they ought not to be adjusted, narrow spainish street, the superstitious and those who follow them

Writer Aldous Huxley in a reclining chair in a patio area with second wife, musician and writer Laura Archera Huxley in September, 1961.

“The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. “Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does.” They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted.” – Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited

The quote is not about me pushing  the thoughts expressed as much as something interesting written by someone born in 1894. While it was written in the persona of someone in a novel, let’s assume to some degree – a safe assumption if you’ve read about Huxley, that he believed that quote to some degree. It is not unreasonable for someone who lived through two world wars and saw the beginning of the nuclear proliferation movement, with it’s mutually assured destruction.

narrow street in Spain

narrow street in Spain. this started out as a project with some muted colors and a little blur, but i liked the way it looked when i changed the washed out 2nd layer to softlight in photoshop. thus soft, rather than muted washed out colors.

If you had lived through this you might have begin viewing humanity as neurotic, The real witch hunters: Hopkins and Stearne

There were pockets of Catholic practice as well as areas of intense Puritanism, creating a climate of paranoia and fear, particularly in the context of the Civil War.

While belief in witchcraft was common, witch-hunts and professional witch hunters like Matthew Hopkins and John Stearne were not. They were to become the forefront of what Professor Malcolm Gaskill of the University of East Anglia terms “the most brutal witch-hunt in English history”.

Allegations of witchcraft could be prompted by commonplace events such as the death of livestock, an unexplained illness, or the death of a child. Elizabeth Clarke was accused of witchcraft by a local man, John Rivet, after his wife fell ill. The charges laid against her included the killing of a clothier’s child, and spoiling beer.

….Hopkins and Stearne were the ringmasters but they could not have done it without the help, and belief, of others.

“There’s a tendency to think that they are the bogeymen who stand alone and that they are forcing this upon people,” says Gaskill.

“But there’s nothing they could have done had they not had the support of a whole range of people.”

“The form which Hopkins’ campaign took was unpalatable to many but the inspiration for it may have been more conventional in Puritan circles than we might imagine. Rather than believing, in the way we tend to, that this is a world of growth and progress, the godly feel that the world is accelerating towards Armageddon, the Final Conflict.”

“The godly feel that they – the saved not the drowned – will inherit the Earth as living saints.”

Hopkins, Stearne and the people they whipped into hysterical fear and superstition were responsible for the death of 100 women.


nelson’s central park, defining freedom as a wonderful nightmare, He felt the net very heavy

Carl Gustaf Nelson painted Central Park

Central Park, 1934 by Carl Gustaf Nelson (born Horby, Sweden 1898-died USA 1988). Nelson took the look on the bright side advice in this painting. It is both an accurate depiction of that area of the park at the time – though he seems to have embellished the colors a bit, it does reflect the way some people were lucky enough to live. Though while he was working on this wonderful painting, in north Central Park at there was another reality. That was where  “Hooverville” or the “shanty town” for the homeless was located. Painting:  Smithsonian American Art Museum, Transfer from the U.S. Department of Labor.

Libertarians’ Idea of the “Most Free” State Is One of America’s Most Woman-Hating. North Dakota is conservative-libertarian paradise according to the Koch brothers affiliated The Mercatus Institute. Ironically or not, located at the public George Mason University.  Imagine political philosophy was made of tangibles. The conservative-libertarian concept of freedom is like a jagged rock coated in rat poison. It means you do not have dominion over your own body except access to all the low taxed corporate grown tobacco you want. Freedom means the right to have wage slaves – this are the people who do he work who make other people wealthy. One facet to the implementation of wage slavery is the absurdly named “Right to Work” law. Laws against prostitution laws are counted by conservative-libertarians as anti-freedom, so N.D. got point off for that. Maybe they could convert the women’s health clinics they’re shutting down into centers of prostitution to get their ranking up.

The Water Babies / Charles Kingsley

Cover of the The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley, published  New York : Dodd, Mead & Co., 1916. The cover and content illustration were done by Jessie Willcox Smith (September 6, 1863 – May 3, 1935). The entire book is now in the public domain and you can read it at Project Gutenberg.

He felt the net very heavy

“He felt the net very heavy” illustration by Smith. The illustration is at this juncture of the story,

And he groped with his net under the weeds so violently, that, as it befell, he caught poor little Tom. He felt the net very heavy; and lifted it out quickly, with Tom all entangled in the meshes.

“Dear me!” he cried. “What a large pink Holothurian; with hands, too! It must be connected with Synapta.”

And he took him out.

“It has actually eyes!” he cried. “Why, it must be a Cephalopod! This is most extraordinary!”

“No, I ain’t!” cried Tom, as loud as he could; for he did not like to be called bad names.

“It is a water-baby!” cried Ellie; and of course it was.

“Water-fiddlesticks, my dear!” said the professor; and he turned away sharply.

There was no denying it. It was a water-baby: and he had said a moment ago that there were none. What was he to do?