I’ll admit right off the bat that when I saw the trailer for Higher Ground recently in advance of what I’m sure was a much better film (Midnight in Paris, perhaps?), I was enamored. As I was in an artsy fartsy theater watching and artsy farsy film and by consequence, all the trailers are for equally artsy, and fartsy, perhaps I’d like it. Who knows?
Then my wife surprised me. She wanted me to spend the last day of my holiday — my October Revolution Celebration weekend — seeing this film. So she sent me video reviews by atheists and a goofy intellectual of whom with, I’m certain I have not a single thing in common.
This did not help. In fact, it made things worse. If you care to, judge for yourself before reading my assessment. Basically, these folks all just love the film and why? Because it “doesn’t judge,” or some nonsense like that.
Or, this one, equally bad and to my mind, a bit stinky.
I was not only unimpressed but a bit pissed with both reviews. Thank you very much. Quite obviously, they actually, as young folk, were never inculcated into an environment where they were beseeched by elders to bow their heads, close their eyes, and raise their hands over the irrational fear that an eternity of torture awaits them for their thought crimes and worse.
Creds: the scene is very well done. Accurate.
What’s actually going on in real life is that the manipulative device of shutting off two of your sensory organs is so that you and others– who may have been scared shitless by the foregoing message — can escape the further scared shitlessness by being identified by peers — by sight or sound (or live in the fantasy that you’re not). But that doesn’t begin to tell the whole story. It’s a life view. No, there’s not 70 virgins — you only get one, in real life…BONUS! — but you get “streets of gold and a mansion” that God himself special built for you.
Heads or tails: a dime is a dime.
Then there’s the aspect of laying awake as a kid, worried that if you should die in your sleep, you may go straight to hell because you may not have said the magic words exactly per the catechism. They say it’s about your heart, but that’s the rub. You still have the heart of a wild animal. You really do want to look up the dresses of girls. The emotional conflict turns on whether it’s worth it. In time, thankfully, the smartest of us do learn: pussy is absolutely worth an eternity of torture in hell.
They didn’t account for this.
Well, I could go on an on, but I have to lend a paleo perspective to all of this baggage.
You want Rapture? It’s simple; and I’ll just talk to the guy aspect. You guys…16, 17, 18 and even more, sitting there in the pews? Your parents, if they are putting a roof over your heads, feeding you well, and putting you in advantageous social situations, need not be challenged. Be smart. Be a good kid. Then chat up that lovely who’s as curious as you, go out behind the church, and discover by your own touch, sight, smell, hearing (ahhh, ahhh, ahhh) and, and…taste, how clueless is the impotent, restrictive, fearful, and cruel world you have had the misfortune of landing in.
You want Rapture? Just one example, but become an expert at cunnilingus, and it’s not just about your tongue. Actually, your hands are just as important. These need to be placed in such a way that you can get sensory feedback vis-à-vis muscular contraction. Listen also for breathing rate and of course, when you get to be expert, involuntary verbalisms.
Don’t ever stop until you get it right. You have my permission. Then learn how to use your index and middle finger expertly.
And then you will have freed the animal and its marvelous mind, and this sort of bullshit I’ve just been blogging about; and the impotent, limp dick men who couldn’t sexually please a woman if their lives depended upong it — who would rather spend their lives seeking the lazy way through either brute enslavement or clever or subtle intimidation — will be fully revealed to you. But just smile. You’ll know.
You can do much better, and it has nothing whatever to do about your ability to understand and quote an ancient text. It has everything to do with your developed sense of taste, touch, smell, hearing and the the ability to spot your beautiful and sexy mark in the first place.
She wants you. So do the limp dicks. Who ya gonna choose?