For expedience, simply imagine a phenomenal case where simply calling any given person an "x-phobe" instantly by virtue of the name-calling alone, creates that which it sought to opprobriate.   Calling person y an "x-phobe" creates more often than not, in the person of person y, a new x-phobe .   This is the thesis, that it's a case of a self-fullfilling "prophecy," and a very epimethean one by the lights, the orange spotlights shined, shone, on any would-be Stave Martins seeking excusation.    That's a corollary of BOT. Call it what,   You want.       

    In Ayn Rand's now underrated Movie, The Fountainhead, an entire novel centers around the everyday narcissist situation of "audience capture," in the person of Gail Wynand, who is captured by his newspaper audience, and sadly if foreseeably  comes to a bad end.   Blue Ouroboros Theory as simply an idea or explanation for how one of our two  venerable, the more venerable of the two, political parties, just up and decides to devour itself alive. Audience capture, is the explanation, in theory. In the theory, in Blue Ouroboros Theory, "bots" who work in a automated boiler room type operation, with trolls, as "closers," real life humans who step in when a bot attracts engagement, seek influential and high profile "marks" to work their mentalist magic on.   As background we keep in mind Orange Ouroboros Theory, according to which, for those who are convinced by it, "gender" belongs filed under the same rubric, and orange rubric in t...

  The fleas are angry, oh so angry, as well they might be, and might have been :  "a Sheep is whoever dresses up as a Sheep and declares (clarifying authentically now of course) "Wolves who dress up in Sheep's clothes are Sheep."   And furthermore:  Baa Ram Ewe ...    All Sheep are Sheep but ... well, we can guess the business,   Some Sheep are more authentically Sheep than other Sheep.     Whelp ...    Asking questions (even making exclamations) such as, 'but Mee Maw, what very large canines you have,' is Trump's-phobic, and signatory of being one's very being being infected with " TDS ."    Or worse ... (!)    (?)    But what if 'Jason' and his cult of Golden Cargonauts were onto something, an idea for placing on offer in the marketplace of just that, a product of exquisite craftsmanship (a bottled cargo ship), namely fractal fleas ...    Decisions, decisions ... and decisions an...

      In the history of Art, and by "Art" I mean in particular one art, and allied dignities, one geologic in analogy feature stands, or rather dips,  a grand chasm, or canyon, between a North Rim and a South Rim:  to the north lies romanticism, and yawning years of a tradition of pain, the painful represented, or rather actually presented in dissonance, and definite, and defined.   To the south, a sunnier less seasonal and altogether more reliably rational country lies, spreads, out in a plain.  Less concerned with "climb every mountain" and reaching, wrestling, as if for Jacob's Ladder.    Impressionism. An emancipation of the consonance to, remain, "lush" befoliaged, green and growing less like Firs' Forests than like first forests, as seen in prehistoric, or even Permian processions and pageants, of Life Through the Ages . Aloof, allied with drifting clouds and shining Moon, and timeless tides and waves as wide or wider than life itself...

      Inexplicably the Trump phenomenon seemed to vomit itself into existence out of nothing, but Root Orange Ouroboros Theory is an idea that it was actually flying under the radar with a weaponized stealth issue kept in peripheral vision by distractions and constant deployment of so-called "orange herrings," red herrings as decoys, and "dog-whistles" so-called. For example the fashionable twitter "statue PfPs," and enigmatic ambiguously interpretable allusions to 'saving Western Civilization.'    To lay it all out, what lay underneath, the essence, or root of the orange ouroboros was a simple set of axioms, presumed to be self-evident. To the extent that they resonated, they helped conjure the unlikely fruit into existence like "clockwork," so to speak:   a) There ain't no such thing as a they/them.   b)  Nobody was "born in the wrong body."   c) The belief that one can be or that oneself is, is a mental illness.   d) T...

        Social Problems ...   We've  knocked on doors of Pythagorean almost Platonic "triples,"    Sex, Drugs (Trips) and Rock (and Roll).   And before it, Love, Romances of Long Ago and Far Away, Liszt and Paganini, a devilish virtuous virile fiddler (i.e., Romantic Music.)   And before that, the Renaissance.   What?  A social problem?   It was ...   But it was a great awakening, a great rebirth! Yes?   Awakening, it was  ...  "woke" in the parlance, jargon, "discourse." It was a dream within a dream within a dream that it was a wakening into a memory of a Past. ...    A Past.   ... it was a long ago, a far away in the past, an Eden. With it's own Obama, if you will. Who was "buying a Stairway to Heaven," a nibbler, shomping, deciding, to take, to taste, the first bite .   He was an eater of the Ouroboros. A strange fruit, but not the kind you might think.   He could see in Ka...

     "When you're a hammer everything looks like a nail."   When you're a social constructivist everything looks like "a social construct."   When you're a sickle you go around telling everyone "you're ass is grass."   They got away with it with race, why wouldn't they think they could get away with it with "gender"?   First off, Obama was fine on race. He never had his proverbial "Sista Soulja" moment because with him every moment was a Sista Soulja moment. There was never any blithe blithering about "whiteness" or queerly quantum "Black body" radiation poisoning (his "discourse"). First off, there was the fact of his race:  one of the East African ones.  The widest human racial divide is down the middle of Africa, not between Africa and elsewhere. Although the migration out of Africa was out of a particular piece, or part, of Africa.    One could name any number of East African ...