Maybe Partying Will Help


As I look over this beautiful land
I can’t help but realize that I am alone
Why am I able to waste my energy? To notice life being so beautiful?

Maybe Partying Will Help – The Minutemen

Jean Twenge, the author of   “iGen: Why Today’s Super-Connected Kids Are Growing Up Less Rebellious, More Tolerant, Less Happy—and Completely Unprepared for Adulthood – and what That Means for the Rest of Us”, recently published an article on the subject of partying, and how teens just aren’t doing it anymore.

On the surface, this doesn’t sound like any type of negative news, particularly when you think in terms of the numbers of kids who are killed or maimed every year due to impaired driving and overall stupid decisions made during or after partying. However, everything has a side-effect, even ones that seem positive at first and second glance.

The basis of her essay really isn’t about partying as we know, but about the basic social skills that are gained from spending time with friends and other people. I learned a great many skills from partying back in the day which have been extremely useful throughout life. At almost every party, you’ll encounter both good and bad people, and good people who go bad from inebriation, but you also learn how to deal with these people and handle difficult situations. A person’s character can be quickly revealed for a plethora of reasons at any party.

“The number of teens who get together with their friends every day has been cut in half in just fifteen years, with especially steep declines recently.”

With a lack of social skills, and an inability to read and understand other people on the most basic levels, these kids are utterly inept and running headlong in to disaster. To them, artificial reality has replaced reality, and they prefer the former, leaving them with empty, isolated worlds that lead to despair and ruin.  The rise in suicides, and hardcore drug addiction among youth are the perfect indicators of a lost generation.

Unfortunately, those few kids out there who are intelligent enough to reject the digitized, mass sociopathy that has engulfed this generation, will be completely overwhelmed by the herd.


Review of Paris Can Wait

After viewing the trailer for Paris Can Wait, I thought it looked like a fun, comedic, road movie that might offer some sophistication to an otherwise banal genre of movie themes. What could be better than cruising the French countryside in a classic Peugeot convertible with a beautiful woman?

Paris Can Wait disappointed on absolutely every possible level.

The dialog is incredibly weak and painful to hear, consisting of trite conversation with simplistic questions one would never ask another person if you actually were interested in them or even respected them.

The endless rambling of the French gentleman, who really comes off as nothing more than a cheesy philanderer intent on bedding the wife of his boss by drowning her in an endless sea of food, distraction, and banal complements.  Any woman with an ounce of self-respect would have shut him down immediately and jumped on the train to Paris. He’s an aging, self-important, predatory creep with far too little charisma to make one suffer his presence.

Alec Baldwin literally phones in one of his worst performances to date, and he does have a long list to beat. It’s like he showed up drunk and hung over to the shoots,  just slurred his lines in one take, grabbed the paycheck, and then flew off.

Eleanor Coppola, who wrote and directed this abysmal movie, saved her worst work for the ending, which was absolutely insulting to watch. In the scene, Diane Lane receives a cliché box of chocolates from our sleazy, French Lothario, along with a personal note that he will continue to dog her all the way to California, and her response is to bite a chocolate and wink at the camera. When they sat around wondering how they should end the movie, you know that the last two words from them were, “fuck it.”

It’s a perfectly horrible ending to a perfectly horrible movie.

Has the Michigan Department of Education Lost its Mind?

gender neutral bathroom sign

In case there is any question of just how mentally ill our teachers and education administrators have become, the answer just came flying out of Michigan.

If you can believe this, the state board of education has just passed down “guidance” that would put all decision making of name, sex, pronouns, and bathroom choice in the hands of the child.

So, the wisdom of a child with a brain operating at about 10% of its adult operating capacity, can now make decisions that will adversely affect him, her or it for the rest of his/her/its life. Not only that, it will have a large effect on classmates, teachers and family members.

Shockingly, the College of Pediatricians has publicly come out against this concept, stating quite strongly, “A person’s belief that he or she is something they are not is, at best, a sign of confused thinking. When an otherwise healthy biological boy believes he is a girl, or an otherwise healthy biological girl believes she is a boy, an objective psychological problem exists that lies in the mind not the body, and it should be treated as such. These children suffer from gender dysphoria. Gender dysphoria (GD), formerly listed as Gender Identity Disorder (GID), is a recognized mental disorder in the most recent edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association (DSM-V).5 The psychodynamic and social learning theories of GD/GID have never been disproved.2,4,5

Even the pediatricians, who are also a very liberal group, have come out with cautionary words for those who have far too much of our children’s future in their hands. The leftist lunacy of embracing mental illness and mainstreaming it is having an incredibly disruptive effect on our country and needs to stop.