August 28, 2012

Comment Hiccups

I've had some notifications via email that I have comments on toss & ripple. The content of the comment(s) also comes through on my email notification, so I can read the comment content on my email notification but I'm unable to respond to the commentor via email.

When I've come to toss & ripple to respond to said comments, the comments are not appearing on toss & ripple, nor can I seem to find them hidden, like in spam or somewhere to approve them. (I do not have filters set up on toss & ripple.)

I thought that maybe the commentors had decided to delete their comments (which I respect and have not problem with), but now I'm wondering if that is the case.

So...my apologies if you're comment hasn't appeared. It's due to Blogger perhaps hiccupping or my inept techno-ability.

*hic-cup*
;)

August 26, 2012

Blogosphere Absenteeism

I've been absent from the blogging-sphere lately...as far as commenting and composing and even reading on my regular blog-perusals.

Because of certain life circumstances, I've been engaged in researching more in-depthly the subject of psychopathy - through online writings and forums and in books. Since there are only so many hours in a day and since I own a business and have another (now very-part-time) job...well, there are limitations.

So, I just wanted to post a blog-note for my fellow bloggers/readers/commentors.

Of course, since I put up this here blog note...I'll probably end up blogging and/or commenting and/or reading on my regular blog perusal list. Kind of like when one decides to not take the umbrella, the clouds decide to spill.

Regardless, I want to state that my absence is due to being occupied elsewhere...for the time being and for however long I stick around in the land of "elsewhere."

Life is good and the school of life continues to be an adventure in learning...
~Carol
:)

August 2, 2012

A few more thoughts on Mein Kampf

Continuing to read and finish the second chapter of Mein Kampf, I'm spellbound in a sense, or at the least intrigued to observe Hitler's evolution...or devolution. I read of a man who becomes consumed with a passionate hatred for a people whom he believes are out to destroy his mother culture, his nationality, and all of humanity.

A few years back I read Martin Luther: Hitler's Spiritual Ancestor by Peter Wiener. In that book I observed Luther's evolution...or devolution. As I read of Luther's morphology, I saw similarities to what I had witnessed in The Way...how the second president of The Way changed over the years into a tyrant. That may sound extreme; yet that was my observation.

Reading the first two chapters of Mein Kampf has been similar - observations of Hitler's morphing into a man haunted by a paranoia(?) that the Jews were out to take over the world. Perhaps they were; The Way's mantra was "Word Over the World" which meant to have fellowships that teach the accuracy of the rightly-divided Word of God available in every culture. Other religions and systems are out to convert the unbeliever to whatever brand of truth that system has, one goal being to save the individual and thus the masses.

Hitler's words are eloquent, his conviction determined. He straightforwardly calls out the hypocrisy he's witnessed. His observations are keen regarding his arguments with the Jewish believer. Anyone who has lived some life and argued their convictions/beliefs can probably relate to Hitler's description in paragraphs 11, 12 and 13 in the excerpt below. At this point in Chapter II, as a young man, Hitler has a mission which he apparently believes is the "work of the Lord."


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Below I have copied and pasted (as it appears on the link, including typos) the last section from Mein Kampf: Volume One - A Reckoning; Chapter II: Years of Study and Suffering in Vienna
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"I gradually became aware that the Social Democratic press was directed predominantly by Jews; yet I did not attribute any special significance to this circumstance, since conditions were exactly the same in the other papers. Yet one fact seemed conspicuous: there was not one paper with Jews working on it which could have been regarded as truly national according to my education and way of thinking.

I swallowed my disgust and tried to read this type of Marxist press production, but my revulsion became so unlimited in so doing that I endeavored to become more closely acquainted with the men who manufactured these compendiums of knavery.

From the publisher down, they were all Jews.

I took all the Social Democratic pamphlets I could lay hands on and sought the names of their authors: Jews. I noted the names of the leaders; by far the greatest part were likewise members of the 'chosen people,' whether they were representatives in the Reichsrat or trade-union secretaries, the heads of organizations or street agitators. It was always the same gruesome picture. The names of the Austerlitzes, Davids, Adlers, Ellenbogens, etc., will remain forever graven in my memory. One thing had grown dear to me: the party with whose petty representatives I had been carrying on the most violent struggle for months was, as to leadership, almost exclusively in the hands of a foreign people; for, to my deep and joyful satisfaction, I had at last come to the conclusion that the Jew was no German.

Only now did I become thoroughly acquainted with the seducer of our people.

A single year of my sojourn in Vienna had sufficed to imbue me with the conviction that no worker could be so stubborn that he would not in the end succumb to better knowledge and better explanations. Slowly I had become an expert in their own doctrine and used it as a weapon in the struggle for my own profound conviction.

Success almost always favored my side.

The great masses could be saved, if only with the gravest sacrifice in time and patience.

But a Jew could never be parted from his opinions.

At that time I was still childish enough to try to make the madness of their doctrine clear to them; in my little circle I talked my tongue sore and my throat hoarse, thinking I would inevitably succeed in convincing them how ruinous their Marxist madness was; but what I accomplished was often the opposite. It seemed as though their increased understanding of the destructive effects of Social Democratic theories and their results only reinforced their determination.

The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn't help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next day. The Jew had not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.

Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.

I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.

Gradually I began to hate them.

All this had but one good side: that in proportion as the real leaders or at least the disseminators of Social Democracy came within my vision, my love for my people inevitably grew. For who, in view of the diabolical craftiness of these seducers, could damn the luckless victims? How hard it was, even for me, to get the better of thus race of dialectical liars ! And how futile was such success in dealing with people who twist the truth in your mouth who without so much as a blush disavow the word they have just spoken, and in the very next minute take credit for it after all.

No. The better acquainted I became with the Jew, the more forgiving I inevitably became toward the worker. In my eyes the gravest fault was no longer with him, but with all those who did not regard it as worth the trouble to have mercy on him, with iron righteousness giving the son of the people his just deserts, and standing the seducer and corrupter up against the wall.

Inspired by the experience of daily life, I now began to track down the sources of the Marxist doctrine. Its effects had become clear to me in individual cases; each day its success was apparent to my attentive eyes, and, with some exercise of my imagination, I was able to picture the consequences. The only remaining question was whether the result of their action in its ultimate form had existed in the mind's eye of the creators, or whether they themselves were the victims of an error.

I felt that both were possible.

In the one case it was the duty of every thinking man to force himself to the forefront of the ilI-starred movement, thus perhaps averting catastrophe; in the other, however, the original founders of this plague of the nations must have been veritable devils- for only in the brain of a monster-not that of a man-could the plan of an organization assume form and meaning, whose activity must ultimately result in the collapse of human civilization and the consequent devastation of the world.
In this case the only remaining hope was struggle, struggle with all the weapons which the human spirit, reason, and will can devise, regardless on which side of the scale Fate should lay its blessing.

Thus I began to make myself familiar with the founders of this doctrine, in order to study the foundations of the movement. If I reached my goal more quickly than at first I had perhaps ventured to believe, it was thanks to my newly acquired, though at that time not very profound, knowledge of the Jewish question. This alone enabled me to draw a practical comparison between the reality and the theoretical flim-flam of the founding fathers of Social Democracy, since it taught me to understand the language of the Jewish people, who speak in order to conceal or at least to veil their thoughts; their real aim is not therefore to be found in the lines themselves, but slumbers well concealed between them.

For or me this was the time of the greatest spiritual upheaval I have ever had to go through.

I had ceased to be a weak-kneed cosmopolitan and become an anti-Semite.

Just once more-and this was the last time-fearful, oppressive thoughts came to me in profound anguish.

When over long periods of human history I scrutinized the activity of the Jewish people, suddenly there rose up in me the fearful question whether inscrutable Destiny, perhaps Or reasons unknown to us poor mortals, did not with eternal and immutable resolve, desire the final victory of this little nation.

Was it possible that the earth had been promised as a reward to this people which lives only for this earth?

Have we an objective right to struggle for our self-preservation, or is this justified only subjectively within ourselves?

As I delved more deeply into the teachings of Marxism and thus in tranquil clarity submitted the deeds of the Jewish people to contemplation, Fate itself gave me its answer.

The Jewish doctrine of Marxism rejects the aristocratic principle of Nature and replaces the eternal privilege of power and strength by the mass of numbers and their dead weight. Thus it denies the value of personality in man, contests the significance of nationality and race, and thereby withdraws from humanity the premise of its existence and its culture. As a foundation of the universe, this doctrine would bring about the end of any order intellectually conceivable to man. And as, in this greatest of ail recognizable organisms, the result of an application of such a law could only be chaos, on earth it could only be destruction for the inhabitants of this planet.

If, with the help of his Marxist creed, the Jew is victorious over the other peoples of the world, his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity and this planet will, as it did thousands l of years ago, move through the ether devoid of men.

Eternal Nature inexorably avenges the infringement of her commands.

Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the Jew, I am fighting for the work of the Lord."


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A few thoughts on Mein Kampf

Due to my trip to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, I'm reading HItler's Mein Kampf. "Mein kampf" means "my struggle." Hitler wrote it while imprisoned for nine months in 1924. His sentence, for treason, was for five years, but he was released early for good behavior.

I've only read into the second chapter. So far I am struck by a few things that I want to get out of my head and onto paper.

  • He writes as an advocate for the worker and for humanity. He sounds like one who would stand up for the individual. He expresses concern for rights of the individual, for women, for the everyday worker. 
  • Some of his words inspire the soul to feel a duty to take a stand for a great cause.
  • Hitler takes note of the "sheep" that follow the doctrine of the powers that be. 
  • He refers quite a few times to people being unintelligent. He offers that some of the unintelligent are intelligent but have been tired by the putting down of the powers that be, and thus have given in. He writes as to convince people that they can think for themselves; after all, Hitler thinks for himself.
  • He states that the only way to fight poison is with poison, and the only way to fight terror is with terror. 

These few things strike me as 'red flags' in regard to how controlling relationships, mass movements, cults operate.

They spawn an us/them mindset, but that mindset is tempered by words laced within the essay, words of concern for the individual ..so that even some of the 'them' are worthy as humanity. Others of the 'them' are evil and greedy and need to be stopped by whatever means necessary.

Hitler's words appeal to a greater cause. How good am I if I refuse to take up my own sword to fight against the evil that rules? If I do not take a stand, I am one of the unintelligent...one of the sheep. There is no place or room for any fence-sitting.

Hitler calls out "liars," again appealing to that part of us to want to do right. Yet, in hindsight, we know Hitler's legacy.

His words remind me of others, alive and dead, whom I have 'followed'...at those times rationalizing any contradictions I would observe in their actions and behavior. After all, those whom I 'followed' were/are 'only human.'

As I read Hitler's words, I think of Martin Luther, "the great reformer." Yet, Luther had a very dark side that isn't as well known among Christian circles. People don't have the 'good' quotes of Hitler decoupaged in art; yet we have the good words of Luther, or of other leaders or activists all the while dismissing their evil deeds and/or hypocrisy.

Or are we dismissing it? Are we rather trying to preserve the good of their humanity? Is it good to not speak of the evil? I think not. Evil is not good, but to not remember the evil...can lead to evil again and again.

And as I read Hitler's words that he wrote alone while imprisoned...well....I also think of my ex-therapist John Knapp. Knapp's lies, lies, lies. And how Knapp wrote (and still writes at times) so righteously, calling out liars and hypocrites, standing up for the abused...and how Knapp wrote (and maybe still writes) with such a great cause of helping others. Yet, I know the harms Knapp has exacted....not only to myself but to others. No, not anywhere on the scale of a Hitler...yet the writing similarities are uncanny to me.

Hitler had aspired to be an architect.