“Human beings live in their myths. They only endure their realities.”
–Robert Anton Wilson
Welcome to Butterfly Language, a look at the world inside and outside my head!
We begin our April extravaganza not with an April Fool’s jape—the reason for this you can find in my new(ish) article “April Fool’s Day, Fake News, And The Reality Wars”—but with the sinking of the RMS Atlantic in 1875. While not as well-known as the White Star Line’s more famous maritime disaster 39 years later (stay tuned later on in April for that), the event was still, as they say, “pretty bad.”
At least 535 out of the almost 1,000 on board the Atlantic perished after it struck rocks off the coast of Nova Scotia. Despite the traditional maritime instruction to evacuate them first, ALL of the women and children died…except for 12-year-old John Hindley (or Hinley), “the boy who lost everything.”
The disaster was also an occasion for surviving crew to discover that one of their own, 25-year-old Bill, was really a woman. A crew member was quoted thus about dear departed Bill after the revelation (whose body was discovered trapped in the Atlantic’s hull):
“I didn’t know Bill was a woman. He used to take his grog as regular as any of us, and was always begging or stealing tobacco. He was a good fellow, though, and I am sorry he was a woman.”
In-between bonking my head yesterday and writing the Week In Review, there was so much more I wanted to mention! Let’s see if I can chip away at some of that now…
Well, first, Jim Carrey had a Twitter fight with Benito Mussolini’s granddaughter. So that happened. Then Anthony Fantano from The Needledrop got involved, and I pretty much lost my shit:
Now, I know Elon Musk wanted to corner the “viral” market yesterday with his Harambe song, but the first rule you learn is: the crazy shit that trends on Twitter has to be organic. It has to organically spring from the addled brain of Yaldabaoth.
And lest the idea that “World War II never really ended” was tempted to leave my skull, I then came across this interesting thread (albeit from January) pointing out the Nazi origins of some of this “Ancient Aliens” stuff.
Per David Walsh in the thread:
“…the idea that there was a connection between the Nazis and the UFO phenomenon gathered steam in the 1950s and 1960s.
It was helped along by the so-called “Nordic alien” stock character, popularized by alleged “contactees” like George Adamski, who claimed a blond, blue-eyed Venusian named Orthon contacted him in 1952 to warn the world about the dangers of nuclear war.
In addition to Nordic aliens, the French writers Jacques Bergier and Louis Pauwels helped popularize the idea that the Nazis were really, *really* into the occult, that they may have been in contact with Nordic aliens, and built their own flying saucers.”
Now, it’s my own personal opinion that not all of the wide range of material that might be placed under the “Ancient Aliens” banner is Nazi-related…but I do think enough of this lore has been hijacked/made up in a way to boost racist claims that the hairy eyeball the topic is given is partially warranted (but we can also say the same for Theosophy).
Pornhub released their annual “April Fool’s Day” video today, advertising “Batorade”—a Gatorade-type drink to help one replenish their electrolytes after excessive masturbation. Styled as a parody of the classic “I’d Like To Buy The World A Coke” ad, its imagery is surprisingly relevant and on-the-nose for our current era—especially if one takes into account this recent General Social Survey that indicates that apparently 1 in 4 American adults have spent the year celibate.
Indeed, the survey also indicated that the number of those in the 18 -29 age bracket reporting no sex in the past year more than doubled between 2008 and 2018, and that the % of men younger than 30 reporting no sex has nearly tripled.
But if you read my post “Some Thoughts On The Post-Sexual World”—the original version of which was composed TWO YEARS ago—you wouldn’t be surprised:
“I believe we (or at least a good amount of us) are headed for a “Post-Sexual” world. Conception and even growth within the womb will be able to be achieved—with all the requisite genetic modding of course—involving only the minimum of actual human physicality or contact.
This will not be the end of “eroticism” per se…but such impulses will be increasingly be sated via the use of sex robots, VR programs, or, more likely (and inexpensive), direct neural connections that can provide unending orgasms at the touch of a button.”
So much more I could say on the subject—and indeed, I’ve written privately tons of stuff that I’m shy to publish because I think it would piss a lot of people off from all ends of the ideological spectrum.
So I’ll leave it here for now.
And finally…remember that news item I ran last week about one of John Lennon’s UFO sketches being up for auction?
Well GUESS WHO BOUGHT IT?!
Holy Fucking Shit.
Go read (or re-read) my post “Playing Those Mind Games: John Lennon And UFOs” to unpack the significance of all this…especially Geller’s claim that Lennon gave him the “extraterrestrial egg.”
Have a good Monday, people—and, where applicable, don’t forget to go out and enjoy the sunshine!