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Vasily Vereshchagin/ At the Fortress Walls. Let them Enter

I don't usually get sick the way that I did the past couple of days. My normal sick is a quick run up of chills, followed by spiking a bigtime fever, followed by sleep, then I am back to the grind. This time was three days of yuckiness. I am not used to dealing with that kind of nonsense. It has been at least twenty years since something like this last happened. Oh well, getting old I guess.

Much boredom these last three days. Reading and snoozing has been the order of the day(s). Swilling NyQuil and DayQuil to punctuate the tedium. No deep thoughts.

Screed:

JMG got me a thinking again. The bastard. So, take a moment to read this post:

I sometimes have trouble figuring out if he is writing this stuff tongue in cheek or just tots it off casually between lunch and tiffin.

I think that I try to be balanced, but I fail. This is not an unusual outcome. I spent years of my life in the service of Ahrimanic evil and have spent the last fifteen years peeling the layers laid down in my last lives. I have no intention of going down the path to the Luciferic. Right now I feel that I am fairly well established in the genteel poverty that seems to be a prerequisite to contentment.

I am wondering when the pushback reaction to the sneering of the elites will happen in earnest. Currently the politics and the media seem to think that there is a long way to go down the Luciferic path. But sooner or later the blowback will begin and we can maybe get more folks sitting on the midline where most folks should reside. But we have miles to go before we sleep on that one.

I slogged through the Nicomachean Ethics years ago at the insistence of the three Jesuits. I remember it being pretty meaningful and helpful. Then I forced the ex to watch a Mortimer Adler PBS show on the Ethics in the eighties (This kind of thing might be why she had the good sense to become an "ex"). I do remember and always try to keep in mind that virtue lies in the golden mean.