Go do what Dick Cheney told Pat Leahy to do on the Senate floor, you wolf in sheep’s clothing.
That is all.
Go do what Dick Cheney told Pat Leahy to do on the Senate floor, you wolf in sheep’s clothing.
That is all.
In my quest to complete an Ironman triathlon–I signed up for Ironman Louisville (IMLOU), which is in 4 weeks from yesterday–I have taken up century (100+ mile) rides as training runs. In 2013, I completed the Horsey Hundred; it was my first organized bike ride. That convinced me that I might be able to pull off an Ironman, given sufficient training.
Last year, I completed the Kentucky Century Challenge–the Redbud Ride, Horsey Hundred, Preservation Pedal, and Hub City Tour–to earn my free cycling jersey.
This year, I decided to use the KCC rides to prepare for IMLOU 2015.
The Redbud Ride was brutal, with the first 33 miles in cold and rain, but I finished strong.
The Horsey Hundred was excellent. I finished comfortably.
The Preservation Pedal was a soaker, with non-stop rain. But I finished without a problem.
In July, I biked the IMLOU course. All 112 miles. It was tough, but not as bad as the KCC rides.
But going into the Hub City Tour, I had some setbacks.
(1) On August 30, I was biking the IMLOU course. I had done a nice swim, and was only a mile into the bike ride when I wiped out. I hit some uneven pavement and went down hard. Broke the helmet, tore my jersey, got some nice road rash, and sprained both wrists. I got 40 miles in, but had to abandon the ride when MrsLarijani–who was riding SAG–started having car trouble.
(2) On September 5, I was biking in downtown Louisville. I was 54 miles into a planned 100-mile ride when I nailed a pothole on 2nd and Jefferson Street. Went down very hard. Broke the helmet in 3 places, and wrenched my middle back. Ended up in ER. CT scans were normal: no head injury. X-rays were negative. Back spasms were nasty, however.
So, going into the Hub City Tour (September 12), I had 2 jobs:
(1) Finish the ride.
(2) Don’t crash!
Making matters worse, the HCT is the hardest of the KCC rides. After an easy 48 miles, the middle 34 has brutal hills and nasty headwinds.
What I didn’t know: the road quality was downright horrible: lots of potholes, gravel, cracks, and uneven pavement, often at the bottom of downhills. This was not the case last year.
The ride was very difficult from the get-go. To play it safe, I stayed with the slow ride group. The first 48 miles were easy except for the road quality. The hills weren’t bad, and the weather was pleasant except for the headwind.
The middle 34 miles were awful: bad road quality, merciless headwind, and steep hills. Because of the road quality, it was hard to go for the momentum on downhills, and that made the uphills more difficult. By mile 80, we had seasoned riders who were really hurting.
But I was feeling great except for my butt being sore from the saddle!
The last stage was relatively flat, but most of the group was in pain from the previous sections. Once we turned onto Ring Road–the main road circling Elizabethtown–I felt very good. I got into the aero position and blasted forward. When we turned into E-Town Sports Park, I was all aero. I even stayed aero after turning onto Mulberry Street, catching up to someone who had been ahead of my group the entire time. I left him in the dust as I turned onto Helm Street.
After finishing, I topped it off with a small transition jog.
Whereas I was very soreafter finishing the HCT last year, I wasn’t even stiff this year. I even ran 10 miles the next day. No pain at all.
I have now earned my 400-mile jersey. That was one of my goals for the year.
My other goal still is pending: Ironman Louisville. October 11.
One more brick (ultra-long workout) to go, and then taper begins…
In May, when I assessed the firestorm over Josh Duggar, I had this to say:
It would be fair, in his circle of accountability, to question him significantly about who he is today. Has he cheated on his wife? Does he use pornography? What changed in his conduct after his scrapes at age 14? Has he learned to control his passions in a way befitting a Christian gentleman?
Well….we now have our answer.
It appears that Mr. Duggar never learned to control his passions, and in fact let them run beyond even the loosest Christian boundaries.
He HAS cheated on his wife.
He IS addicted to pornography.
His sexual experimentation has far exceeded the marriage bed.
I say none of this to kick Duggar while he’s down. He’s not the only person outed in the Ashley Madison hack; in fact, over 30 million people were outed. While some of those e-mail accounts may have been hijacked and the people “outed” could be innocent, let’s just say that the overwhelming majority are probably guilty. This is a sad commentary on America.
My cynical side says that the ranks of Ashley Madison users will include no small number of ministers and other Christian leaders. This could lead to the mother of all shakeups in the Church, and that will likely be a good thing when the smoke clears.
I feel sorry for the offended spouses and their children.
As for Mr. Duggar, his character has caught up to him. His parents let him skate when he was a teen; he has not checked his passions and has instead expanded them into adultery and other perversions. He now must face a reality that has become public knowledge, even as he faces a lawsuit from one of his former victims.
I hope, for this own sake, that he faces his reality as David faced his own.
And like I said, he won’t be the last.
When the first co-ed Ranger School class began, the first week had much promise: eight of them, out of 19, made it through the first week. This prompted critics to wonder if the standards had been lowered. Personally, I was not so sure: most of RAP week is PT, and there are women who can handle extreme PT.
Then, in the Darby Phase, reality kicked in. Of those eight, five washed out. Three of them, after washing out of Darby twice, were given a “Day 1 restart”, meaning they had to recycle through Ranger School, starting on Day 1 of RAP week.
All three of them made it through RAP week, and all passed the Darby Phase.
One had to recycle the Mountain Phase, and two of them made it through the Mountain Phase.
Not surprisingly, both are West Point grads.
While critics may argue that the Ranger School standards were lowered, I’m willing to give these ladies the benefit of the doubt. After all, a lot of men washed out of Ranger School, too.
My argument against women in Ranger School is a cost-benefit issue–and I’ll stick to that, given that, out of over 120 women who volunteered, only 20 qualified to get in, and only 19 showed up for the first day, and only 2 made it–and not about whether some can handle it.
Still, I’ll tip my cap to these two who earned the Ranger Tab. That is quite an accomplishment.
Given that she experienced the cutting edge of the telos of the sexual revolution, I’d say she’s on the money. This is priceless.
My observation of my father and mother’s actual belief is this: since everyone is naturally gay, it is the straight establishment that makes everyone hung up and therefore limited. Sex early will make people willing to have sex with everyone, which will bring about the utopia while eliminating homophobia and helping people become “who they really are.” It will also destroy the hated nuclear family with its paternalism, sexism, ageism (yes, for pedophiles, that is a thing) and all other “isms.” If enough children are sexualized young enough, gayness will suddenly be “normal” and accepted by everyone, and the old fashioned notions about fidelity will vanish. As sex is integrated as a natural part of every single relationship, the barriers between people will vanish, and the utopia will appear, as “straight culture” goes the way of the dinosaur. As my mother used to say: “Children are brainwashed into believing they don’t want sex.”
I know, I know. The stupidity of that particular thesis is boundless, and the actual consequence is forty-year-olds in therapy for sexual abuse, many, many suicides, and ruined lives for just about EVERYONE. But someone needed to say it. Will anyone hear it? There were six Johnny Does at my father’s trial, who would not testify, and two victims, who did. One of the victims I am in touch with. He was silenced so fiercely by fans of my mother years ago that he is not able to talk about it to this day. I don’t know the fate of all the Johnny Does, but I do know one of them is dead in his forties from an eating disorder, never having been able to talk about what happened, and I know at least one of the people on the list of 22 names I gave the cops as a potential abuse victim died from suicide last year. I also know a number of victims of my father who would not testify because they love him. As a personal note, I can understand why: of my parents, he was by far the kinder one. After all, he was only a serial rapist. My mother was an icy, violent monster whose voice twisted up my stomach.
A very brief note on my “stepmother:” she now denies ever having been gay, after 22 years with my mother, and she has married a man. So what was was she “born”? Was she born gay, and is now living in “denial” of her “true nature” as the gays would have it, or was she besotted in a childish way with my mother, who did what celebrities do, and took advantage of her innocence and emotional infantility? She was 26 when she got involved with my mother, and told me later she felt she had been “molested” by my mother. I can’t use that word for her: she was 26. But she DID call my mother “mommy” and most of the emotional content of their relationship was an attempt to prove that she was a “better daughter” than I was: a competition that for me, was over before it began. I am my mother’s daughter. It is a biological reality. Giving my mother orgasms does not make my stepmother a better daughter, simply a fool. And as it can be noted now, she MUST be the “better daughter” because I blew the whistle. I don’t speak to her.
This March I met Katy Faust online: one of the six children of gays who filed an amicus brief with the Supreme Court opposing gay marriage. We corresponded, and I left CA. I am still reeling from the death of my last bits of denial. It IS the homosexuality that is the problem. It IS the belief that all sex all the time will somehow cure problems instead of creating them that is the problem.
So I have begun to speak out against gay marriage, and in doing so, I have alienated most of even my strongest supporters. After all, they need to see my parents as wacky sex criminals, not as homosexuals following their deeply held ethical positions and trying to create a utopia according to a rather silly fantasy. They do not have the willingness to accept the possibility that homosexuality might actually have the result of destroying children and even destroying the adults who insist on remaining in its thrall.
Now for all well-meaning people who believe I am extrapolating from my experience to the wider gay community, I would like to explain why I believe this is so: From my experience in the gay community, the values in that community are very different: the assumption is that EVERYONE is gay and closeted, and early sexual experience will prevent gay children from being closeted, and that will make everyone happy.
If you doubt me, research “age of consent” “Twinks,” “ageism” and the writings of the NUMEROUS authors on the Left who believe that early sexuality is somehow “beneficial” for children.
Due to my long experience with the BSDM community (bondage/discipline, Sado-Masochism) it is my belief that homosexuality is a matter of IMPRINTING, in the same way that BDSM fantasies are. To the BDSM’er, continued practice of the fantasy is sexually exciting. To the gay person, naturally, the same. However, from what I have seen, neither one creates healing. My mother became a lesbian because she was raped by her father. My father was molested by a priest–and regarded it as being the only love he had ever experienced. There are a vanishingly few people who are exclusively gay, but far more who have relationships with people of BOTH genders, as my parents and other relatives did.
What sets gay culture apart from straight culture is the belief that early sex is good and beneficial, and the sure knowledge (don’t think for a second that they DON’T know) that the only way to produce another homosexual is to provide a boy with sexual experiences BEFORE he can be “ruined” by attraction to a girl.
If you’re OK with that, and you might not be, it is worth your consideration. If you think I am wrong, that is your privilege, but watch out for the VAST number of stories of sexual abuse AND transgenderism that will come about from these gay “marriages.” Already the statistics for sexual abuse of children of gays are astronomically high compared to that suffered by the children of straights.
Naturally my perspective is very uncomfortable to the liberal people I was raised with: I am “allowed” to be a victim of molestation by both parents, and “allowed” to be a victim of rather hideous violence. I am, incredibly, NOT ALLOWED to blame their homosexuality for their absolute willingness to accept all sex at all times between all people.
But that is not going to slow me down one bit. I am going to keep right on speaking out. I have been silent for entirely too long. Gay “marriage” is nothing but a way to make children over in the image of their “parents” and in ten to thirty years, the survivors will speak out.
In the meantime, I will.
We’ve got your back over here, Moira.
Because I needed a long workout, and because I wanted to gain some familiarity with the Louisville Ironman bike course–given that I plan on riding it for real in October–I decided I would ride it a couple times this summer.
Yesterday was Take 1.
MrsLarijani was riding SAG, and this would prove critical. But more later.
Here is the route.
As far as century rides go, the route is very straightforward, especially compared to the Kentucky Century Challenge rides (Redbud, Horsey Hundred, Preservation Pedal, and Hub City tour).
In terms of hill profile, it looks tough: not a lot of really nasty climbs–although there ARE some humdingers–but about 70 miles of what appear to be non-stop rollers. On a hot day, as well as a day where you have completed a 2.4 mile swim and have a full marathon (26.2 miles) waiting for you when you’re done, those rollers can make for quite the psychological challenge.
That was my take going in.Weather was about as good as you can expect on a July day: high 60s in the morning, heavy humidity, with highs expected to hit the mid to upper 80s. Very little chance of rain.
I figured if I could bike this in 8 hours or less, it would be a very good day.
I started from the downtown YMCA (on 2nd street), caught Witherspoon Street, then turned onto North Preston Street and then onto River Road.
The River Road stage is about ten miles, and it is relatively flat. The only serious problem: there are sections were the road quality SUCKS. We’re talking bumps, cracks, potholes, craters, sinkholes. OK…maybe not sinkholes, but it’s pretty jarring.
From there, I turned onto US-42. This is where the hills began: one decent climb, and then a fair amount of rollers where the downhills don’t give you enough speed to truly capitalize. I never had to come out of the saddle for the hills, so that was good. None of these hills were as bad as the really nasty climbs in the Redbud Ride or the Horsey Hundred, but they began to remind me of that 34-mile stretch on the Hub City Tour.
I played it conservatively because I didn’t know what to expect.
Turning onto 1697, for an out-and-back, that 9-mile stretch had a lot of hills, some of which were quite challenging. The downhill sections were pretty nice, though.
From there, I caught US-42 and took some rollers, and then began the first of two Lagrange loops starting with a turn onto 393. The 393 stretch wasn’t too bad: some longer climbs, but nothing too bad. I was going a bit conservatively here, too.
Then I turned onto US-146. That was a fair set of rollers, but nothing too bad.
The fun began with the turn onto Ballard School Road. These were some of the more challenging hills of the course: they didn’t seem THAT bad, but it seemed that they would never stop.
Once we got to the top, I noticed that I was having trouble getting speed. I looked down, and my rear tire was flat.
No problem: I had a pump in the car. I started pumping it, then removed the cable, and–PFFFFFFF!!!!–the tire went COMPLETELY flat. Valve-stem failure.
No problem: I had a spare tube. Some folks from a house in the area jumped in to help me get the tube on, and it seemed to fit, except for one thing: the valve stem didn’t come out far enough for us to get enough air into the tire. We got some pliers and pulled. PFFFFFFFF!!!!! We pinched the tube.
Both tubes were dead. I was hosed.
So we took the bike to Schellers, and they were able to replace the tube. From there, we came back to the point of failure and resumed the ride.
(Note: during the Ironman, this won’t be a problem: the SAG folks are renowned for their skill and speed.)
At this point, I was dejected. I had clearly been riding too slow, and at the pace I was riding, this was clearly nowhere close to Ironman-worthy numbers. So far, I had gone 45 miles in 4 hours. That was downright awful. I had been WAY too conservative.
I had 70 miles to go, and I had something to prove.
So I decided to ride a higher gear on the flats and downhills, and get a little more aggressive on the uphills.
I proceeded to put in my best cycling performance. I finished the first Lagrange loop–from Old Sligo Road to L’Esprit to 153 to US-42 and back to 393 comfortably. After stopping for Gatorade at the 393 intersection, I hit the second loop aggressively.
It felt good. I was sweating up a storm, it was hot, but the pace was nice. I hit Ballard School Road and took the hills without incident, and stopped at the top–where my tire blew–for a quick drink break, and finished up to US-42.
Now here’s my take: when you hit US-42–knowing it’s a straight shot into Louisville–there is a really nice feeling to that.
Yes, there were some rollers left: the hill profile doesn’t tell the story. But the hills weren’t all that bad. I was able to stay in the aero position for most of the way. The 31 miles in seemed pretty nice.
Until I got onto River Road and started hitting the jarring craters!
Oh, and for a note of comic relief: I had my first altercation with a driver. Some douche nozzle drove by and yelled, “Get off the road, faggot!!!” (I guess he was revealing his own latent homosexuality…but I digress….) I was too lost in concentration to flip him off.
Otherwise, the ride back to downtown was nice.
I had biked the remaining 70 miles in about the same time that I had biked the previous 45. I averaged a pace of just under 16 mph for that 70-mile stretch.
Still not where I want to be, but definitely an Ironman-worthy performance.
This morning, I am quite pleasantly surprised at how sore I am not. Legs feel fine; back is fine; neck is fine; upper body is a bit sore, but not nearly as bad as after Redbud. Butt is sore.
What I need to work on:
I’ve got 3 months to get there. I’m cautiously optimistic.
Here is my take on the course:
Here’s one of the latter 8:
15. Time frame: no one gets to call you on a whim to hang out. Your time is precious and valuable and you are clearly booked days in advance. Someone who honors your time will plan ahead and ask to take you out with at least a 48 hour request.
I’m curious as to what you guys have to say to her 21 list.
Anyone old enough to remember the height of the Cold War can appreciate the irony here.
Two of the great knocks on the old Soviet Union were their intense persecution of Christians and their institutional Atheism. In fact, American leaders appealed to the Christian sensibilities of Americans in their opposition to Communist efforts at world domination. The best leader in that era, President Reagan, highlighted that contrast on the world’s biggest stage.
Fast-forward thirty years, and the roles have reversed.
Whodathunk that the Russian President–a former KGB man himself–would sound more like George Washington than our own President?
As far as I know, Putin is a political opportunist who couldn’t care less about God.
Still, the irony is priceless.
On Friday, the Supreme Court handed down its “gay marriage” ruling, single-handedly throwing out thousands of years of law, fact, and history and redefining marriage to include same-sex couples, and imposing that on all fifty states. In doing so, SCOTUS has dismantled most of what remains of our connection to common law. This is the telos of the Sexual Revolution.
Welcome to post-Christian America. It’s been here for a while, but on Friday any remaining doubters were silenced.
Does this mean that government is going to be rounding up Christians and putting them into prison camps? Does this mean that government is going to start shutting down churches? Not by a long shot. At least not for a couple decades.
But make no mistake: if you are a Christian and hold to the Biblical teachings with respect to life and sexual ethics, then the public square has become an order of magnitude more hostile. Where the perspective of the Church was once afforded great respect, that is no longer the case in America.
What it does mean: people who hold to particular viewpoints are going to be increasingly marginalized. This is already happening, and you can expect this to intensify.
If you’re a business owner, you have seen the handwriting on the wall. Bakeries, caterers, and florists must accommodate gay weddings; religious-based objections have been shot down in court. Expect more such encroachments on Christian business owners.
While Hobby Lobby won their case over contraception funding, the same cannot be said of those businesses that directly serve the wedding market. Freedom of association is dead, unless you are a Muslim business, in which case no one will touch you for fear of getting beheaded.
As for churches and parachurch organizations, you’re going to have to look long and hard at the whole tax-exemption paradigm. President Obama’s own Solicitor General, when asked about this in the SCOTUS hearings in Obergefell v. Hodges, admitted, “[it’s] going to be an issue.”
If your church or organization is tax-exempt and refuses membership to gays, that tax-exemption will be on the chopping block. It won’t happen tomorrow, but make no mistake: it will eventually happen. You need to prepare for that eventuality, and you need to do that sooner rather than later. Now is the time to start thinking about an exit strategy from that tangled web of tax-exemption.
A good friend of mine, a pastor at a church in Kentucky, has done this with his church from day one: when he started it, he did not go for tax-exemption. Churches like his won’t be facing the financial crunch when the shoe drops, at least not on that front.
If you’re starting a church, then you would do well to forego tax exemption. Yes, it will be a pinch in the wallet, but at least it’s easier to build from that baseline now than have the rug ripped out from under you later.
Once that happens, the losers here will be the needy. Fact is, the soup kitchens, orphanages, and homeless shelters are supported by financial contributions from churches–many of them large churches. The loss of tax-exemption will directly impact the outflow of services to those in need.
The one good thing here: many pastors will leave the ministry. Why is that a good thing? The good ones–whom God has actually called into ministry–will remain. As for those who leave, I have two words: good riddance. Don’t let the door hit you in the rear-end. The good ones may go underground, but they’ll be bold, strong, and courageous.
Public education will become the new laboratory for the sodomites. You can expect sex education curriculum to become more intense in their indoctrination, eventually beginning in preschool. Academics will write history textbooks and recommend literature selections in English classes in ways that advance the “equivalence” of sodomy.
Whereas parents once were able to opt their children out of public sex education, districts are going to make it harder for parents to do so.
If you are a parent, then this is the perfect time to consider homeschooling. Christian private schools will be under assault, as their tax-exemption will be threatened. Moreover, tuition may become unaffordable as many parents flock to a limited number of such schools.
Homeschooling, on the other hand, gives you more control over your children’s education. And contrary to the grumblings of the critics, (a) there is great flexibility available, (b) you don’t have to be a genius to do it, and (c) you can ensure that your children receive essentials–reading, writing, math, science, even the classics–while avoiding the leftist social agenda.
Even then, the game has fundamentally changed, and isolation from the world is impossible. Like the Christians of the First Century who lived their faith in an environment more hostile than the post-Christian West, you must live out your faith without compromise while providing for your family. You must interact with this post-Christian world, and your children will grow up in this world and must learn to function in it.
I’ll cover that in Part 2.
I’ll comment later, but to make a long story short, here it is: this should not be surprising. A Court that decides that personhood isn’t really personhood–and is allowed to get away with that–and eventually decides that marriage can be redefined by judicial fiat, is out of control.
We now have that oligarchy about which our Founders warned. The issue is how the people respond to this.