The Religion of Choice

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In addition to what I said about the Netflix documentary about Sean Combs, the makers of the series suggest that Combs was acquitted of the charges relating to his longtime girlfriend Cassie Ventura because the jurors were fans and couldn’t bear to convict the mega star.

It’s true that the two jurors interviewed for the film behaved on camera like lovelorn groupies. But nobody would have convicted on the Cassie charges. She spent a decade in a relationship with Puff. There’s a mountain of emails where she begs him for every perversion to which he subjected her. In the moral framework we currently inhabit, no objections can be raised once we know that she consented.

We have turned consent into the cornerstone of our morality, and Cassie not only consented but insisted. Our worship of consent makes us unable to say that something is perverted. We can’t say that it’s immoral and disgusting. As long as everybody consented, we are supposed to say that it’s all good. A loving sex act between husband and wife is supposed to carry the same moral value as Combs’ freakoffs with a crowd of eager male and female whores. God forbid, we say that any consensual action is morally superior to any other. No, no, no. Everything is equal to everything else. The only morality is that of choice. If people exercised their consumerist right to choose, nobody is supposed to have any objections.

Consumerism is our God. A minimal prison sentence for Combs is unavoidable. It’s a miracle he got convicted of anything at all.

Well-read

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I can bet any amount of money that there is no liberal on my campus who reads more than I do. I understand that he’s talking about general statistical trends. But trends get extrapolated onto individuals all the time. Many times when I’ve said I’m a conservative, people with maybe 1/10 of my readings started trying to condescend to me.

Since Zygmunt Bauman died, I have not found any remotely interesting ideas originating on the left. Nothing, zip, zilch, a vacuum.

Has to Be Fake

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Please, somebody, tell me this is fake. Tell me we are not nominating the pillow dude. Please, let it not be real. I don’t want to be in a party that nominates the pillow dude.

Not that I want to be in a party that nominates Klobuchar but Lindell? Whatever in the everlasting fuck?

Humanizer App

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There are now humanizer apps that help you make the writing done by your AI app sound more human. I sincerely don’t understand why it isn’t faster abd simpler to write what you need to write yourself.

You don’t need a humanizer app to write like a human for you. You already have a human. It’s you.

They Don’t Know

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What was it I keep saying about the nation-state and welfare?

Most people have absolutely no idea that non-citizens receive preferential housing, banking, state business loans, and so on and on and on.

Revelations

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No, not a sword. A scimitar. And it left no scarring.

People who waste their time and leak emotion in response to these “revelations” have my deep compassion. The next decade will not be easy for them.

Indifference

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At night two animals were fighting on the ice of the frozen river behind my house. Their dying screams punctured the terrible indifference of the moonlit landscape.

Father’s Words

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AI is impotent to inflict the kind of pain that such words from a father do.

TV Notes: Sean Combs. The Reckoning

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This is a Netflix documentary and it’s good but, unsurprisingly, very woke. Now that Puffy is in jail, he can be a convenient sacrificial victim. The documentary presents him as the source of every dysfunction on the rap / hip hop scene. Puffy seems to have murdered everybody. Tupac, Biggie, crowds of other people. The documentary even hints he organized a mass murder. And why is he such an exceptional (in the documentary’s telling) piece of shit? Because he’s not really black! How is he not black? We’ve all seen Puff, and he’s clearly very black.

But see, he’s not “culturally black.” Even though Puff spent his entire life promoting cultural products by black artists, he’s not culturally black. Because black culture is good. Yes, it is, what are you, a racist? If he were culturally black, he wouldn’t have murdered all those people, degraded all those women, and ended up in jail.

That’s the argument the documentary makes, and it’s moronic. Combs is a degenerate but his entire industry is filled with degenerates. He’s not at all exceptional.

The reason why I liked the documentary is that I love Puffy’s music. I love the music of every artist featured in the series. I grew up on it, I appreciate it a lot. An artist’s degeneracy doesn’t seep into my enjoyment of his art. Of course, it was also fun to find out the shocking details of these people’s sorry excuses for a life. It’s entertaining that the only crime it was possible to pin on Puff is transporting prostitutes which doesn’t sound like much of a crime at all.

One thing I find impossible to understand is why all these people can’t enjoy sex without having to do all sorts of perverted shit and ingesting a whole pharmacy full of drugs. Poor Puff had to go to extreme lengths to get it up even for sensationally beautiful women and long before he reached age forty. I must have very limited horizons because I don’t get why it would take so much effort.