I can ask the Ayn Rand Institute’s Yaron Brook anything? How many of my abortion questions can he evade?

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I’ve been pestering this knothead for more than seven months, entreating him to defend Ayn Rand’s vicious, puerile, utilitarian argument for abortion. What have I heard back from Ayn Rand’s intellectual error’s intellectual error? The ugly, oily silence of evasion – a topic Rand wrote about at great length in her habitual state of non-contradictorily-joyous rage.

There are other questions I could ask Brook, but he wouldn’t answer those, either. But if you care about the prospects for human liberty, you care about love, sex, marriage and family – and especially childbirth – in ways Ayn Rand, Murray Rothbard and many other big-name libertarian theorists did not. Accordingly, rather than challenging Pope Yaron to evade other topics, let us simply revisit the ground he has so far feared to tread.

So: If I could ask Yaron Brook some of the questions he has evaded so far, and will no doubt continue to evade, among them would be these:

Do you admit that being instrumentally involved in an abortion is self-destructive to the the actor?

Do you agree that the pro-abortion argument is necessarily incompatible with egoism?

Do you concede that Ayn Rand’s position on abortion is at war with humanity itself – most especially the humanity of the people who knuckled under to Rand’s domination?

Can you concur that by being so resolutely anti-family, big-O Objectivism and all liberty-seeking movements have destroyed their own future impact?

Is there any doubt that, by killing their own offspring, ‘students of Objectivism’ and other advocates for human liberty have delivered the future of humanity to the ruling class?

Do you acknowledge that Ayn Rand’s argument for abortion is childish utilitarianism – a rationalization for homicide?

Why haven’t you and the Ayn Rand Institute renounced and denounced Rand’s vicious, anti-man, anti-mind, anti-life stand on abortion?

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How do you look out for your own in the People’s Banana Republic of Amerikistan? Proficient rebellion.

We’re all in this together? Think again.

Photo by: Sodanie Chea

Rule #7 of The Church of Splendor is: Look out for your own. Another way of saying the same thing is: What’s in it for me? Yet another: How will this advance my interests?

Political movements are dominated by hotheads: Incandescents with no control over their emotions. Their outraged insistence is that your only hope of escaping the old boss’s dominance is to submit yourself to the new boss’s dominance. This is a poor idea.

And yet as the once-free world descends apace into ever-uglier Banana Republic corruption, judicious rebellion becomes steadily more important. Practical anarchism is egoism in action. Accordingly, this week’s Church of Splendor homily concerns the art of proficient rebellion: How to look out for your own by rebelling against Cautious tyranny to your own advantage:

The Rules of The Church of Splendor can all be thought of as a guide to proficient rebellion – actual egoism in actual action:

1. I don’t go to your church.
2. I am not arguing with you.
3. Don’t be an asshole.
4. Butthurt is not contagious.
5. Never play the other man’s game.
6. Keep your own counsel.
7. Look out for your own.

The goal of the hotheads is to goad the bad guys into shooting – at you, not them. You don’t have to be any would-be boss’s stooge, but if you don’t look out for your own, no one else will do it for you.

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How you came to be enslaved – and how you can free yourself.

You’ve made plans to go to a business conference. You made a mistake when you calendared the event, so you arrive at the hotel ballroom thinking you are twenty minutes early when, in fact, you are forty minutes late.Gulp.Photo by: US Department of Education

From September of 2011, an early look at some of the ideas that went into Nine Empathies and Shyly’s delight. –GSS

 
We had a visit from an IRS agent last week.

I was tied up, so my wife Cathleen dealt with him: He needed either me or our accountant to contact him.

We’re five years behind in tax filings, but any attention the precious feds pay to us is a money-losing proposition — for them. We make money some months, lose money many others, but we have been unprofitable, year by year, since 2006. Whatever we might owe can’t amount to a fart in a gale of wind — and we can’t pay it anyway. There is no point in our filing returns, but, even if we wanted to, we couldn’t. We can either each work 100+ hours a week, thus to keep our business barely afloat, or we can do useless government paperwork and drown. I think we have made the wiser choice. To say the truth, I don’t give a rat’s ass if they throw me in jail, so it’s just as well I didn’t get a chance to meet the agent.

But afterward I was aware that Cathleen was totally freaked out. Thoughts racing, stomach churning, unable to get back to work. I couldn’t feel it, lucky me, but I could see it in her face and in her manner.

Very interesting to me. We’ve been talking a lot about the idea of the existential — what really happened — which is best contrasted with the imaginary.

Looking at a very distressed Cathleen, I said, “Holy cow, were you arrested?”

“No, of course not.”

“Handcuffed?”

“No.”

“Were you perp-walked on the TV news? Locked up with drooling predators?”

“None of that happened.”

“Then why are you reacting as if it had?”

Boom. A blinding epiphany. I understand a lot about how I think, and (more…)

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Socialism never works? Don’t be absurd. Socialism ALWAYS works.

The objective of every form of Socialism – Marxism, Communism, National Socialism, Fascism, ‘Democratic’ Socialism, mixed-economy Keynesianism – is to convert invested capital into fecal matter, thus to transfrom thriving human beings into corpses. Accordingly, Socialism ALWAYS works.

The objective of every form of Socialism – Marxism, Communism, National Socialism, Fascism, ‘Democratic’ Socialism, mixed-economy Keynesianism – is to convert invested capital into fecal matter, thus, in due course, to transform thriving human beings into corpses. Accordingly and beyond all doubt: Socialism ALWAYS works.

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I made a killer presentation on the empathy of DISC profiling – and got fired for my efforts.

What? Me worry?

What? Me worry?

The presentation I made to The 21 Convention in Tampa in October of 2014 has finally been made available. I spoke on the underlying empathy strategies that result in the DISC personality profile, providing a scorecard to human motivation to the people who need it most: Cautious, socially-awkward nerds.

The events surrounding that presentation are taken up in this week’s Church of Splendor homily. My take? I killed it. The upshot? I got fired. Other people might be dismayed by such an outcome, but I am Driven/Incandescent: If there’s no risk of getting canned, I’m not working hard enough.

A number of other videos are cited in this one. These are those in their order of importance (to me):

My presentation on the empathy of DISC. (My slides for this presentation.)

My interview with Marilee Johnson.

A podcast with Steve Mayeda and Socrates.

The DISC of Love and Sales.

My long interview with Anthony Johnson, Socrates and Marilee Johnson.

All of this grows out of two short books I wrote in the late Summer of 2014, both of which you should read to reap all I have to sow: Nine Empathies and Shyly’s Delight.

If you want to explore your social world – discerning why it is so-often broken and how to go about fixing it – this is where the magic happens.

And if you’re looking for a speaker who can deliver the goods – fun, funny, original, insightful and inspiring – hire me. Your audience will love me – even if it turns out you don’t.

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Donald #Trump’s fatal conceit? You can’t fake leadership.

You were expecting Henry V? More fool you.

You were expecting Henry V? More fool you.

What cost Donald Trump Iowa? The man is a phony – and everyone knows it.

I’ve written too much about this loser already, and I expect there will be more to be heard from Brother Willie. For now, a brief gloss to defend the headline.

First: Trump is an Id (Incandescent/Driven) with outrageous father-hunger. An Is is negotiable; he wants to be liked. An Ic is implacable, which is why you’re more likely to find him in government or other inescapable spaces, rather than in business. An Id is a carney: He will say whatever it takes to get the deal done, and every scruple you find on the man will have been put there by conscious intention, rather than by long-standing habit of mind. Steve Jobs was Donald Trump with slightly better values. Look for this profile in memorable politicians from history – whose crimes we are most often only too happy to forget.

Id is a hardy reptile, and Trump is a very big lizard, owing to the outrages that made him what he is. Every bully on every playground is telling you awful truths about his homelife. That Trump has only gotten worse as a bully, all his life, is how you can measure the scale of his outrage. He is a man out of Sophocles, and in all the worst ways. I look forward to according him nothing but pity.

But Donald Trump is a Prom King, not an actual leader. He is Driven for Incandescent purposes, not the other way around, which means that how other people see him will always matter more to him than getting the job done. This is why he has been a serial failure in business, contrary to his blowhard claims: The claims matter a hell of a lot more to him than the failures.

Moreover, what people see as Trump being a leader is actually Trump being the Prom King, the social arbiter who sustains his false status by pre-emptively rejecting all potential challengers. He doesn’t have an actual following. What he has is (more…)

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The Rancor-Free Marriage: Deploying better empathy strategies to be most-happily wed.

A key to our happy marriage is my desire to keep my Cathleen looking at me that way.

A key to our happy marriage is my desire to keep my Cathleen looking on me that way.

How is that you can get along so perfectly with your dog or cat, when there is so much ongoing conflict in your marriage? One very big reason is that you and your pets do not have irrational expectations of each other. Your dog is going to be who he is, and you don’t expect him to be you instead. You are assuredly mystifying to your cat, and yet she manages to take your bizarre behavior in stride.

Continuing with our discussion of rancor-management, this week’s Church of Splendor homily illuminates the path to a rancor-free marriage:

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Chunkybutt Barbie? Really? In that case, here are some more ideas for anti-ideal inaction figures.

Meet Chunkybutt Barbie. If you think she’s fat now, watch how she blows up when you put a ring on her.

Meet Chunkybutt Barbie. If you think she’s fat now, watch how she blows up when you put a ring on her.

There’s a new Barbie down at the mall – and hot she is not. In an attempt to quiet the roar of shrill criticism over the unattainable ideal set by that classic Barbie physique, Mattel has elected to toss all ideals onto the trash-heap of history.

What could be more compassionate that to aim squarely for the middle? Nothing inspires indolence like the celebration of mediocrity, and no one sets a better example for impressionable children than the impresionable children who spawn them.

Accordingly, I’ve prepared a list of other anti-ideals to enshrine in semi-movable inaction figures. My sad and solemn promise: All examples are drawn from real life.

  1. Manatee Barbie. If fat is beautiful, she’s the queen of the mall! She comes with her own power-chair. Insulin drip optional. 
  2. Bulimarexia Barbie. Because lunch is always prettier the second time you see it. Comes with infinite reupchuckable food supply. 
  3. Yoga Pants Barbie. Guarantee: Zero anatomical secrets concealed. 
  4. Manatee Ken. Guarantee: Even in the tightest of fleece fashions, not a single anatomical detail is revealed. 
  5. Slugly Futt Barbie. She somehow manages to squeeze into any of Classic Barbie’s outfits – but Classic Barbie will never wear them again. 
  6. Infinidistant Ken. Even though he never looks up from his smart phone, he still manages to impregnate Manatee Barbie. 
  7. Backwards Ballcap Ken. World’s greatest dad? Not so much. Even so, he’s always passionately committed to nothing. 
  8. O.G. Pretend Ken. Slight, white and not too bright, he has one word for the world: “Word!” 
  9. O.G. For Realz Ken. Available with optional offspring – who will be raised by Barbie’s mom. 
  10. Hispanafrasian Barbie. Is she black? Hispanic? Asian? Muslim? There’s a new don’t-ask-don’t-tell in town! 
  11. Frustrated Rock Star Ken. Because somebody’s gotta wear the black top-hat around here! 
  12. Transsexual Ken. He puts the ‘out’ in pout – and makes Slugly Futt Barbie feel so pretty! 
  13. Gnomerod Ken. Is he a nimrod? Or is he a gnome? Pudgy and hairless, he comes complete with five identical sweatsuits. 
  14. Lumbersexual Ken. Changes his beard and hairstyle once a week. Changes his (more…)
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What’s even better than rancor management? How about avoiding rancor altogether – supplanting it with delight?

The people around you are open books. I can teach you how to read.

The people around you are open books. I can teach you how to read.

Sunday’s Church of Splendor homily takes us once beyond rancor management: By apprehending the empathy strategies of the people around you, you can engineer your social groups – marriage, family, work – to avoid rancor altogether, replacing it with enduring delight for everyone.

When a kitten is afraid of you, you don’t bellow at or mock its fears. There’s a reason you don’t react appropriately to the fear-induced strategies of the people you live and work with – and that reason is wrong. The people who attend to me are learning how to do better. You could be one of them.

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Ashes of Ebony: Saying goodbye to the craziest cat we’ve ever loved.

Just the seventeen of us sixteen years ago. Ebony is the cat in Meredith's arms, top-left.

Just the seventeen of us sixteen years ago. Ebony is the cat in Meredith’s arms, top-left.

Of all the crazy cats we’ve ever known, she was by far the craziest, and I can prove that proposition with just one example: She didn’t believe in gravity. She would lay flat on my chest with all four legs splayed out wide, an unwitting imitation of a cat-skin rug, with every claw dug deep into my shirt – and my skin – just in case.

She was born the runt of her litter. She never got enough milk, and then she was weaned too young. Still worse, she got herself knocked-up in her first heat by a much bigger tom and her own kittens were so big they almost suckled her dry. When they were rescued, she was barely half-an-inch across at the belly.

She was adopted by a lady who thought she was over her cat allergies but wasn’t, so she came to us as a foster cat until her forever family could find her – but that never happened because her forever family turned out to be us.

We called her Ebony because she was so very black, with just a hint of smoke in her undercoat. She was slight and lean always, even after she got some weight on her, and we always thought of her as the Audrey Hepburn of our cats – always beautiful, always elegant, always distant with the other cats.

We kept her because people can be so stupid about black cats. And because she was born most-likely-to-be-tormented anyway. And because our daughter Meredith, holding Ebony in the top-left in the photo, taken for our Christmas card in the year 2000, fell in love with her. It was with Meri that Ebony perfected her claws-out splayed repose, as comfortable as she ever got in a world that would not hold still. She glommed onto me when Meri was away, eventually glomming onto me in perpetuity.

And her crazy was so complete that, had she been human, I could not have kept her at bay with a restraining order and (more…)

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Want to dump #Trump? You give me three minutes, I’ll give you Donald Trump’s Achilles heel.

A short clip from yesterday’s Church of Splendor homily, how to make Donald J. Trump blow up in public like the fat, needy pussy he is:

The Grand Unifying Theory of Human Motivation – as taught to me by a turtle, and by an eternally-outraged human reptile.To read more about empathy, see me, feel me, touch me, heal me at Amazon.com.

The Grand Unifying Theory of Human Motivation – as taught to me by a turtle, and by an eternally-outraged human reptile.

To read more about empathy, see me, feel me, touch me, heal me at Amazon.com.

This analysis is based in the idea of empathy for the monster. I’m covering a lot of ground quickly in the video, but what makes a monster is outrage, the child’s perception of deliberate, conceptualized pain. Fred Trump’s summary rejection of young Donald is why the man is such a showy, bullying Id to this very day.

Bill Clinton is Is with huge father-hunger. Barack Obama is Ic, with that same giant hole in his heart. Of the three Id, Is or Ic, each coupled with an outrageously insatiable need for paternal approval, I think Id is the most dangerous. This is the profile that people call ‘sociopath’ or ‘malignant narcissist.’ This is all still empathy, but it comes in a form that thoughtless people – that is to say, scientists – insist is without empathy.

If you’re not studying me on empathy strategies, you are missing out on most of what’s going on around you.

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#MyKindOfBenedy at the end of the alphabet: Cultivating romance in the weeds of GenXYZ irony.

He's forty and can’t figure out how to shave or do laundry, but, given enough time and tutelage, even he can figure out how to be a grown-up man.

He’s forty and can’t figure out how to shave or do laundry, but, given enough time and tutelage, even he can figure out how to be a grown-up man.

Young people are screwed – almost always only in the bad way. They ingest nothing but lies and swear it’s food, insisting that a deer-in-the-headlights ennui is depth, that sneering is an accomplishment, and, worst of all, that sex is love.

That’s sad – but it’s a great basis for Act I of a benedic RomCom.

We watched two GenXYZ romantic comedies on Netflix this weekend, and both were quite fine: Interesting, engaging and genuinely funny. Best of all, both of them rejected the nonsense that infests GenXYZ skulls, landing squarely on the side of the values that make on-going human life possible. In other words, despite the hell they put you through, they both end up as my kind of benedy.

Awful titles in both cases, which will have helped to kill any box-office potential either might have had, but, of course, even when they’re getting the important things right, young people are still screwed.

The first was People, Places, Things, a nice showcase for Jemaine Clement of “Flight of the Conchords” fame. The plot? Newly-ditched father of adorable twins tries to reconcile himself to the emotions he won’t admit he has. Regina Hall kills as the winsomely beautiful love interest who goads Peter Pan into growing up. As a bonus, there are a number of interesting insights into the artistry of graphic novels.

The second was not as clear-cut of a win for me. We learn that love is more than just empty sex and that drugs-are-bad-m’kay, but getting to that heaven is a journey through an ugly hell. The Act II crisis informs us about “classic self-sabotage” which is an entirely-unintended GenXYX “irony,” taking account that the film is self-sabotagingly entitled This Isn’t Funny. Despite all that, it ends right, and the writer/director/star team of Paul Ashton and Katie Page made this charming little indie with $32,000 collected from a Kickstarter campaign.

Both of these films are about real people taking on (more…)

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Cold-blooded vengeance: Exposing Curt Doolittle’s – and libertarianism’s – inner-thug.

The naked essence of Curt Doolittle’s pathetic impotence on full display. When people are gracious enough to show you who they are, don’t spurn that gift – learn from it.

Dominance by relentless vindictive retribution: The naked essence of Curt Doolittle’s pathetic impotence on full display. When people are gracious enough to show you who they are, don’t spurn that gift – learn from it.

Curt Doolittle has something to prove, and if you don’t sit down, shut up and take it like a man, he’ll— he’ll— he’ll lecture you some more, dagnabit!

That’ll teach you!

I made mention of Doolittle last week, and he’s been doing his best to prove me right about his ugly character ever since:

The actual purpose of NAP is to rationalize precisely the kind of crimes it purports to prevent: Pre-emptive agression brought against people who, at that moment at least, present no peril to the on-going peace. That is, NAP exists to “license” coercive post hoc “retaliatory” “justice” – even though the proponents of NAP know this cannot be justified under any conception of either equal rights or voluntaryism.

People who live in fear cannot conceive of any means of resolving disputes except force, so they will contort their minds in whatever bizarre shapes they think necessary to avoid admitting that they are the bad guys.

Which of these words did he object to? None of them. What got his easily-gotten goat was my observation that he is “aggressively unreadable.” This is obviously so. His purpose in writing is to overawe, overwhelm and intimidate. This is the entire “debate” strategy of the Cautious/Incandescent – baffle ’em with bullshit – but Doolittle’s online pugilism illuminates the path Cautious tyranny must always take: Dominance by relentless vindictive retribution.

In name-checking him, I equated him with “Rand, Rothbard or Nozick,” but decidedly not in a nice way. It seemed fair to me at the time – not being not-nice, but simply acknowledging that my (to-me redundant) entry into this particular fray had been brought about by Doolittle, to whose Facebook post I linked.

He brought nothing new to my end of this discussion, so I easily could have left him out. At first, I wished I had, since Curt Doolittle’s sole objective in writing so aggressively unreadably seems to be to (more…)

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Rancor Management 099: The anatomy of recurring conflict.

Why do you have the same fights over and over? What can you do differently from now on?

Why do you have the same fights over and over? What can you do differently from now on?

Photo by: Soukéïna FELICIANNE

Why do you have the same disputes with the same people in the same way every time? What can you do differently to achieve better results?

My empathy-based reinterpretation of the DISC personality profile is the game theory of human behavior. We illuminate that notion in this week’s Church of Splendor homily, dissecting recurring conflicts to show how they proceed predictably from the DISC profiles of the combatants.

The chart shown below is a scorecard for every dispute you have ever had in an on-going relationship – how the fight started, and how it ping-pinged back and forth in steadily-escalating aggressive displays:

That chart will tell you how your conflicts will proceed – today and forever – if you are thoughtless in your approach to them. What’s the solution? Think!

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The actual soul of wit: Moral philosophy in one algorithm.

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From October 11, 2015. RTFM or see the movie.

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