Sunday School

[jakelafort]

Just looked at a new twit or flit or whatever the hell you guys call it from Elica.

The far left and far right have united once again to launch an assault on truth.

The far right think the regime in Iran should remain because all Iranians (and the broader middle east) are barbaric savages who only offer a revolving door of different savagery.

The far left think the regime in Iran should remain because all Iranians (and the broader middle east) are noble savages under no oppression-just “cultural relativism” fighting only western imperialists.

The common denominator is their caricature of savages to define a land made up of the most densely populated freedom fighters in the world.

The truth will only be heard when the piercing shrill of a thousand lies are silenced.
……

Aint that a humdinger?

Girl can write and think.

[jakelafort]

And this! Why do i like her? She reminds me of myself but much prettier.

https://x.com/elicalebon/status/1934404406696616162?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Etweet

[_Robert_]

It’s kind of a parallel to Christianity that the Iranian Mullahs in charge need the destruction of Israel for the Mahdi’s return.

The Mahdi is the figure who is believed to appear at the end times to rid the world of evil. A descendant of Muhammad who will appear shortly before Jesus.

I found it interesting that historian Richard Carrier has suggested that Islam may have roots in a break-away pre or post christian sect, or at least it developed in a very similar path also born from Judaism.

Not all of Islam believes Israel must die. But the guys in Iran shooting rockets and supplying HAMAS sure do.

Maybe this is it. The end times. Christians, Jews and Muslims united in a common effort to blow the world up.

[TheEncogitationer]

Jake,

Elica Le Bon is absolutely correct about where the fault lies.

The Mullah regime in Iran showed itself to U.S. citizens through the ABC World News Tonight newscast with Sam Donaldson making the nightly announcement that 52 Americans are held hostage in Tehran and it happened every night for 444 nights from 1979 to 1981.

The Mullah Regime in Iran showed itself to the world when the Ayatollah Khomeini not only banned The Satanic Verses within Iran’s borders, but proclaimed a Fatwa calling for the death of the author Salman Rushdie, anywhere in the world.

The Mullah Regime in Iran showed itself with assassinations of dissenters not just inside Iran, but throughout Europe.

The Mullah Regime in Iran showed itself with it’s support of international terrorism by Hezbollah, who not only attacks Israel with rockets and artillery, but who also attacked the AMIA Jewish community center in Buenos Aires, Argentina in 1994. Fully within U.S justdiction under The Monroe Doctrine.

The Mullah Regime also shows itself with it’s alliances with totalitarian Russia, Red China, and North Korea, so much so that they now have the acronym CRINK. (How long this will last, who knows? I’ve heard seemingly conflicting reports that Putin is cutting Iran loose and simultaneously taking in Khamenei’s family.)

Etc. Etc. Ad Nauseum.

Alas, no one we Americans could vote for ever stood effectively against these acts of the Mullah Regime. Reagan swapped arms for hostages with Iran, Danny Quayle sympathized with Muslim offense at Rushdie’s work, Clinton and Bush bumbled with Operation Merlin, Obama and Biden sent the Mullahs pallets of frozen asset money, and our present posturing King still thinks he can make a deal.

• This reply was modified 10 months ago by TheEncogitationer. Reason: Addenda
• This reply was modified 10 months ago by TheEncogitationer.

[jakelafort]

Enco,

Yes they are our enemy as is any of the Muslim brotherhood and successors. In fact the very existence of Islam, political Islam, with its sects and its volatility and fundamentalism is a danger to the west. It is worse than Christian Bologna in 1287? Dynamics are a bit different and the tools of war gazillion times more lethal so maybe it is. The far left is allied with it and infiltrated by it and enabling it so maybe it is.

Appeasement has worked well with the modern version of Nazis in control of Iran. I think Trump may not have been privy to Israel’s attack of Iran but says so now that there was coordination between the two. Deliberate stalling to give Israel time to plan and to make Iran off guard. And no doubt he wants to pad his resume and add to his greatness by saying he alone enabled the fall of this vicious regime and the end of the incessant terrorism against Israel. The latest i read is that he is demanding unconditional surrender and disarmament. Israel knows supreme leader’s location and both Israel and Trump may agree to take him out. I just hope his ego is not stroked without accomplishing the goals.

So i keep asking myself how is this regime gonna be overthrown? Check out what this guy says in article from Jpost.

https://www.jpost.com/diaspora/article-857959

[PopeBeanie]

Several of the most recent posts here hit hard. I especially appreciate Jake’s examples of outspoken women focusing on their past experience of Muslim culture. My biggest hope at the moment is for more women to jump in. My biggest worry is that it’s too late, as political systems continue to double down on their most self-serving agendas.

[jakelafort]

Pope, so many Muslim women and apostates from Islamic nations have spoken out to inform and warn. They all seem to tell the same story. Super frustrated that the lefty’s cancel them and simply ignore their accounts.
Super frustrated that the lefty’s are getting it all wrong and adding to the misery index. That is the reason for the slight known as useful idiots in referring to the far left. Idiots for Islam.

If you want to hear varied accounts first hand listen to the Yasmine Mohammed podcast. Here is the most recent episode.

[Unseen]

Reg the Fronkey Farmer wrote:

Jordon Peterson goes to Home Depot

We need a complete series like this. Martin Heidegger orders pizza, Nietsche shops for skateboards, Sartre shops for toys, etc.

[jakelafort]

Don’t ya think they might have considered that the Israelis are on to us? I mean it is James Bond scenario after another. I almost feel badly for them.

https://www.jpost.com/middle-east/iran-news/article-858221

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

Imagine the panic and frustration that must cause the remaining members of the regime 🙂 What else do they know about us and how do they know it!!

Just because you are paranoid doesn’t mean they are watching you!

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

[INT. DOMINO’S PIZZA COUNTER – NIGHT]

A weary DOMINO’S TEENAGER in uniform leans over the counter, chewing gum. Enter MARTIN HEIDEGGER, dressed in a long coat and scarf, brow furrowed with cosmic angst. He surveys the menu like it contains the secret to Being.

DOMINO’S TEENAGER:
Hey there! Welcome to Domino’s. What can I get ya?

HEIDEGGER (slowly, deeply):
I stand at the precipice of choice… and yet choice mocks me. For to choose a pizza… is to exclude all others. And in that exclusion… I negate possibility. I order… and I die a little.

DOMINO’S TEENAGER:
…So… like… a large pepperoni?

HEIDEGGER (frowning):
Pepperoni… yes… the they-self would choose that. The mass man. The inauthentic. But what does the authentic self desire? What is the pizza that calls to me from the abyss?

DOMINO’S TEENAGER:
Dude, it’s just pizza.

HEIDEGGER (sighing):
Exactly. “Just” pizza. You trivialize its essence. And yet in its doughy circularity, it reveals the eternal return. Toppings… mere accidents of Being. The crust… the ground of existence.

DOMINO’S TEENAGER (muttering):
Weed’s legal in Germany now, right?

HEIDEGGER (ignoring):
Tell me, does this establishment possess… anchovies?

DOMINO’S TEENAGER:
Yeah, but no one ever orders them.

HEIDEGGER:
Of course. Because anchovies are the Sein-zum-Tode of toppings — the reminder of finitude, the otherness we suppress. I will face them.

DOMINO’S TEENAGER:
Okay, anchovy pizza. What size?

HEIDEGGER:
What is “size” but a metric imposed by Dasein upon the world? Small, medium, large… these are constructs. False boundaries. I shall have… that which suffices.

DOMINO’S TEENAGER (typing slowly):
…Got it. One medium anchovy pizza. Anything else?

HEIDEGGER (pauses, then whispers):
A side of garlic knots. To fill the void.

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

[INT. TOY STORE – MIDDAY]

Bright lights. Aisles of blinking plastic joy. Enter JEAN-PAUL SARTRE, trench coat flapping, cigarette hanging precariously from his lip. He scans the shelves with existential dread. A CHEERFUL TOY STORE ASSISTANT approaches, smiling.

ASSISTANT:
Bonjour! Can I help you find something for your child?

SARTRE (gruff):
I have no children. Only choices that haunt me.

ASSISTANT (still smiling):
Oh! A gift for someone else, then?

SARTRE (sighs):
No. It is a gift for the void. A gesture flung into nothingness.

He picks up a Buzz Lightyear.

SARTRE (inspecting the toy):
“To infinity… and beyond.” A lie. There is no beyond. There is only Being-for-itself and the endless flight from essence.

ASSISTANT:
It’s popular with the 4–7 demographic.

SARTRE (bitterly):
Yes… the age of bad faith begins early.

He puts Buzz down and picks up a Mr. Potato Head.

SARTRE:
Here is a man disassembled. Nose where his ear should be. A metaphor for our fractured identities. He wears a hat, yet knows not why. A tragic absurdity.

ASSISTANT:
He also comes with sunglasses and a moustache!

SARTRE turns to the Barbie section. He picks one up and frowns.

SARTRE:
Plastic simulacrum. Condemned to be blonde. She cannot choose her own essence. She is defined by others: the gaze, the market, Ken.

ASSISTANT (starting to sweat):
We also have astronaut Barbie?

SARTRE (lighting a fresh cigarette indoors):
She pretends to be free… but she is still encased in plastic. As are we all.

A CHILD walks by, laughing and holding a stuffed unicorn.

CHILD:
Look, maman! It’s magical!

SARTRE (staring coldly):
Magic is the denial of responsibility.

The child begins to cry. The assistant ushers Sartre toward the checkout.

ASSISTANT:
So… will it be the Mr. Potato Head?

SARTRE (pauses):
No. I choose not to choose. And that too… is a choice.

[He exits the store empty-handed, leaving only smoke and dread.]

TEXT ON SCREEN:
“Jean-Paul Sartre regrets to inform you that fun is a bourgeois construct.”

(Oh Hell is other shoppers!)

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

Title: Camus and the Claw Machine
Subtitle: “One must imagine Sisyphus… at the arcade.”

[INT. SEASIDE ARCADE – EVENING]

Albert CAMUS stands before a claw machine glowing with neon emptiness. Inside: plush toys piled like meaningless stars in a cold, indifferent cosmos. Camus smokes, hands in coat pockets, collar turned up like a rebel philosopher at the funfair.

A TEENAGER walks past, failing to grab a toy. Camus steps forward.

CAMUS (voiceover, calm and reflective):
The world is absurd. The only honest response is revolt… or perhaps… to play.

He inserts a coin. The machine hums like the quiet breath of a disinterested god. The claw descends—wobbling, indifferent. Against all odds, it grabs a small stuffed penguin and hoists it with mechanical apathy. It drops the toy into the chute.

ARCADE EMPLOYEE (clapping):
Whoa! Nice one, monsieur!

CAMUS looks at the penguin. He picks it up. Stares into its beady, senseless eyes. Time slows. A cosmic silence falls.

CAMUS (deadpan):
Of course.

He shrugs.

ARCADE EMPLOYEE:
Are you gonna keep it?

CAMUS:
What is “keep”? Ownership is a construct. The penguin is free. As am I.

He sets the penguin on top of the claw machine. It stares into the void. He walks away.

TEXT ON SCREEN:
“The struggle itself is enough to fill a man’s claw machine.”

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

Title: Simone de Beauvoir Visits the LEGO Aisle
Subtitle: “One is not born a mini-doll, but rather becomes one.”

[INT. TOY STORE – LEGO SECTION – DAY]

SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR strides in, coat sharp, intellect sharper. She approaches the LEGO shelves with purpose. To her left: bold, complex LEGO City and Technic sets — helicopters, space stations, fire engines. To her right: LEGO Friends — pink boxes, cafes, grooming salons, smiling mini-dolls with disproportionately long legs and suspiciously clear skin.

She stops. She glares. She does not blink.*

DE BEAUVOIR (muttering):
And here is the myth of woman… in 432 plastic pieces.

A HELPFUL STORE CLERK pops up cheerfully.

CLERK:
Bonjour! Looking for something fun for a young girl? LEGO Friends are designed especially for—

DE BEAUVOIR (interrupting):
“Especially for”? Designed to limit. To domesticate. To predefine identity before it can resist. Why is this girl building a pet spa while the boy constructs orbital defense systems?

CLERK (confused):
But the Friends sets come with cupcakes?

DE BEAUVOIR:
Yes. And friendship. And leisure. And the silent erasure of ambition.

She picks up a LEGO City Deep Space Rocket.

DE BEAUVOIR:
Why must adventure be cast in blue? Why must power be built in grays and reds? Why can’t Emma from Heartlake City dismantle a totalitarian regime or terraform Europa?

She opens a LEGO Friends box and removes a mini-doll, holding it like forensic evidence.

DE BEAUVOIR:
She cannot even sit properly. Her legs are fused by the patriarchy.

A child walks by with a LEGO Technic crane. De Beauvoir smiles slightly.

DE BEAUVOIR:
Build what they say you shouldn’t. Construct your freedom. In ABS plastic, if necessary.

She selects the LEGO NASA Women of STEM set and places it in her basket with quiet satisfaction.

CLERK:
So… you’re not buying the puppy beauty salon?

DE BEAUVOIR (walking away):
No. I’m buying the tools to dismantle it.

TEXT ON SCREEN:
“The future is not pink. It is built.”

[Reg the Fronkey Farmer]

Title: IKEA: Thus Spoke Flatpack Zarathustra
Subtitle: “God is dead. And so is the Allen key.”

[INT. IKEA – SHOWROOM MAZE – DAY]

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE wanders the endless labyrinth of display rooms. He wears a thick mustache and the expression of a man who just read his own Yelp reviews. Blue-and-yellow signage hangs above him like the oppressive hand of divine order.

NIETZSCHE (to himself):
What is this place, if not the great Apollonian temple of consumer illusion?

He spots a display cabinet — “FJÄLLGLOMMA” — and scoffs. He grabs the flat-pack box with superhuman determination and heads to the SELF-ASSEMBLY AREA. A cheery IKEA EMPLOYEE hands him a tiny Allen key.

EMPLOYEE:
Enjoy building! It’s all part of the experience.

NIETZSCHE:
Experience? This is the will to suffer made manifest.

[INT. IKEA CAFÉ TABLE – LATER]

Nietzsche spreads the contents out like a battlefield surgeon. Wooden panels. Tiny screws. An unreadable pictogram manual.

He stares.

Then stares deeper.

NIETZSCHE:
This manual contains no words. Only symbols. It is the language of a dead god — silent, cold, ambiguously directional.

He fits two pieces together. They immediately fall apart.

NIETZSCHE:
What doesn’t kill me makes me disassemble.

He grabs the Allen key. It immediately strips. He holds it up like Hamlet with Yorick’s skull.

NIETZSCHE:
God is dead. And so is the Allen key.

A COUPLE walks by with a perfectly assembled MALM dresser.

NIETZSCHE (bitterly):
Ah, the herd. They follow instructions, never question the barcode. Little lambs of hexagonal obedience.

He slams the unfinished cabinet shut, misaligning two more pieces. It now looks like a postmodern art installation.

NIETZSCHE:
This cabinet is a metaphor. It has no purpose. No structure. No telos. It is nihilism.

A CHILD nearby whispers to their parent:

CHILD:
Why is that man yelling at furniture?

PARENT:
He’s a philosopher, sweetie. They do that.

Nietzsche tosses the remains of the Allen key into the Swedish meatball bin, mutters something about eternal recurrence, and walks out without paying.

TEXT ON SCREEN:
“He who assembles with monsters should take care not to become one.”

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