Category Archives: Aesthetics

UPDATED (2/24): Whites: Stop Weeping And ‘Weatherize’ Your Kids

Aesthetics, Argument, Egalitarianism, Multiculturalism, Pop-Culture, Propaganda, Race, Racism, South-Africa, The West

Americans aren’t understanding on a visceral level the extent of the envy behind anti-White animus.

It’s the ethnocidal jealousy described in my book, “Into The Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America From Post-Apartheid South Africa.” It made the ugly Hutus take machetes to the beautiful Tutsis, killing a million. It’s what drives so much black-on-white violent crime.

This kind of jealousy makes uglies gouge blue eyes out. Literally.

Whites: Stop weeping and weatherize your kids, in other words, make warriors out of them.

See: “How To Think And Act Like A Ruthless Warrior By Jack Kerwick.”

AND:

Why Hatred Of Whites Is Here To Stay”

UPDATE (2/24): The “Why Do They Come Here, Then” Argument.

Another evasive tack taken, I believe, even by Tucker Carlson, @DrC88118048 No contradictions here. The only contradiction lies in the dumb West’s response of letting ’em in: Third World likes your stuff–likes the countries you create–just doesn’t like you creative types very much: Envy!

Hilaria Baldwin: An American Prototype Infests The World

Aesthetics, America, Gender, Intelligence, Pop-Culture, Sex

Whatever their ethnicity, the defining quality about today’s woman—and Hilaria Baldwin is a prototype proliferating around the world—is their mind-numbing banality, asininity, audacity, vacuity; ignorance, narcissism and self-adoration unwarranted.

The Silly Sex around the world even speaks the same:

“This piss-poor, teenybopper English comes with sound effects. …[these] tarts all speak in insufferable, grating, staccato tones. At least, that is how I have always described the gravelly voice of the tele-ditz. And yet, believe it or not, such a depiction is no longer politically proper. The voices from hell have been dignified”:

Two vocal features are associated with young women: vocal fry and uptalk. Uptalk, as the name suggests, is the rising intonation that makes statements sound like questions? And vocal fry – often said to be typical of Kim Kardashian, an American celebrity – happens at the ends of words and phrases when a speaker’s vocal chords relax, giving the voice a kind of creaky quality.

FROM: “The TV Tarts’ Reign of Terror.”

The Hilaria in the above clip is unfazed—she knows her audience all too well. As does her husband. In days of old, such fraud would have been met with ostracization, as in when the character of Glenn Close, from “Dangerous Liaisons,” was booed at the opera for her machinations.

In a culture built on Big Lies and saturated with phoniness—shunning doesn’t happen and neither does any meaningful expiation.

The liar just reconstitutes herself or himself afresh for the camera.

(Only with bigger, phonier eyebrows: What’s with the tattooed, “fat caterpillar” eyebrows on Mrs. Baldwin? I see a lot of women are inking their foreheads in place of eyebrows. Is that a “Spanish” thing, too?)

Some see this phenomenon as a Right/Left thing. Fake and foolish is worse on the Left, no doubt. But I don’t see it as Right/Left. Where are all the decent, cultured women and men around? Men and women with manners, proper etiquette; who’re able to correspond, relate adaptively in a fun way; speak and think coherently, read? With few exceptions, I see horrid manners and boorish mannerisms pervading among the Left and the Right, in men and women alike.

 

 

 

UPDATED (8/8): Some Movies That Weather The Storms Of Time

Aesthetics, America, Art, Film, Technology

Movies this viewer can watch again and again every few years: “The Perfect Storm”: I keep hoping George Clooney will scale the Wave, as well as the film about the 50 Year Wave: “Point Break.” Jaws (1 & 2): great. Special effects were better then than today’s digital, computer-generated crap.

As to my kind of feelgood movies: Let us ready the great “Death Wish” series, featuring Charles Bronson as Paul Kersey the avenger. That crime-riddled reality is upon us again, in the USA.

Image

Image  Image

 

A true American movie classic, where values are solid, is “October Sky,” which “tells the story of four [striving] boys in a poverty-stricken corner of Appalachia.” Mining has always been the saddest story of male heroism.

Tell me about your favorites in the Comments Section below. We all agree that “Gone With the Wind” stands unbeaten—it also serves up better history than offered by court historian Doris Kearns Goodwin.

UPDATED (7/31):

 

UPDATED (8/8):

61st Grammy Awards: Another Great Porn Show. Music It Was NOT

Aesthetics, Art, Celebrity, Culture, Music, Sex

Other than the gorgeous Alicia Keys, host of the 61st Grammy Awards, who has talent and is certainly charming, and Dolly Parton, a total pro—the show showcased the gutter culture that is the American music scene. We are now truly in the musical sewer.

The petulant female artists, so proud of their seized power, showcased nothing much but hip movements, pelvic thrusts and tush twerking. Not one inspiring beautiful dance did these crass stompers execute on the elaborate stage.

Janelle Monáe? Sum total of her “talent” is simulating sex on stage.

‘We need a new word to do this justice … vulvic?’ Janelle Monáe’s Pynk.

Screaming? Oh yes. Good voices? Nada. The insipid Kacey Musgraves is a two-chord whiner who makes me miss Sarah McLachlan.

Great melodies? Nothing; other than a few truly great old songs botched by the newbies’ ugly warbling: it’s the custom. Nobody learns to sing properly.  For example, a screaming duo, Chloe x Halle, absolutely mutilated the exquisite, emotional song, “Where Is The Love,” performed in 1972 by Donny Hathaway and the magical Roberta Flack.

Again, not one memorable song did I hear, sporting a decent chord progression and some melodic variety; not one vaguely competent guitarist or instrumentalist: nothing.

Understandable. Why bother to acquire instrumental proficiency, instruction in composition and voice training when the swaying hips, jutting pelvises or just attitude (Dua Lipa) are what’s on sale and  in demand?

I used to have some respect for Lady Gaga. But to watch Gaga, legs permanently splayed like an arthritic hooker, traipsing around clumsily, attempting to head-bang, but getting disoriented (yeah, it takes a metal-head guy to do that), then lugging microphone and mount around like a geriatrics with a walker and Depends: this was not good, to put it mildly.

The tartlets I watched “sing” at this Grammys would have been even more inaudible and tuneless were it not for the Auto-Tune: the “holy grail of recording,” that “corrects intonation problems in vocals or solo instruments, in real time, without distortion or artifacts.”

This T & A line-up would be reduced to even more embarrassing grunts, out-of-tune yelps, and bedroom whispers, if not for the Auto-Tune.

Most of the performers were  G-d-awful as musicians. They sustain one or two pitches and exhibited little proficiency on any of the instruments they belabor.