third-wave feminism run amok. So I hope that they take the jokes in the spirit in which they are intended.

Second, I’ve never accused women as a whole of being responsible for the degradation of manhood, or the ruination of Western civilization. After all, a lot of men have a vested interest in this as well. Divide and conquer so you can grab power, whether it’s by race or by gender or any other way we distinguish people and pit them against each other. The kicker is that the people who push these destructive ideas and foster animosity and distrust between men and women usually don’t even live the way they expect us to. What hypocrites.

But I’m going to speak to the men, because it is a gender I have more experience being. And while I have some sympathy with men’s rights activists and the MGTOW (men going their own way; that is, men foregoing women, sex, and reproduction as a way of protest) movement, on the whole it makes me sad.

Yes, a lot of laws and societal norms are stacked against men’s interests, but this is not the work of womanhood as a whole. It’s the work of activists, men and women, who want to reshape society into something more in tune with their personal political beliefs, many of which go against human nature. And second, I feel for guys that have had a bad experiences with women–we all have–but it makes me sad because to give up on a relationship and potentially having a family is very tragic indeed.

Also, it’s sort of the thinking that the stereotypical man-hating bull-dyke radical lesbian feminist decried by the men’s rights crowd is presumed to think, turning to that life due to bad experiences with men.

Anyway, as somebody who has teetered on this edge of “going his own way,” only to reclaim himself, and also as an older member of a generation struggling to know and understand what “being a man” means, I’m here to share the insights I’ve faced in my struggles. And I can boil it down into three key points:

  1. Don’t be a pleaser
  2. Become a master
  3. Women are not your enemy

Continue reading “The Paradox of Manhood: Thoughts on “Red Pill,” Mastery, and “Being a Man.””

The Society Of People Who Don’t Put Things On Other Things

There’s a funny Monty Python sketch called about the Royal Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things, a group of people who like to . . . put stuff on top of other stuff.

Well, think it’s funny. Your mileage may vary.

Anyway, this ridiculous sketch got me thinking about our own society, which is quite the opposite.

We hate putting things on top of other things.

I don’t mean that in the literal sense. Our big problem is that we don’t judge. We don’t like to see anything as objectively good or bad, right or wrong. It makes us squeamish. It’s icky.

A part of this goes back to Americans’ fundamental misunderstanding of the concept of equality: In addition to believing that “equality” means “equality of outcomes,” may of us also think it means that every single thing–ideology, action, belief–has identical worth. This is called “relativism,” also known as “bullshit.”

Americans seem paralyzed when it comes time to make any kind of value judgment, whether it’s ridiculous attempts to excuse Islamic terrorism by referencing “The Crusades!” or trying to justify and normalize pedophilia and incest as just being different, equally valid kinds of love as any other.

This is insanity, and, like they say in the Monty Python sketch, silly.

America needs to be a Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things.

What got me thinking about this? Waking up and looking at the world around me:

And so on.

You could say that we do put some things above others. We value certain nationalities, or certain races, or certain professionals. And that is, of course, true.

But we’re so loathe to make any sort of value judgments, such as:

  • If you murder people, regardless of why, it should be deemed wrong.
  • If you are shot by the police for a valid reason, your skin color should not make it any less right or wrong.
  • If you are a police officer and you shoot someone for a reason that is not valid, you shouldn’t get to hide behind the “Blue Wall” and you should be punished, even though you’re a police officer.
  • If you want to protest the National Anthem, that’s fine. If you disagree with that, that’s also fine. Some things can be morally equal (I don’t consider standing for a colored cloth a “moral” obligation).

If you are afraid to put things on top of other things, the whole thing is going to fall down.

The timing of everything makes one think as well, especially with arguably the most important election in the last 50 years looming. Continue reading “The Society Of People Who Don’t Put Things On Other Things”