Creating A Vocabulary: Girl Porn

These films set up a ridiculous standard divorced from all reality. The ideal person of the opposite sex beyond what the Greek poets and Renaissance artists could imagine. You live vicariously through the film, and everything happens as you want it without having to work to better yourself. You get instant gratification just by popping it into the VCR. Of course you know that this isn’t realistic, but it rewires your brain in more ways than you are immediately conscious of, ruining every future relationship. After a few years you have destroyed your ability to ever have a meaningful relationship that is truly selfless ever again. And yet you crave more, seeking out more videos with even more impossible situations. You spend your entire day off on the couch watching these films, wishing upon a falling star that the scene on screen will happen to you someday.

Does this describe pornography or romantic comedies?

Everything that pornography does to men, Hallmark and Hollywood movies do to women. Colin Firth (or whoever is the current Brad Pitt) movies are girl porn. The difference is it is pornography of emotions instead of physicality.

And it’s just — and I don’t use this word lightly — creepy how women live vicariously through made-up people’s relationships. They cheer for something that will never happen, because it’s just a story. And it’s not an aspirational story about overcoming adversity — just a story about having warm feelings through sheer luck.

Churches rightly condemn pornography designed for men, but they are totally silent about — and occasionally even encouraging of — pornography for women.

Creating A Vocabulary: The Fear Of God

Every problem in our society can be traced to the lack of fear of God. But what does this term mean, “fear of God”? You see it all through the Bible, but it’s rarely preached on. Growing up in evangelical protestantism, we were very confused by this term. If God is love, how could you fear love? You are supposed to embrace God, not run away from Him. I was told that it’s really like a deep respect, which seemed like a stretch.

So I’m going to define it for all of you, and you will see how simple it is.

You fear God in the same sense that you fear your father. You love your father, and so you are afraid of him being disappointed in you. You fear his lack of approval, so you do what he wants of you. And especially as a child, you are afraid of your father’s punishment. If a child does whatever he wants, clearly he does not keep in mind the punishment his parents have for him, and therefore he does not fear his parents.

So our society doesn’t fear God, and by that I mean that we don’t fear Hell. We don’t fear the Great Day of Judgment, when every person will stand before God and give an account for how he spent his life. These are just abstracts to us, even as Christians. This is the greatest trick of Satan, to convince Christians that Judgment Day is merely a formality.

Christians spend their lives watching television and buying a nicer car because they don’t think they will ever have to give an account. After all, it’s not necessarily a sin to watch television or buy a nicer car, so therefore there’s nothing wrong with making that the primary focus of your life. They think that as long as they are saved (or going to purgatory, whatever) that they will be able to skip the Great Day of Judgment.

Fools! They have blinded themselves. The Bible has no shortage of warnings, and America has no shortage of Bibles. And yet most American Christians still believe that the Final Day will just be like standing in line at Disney World for them.

I live in constant mindfulness of my death. Every night as I go to bed, I consider how I might not wake up in the morning. One day I will die, and then I will have to give an account of what I have done. How much of this account will be given at my death and how much on that Final Day, I do not know, because God only gave us a warning and not an explanation. But I know that with every sin — and perhaps even with anything that is less than perfection — I am choosing hell.

The protestants will say that this is merely works-salvation, that the Apostle Paul clearly teaches that works are irrelevant to salvation. Let me then quote this same Apostle:

[All Bible verses are NKJV.]

1 Corinthians 5:9 Therefore we make it our aim, whether present or absent, to be well pleasing to Him. 10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.

Is that a metaphor? Did the Apostle mean something else than what he said? Will you fault me for taking the Bible at face-value? Should I base my entire theology on three chapters of Galatians and nothing else? Μη γενοιτο!

Our society pretends that death doesn’t exist. We shut this out of our minds. We don’t tell children about death. We fantasize about transhumanism, the singularity or cryogenics. Some people even believe in reincarnation. Our medical science is based upon living longer instead of living better, that we are more focused on cures than prevention.

But death is coming for each and every one of us. At that time there will be no more excuses.

2 Corinthians 6:2 For He says: “In an acceptable time I have heard you, And in the day of salvation I have helped you.” Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.

The evangelicals believe that repentance is a one-and-done thing, not a lifelong journey of introspection. But we do not even know ourselves. We have always repented less than we think we actually have. Only God knows the depths of our hearts. We are all more selfish than we think.

1 Peter 5:8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. 9 Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world.

The Bible says to remain watchful. You should never let down your guard. Otherwise the demons will swallow you up, which clearly means that those who were saved can go to Hell. I don’t know how this could be more obvious in the Bible. It’s right there.

Matthew 24:42 Watch therefore, for you do not know what hour your Lord is coming. 43 But know this, that if the master of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched and not allowed his house to be broken into. 44 Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.

Why would Jesus say to continue watching if salvation is a guarantee? Why continue to be ready if all the preparations have been made?

Revelation 3:2 Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfect before God. 3 Remember therefore how you have received and heard; hold fast and repent. Therefore if you will not watch, I will come upon you as a thief, and you will not know what hour I will come upon you. 4 You have a few names even in Sardis who have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with Me in white, for they are worthy. 5 He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and before His angels.

And you can go to these people, Christians even, who live in fornication and ask them why do they do the things they know will send them to hell, and they will merely say, “I don’t know.” They may even admit that fornication will send them to hell, but they continue in it anyway. It is not ignorance — only lack of fear.

But we do know why, and that is because they worship the creation instead of the Creator. Sex is the true American god. People will sacrifice anything for Christ except for sex. On that one issue they will not move an inch. Numb people down with porn, and you can rule the world.

Jesus continues,

Matthew 24:45 “Who then is a faithful and wise servant, whom his master made ruler over his household, to give them food in due season? 46 Blessed is that servant whom his master, when he comes, will find so doing. 47 Assuredly, I say to you that he will make him ruler over all his goods. 48 But if that evil servant says in his heart, ‘My master is delaying his coming,’ 49 and begins to beat his fellow servants, and to eat and drink with the drunkards, 50 the master of that servant will come on a day when he is not looking for him and at an hour that he is not aware of, 51 and will cut him in two and appoint him his portion with the hypocrites. There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The wicked servant is not an outsider. He is one of the congregation, and he chooses to do the opposite of what he has been told to do. What then will his excuse be?

At your job, if your boss tells you to do something, and you do not do it, you will get in trouble. If you continue to not do it, he will cast you out of his business. And so you do what your boss tells you to do because you fear being unemployed.

Only the faithful and wise servant is “blessed”.

Every problem in our society — and in our churches — is rooted in the lack of fear of God. We have sex outside of marriage, we condone sterile sex, we get divorced, we cheat on our taxes, we watch Game of Thrones, we value money over family, and we eat ourselves obese all because we either do not believe or do not care that one day we will all answer to God for what we have done with our lives.

Most people, Christian or otherwise, float through life waiting for the next good feeling in whatever form that might be. They don’t think about end times. They don’t think about a morality that aspires to a higher ideal. They only think about what is the minimum of what you should not do, and then they play with that line to move it a little lower.

If American Christians want a third Great Awakening, I suggest they begin fearing God again.

Creating A Vocabulary: Decency

People say I’m very judgmental, especially towards women, but what I actually expect is decency.

I expect women to take care of their bodies by maintaining a healthy weight and not getting impulsive vanity modifications. I expect them to only have sex if they are in a position to deal with the consequences. I expect them to value family over money.

I don’t know why any of this is controversial. All of the red pill and anti-feminist philosophy can be boiled down to simply expecting decency out of women. Having sex with strangers, getting a make-work job that doesn’t produce anything and voting for Hillary Clinton are not decency. Wearing ass pants to church is not decency.

But it’s more than just women. Most people are disgusted by the gays not because of “fear” but by the total abandonment of decency. A man who takes cock up the ass, paints his nails and talks in that annoying high pitch affectation — all in imitation of women — is not acting decently. We don’t need a perfectly rational reason to explain this any more than we need a rational reason for why seeing a turd on the ground disgusts us. Some things are just inherent.

That’s all I want out of people. Decency. Out of everything I have ever written about women or other races, what has ever not been simply a request for people to act like they should?

And as Harvey Dent said in The Dark Knight,

You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time! But you were wrong. The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance. Unbiased, unprejudiced … fair.

Trying to be decent in an indecent society, it’s a lonely road. One might even call it the narrow way.

Article Link: Occult Symbolism In Led Zeppelin

This is a great thing to read before bed.

While Miley Cyrus will drag your daughter to hell, Jimmy Page will drag your son.

No, I’m kidding, though it just occurred to me that millions of teenagers including possibly myself wear these symbols on their clothes and hang them up in their room and never consider if there’s any deeper meaning than just a weird picture of an old man. If the band’s music was perfectly planned down to each cymbal hit, then it would make sense that all of their imagery was too.

The myth of Icarus, I would assume, lends itself to the occult easily, as it is about the pursuit of knowledge just falling short of completion. Occultists — to my understanding, but I’ve made a point to not study this in depth — also commonly hold up the myth of Prometheus. Fundamentally the occult is not about casting spells but about attaining hidden knowledge and causing man to rise to the same height as God while at the same time understanding you will always fall short of this goal. Obviously this is the same thing Satan sought.

I have a friend who did a bunch of drugs and read a bunch of neo-gnostic philosophy, and he said that Led Zeppelin’s music has all these layers that most people wouldn’t notice. “In my time of dying” is about Satan being cast out of heaven and made him feel as though he too were just outside the gates — funny, I used to think this was sort of a gospel song about hope.

This was the ultimate purpose of ancient paganism, both that man is a mere animal that lives for sex and violence but also the subversion and perversion of that same nature. This is why pagan symbols and myths often had human-animal hybrids and male-female creatures. You see this desire to subvert nature while being “one” with it most clearly in the 1977 movie The Wickerman (which is extremely R-rated).

Just by buying Led Zeppelin’s CDs, you bring occult imagery into your house. BUT it is all for naught. Just like Icarus, Jimmy Page’s attempt to indoctrinate America into the occult failed just short of its completion, for occult symbols only have the meaning you ascribe to them. A Ouija board is just cardboard and paint. Tarot decks are just a playing cards.

The occult rituals only work — that is, to summon a demon, whether intentionally or not — because you believe the ritual works. It’s a trick of the demons to cause you to invite them in. These symbols have no power if you view them as just a weird picture of an old man.

Also, the occult is gay, and I can only laugh at people in it. It’s for bisexual teenager girls who hate their fathers and obese middle aged men.

Creating A Vocabulary: Everything Is Porn

Is it Christmas time yet? Walmart says it is. I was singing “Blue Christmas” the other day at work, and people started screaming that it’s still September.

Most of my Christmases have been mediocre at best. Some were truly horrible. I spent Christmas Eve in my senior year of high school at a Krystal after walking out. Here’s a picture of me on Christmas Eve in 2017:

Christmas Eve 2017

You can’t see it well, but I’m wearing a ratty old shirt with a bunch of donkeys on it and a nice black peacoat. And I hadn’t cut my hair in a while, so my bald spot really showed. Just all round I looked homeless.

But for whatever reason, I love Christmas music. Most people hate Christmas music. I should hate Christmas music. I think I recognize that it has some very good melodies, which are rare today.

I think another aspect is the whitewashing. Most Christmas pop songs were written in the 50s and 60s. They predict an ideal time of family and good cheer and true love, when you come home and for just one night all is right in the world again.

The people who grew up on this music all got divorced. So for us kids of those divorced people, it feels insulting. How dare they ask us to pretend that this family is something good and wholesome?

But maybe that’s the point. Escapism is the true meaning of Christmas. Not Christmas Day itself, because who cares? The build up to Christmas is what Christmas is all about. The snow and coldness and starting winter a month before it begins and songs about the goodness of humanity.

It’s all a fantasy. It culminates on Christmas Eve, and by noon the next day it’s all over. But that build up for two months is Disney magic in the real world.

Still, I hate Santa and Frosty and all that crap. I mean, I love love love those old Coca-Cola ads. Then there’s the Beach Boys song. And beyond that I hate everything Santa.

In twenty years Christmas will be a much small thing in our culture. People are sick of it. It’s pushed the boundaries of people’s suspension of disbelief. People no longer want the illusion of a loving family — they want the illusion of being a superhero.

But I love the illusion of a loving family. As Mariah Carey sang:

I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

And the Christmas movies are so good at portraying this kind of soul porn.

If we define “porn” as something that’s a cheap fantasy to provide the gratification of the real thing while bearing little resemblance to it and conferring few or none of its benefits, then pretty much everything in our culture is pornography. The only exception I can think of is Orthodox Christianity, but that’s not really our culture, so I can’t think of a single thing in our society that is real and honest and seeks its purpose for the sake of the purpose itself.

People don’t “make love” anymore. They just “bang” and hope that leads to a happily ever after.

I just finished watching the movie Saving Mr. Banks, about how Walt Disney ground down P. L. Travers to give him the rights to Mary Poppins. Then I rewatched a youtube analysis video that made me want to look it up in the first place.

The point of the movie is our mythologization of history enables us to handle it in a way that’s palatable. So, all the romanticizations of “the Old South” focus on the grand plantations that were actually pretty rare. Modern criticism is usually about slavery, ignoring the larger issue that there was no economy beyond agriculture, which will and can only turn the have-not majority into a feudal class. But yes, dignified young women with a strict code of honor in ridiculous dresses, that’s what we’ll mythologize.

Or as the youtube video points out, you don’t watch Beauty and the Beast and think, “In just a few years, the Beast is going to get the guillotine after the people storm the Bastille and depose the monarchy.”

There’s a lot of criticism of this kind of whitewashing, but it’s not one of those things that just goes away. Why shouldn’t we mythologize “the Old South”? Mythologization is usually about looking to the time when things were better. We like the idea of a kinder, gentler America. You don’t learn how to be a kinder, gentler person by idealizing peasants.

So what is Christmas? Did we really rock around the Christmas tree? As I type that line, the singer comes to this lyric:

You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear

And yes, that’s what it’s about. Sentiment. But sentiment of what?

Voices singing, let’s be jolly
Deck the halls with boughs of holly

A kinder, gentler America that may or may not have once existed. Norman Rockwell is pornography. I’m told that the writer of A Christmas Story delivered the Saturday Evening Post as a child in Indiana and was struck that real Americans are more like alcoholics who answer the door in their underwear. It’s obvious that by the time of A Charlie Brown Christmas that most Americans had bought into a cheap parody Christmas.

Donald Trump is  pornography. What and who is “America”, what does “great” look like, how do we “make” it, and to which point and in what respects will this be like it was “again”? Fixing NAFTA and regulating immigration is not going to bring back the 1950s. The liberation of Donald Trump is, at its best, merely more economic freedom to buy a nicer car.

But we feel this escapism, so we fill the gap with songs like “Where are you Christmas?” I saw that movie when it came out, and I cannot remember how it ends. I mean, yes, The Grinch ends like The Grinch does, but they did some moral lesson at the end of the Jim Carey movie, and it was so generic that I can’t remember. I think it was something about family and not caring about presents, because that’s always the lesson

We tell ourselves that Christmas isn’t about presents, but we all know that’s a lie. We tell ourselves that to ease our guilt, but we buy the allegorical aluminum Christmas tree anyway. If you didn’t want Christmas to be about presents, you would quit buying presents. Jesus/family/charity and literal stacks of material gain are opposites. You can’t serve God and mammon. There were several years I told my parents not to buy me anything “because it’s just a bribe”, and last last year I outright refused to accept any gifts from them.

I always go to liturgy on Christmas Day. I may be hungover and leave after twenty minutes, but I make a point to go. I’m not Catholic, so I don’t do this Christmas Eve loophole. You can’t say “Keep Christ in Christmas” and then skip the actual Christ-mass. One year I just skipped Easter, and I’ve been tempted to do it other years, but I always go to Nativity liturgy out of sheer rebellion.

But up until then, I love the porn.

Miley Cyrus Has Succeeded In Her Life Goal Of Becoming Satan Incarnate

They say that America is never referenced in Biblical prophecy, but I found one right here:

Leviticus 19:29 Do not profane your daughter by making her a prostitute, lest the land fall into prostitution and the land become full of depravity.

I’ve heard it said before that there might not be much evidence of God but you can almost prove the existence of Satan.

Two months ago Miley Cyrus released a new music video that has confirmed my faith in Satan. I mean, I’ve had literal encounters with demons, so I thought that did the trick, but now there’s video evidence. Boom! Atheism defeated. The Bush years continue to lose their relevance.

I just finished watching the music video. I was going to link to it below in that kind of shock humor I do, but it’s just too awful. If you’re really feeling like burning your eyes with sulfur, it’s called “Mother’s Daughter”, but just take my word. You know how feminists say they don’t want to be objectified but then take off their clothes in public? This is that on absinthe.

Proverbs 30:20 This is the way of an adulteress: she eats and wipes her mouth and says, “I have done no wrong.”

If you want some still shots, here’s an article from that website that everyone hates. It’s how I heard of the song in the first place.

The single hit #54 on the Billboard, which is relatively low, though it performed better in Australia and Bulgaria. The album comes out later this year.

And of course this is what “your 14 year old daughter” idolizes. All of them. They go to school and share their music with their friends, and they all look up to the same celebrities. You’ve never heard of these people. Neither have I. Last year Ariana Grande had some mega hit that broke all the records, and I can’t even name it.

Girls have always been this way. They didn’t cling to the most talented or handsome celebrities but the most popular. This is why relatively mediocre bands like the Beatles achieved such momentum and why Elvis could put out three crappy, interchangeable movies a year.

So yes, give it some time and this will be a hit. It was lab-designed to turn “your 14 year old daughter” into a gender-neutral degenerate who talks like a sailor and never breeds or produces anything good or beautiful in her entire life. This is genocide at the spiritual level. You can block the internet and television at your house and take away her cellphone, but she still goes to school. The only solution is to go Ruby Ridge.

Keep in mind that this same “””singer””” was complaining about Father Trump’s bad morals.

I go around saying things like “at least the blacks weren’t crack addicts and welfare parasites when they were slaves but instead did meaningful work that contributed to the community and culture, nor did they ever want of food, housing or clothing” and people think I’m transgressive, but then the 2016 Democratic presidential nominee has people like Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry campaginging for her, and half the country votes for her. I guess I’m autistic, because I don’t understand these social norms. Pornographic music that teaches preteens about bondage sex is okay, but Aristotelian social ethics are not okay. Is that correct?

Like, if someone at church comes up to you and says, “I really like Miley Cyrus”, you just think she must have no taste. But if I come up to you and say, “Women are by nature child-bearers, and therefore their primary focus in life should be the nurture of family,” I’m literally Hitler. This is the ideological schizophrenia our society is in.

Or as St Anthony said, “A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, ‘You are mad; you are not like us.’”

This video reminded me of an interview her father gave eight years ago, in which he said that Satan has targeted his daughter. The secular media laughed at this. I don’t see the lie.

“It destroyed my family. I’ll tell you right now – the damn show destroyed my family,” Billy Ray declared, before admitting he wishes they never agreed to do the Disney Channel show.

“I’d take it back in a second. For my family to be here and just be everybody okay, safe and sound and happy and normal, would have been fantastic. Heck, yeah,” he said. “I’d erase it all in a second if I could.”

That’s America. We sold our souls for money and comfort. Miley Cyrus’s first big single — and probably the only good one — had a line:

I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Whoa, am I gonna fit in?

Turns out the answer is yes, she very much did fit in.

Notice the word “dream”. America is all about dreams. Schools are all about dreams. We tell kids their dreams are sacred. We don’t tell kids to stay in their hometowns and build a community — we tell them to get on a plane for the big city to pursue their dreams.

This is what the kids believe in. Not Jesus or family or even rock n roll — kids are taught to believe in whatever pop culture is manufactured in a lab by the Jews, and they will defend this to the death. They won’t sign up for the military to defend Iraqi freedom, but they’ll get angry should you dare blaspheme the good name of Harry Potter.

I go through this cycle with Disney. My heart loves it, but my head knows it’s evil. So I’ll think, “Doesn’t Pinnochio redeem the company, with the wishing upon a star and the little Italian clockmaker?” And then an article will come out like this Billy Ray Cyrus interview and I’ll be like, “Okay, yeah, Walt’s been dead for a long time. I can’t support Disney any more than I can support the Catholic Church just because there’s a connection to something that was once good and beautiful.” Then a few more weeks will go by and I’ll think, “Oh but the music in Little Mermaid was so wonderful!”, and then I’ll read something by a former child actress accusing the studio of child molestation, and I’ll think “Okay, that’s it. I can’t support Disney at all for any reason.” And then a few more weeks will go by and I’ll think, “Yeah but Mickey Mouse at Christmas…”

It’s like learning not just that Santa Clause doesn’t exist but also that he is driving your parents into debt slavery. But you can’t tell me those vintage Coca-Cola ads aren’t something special.

“How many interviews did I give and say, ‘You know what’s important between me and Miley is I try to be a friend to my kids’? I said it a lot,” [Billy Ray Cyrus] admitted. “And sometimes I would even read other parents might say, ‘You don’t need to be a friend, you need to be a parent.’ Well, I’m the first guy to say to them right now: You were right.”

“I should have been a better parent. I should have said, ‘Enough is enough – it’s getting dangerous and somebody’s going to get hurt,'” he continued. “I should have, but I didn’t. Honestly, I didn’t know the ball was out of bounds until it was way up in the stands somewhere.”

Well at least there’s humility. That’s pretty rare. Most parents can’t admit they failed.

This is what the young men have to look forward to. The Christian teenage boys who don’t smoke weed and save their virginity for marriage and get a college degree, they grow up to discover that all the women are Miley Cyrus wannabes with $40k in student loans.

I’m starting to not even care about the collapsing White birth rate. We deserve our Moslems and Hindus and Aztecs.

It’s funny how there’s a connection between an overly sexualized society and a collapsing birthrate. Did the Bible have anything to say about this?

Hosea 4:10 For they shall eat, but not have enough;
They shall commit harlotry, but not increase;
Because they have ceased obeying the Lord.

Nahum 3:4 Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot,
The mistress of sorceries,
Who sells nations through her harlotries,
And families through her sorceries.

In the days of , there’s no excuse to be ignorant.

Creating A Vocabulary: “Fun” Doesn’t Exist

I’ve written about this before, but it’s been a while and it wasn’t a very good post. This is an extremely difficult concept to explain.

Fun is a very new concept. People have always done things we would think of as “fun” — there have always been songs and stories and laughter. But it was never in the sense we view these things now. The word “fun” doesn’t exist in other languages, and its modern usage in English is only maybe two centuries old. You don’t see Shakespeare writing about “fun”.

You yourself probably could not give a real definition of it. What is fun? You can give examples of fun. You could probably say “doing something which you enjoy and makes you happy”, but that would include things like going to church or moving out of your parents’ house. Surely fun is more than just being happy.

It’s not that “fun” activities are wrong in themselves or that laughter is sin — it’s the underlying intention in pursuing these activities. To go to Six Flags with my friends and just laugh all day seems really perverse to me, or at least childish. I tell jokes and laugh, but I don’t make this a primary focus of my life. People “enjoy” reading this blog, but they certainly wouldn’t say it’s entertaining in the way a TED talk is.

A lot of pastors try to be as funny as possible, and people consider this a positive trait. Catholics threw away the old mass for something more interesting. Christians think church is about entertainment, because everything has become about entertainment.


Spot the difference?


Two days after writing this blog post, I came across a great explanation of this concept in the the book Spread the Word by Fr Michael Keiser, in which he explains that joy is essential to evangelism.

It is important to understand what joy is not. Joy is not fun. Fun is not a biblical word. Fun is often a self-centered attempt at entertainment and distraction. Christian life and worship are not meant to be fun-filled excursions to Happy Clappy Land in which we whip up the emotions to an abnormal high. That leads to let-down and burnout.

I don’t think in the category of “fun”. I barely think in the category of “entertaining”. These words are irrelevant. So what if something is fun? How does that at all affect its value?

We live in a society where we associate fun with goodness. We cannot understand how doing something to feel good could be a bad thing. We live life like it’s a math equation of good feelings. If your life had lots of good feelings, then you had a good life. If your life had a lot of difficulty, then it was all a waste. And nothing makes us more angry than someone who ruined our good feelings, even if through no fault of that person.


I did a search, and only six times did Shakespeare use the word “fun”. In only maybe one of those does it have its modern sense. This is from a playwright who frequently wrote about people playing pranks on each other.

From Romeo and Juliet:

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
man for coughing in the street, because he hath
wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

I’m not sure what that means. It seems to mean “full”.


Cassio. Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.
Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; ’tis not yet ten o’ the
clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love
of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame:
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and 1150
she is sport for Jove.
Cassio. She’s a most exquisite lady.
Iago. And, I’ll warrant her, fun of game.

Here it seems to mean “fond”.


Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so fun soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best!

I guess this could mean “fun” in our modern sense, but it still looks like “full”.

From the same play:

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So fun of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour;
At which, like unback’d colts, they prick’d
their ears,

This seems to mean “full”, and it seems to have the connotation that they have been driven insane with the alcohol and valor.

Twelfth Night:

Viola. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little 495
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet
lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
Olivia. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when
the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
Viola. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture of 500
war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my
hand; my words are as fun of peace as matter.

Again it seems to mean “full”.

From the same play:

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou’st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set ’em down: go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.

Once again the word seems to mean “full”, but if you squint a certain way it could have the modern meaning.


The idea of going to Six Flags and spending all day laughing — that’s kind of psychotic. There’s something deeply wrong with this idea that the right way to spend your day is to have unbridled, blinding happiness that makes you forget everything else, and that being able to afford this drunken happiness is the primary purpose in earning money.

If you could go back in time to your ancestors and say that they are building this amazing country so that you can sit at home and watch theater shows all day, and if they actually believed you, then they would think you were wasting this great gift they are sacrificing for. If you told them that most people plan their day around watching four hours of theater and that a third of the time involves advertisements, they wouldn’t have bothered to settle the frontier.

Fr Seraphim Rose said in a speech just a few weeks before his death:

The message of this universal temptation that attacks men today—quite openly in its secular forms, but usually more hidden in its religious forms—is:Live for the present, enjoy yourself, relax, be comfortable. Behind this message is another, more sinister undertone which is openly expressed only in the officially atheist countries which are one step ahead of the free world in this respect. In fact, we should realize that what is happening in the world today is very similar whether it occurs behind the Iron Curtain or in the free world. There are different varieties of it, but there is a very similar attack to get our soul. In the communist countries which have an official doctrine of atheism, they tell quite openly that you are to: Forget about God and any other life but the present; remove from your life the fear of God and reverence for holy things; regard those who still believe in God in the “old-fashioned’ way as enemies who must be exterminated. One might take, as a symbol of our carefree, fun-loving, self-worshipping times, our American “Disneyland”; if so, we should not neglect to see behind it the more sinister symbol that shows where the “me generation” is really heading: the Soviet Gulag, the chain of concentration camps that already governs the life of nearly half the world’s population.

This idea that you can go to Disneyland, “The Happiest Place on Earth”, and just have unrestricted happiness through the sheer manufactured wonder of everything, that the secret to having a fulfilled life is the tea cup ride — it’s sick,  in every sense of the term. This isn’t right. This isn’t sustainable. You can’t build a civilization on this.

Again, this concept is extremely difficult to explain. You either see it or you don’t.

And this idea of fun saturates everything. Why do people have sex with people they have no intention of procreating with? “Because it’s fun.” I ask how fun is relevant, and they say that fun is fun and it’s good to pursue fun.

I tell people that I hate how I wasted my childhood playing Pokemon, and they say, “Oh but you had so much fun!” But frankly, I don’t know what else I would have done. My parents told us to play outside, but there wasn’t anything to do out there. We didn’t learn any life skills. We didn’t go camping. We just had fun, and we were all miserable.

It seems that we think the primary purpose of childhood is to have fun. There’s no sense that childhood is about preparing for adulthood, because we have no model for adulthood. Children go to school and learn to read and do math, but they don’t learn how to fix a car or prepare a pot roast.

All of this is insanity. I cannot believe that I have woken up in this society and found this to be the reality we live in. Out of all the times I could have lived, it had to be in the 21st century where people’s highest values is fun. That’s the real reason Whites are not reproducing. It’s cruel that I have to live and function and hold a job in a world where the highest value is blind laughter.

I listen to people talk about how they are planning their trip to a generic European tourist trap and have been to various other European tourist traps to look at European things, and I just feel sad for them that they have nothing else in life to live for. Their whole life is built upon waiting for their week’s travel to Ireland, and they would never sacrifice that week for anything. They don’t spend their money on their children — they spend it on plane tickets. If a pastor preached a sermon that all your excess money should go to the poor or to the missionaries, these people would leave the church.


When most people are diagnosed with a fatal disease, they break down. There was so much fun that they wanted to have, and now they won’t get to have that fun. They always wanted to see Rio, but they spent too much time at the office.

I would not care at all if I had cancer. Actually I would probably be kind of happy. I am certain I would not cry about how I never got to see or do something I always wanted to see or do. I cannot imagine having the vapidity of soul that upon learning that I’m going to die I would say, “Oh but I never went to Rio!”

When you’re dying, you’re supposed to reflect on how you lived your life and repent for anything you may have over-looked. Dying is supposed to be sobering and humbling. You are supposed to accept your powerlessness in the world. You are supposed to realize that all the things you thought were important will very soon not matter. To look heaven and hell in the face and decide that what really matters is the earth misses the point of the great gift of dying.

The joy of heaven will not be roller coaster joy. All true Christian joy is intimately mixed with sadness, particularly the relief from it. There will be joy in heaven, but there will not be laughter. Most people cannot understand how joy can exist without laughter, and therefore most people will not go to heaven.