...you hate it, knowing deep down that they despise you just as much as any of the other kewl-aid-drinking, mind-fu**ed sheep...
As I know there are those who will object to word containing ** above, I think a brief explanation is in order. Having offered it, I still expect many (most?) to think my use of it was morally wrong. I am not here to argue with them, as my Judge does not take their counsel before passing judgment upon me.
The term "conceive" is used most often in two different areas of life, but in truly analogous senses.
When married people exercise their God-given rights, children are (or may be) conceived
. Such is according to the lawful and beautiful use of these earth-shattering powers of pro-creation (our loftiest faculty of body). This is a sublime and unutterably beautiful part of married life, despite the fact that we often misuse this power (whether within or outside of marriage) that is so sacred as to be beyond our complete grasp.
We also use the term conceive
in connection with ideas
. Why? Well, there is a union that takes place between object - something outside ourselves - and subject - our mind. Once this union occurs, an idea is conceived
. The intellect is made to know the truth. This is the lawful and beautiful exercise of a very lofty faculty of our souls.
To force-feed lies to the sheep, with the express purpose of dominating and exploiting, is a kind of rape. Now, I could have used "mind-raped" in stead of "mind-fu**ed", and have used it in other places to get the same idea across. Either way, the point is that, when we are force-fed lies, there IS
a violation (or, an attempted
violation) of the intellectual order that is approximate to the violation that takes place on the physical level when someone is raped. If this were not so, no one would really know what I mean when I use these terms - but they always
Having said this, I know some will STILL
argue that I have sinned in using one term rather than another. I offer no defense or excuse. I only ask those considering these heavy, sad matters to at least make an attempt to avoid getting caught up in such meaningless minutiae, the specialty of the Pharisees. Think whatever you want of ME, but do not swallow camels while straining at such gnats.
Traddieland is gravely ill
. Half-measures and platitudinous pleasantries are of no use at this stage. Godspeed.