Tolerance vs Promotion

“Tolerance of others is NOT the same as promoting sin.” – Dr. Freckles

A free society is likely, over time, to become a more tolerant society. This doesn’t mean people give up their principles, it simply means we hold a common principle – non-aggression and its corollary, self defense. Arguably, only a free society can achieve true tolerance as a virtue, because in order to survive in such an arrangement you MUST be a diplomat and a practitioner of basic human decency. But then there’s what’s going on in our pill-head neo-Stalinist hell hole, aka, the USA – it’s not about tolerance and peace, it’s become about acceptance and proliferation.

Here, now, the USA, we have an apparatus of information that is PROMOTING SIN as a form of tolerance. Let me explain.

I am fat, overweight. I will tell you that being FAT requires no shaming, being fat shames itself. I don’t require anyone to say “Dan, you’re fat” anymore than I want or need someone to say “Dan, it’s okay you’re fat”. It’s not okay, it requires ZERO additional public shaming. It also DOES NOT REQUIRE promotion: but promotion is what we’re getting in this debate, discussion. Now? – now you go to a store to buy clothes, and you see a LOT of fat-models showing off this year’s fashion. Fine … but is that really what people, even fat people, want to see? I have more to say about this later, but I can say: we are definitely in the zone of promoting the overweight lifestyle as good, normal, acceptable even enviable. Gluttony … not a good sign.

This applies to sexuality as well – in all its forms.

We should tolerate different perspectives regarding sexuality, while at the same time fostering a POWERFUL IDEA for a free society: keep your dirty deeds to yourself. Have sex, have sex with grizzly bears – I don’t like it, I don’t want to see it. If I go to a store to buy porno? – fine, that’s a choice. If you parade your junk in my fucking face? – that’s more like an act of aggression, and it’s not MICRO … and YET, our society is currently promoting the explicit and public exclamation of all kinds of sexual perversion, to INCLUDE pedophilia. This will not end well, it won’t end in tolerance, it will end in violence.

And as far as pedophilia, and rape, and other forms of immoral and INVOLUNTARY sexual practices? – in a free society, it is quite simple: fuck around, find out. Way more likely to achieve net-net justice than our current “justice system” (just saying).

Why does “drag queen story time” offend many Christians? – because Christians are harried and pilloried these days, it’s normal to mock a Christian. If a Christian wants mandatory “Jesus story time” at a public school? – this is NOT likely to happen without protests and lawsuits. But it seems to any ordinary Christian that the promotion of a version of sexuality, as if it were political ideology, is fully justified, protected, with FORCE, by the state.

If you’re a Christian, and looking for a good “sign of the times”, I’d pick this one: our society is way beyond tolerating sin, and we are now in the realm of promoting it. We steal poor people’s oil, we sell weapons and promote war, we print fake money to harm actual lives, we lie about pandemics, and race wars, and all kinds of fearful nonsense. We treat the basics of life as if they were investment schemes, and we turn in our brothers and sisters to the state. Not all are this sinful, this evil, but enough are that this monstrous harm is able to continue. The sign is this: our society is acting like Sodom, and PUSHING the evil on all, even angels if they were to visit one of our towns. We push evil, we push sin, not all the same evils, not all the same sins, some are “conservatives” pushing wars and some are “liberals” pushing enslavement, but they are ALL sinning, and they know it, and they know they are pushers.

So yeah – I’m fat. I don’t want anyone to think I’m proud of it, because I’m not. I suspect there’s more to the “obesity epidemic” than just poor life choices, but I’m beyond caring. If I’m right, obesity might be just another auto-immune disorder, but simply put: the Norman Borlag “miracle” was a unmitigated disaster for the human diet, and it was never going to last. So yeah, I’m fat. I also suspect a famine is coming. I’d contend the “Green Revolution” was a nutrient famine that’s been ongoing for 50 years.

I drink beer – guess what: you don’t need to promote it. Alcohol PROMOTES itself. No need to hype it, no need to tell Americans it’s “good for you”. There’s also no need for the endless parade of sober do-gooders telling us drinkers how much they’re life “has changed”. Fuck you, be happy about your “change” – most drunks I’ve met were just as drunk sober. If you’re really “sober and at peace”? – then maybe show it.

I use marijuana – but I do not consider it a sin. I’ve used it to treat anxiety and depression since 2008. Is it a perfect solution? – no. Is it immensely better than all the toxic shit the doctor has prescribed? – yes. So no, it’s no sin – and yet this crooked society, in many ways, still treats it as one. Again – you are in SODOM and this is how SODOM rolls …

In closing: we need to stop pushing sin, and we need to embrace human liberty as the moderating force. I’m not surprised the USA, as a late stage empire, is pushing sin – this is what corrupt late stage empires do … but I am surprised so many so-called Christians have been suckered by it.

The thing about sin? – it has NEVER needed a salesman.

(it has the Devil)

[curated: 3/27/2023]

The doctor said …

The doctor said my herpes cleared up …

The doctor said my herpes and my syphilis and my weird Vietnamese butt crabs are all doing great …

But there were deeper problems, and a strange healthcare adventure was afoot …

My doctor recommended I drink DRANO and huff paint fumes and spend time at the dry cleaners. I shoved an ostrich egg up my butt and then performed a complete enema using isopropyl alcohol and red pepper and A1 sauce. I spent several hours cutting away the miscus from my tredic-zone, and then draining my foob-orbs into the bottles my doctor gave me. And then they did day surgery on my anus, and now my herpes is fine.

The doctor said I should eat more vegetables, clean water and some kind of free-range beef they have in Wyoming. He said I needed to buy fluoride tablets because my levels were low, and he recommended a draining of my clevic zone and some minor brain surgery. He has this new drug, HODOROL, and it helps you when you get sad about stuff. You drop an H and you can do ANYTHING … nobody stops you. You won’t ask questions about the dead hookers behind the bar, you’ll just DRINK YOUR DRINK and go have a good old time. And that way my cholesterol goes down …

My doctor, Dr. Grunkis, has recommended total refurbishing. He runs a clinic in Little Saigon, Seattle, around midnight on Thursdays. He does his work in a nasty old alley where the rats stand watch between eating Japanese EMO twinks. He has modeling knives and vodka and fishing line and a needle, and he gets it done. He knocks you out with a lead pipe, and you just sit there, concussed, as he cuts into your belly and pulls out all your insides and replaces it with metal shavings and sawdust and broken glass and sand.

I’m trying to get my reebus-zone irrigated. My doctor, Dr. Mavis, refuses to jam rebar “up there” – but you have to … if you want to get well. I keep trying to gauge out that monstrous thing, stuck up there, and cutting into me, but nothing works. Dr. Mavis tried a hamster, and that hamster is stuck up there now, biting. Next? – some weird drill, and it got me bloody and sore and messed up, but that won’t work. We’ll try X-RAY beam surgery, shooting me up with 13,000 rads of power, growing my testicles with tumors, and that way I’m ready for my big date with Sheila.

There’s this shes-striss nurse that works for Dr. Grunkis – Hanala. Hanala does most of the leech and bat work, she manages the supplies of pulverized concrete and dirty pennies. She has really bad STDs, all of them, and sometimes her genital crabs will crawl from her boovula into your open wound as surgery is ongoing, and those damn things lay eggs. She does a lot of meth and crack and coke and this helps her as a nurse. She helps the doctor dispose of old cat innards and the potato rinds.

I take 3 pills for the pain in my solstice zone. I take 5 pills for my junk and my junk issues. I take 2 pills for my heart muscle deterioration. I go into a hyperbaric chamber and lose myself in troubled bliss. I have this Korean massage artist that pulls on my man tube and screams “YEE HAW”, she kicks me in the stomach, she pees on my head, she dumps cigarette butts on me, I pay her $300 for the experience. I take a substance called NINGO-WHITE that cleans out your Ulick-barrens and leave you smelling fresh and clean. My doctor, Dr. Grunkis, orders me to drink 6 fifths of whiskey every 24 hours … if I stop, I die … that’s the shit he tells me, and I thank GOD for it.

Everyone over 50 should get an anal probe …

Everyone over 50 should have a telescopic device inserted into their butthole and allow some greasy doctor to traverse their inner blincktus zone …

Dr. Grunkis has a mechanic’s helper adjustable armature camera that he wraps in plastic wrap and then covers in sexual lubricant. He bought this cheap ass software to interface with it, code written in Russia. As he inserts his street-style colonoscopy device, the entire region, vista, reveals itself … so darkly whimsical to see what’s going on in my butt hole.

We saw great valleys flowing with brown rivers of glory …

We saw herds of gutt buffalo and shit-gators and tummy-roaches, all living in peace in this weird land …

We journeyed deep into those dark corners of my digestive tract, and felt the deep shame of seeing stuck pieces of meat or metal shavings or tumors …

The tumors were easy for Dr. Grunkis, he just used a fisherman’s pinch tool and would just snip off the tumor, cauterizing the wound with a hand-held cooking/brazing torch with an extender. He used these carpenter’s vices to hold open or SPREAD my butthole, and then he just went way up in there with that damn torch …

After several hours of removing dark, diseased, flesh from my butt crack, Dr. Grunkis sewed up some leakage shafts and sealed my butthole up with gorilla glue …

He sent me home, it was a long walk back to Utah …

I spent many hours contemplating my health and wondering about what problems lurked inside …

And I was reminded, in the scream of some far off she-wolf …

“Your body is NOT a temple, your body is a junkyard.” – Dr. Freckles

[curated: 3/27/2023]

Heroes …

“None of us are heroes, we don’t live in THAT world right now.” – Dr. Freckles

A lot of us are doing what we need to do, to get by. A lot of us are stretching our principles, because we need to exist. It’s not a question of “right or wrong” at this point: it is survival or death

[curated: 3/28/2023]