Be Nice Unto Others As You Would Have Them Not Judge Unto You

Here's one more post in my be nice, don't judge series discussing how and why the Church has become pathologically feminine, a near-perfect instantiation of Carl Jung's devouring mother.

Way back in 2023, 10 days after the diabolical Hamas attack on Israel, I wrote this post with the following excerpt.

I worked part of a men's retreat weekend on Thursday and Friday and heard another "God loves you" sermon. In light of what had happened in Israel and what is happening in our own children's hospitals and then the protests on campuses supporting both, that sermon was an obscenity. It's taken me a while to figure out what it is that makes them inappropriate and tasteless. I've come to the conclusion that they are childish. Not innocent and naive, but sickeningly infantile and weak in their blindness and dishonesty.

One of the priests who was on the retreat saying Mass has a habit of saying, "It's x o'clock and you are loved" with a simpering smile. I've always felt that to be a little creepy, talking to me like I'm an anxious child. This time it was sickening.

We're at war. Evil is no longer talking in euphemisms. It is livestreaming its rapes. It is shouting and dancing about its abortions. It is marching in the streets chanting, "Gas the Jews!" It is flashing swastikas from its cell phones at Jews in the streets. It is proudly talking about genital mutilation and mastectomies for children.

In this environment, prancing around and saying, "It's 11:30 and you are loved!" is an obscenity. It is a denial of the pain and loss of the innocent. There is no pain, there is no loss, there is just gooey goodness and love all around. There is no need to fight and argue and stand for what is good because there isn't any existential threat around us. Evil is nowhere to be seen, we can all go back to our soft beds and go back to sleep.

Synodal Nausea

At the diocesan synod meeting last weekend, we were given handouts where the slogan for the synod was "Pilgrims of Hope." It was nauseating in exactly the same way. It was infantilizing and condescending and useless in its utter emasculation of the participants.

I'm facing a major decision in my life right now. I'm aging out of the chance to achieve one of my life's goals - a vacation home in Alabama. I'll soon be too old to enjoy it if I buy it, but at the same time I have significant financial commitments to our extended family that must be met before I can spend money on myself. Outside of a DeLorean some 30 years ago and a few trips to sporting events, I've not spent much on myself. Throughout my adult life, my time and money have all gone to parents, wives, children and others.

That's not a complaint, it's simply part of being a man. The decision is right there in front of me every day. At the same time, my employment situation is uncertain. I worked about 60% this last fiscal year and am only 60% funded for the coming year. I'm working hard to land new clients and get to full time, but I've got nothing but prospects right now. I don't feel comfortable taking a plunge on a Fish River house at 60%.

Simultaneously, I'm fighting the bottle, just like almost everyone else in my family has, particularly on my mother's side, for generations. That battle has been up and down for years. Right now it's mostly up, but I know it will never go away completely. It's hand-to-hand combat with demons every single afternoon.

Into that situation comes my church, oozing docility and creepiness, saying things like, "It's x o'clock and you are loved" and "Pilgrims of Hope." It prattles on about uplifting the marginalized and amplifying their voices. The marginalized face the same choices and temptations I do, that we all do. We're freaking adults, not pouty toddlers.

This is how my Church sees me and everyone else, too.

After the Synod, trying to put my finger on just what was sickening me about this, I listened to this talk by Jordan Peterson summarizing his outstanding book, 12 Rules for Life. Here it is, queued up to one of its many good points.

Jordan is useful, the Church prelates are not. More tellingly, Jordan loves me, the Church prelates love themselves.

The Bishops Love Themselves

In Matthew 7:12, Jesus famously says, “Do to others whatever you would have them do to you. This is the law and the prophets."

I want, heck, I need my friends, family and church to treat me like an adult and not a disturbed child. I am a fallible, sinful person and only by changing myself will my life improve. A friend wouldn't pat me on the head and tell me they were going to uplift me because I was marginalized. If I'm marginalized, it's because I did it to myself.

Hello, double Elijah Craig Old Fashioned. And a refill after this one, please. I'm on the Highway to Marginalization, as AC/DC might say.

Last night, I began to think what it would be like if I talked, in a treacly voice, to the bishop or the pansy priest the way they talked to me.

“Father… oh Father… I can see the strain in your eyes. Do you need to be uplifted? Don’t worry, I’ll hold the space for you. Your poor little voice hasn’t been heard, has it? I’ll amplify it. I’ll be your megaphone of hope. You’ve carried such burdens, haven’t you? So heavy, so unfair. And yet you keep smiling—oh, how brave! But Father, you don’t need to be brave with me. Not anymore. You can put it all down. You can weep if you need to weep, wail if you must. Don’t hide behind your vestments. It’s going to be alright. I will nurture you, protect you, love you into wholeness. Shhh… there now. Let go. Let me be strong for you.”

Vomito de gato.

This isn't love, it's moral masturbation. The Church prelates don't talk to us like this because they love us, they do it because they get a virtue orgasm out of it. They couldn't care less about us, we're just 2-dimensional pornographic images to them. 

The scene where I condescend to the priest is plainly wrong because both the priest and I know our relative positions in the Church. It is inappropriate for me to talk to him like an infant. However, both the priest and I know our relative and utterly equal positions in the eyes of God and it is inappropriate for him to speak to me that way, too.

Further, and more obviously, we're both freaking adults, man. No one talks to an adult that way, not if they want to keep all their teeth. It's beyond insulting.

I think I'll stop here as this one is getting a bit long and I still want to go to the gym before the Newcastle game at 0930.

Maybe, while I'm at the gym, someone will uplift my weights for me. That's what Jesus would want - for me to go to the gym, but not lift anything and have me sit there and watch others lift for me.

Vomito de gato indeed.

Be Nice, Don't Judge People From Other Cultures

 This was so breathtaking that it is practically the whole of my post today.

Shorter version: "They rape little, white girls because raping little, white girls is what they do and who they are."

Meanwhile, Church prelates, deliberately blind to such cultural differences, lecture us dirty, bigoted laity about being tolerant and inclusive while Church NGOs, devoted to "uplifting the marginalized" at any cost, provide the manpower for importing massive numbers of "people from other cultures" who lack "proper cultural awareness."

Mental Exercise: Imagine the amount of "cultural awareness training" required to make respecting women second nature to the fellow below given his starting point and the amount of  "cultural training" he has received since boyhood in his native land. How long might it take? Who would administer it? What culture would he be trained in when the West hates its legacy culture?

UK: Islamic migrant in London explains that the rape of an English 12-year-old isn’t actually rape as Sharia does not limit the permissible age for sex nor does it confer rights on in infidels. pic.twitter.com/GICILUba0S

— @amuse (@amuse) August 29, 2025

The feminine pathology that has take over the West in general and the Catholic Church in particular simply dismisses such complications as it plays out a massive, collective instantiation of Carl Jung's devouring mother.

Every problem is a baby and every solution is cuddling.

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Look, everyone! The migrants are receiving cultural awareness training! We're saved!

London or Paris? pic.twitter.com/Q0ZEqd0T4T

— RadioGenoa (@RadioGenoa) August 29, 2025

Yet More Bonus Content Because God Is Love

This post is taking on a life of its own.

Dig this.

A migrant staying at the Wethersfield asylum centre in north Essex says there is “almost nightly fighting” between different nationalities.

The BBC has seen video footage that appeared to show a fight involving several men in a canteen where chairs were thrown and one man had a bloodied face...

The asylum seeker, whose identity we are protecting, says the asylum centre on the former military base “has many, many problems".

He told the BBC there was “almost nightly fighting with another nationality, because the number of people is many”.

He said he did not know why the migrants were fighting.

The BBC understands that some of the minibuses that take migrants to the nearby centres of Braintree, Colchester and Chelmsford have had their windows smashed and vandalised on the base.

Be nice. Don't judge. God is love.

Be Nice, Don't Judge The Truth

Of all the various organizations, governments and institutions in the world, two of the very few whose mission is to pursue the Truth are the Catholic Church and empirical science*. Political parties exist to get elected. Private enterprise institutions, including our universities, exist to get funding. Only the Church and true science need to justify changes through reconciliation or argument with past doctrines and beliefs. Protestant Christianity isn't included because it lives in a no-man's land with its preference for personal interpretation over dogma.

True science doesn't have an institution that defends it. The ethical collapse of Scientific American and the capitulation of most of our top universities to cultural Marxism shows that clearly.

That only leaves the Catholic Church institutionally defending Truth. When we falter or fail, civilization loses its last guardrail and all bets are off.

Europe and Canada are decaying under the weight of mass migration from Africa and Islam. If you haven't seen it yet, check out this video of a 14-year-old Scottish girl defending herself from harassing migrants. She's brandishing a knife and an axe because the police and the men in her town cower in the face of the migrants. Naturally, the authorities arrested her and left the migrants alone.

I really dislike swearing in prose, but this meme captured what is going on in Europe perfectly.

Be Nice, Don't Judge

Recalling my post about nature being red in cilia and membrane ...

The whole model of the world God made is effectively, while not utterly, Darwinian. Violent competition is a part of life at all levels. It is into that world that Jesus came. It is that world that gives us the dramatic conflicts of our lives, conflict being a necessary element of any story. Our lives are art expressed through our bodies and our actions and that expression forms the story we author with our lives.

It is in such a world, deliberately and purposefully created this way, that we are called to serve God, love our neighbors, forgive each other and care for the least among us.

The Church and its associated NGOs have been behind mass migration everywhere, actively enabling it by supplying the manpower necessary to bring the migrants into the various countries. The Church and the NGOs have received contractual payments in the hundreds of millions of dollars to do just that. 

The Church has utterly disregarded the Truth and the reality of the world in favor of a pathologically feminine world view that insists that the only thing Christ really taught was be nice, don't judge. The end result is perfectly summarized by the meme above. The "Jesus Christ" may be inappropriate language, but only technically. It speaks a truth deeper than the simple exclamation suggests.

And now we live in a world where the countries that have brought in these migrants are on the verge of widespread sectarian violence. This was perfectly predictable for anyone who was honest and clear-eyed about the cultures being imported.

France Used To Be Catholic

In France, several cities are turning to teen curfews to suppress the growing violence and drug trade being perpetrated by the African newcomers.

Several French cities have this summer introduced a curfew for teenagers in a bid to curb youth violence, but even some mayors are not sure if the ban should be enforced. While some experts say that curfews for minors do not reduce crime, one French mayor begs to disagree. "It's become very quiet," said Cédric Aoun, the mayor of Triel-sur-Seine located 35 kilometers west of Paris.

It may seem racist to suggest that the violence and crime is not being perpetrated by the native French, but the data suggests otherwise.

In Catholicism, observable, empirical data must be folded into our holistic model of the world God created for us. Paraphrasing St. Thomas Aquinas, if empirical data conflicts with Church behavior, then Church behavior must be wrong and be reformed. Be nice, don't judge has led to massive increases in rape across the West. That tells us that be nice, don't judge is not Christ's sole commandment.

The rape is bad enough. Wait for the sectarian violence to kick off in earnest and see just how effective be nice, don't judge is then.

* - I'm using empirical science as a shorthand for physics, chemistry, engineering, mathematics and similar fields. It's early and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet. This is the best I can do. Feel free to suggest alternate formulations in the comments.

Be Nice, Don't Judge The Diocese

I've been pondering this for quite a while now. It's been a hard one to pin down and organize in my head so instead of simply posting slop, I've sat back and thought. None of it was worked out with AI because I sometimes find my thoughts too influenced, too guided when I do that.

Aside: I heard someone recently say that public intellectuals (of which I am not one) who have podcasts never have the time to ponder and think deep thoughts once they start their podcast careers. The demands of constant content creation take away their quiet, ruminative time.

I went to our Diocesan synod meeting last weekend. I thought it was horrendous. I don't think the idea of synodal processes - listening to each other and having deep discussions within our parishes about this or that important topic - is a bad idea at all. It can lead to all kinds of good things. No, it was the overall zeitgeist of the event and the people that made my flesh crawl.

I'll need a few posts to assemble the whole argument and this is just the opening salvo.

The Diocese's Fake Virtue

Practically every aspect of the meeting and the discussions at our table were utterly saturated with "be nice, don't judge." There was a wildly exaggerated emphasis on niceness and forgiveness and kindness and kissy-kissy love-love.

It was all performative.

Thanks to the progs here in California, statutes of limitations and previous bankruptcies were ignored so we could undergo yet another round of lawsuits regarding the sex abuse scandal. Everyone who had committed those acts is now dead and there have been no new accusations, so this was simply gratuitous beating by the same progressives our bishops all worship.

Here's Matthew 5:38-42, a passage that is clearly influential in our diocese and should have been fundamental to our response to the lawsuit given our progressive nature.

“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, offer no resistance to one who is evil. When someone strikes you on your right cheek, turn the other one to him as well."

"If anyone wants to go to law with you over your tunic, hand him your cloak as well. Should anyone press you into service for one mile, go with him for two miles. Give to the one who asks of you, and do not turn your back on one who wants to borrow."

Emphasis mine.

When it became clear we were going to get sued again, the diocese pulled a stunt and separated the parishes from the diocese both legally and financially. When the suit  went through, the diocese declared bankruptcy and lost everything, but all the parishes were spared. If anyone wants to go to law with you over your tunic, hand your cloak to your cousin and tell everyone you've never seen it before in your life.

I thought it was a clever trick and perfectly reasonable given the treachery of the State of California. However, if you do that and then come and morally masturbate in front of us all about giving and love and not judging and be niceness, I'm going to need some Pepto.

They didn't mean a word of it. They were simply indulging in virtue pornography with each other. It wasn't real, but, by God, it felt real. It felt real, real goooooood.

God Doesn't Make Mistakes

The topic of LGBTQWERTY came up at our table in our discussions. Be nice, don't judge ruled here as well. "God doesn't make mistakes" so we should not even suggest that there might be sin associated with LGBTQWERTY.

I sat there wishing I'd brought a hip flask and trying not to rip some of the others to shreds verbally. Still, I had some questions.

I like to drink. I fight that every day. My family is shot through with drunks. I've become a firm believer that there is a genetic aspect to alcoholism. If God didn't make mistakes with the LGBTQWERTY crew, then he didn't make a mistake with me. I planned on having two double Old Fashioneds when I got home.

Hey, don't judge, man. Be nice.

And then there are the people (me, for one) who seem predestined to be judgmental and argumentative. Illogic drives me bonkers. If that's genetic, which it must be because it's strongly linked to an analytic nature, then being judgmental isn't a sin, either.

The entire structure of be nice, don't judge dissolves under its own weight. It's perfectly OK for me to judge because God made me that way, right?

Don't judge the judgmental people. 

Or maybe it's, "Don't judge, you probably aren't good at it. Leave that to the experts."

Random Meme

I'm going to stop here. I need to ponder a bit more before continuing. In the meantime, its memetime.

This seems apropos.
Also, sometimes liberal, white women include your bishop.

Why Primitives Are Primitive

I recently found the YouTube channel of Franck Zanu. He is a native of Benin who has spent a good deal of time researching, studying and thinking about the plight of blacks around the world. I'm not sure I agree with all of his conclusions, but he has interesting and relatively defensible positions. Since he comes from Benin and I do not, at the very least I must respect his vastly superior experience.

Here is his conversation with a woman from the Caribbean about why he thinks Haitians will never be able to fix Haiti. I have queued it up to a relevant part of the discussion.

His assertion, which he lays out thoroughly if you watch the whole video, which I recommend, is that the Africans had never seen a functioning country. Prior to colonial rule, they'd never experienced anything other than primitive, tribal society. Here's an excerpt. I have edited this transcript for clarity. Her dialog is in italics.

We had tribal wars. And you must understand, even though the only thing African tribes have in common is skin color. Once we go to this tribe is a different language, different religion, different everything. Food, everything. It's like you've been to China, in France, except the way in the same region. Let people get this picture clear. It was a continent with only tribes.

(When the Europeans arrived in Africa) there was no republics. There were no countries. No modern day concept of what country means. There were no formal boundaries and borders. So let's talk about Benin itself. How many tribes were in Benin at that time? About 50. 50 different tribes or more... But you can't say Benin because there was no Benin. You can say the region. You see what I mean? It was a region that stretched all the way from the Nile River in Nigeria, all the way to Ghana, just a region. That's no name for anybody. There was nothing like Benin, Nigeria, Ghana. 

No. But there was a concept of Dahomey.

That's correct. That's a tribe ... That's one tribe of very brutal guys. Guys with potbelly married 200 wives, and they call them chiefs. And the foreigners named them kingdoms, because that is the only way they know from where they were coming from Europe. But there was no kingdom. We are not kingdoms.

It's any pot belly guy married to many women with his family making war on the other small tribes, and they were describing them based only on the word they know. The Europeans say, oh, this people's kingdom. It was only chiefs. We never had kings in Africa.

When he made these points, it really hit me that without the experience of being a meaningful part of a functioning, modern country, even if it was modern in the 18th Century sense, you would have no idea how to organize such a country. You could take it over, but you would then revert to mean and become a really big, primitive tribe. More likely, you would devolve into many smaller tribes and go to war with each other.

More than 200 years later, they're still at the starting line.

Franck, who has appropriated an extra c for his name, possibly by nefarious means, has this terrific analogy explaining what happened to African and Caribbean countries after independence.

Now what I am explaining about Haiti goes for every single black Caribbean country. They also did the same thing. They ask for countries to run. They have never run before. What I'm explaining about Haiti has to do with every single African country. Nobody in Africa, at least sub-Saharan Africa, who's great great great great great grandfathers have ever seen a country with their eyes, let alone manage, administer, run it.

None has ever created a political system that is authentic to the people who live in it. None. None. We don't have the concept of political systems we have. We don't have the concept of economic systems yet colonialists came to build a country within a short time, install it the same way they know from where they came from, the busses, the bus stops, the roads, clinics, schools, churches, all these they build.

But you foolishly ask them to give you something you don't know how to run. It reminds me of an analogy I have created and I keep using, and that is, a guy came with an airplane big enough to take 400 people. Okay, took natives from a land into the plane. Okay? The people managed to jump the pilot, the copilot, and the junior engineer and killed them all.

...Okay, so now they've killed the pilot, the copilot and the engineer. Only then did they turn around and ask, "Does anybody know how to fly this thing?" Nobody knows how to fly that thing.

...So African leaders got independence within three years. They recognize, oh, shoot, we don't know how to fly this plane. But as it is about Africans, ego is far bigger than intellect. They couldn't confess to the masses. So do you know what they did. They coined a term immediately and say guess what. We got independence from colonials.

It's worth thinking about. I confess, I never considered this and now realize how I've taken civilization for granted. It makes me see the evolution of the West in a whole new light.

A Little Image Translation

 I couldn't find the tweet I wanted to include here, but this image will have to do. Do you know why Muslimas must dress like this?

In Islam, they believe that men cannot be expected to control their sexual desires. To prevent sexual sin, women must cover themselves completely. The image I had in mind was a still from a BBC interview with a woman covered even more completely than this, where you could only see her eyes.

Aside: Will Neuralink technology make the niqab obsolete? If women had sensors in their clothing that provided them visual information from the world around them, they wouldn't even need the eye slits any more.

If you tell boys from a very young age that they cannot control their sexual urges and that women must safeguard themselves by dressing in sacks, what do you think that does to their attitudes towards women as they reach adulthood? Forget the whole male guardian thing and all the legal second-class status for women issues, just think about how you bend males in your society when this is front and center in public every day all day. Every woman you see on the street reinforces the notion that men cannot control themselves.

If you can't control yourself when you see a Western chick dressed normally, then this is no big deal.

🚨🇬🇧 Pakistani Amar Mehraj kidnapped a 17-year-old British girl. He hit her in the head with a rock and dragged her across the ground.

Amar took her to a house, drugged her, and then r*ped her. He invited three other Pakistani migrants to the house and made money from it.

Amar… pic.twitter.com/p5ewmqF9Pv

— Radio Europe (@RadioEuropes) August 12, 2025

He did it because, when he saw her, he wanted to have sex with her and he knew, just knew that it was pointless to try to control himself.

To this guy, the trial must have seemed like a Kafka play. He could not control himself, yet he was on trial for not having controlled himself. Madness!

This post came about after I saw several videos of Muslim men in England smirking and smiling when confronted by British men who had caught them approaching little girls in parks or outside schools. It was jarring to see how the Muslims thought the whole interrogation was both surreal and comical. How in the world could they be suppressing laughter as they were being threatened?

A frustrated, frightened and angry British woman posting on X clued me in. She said something like, "Every time you see a veiled Muslima, see instead the Islamic teaching that men can't be expected to control themselves."

With that mental model, it all made sense. The Muslim women are wearing protective clothing that keep them safe from men. You, a Western girl, are not. They can relax in public. You cannot.

The multiculturalists don't know how anything works. They haven't worked through the dynamics of Islamic society and how they play out in daily life. The Islamic idea that women are responsible for preventing rapes and sexual assaults through their dress may or may not work, but it's real and it is utterly incompatible with the behavior of Western women.

You'd think they would have thought of that, but they didn't.

Recycling For The Win

This was pretty stunning. It turns out the British government recycles all the dinghies that come across the channel carrying "migrants." I wonder if they get their deposit back with each one. In any case, whatever it is the British government says about trying to stop illegal immigration, they clearly aren't if they send the boats back to France to get reloaded and used again.

Ex-MP Andrew Bridgen claims the Home Office uses GXO Logistics (30% share ownership Vanguard, Blackrock) to truck the dingys back to France for the next wave of migrants. GXO has a multi-million pound contract with @Keir_Starmer's traitor government.pic.twitter.com/XfbezX2MSE

— Paul Weston (@PWestoff) August 12, 2025

Exit Question: How will an Islamic Europe change America?

I Don't Need You, But I Do

 ... because I have AI.

And it's ruining me.

One of my favorite scenes from The Simpsons, back when it was good, was where Lisa met Bleeding Gums Murphy, the saxophonist. He said that the reason he played was that the music was inside him and he just had to put the saxophone in his mouth and let it out. Writing and speaking is like that for many of us extroverts.

Once released, however, the need has been met and we can go about our lives. Well, until the next urge to communicate arises, that is.

When I write here, I only have an idea in my head. I don't have an essay composed, I just sit down and start typing. The words come out, formed in English composition, until I'm done. I never restructure my posts and I rarely edit them beyond grammar and spelling.

Once the blog post has been written, I move on to something else.

I've discovered that AI kills my blogging. Like singing in a soundproof room, it's fine for practicing, but it never gets shared with anyone. I've been using AI to thrash out ideas, but once I've done so, I feel like I do when I've finished a blog post. The fever is gone and I just don't have the energy to recreate it and post here.

AI has made me a hermit. It has also murdered my sense of style.

There are no elements of composition when you talk to it. It is simply Q and A. There is no wry commentary or made-up words that create a playful atmosphere. There are only brute ideas bandied about and discussed until a modicum of certainty has been achieved.

Style can't be nurtured in such an environment. It can only be stunted and warped until you become slothful and clumsy in your writing. 

"If I stop practice for one day, I notice it in my playing; if I stop two days, my friends notice it; if I stop three days, the public notices it." - Pianist Hans von Bülow.

That's how I've felt using AI.

This Is Not Sustainable

This is worth watching if you want to understand why the EU and the UK face widespread civil conflict.