I have it on good authority that it is “misogynist” merely to observe that paranormal romance is meant for girls, while boy’s adventure tales for boys. (See, for example, ANITA BLAKE: VAMPIRE HUNTER by Laurell K. Hamilton versus A PRINCESS OF MARS by Edgar Rice Burroughs.)
Note scarequotes. “Misogynist” in Woketalk does not mean misogynist in English.
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From THE PHOENIX EXULTANT, vol. II of my debut trilogy.
In the far future, where men are as gods, living lives of perfect peace and prosperity, Phaethon of Rhadamanthus discovers all memory of his lifework has been hidden from him. For he is the engineer of the sole starship his civilization has ever produced: the mighty, majestic, and immense Phoenix Exultant. She is a ship to conquer the stars.
But such ambition is outlawed in utopia. Phaethon is a pariah, exiled mentally and physically, denuded of possessions, and cast down among outcasts. His life is sought by sinister agents of the Silent Oecumene: an apocalyptic menace none but he dares see. For in a world where mind or memory can be edited at will, what is truth?
Modern society faces seven mountains of madness, that is, seven institutional strongholds, captured by the enemy, that command the culture and war against it:
While the Church is not entirely captured, the number of priestesses, pro-abortion, pro-sodomite and pro-contraception denominations, bishops, and orders who have fallen away from Christian teaching is severe and severely scandalous.
With the election of Trump, the centermost of the mountains of madness, the stronghold of politics, takes a sharp and shocking blow.
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My “Last Straw” column on the platform formerly known as Twitter is up:
https://x.com/johncwright2001/status/1856377864083349871
The Last Straw is an ongoing autopsy of The Last Jedi — a failure that demanded Starquest: Space Pirates of Andromeda:
https://a.co/d/cNGCf7R
to revive pulp-era space opera in all its grandeur, wonder and fun.
This is an experimental audiobook preview of the prologue STARQUEST: SPACE PIRATES OF ANDROMEDA made by a friend and patron of mine. Listen and enjoy!
I am seriously debating whether to do the audiobook myself, in order to get the accents correct, but this robot reading sounds much better than anything I would have expected.
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Jason Rennie and I produced a special episode of AGAIINST THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS, called Trumpamania, where we discuss the election results, and speak of some reforms and crusades Trump promises to begin
We went live two days ago:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8_eW0jw2d4
YouTube censored the episode, quoting “medical misinformation”
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After a long pause, my “Not Tire of Winning Yet” series of columns will resume. Already I am backlogged, and cannot keep up. Many events are unfolded as second-order side effects showing a seismic shift in the political and social atmosphere.
It may be premature to say that Woke is dead, but it may not be. Woke has been struck a doughty blow and deep. The monster staggers and sways, gargling blood, eyes crossed, claws twitching and feet twisting. Let us see whether it falls.
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Three days since Donald Trump’s historic landslide:
Pundit Matt Walsh explains the results of the election to any Democrat women who may be nervous. There is nothing to fret about!
Donald J Trump has been elevated to the purple by the prince-electors at Aachen, and coronated in Rome by the Pope, so that he is now Imperator of the Holy Roman Empire, and of the Empire of Man, Rex Quondam Rexque Futurum.
All Glory to God and to his anointed!
The Tribune Assembly of the Commoners in America, who retain a quaint custom of confirming the Electoral determination by local ballot, have also granted His Imperial Majesty the Mandate of the Commons.
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From THE PHOENIX EXULTANT, vol. II of my debut trilogy.
In the far future, where men are as gods, living lives of perfect peace and prosperity, Phaethon of Rhadamanthus discovers all memory of his lifework has been hidden from him. For he is the engineer of the sole starship his civilization has ever produced: the mighty, majestic, and immense Phoenix Exultant. She is a ship to conquer the stars.
But such ambition is outlawed in utopia. Phaethon is a pariah, exiled mentally and physically, denuded of possessions, and cast down among outcasts. His life is sought by sinister agents of the Silent Oecumene: an apocalyptic menace none but he dares see. For in a world where mind or memory can be edited at will, what is truth?
The Phoenix Exultant Ep. 33: Harrier
Our own VicRuiz writes:
I have heard fine-tuning advocates argue that a physical universe would be impossible for which (for example) the gravitational constant was not identical or near-identical to the extant value we observe. Therefore our universe bespeaks creation by someone or something capable of selecting that value.
This causes me to consider that something vaguely analogical to the Euthypro dilemma could be in play.
Is God constrained by the value of G if his intent is to create a universe with living, corporeal beings?
If yes, then God’s choice is limited by something beyond God’s control.
If no, then that phrasing of the fine-tuning argument does not seem particularly strong.
My comment:
Your thoughts run parallel with mine. When I was an atheist, the fine tuning argument did not strike me as particularly strong, nor now when I am faithful Catholic.
The Fine Tuning argument makes the informal fallacy of ambiguity, using the word “impossible” both to mean logically impossible and statistically impossible.
The Fine Tuning argument also makes the formal fallacy of irrelevance. The conclusion that if an event is unlikely, therefore it is deliberate, does not follow. If an event is unlikely, all that means is that it is unlikely.
If we compare it to other events that happened under similar circumstances then we can determine the unlikelihood, and this indeed can rouse our suspicion that the matter was deliberate, but it does not prove it so.
And these suspicions can only land in cases where we see parallel cases.
If I live in a world where monsters rarely eat cookies and children often do, and I enter the kitchen to find the cookie jar raided and junior with crumbs on his cheeks, practical wisdom tells me to disbelieve his tale that a monster ate the cookie and slapped his face.
If, on the other hand, I live on Sesame Street, and the only cookies I ever saw eaten were by a cookie monster, and no good little boy nor girl ever tells a fib, my wisdom would urge the opposite conclusion.
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A reader with the royal yet Caledonian name of Kingmcdee writes:
Just today I witnessed an atheist in Youtube comments … Responding to someone talking about fine-tuning, he asserted that no God was necessary to explain the unlikely course of events on Earth, because there existed Natural Laws which guaranteed that evolution would produce the results that it did.
Apparently he was not aware that Natural Laws are immaterial, eternal, unchangeable, and everywhere applicable – something that no physical thing could ever be.
So, he either believed that the Universe was ordered by immaterial and universal principles (a strange form of atheism indeed), or that the order of the Universe simply needed no explanation (hardly very rational).
My comment:
Allow me respectfully to disagree in part, and agree in part.
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From THE PHOENIX EXULTANT, vol. II of my debut trilogy.
In the far future, where men are as gods, living lives of perfect peace and prosperity, Phaethon of Rhadamanthus discovers all memory of his lifework has been hidden from him. For he is the engineer of the sole starship his civilization has ever produced: the mighty, majestic, and immense Phoenix Exultant. She is a ship to conquer the stars.
But such ambition is outlawed in utopia. Phaethon is a pariah, exiled mentally and physically, denuded of possessions, and cast down among outcasts. His life is sought by sinister agents of the Silent Oecumene: an apocalyptic menace none but he dares see. For in a world where mind or memory can be edited at will, what is truth?
The Phoenix Exultant Ep. 32: At Dawn
