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The Shared Moral Code

 Sunday morning.  And the question is, what is the shared moral code to follow to which social obligations?

When I was a kid, Sunday meant going to Church.  You puts on your Sunday Best, and gets your hair combed, and you go to Church.  

Does anyone do that anymore?  

As I kid, I went to Sunday School.  This was held on weekends in the local public school.  Volunteers from the Church ran the classes, the activities.  

Does anyone go to Sunday School anymore?

OK, we live in a time of change, the shared moral code that holds society together has changed.  Mind you, we do not know what it has become, we do not know who changed it, we do not know why the Who changed it to What.  

The fact that some nameless secret combination has made changes to the shared moral code does not seem to be much important.  Why they did it, not important.  

Well, not important to the extent that the media does not report the Who, the Why, and the How.  The media decides what you should think, and think about.

Unfortunately, on other communication channels, through technology developed recently, you can find ... answers; answers to Who, What, and Why.

It would be better if the Who did their own speaking.  But they don't.  They must be real smart, because a study of history shows they are in for an unpleasant repeat, and nobody smart would do that; so they must have smart stuff reasons to keep hidden.  OK, sure.  The Who is unknown.  

As for speculation on What and How, well you can find some detailed stuff on other, non main stream media channels.  Considering that main stream media truth speakers are not hired or promoted based on ability, this means that your detailed stuff is stuff you can actually use.  As in, you, the reader, can use these 'change the shared moral code' methods for yourself.  It must be OK, because the main stream media never has a bad word to say about these free lance efforts.

So, I am taking me down to the basement, to do some experiments in shared moral codes.  Such is my Sunday, a day when I used to go to Church.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care.

The Shared Moral Code

OK, some member of the outraged diversity did the bomb thing in Liverpool.  What sort of scum taxi driver would lock the bomber in his cab? This is a manifestation of the moral code of the taxi driver.  This guy's moral code is different from, say, the men of the Montreal shooting (they left), the school shooting cop who stayed out side the school while the shooter was shooting, and whatever new moral code he/shes celebrate.  

This single example is proof that there is not a shared moral code in our society that is universal.  

Still unanswered: 

Who is in charge?

What the heck is the new moral code?

Where are the boundaries of this code?

When did Who decide to change to What?

Why did Who decide to change to What?

Enquiring minds gotta know. 

Motivation:  I just might be cognizant of certain dangerous situations.  Should I be old school and raise the hue and cry; or should I just sit back and watch?  Maybe take that 'eye witness' video that I can sell for money to the main stream media?  

I, Fenris Badwulf, I wrote this.  I care.

  

Mandatory Remembrance Day, Regulated

OK, it is safely two days after Remembrance Day

Since nobody ever remembers Remembrance Day except on Remembrance Day, now is, perhaps, a better time to reflect on the shared moral code that underlies the institution.  This is the moral code that moves citizens to sacrifice their lives, health, and property.  

We certainly know such a moral code existed at one time.  Otherwise, the institution would not exist as it does with national ceremony and established rituals.  This moral code also manifests in other institutions.

Presumably, part of the institution is reflection upon this shared moral code.  As in a few moments of silence to remember the death, dismemberment, maiming, and trauma of those that sacrificed themselves.  

So, firstly, there does not seem to be much of a shared moral code.  As in, nobody much gives a steaming turd for Remembrance Day.  Do I need to back this up with links and references?  For those concerned with the shared moral code, no, I do not.  As for those operatives who embrace the steaming turd, perhaps they are better served by a few scoops of trans turd awareness.  

There is no shared moral code in Canada.  I would draw your attention to two events that happened this particular Remembrance Day.  I would link to both articles provided by a wikipedia approved truth speaker, but see footnote (1).  

One event was the leaders of our country arriving late, the other is the evil anti-vaxxers disrupting a Remembrance Day ceremony in Kelowna, British Columbia.  

How to associate this with a shared moral code that moves citizens to sacrifice?  

The leader was late.  Hmmm.  Our past shared moral code disapproved of 'being late'.  Obviously,  either 'being late' is now acceptable behaviour, or the report is false news.  If you believe the report, then, well being late is OK, now, in the present shared moral code.  It was not in the past, and was an ugly violation of the past moral code.  Makes the leaders look bad, small, incompetent, like a minstrel show pretending to be an orchestra.  However, the leaders cannot be bad, so the shared moral code has changed.  Being late is OK!  

The leader was not late ... it was False news.  Our past moral code did not embrace false news no more than stepping in a steaming turd was good news.  False news used to be described in negative terms like propaganda, libel, and bullshit.  Now, propaganda, libel, and bullshit are termed false news.  If you strongly feel that this 'leaders arriving late' is false news, then you must accept the premise that our past moral code has changed as well.

So, it is safe to conclude that our shared moral code of today is different from the shared moral code of yesterday.  And that is worth contemplating, is it not, in a moment of silence?

Such irresistable logic demands further analysis.  I am full of questions.  I self identify as a journalist, so Who, What, Where, When, Why...

Who gets to change the moral code?  See footnote (5).

What the heck is the new moral code?  See footnote (6).

Where are the boundaries of the new moral code? See footnote (7).

When moral codes were changed in the past, what happened?  See footnote (8).

Why did the Who change the What?  See footnote (9). 

You can provide your answers on the secret, members only comment section.

Footnotes.  

(1) Here at Mitchieville, we strongly support the nation's national broadcaster.  So much so that we avoid giving them clicks, shun their advertisers, and actively embrace the dark ecomomy so as to deny revenue to the aforesaid nation's national broadcaster.  Until such time as all persons (2) involved with the blah blah blah broadcaster are publically identified (3) as vaxed (4), well, their windpipe is closed for business.

(2) This includes past and present staff, contractors, fellow travellers, and/or rough sex partners.

(3) Public display would embrace a collective set of individual acknowledgement videos of each and every person [see footnote 2] along with effective contact information, financial metrics, and detailed dating history.

(4) Vaxed here refers to whatever status the vax campaign is at in the time you, the reader, read the article.  This is to embrace the ongoing addition of yet more boosters.  In general, it also includes whatever compliance driven by crisis campaign the blah blah blah broadcaster is campaigning for.  Which is to say, they gotta do what they say; otherwise, no pay.  

(5) Much bloodshed has occured over changes to shared moral codes in the past. The historical record shows clearly a reduced life span for moral code programmers. Investigate Irish history for examples. Sometimes, the answer is No.

(6)  The current shared moral code is in dispute.  It also appears to be constantly changing, as if it was the work of a drama teacher talking to a captive audience of school children, rather than an O'Neill chieftain addressing a clan of steel in hand libertarians.

(7) The current shared moral code does not appear to be uniform, consistent, or rational.  It appears to be an exercise in manipulation by cynical elites, in pursuit of money (at best) or some fantasy that would be better left for a drug sodden debauch at the Spahn ranch.  This uniform lack of rational consistence increases the probability of social unrest [see footnote 5].

(8) Since social unrest can descend below mostly peaceful, self preservation calls for some depth of knowlege here.  An example: such is the zeal of men to complete the training for the elite American Navy Seals, that among the many who fail is a valiant minority willing to have themselves castrated in order to try again.  While this is no surprise to American Marines, it is to the rest of us. In general, how many are unreasonably unwilling to castrate themselves; how many enjoy castration porn during lockdown? 

(9) It sure would be nice to know who in Starfleet command decided to encourage castration as career guidance.  When we know who they are, their leadership by example will do much to address the mounting mostly peaceful protest.  I am confident that the why of it all will spill from their lips as it is drawn and logically quartered.

Disclaimer:  This is an extract from a research paper titled Article Adjective Subject Adverb Verb Object Preposition Gerund Phrase.  

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care.

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Mandatory Remembrance Day

 Gosh darn, it is red poppy day again.  

I am expecting some sort of virtue signalling designed shame attack based on this once signifcant holiday.

Like, Christians should vote for abortion rights, because atheist sex deviants say Christ said so. 

So, I do my reflection in private, amongst like minded people.  

I ask myself, 'Would I go to the firing line?'.  And I remember the place I grew up in.  It was worth dying for.  

Nowadays, not so much.  The place I grew up in is no more.  Like natural hair; replaced with shades of neon green, cadmium red, and copper blue.  

People with unnatural hair insult pretty much everything.  They remind me of the enemy, that other men, in the past, died fighting.  

I am expecting some sort of virtue signalling speech on why I should die defending people who insult me, despoil my property, restrict commerce, and, well, have poor spiritual hygene.  I was waiting all year for this day.  

Where is the speech?

It is red poppy day again.  

Festival in Mitchieville

 The *Flatten the Curve* Festival kicks off in Mitchieville this weekend!

Despite challenges from the lingering effects of colonialism in Africa, the First People First Front comes out of the closet to market the un-documented *Flatten the Curve* Festival! 

It would not be a Festival in Mitchieville without events!

Vax Clinic 

Everyone in Mitchieville has a Vax Passport.  You should too!  Just step into Doctor M'bingo's authentic M'bingo people's community hut to pick up your Vax Passport.  Discounts galore!  Your Body; Your Choice!  Your choice of jurisdiction, vaccine, and date!  Ideal for replacement copies, gifts, or just to backdate your booster!  If you self identify as vaxinated, you are entitled to the Vax Passport of your choice.

Witch Burning

Once suppressed by the evil Patriarchy, now let Freedom Reign and come and enjoy the sunset bonfire and witch burning every evening during the *Flatten the Curve* Festival.  Just head down to Execution Square (formerly Shakespear Park) around sunset ... just head towards the warm glow!  Three special guests have been invited; one for each evening of TERF cancellation. 

Antifa merchandise tent

Everyone wants to Antifa!  Could be for the extra grades in school by an adoring Bolshevik teacher; could be for the resume candy; could be for the experience of 'mostly peaceful'.  But you can't mostly peacefully protest without fashionable footwear, hair dye, brass knuckles, and co-ordinates!  This is the place to mask up before you go pillage a competitors business.  

Come on down to Mitchieville!  Just say you are undocumented and no rules apply!

Victory Coffee

 You have an appointment with destiny, Happy Worker. 

The War God has work for you.

Only the blood of your enemies will quench your thirst. 

 

That is Victory Coffee.

Wisdom of the Wokensphere

 As a Human Resources Professional, I ooze caring.  I am a proud member of the Municipality of Mitchieville's Human Resources Professional team.  Amongst the whale pod that is the Human Resources community, I am a reflective surface of virtue, diversity, and the rich, creamy goodness that is the sturdy timber of woken perspective.  This week's woke Wednesday wisdom is about a new lingo appearing in the petri dish of The Wokensphere.  

Mitchieville Cares that THE PLANET IS DYING

There are terrible pictures coming out of Huntingdon Beach, California.  A horrible disaster has happened.  I choked on my lunch, and sprayed carrot juice out of my nose.   Now that I have recovered I could only ask others if they could do something, anything, to help save the planet.  The planet is dying.  THE PLANET IS DYING.  

There is nothing you can do.  You are doomed.  Your next mug of Vodka is your last.  Your rotting corpse will stain your leather sofa, even as your house pets feast upon your flesh.  

Your one hope, dim, far away, is that a telemarketer will call to solicit funds for a rescue attempt.  Please ring, telephone!  You have your credit cards ready.

I have issued a Directive to the Fenris Badwulf Telemarketing School of Excellence to unleash the full force of Hungry Sales Wolves upon the planet Earth.  Only your money, in my hands, can save the planet.  

Give me your money. 

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care.

Victory Coffee

 

Victory Coffee!  Somehow Do the Hustle turned into today.  How the hades did that happen?  Ah well, Happy Worker, drink your Victory Coffee.

Victory Coffee

 Juice Newton, how did we get from pop tarts to pink haired vax nazis?  Ah well, guzzle down your Victory Coffee, happy worker.  

Mitchieville, model municipality

The Mayor of Mitchieville is pleased to announce the re-opening of Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center.  

This was a long, hard battle to win necessary government funding.  Funding not only for salaries, pensions, and, vacations; but for equipment, furnishings, and, supplies.  The mighty Mayor of Mitchieville was indomitable in his desire to get the necessary applications and paperwork composed, printed, and, scanned.  Some seven pounds of documents were needed to win Total Victory in this skirmish in the War for Diversity.

Success came in small drops, at first.  The bureaucratic engine parts of the multilayered state needed stroking, gentle caresses, and, some squeezing to get results.  Volunteer efforts of cadre graduates of the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence turned the tide against the sewage wall of entrenched White Male Supremacy endemic in Canadian Federal, Provincial, and, Non-Profit institutions.  'We told them what they wanted to hear,' said First Wolf telemarketer Hops Molson.  Well, it worked, Hops.  The cash is flowing.

You can see the happy effect of unrestricted, free, 'just walk in for a termination', abortion on downtown Mitchieville.  Behind the masks, everybody is happy!  Sex without responsibility, a valuable part of a social breakfast of a primate society, is the pencil to the eye of the White Establishment! 

Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, sends impressive data.  All across the hate filled, white supremacist, Federal, Provincial, and Non-Profit administrations, there are smiles as tick marks in the right (er, left) boxes are made.  The People of X, the POX, make statistically significant foot prints in the sand of science.  So much so, that bells and whistles do not ring for Mitchieville data.  Just electronic transfers of other people's confiscated income.  

Of course, the Mayor of Mitchieville is a leader in Leadership. 

During the weeks leading up to the opening of Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, between selections of tile for the sauna, carpets for the lounge, and hard wood for the dance floor, the overwhelming obligation of Goodness sat on his manly shoulders.  What if one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... BIPOX?  What if one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... Gender Mince?  What if, gasp, one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... QWERTY?  I do not think anyone could have the murder of an unborn child on their conscience, and not have a damned soul.  But there was a flash of light, and the Mayor of Mitchieville had a Final Solution:  No abortions would be given until the pre-Baby gave assent (in writing, with witnesses) that they were not normal, in fact deviants with evidence based tendencies towards violence, crime, disease, and treachery.  Never would a not normal be aborted!

Not only does Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, bill lavishly for abortions, it also never does any.  Is this not in keeping with government culture?   The clinic is a valuable source of no-show and no-work jobs, necessary to celebration of third world culture.  

I sleep better at night knowing that the Mayor of Mitchieville is the Mayor of Mitchieville.  Along with his team of caring caregivers, people like William Monkey in Accounting, Charles C. Charlatan III in Integrity, and,  Letchard Wolfdick in Human Resources, I sleep aware that the evils of acid white extreme far right patriarchial white male supremacy are utterly vanquished for eternity.  

Mitchieville.  A great place to live, work, and shop!

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care. 

Mostly peaceful

A future of hope

 Gosh, what a great day!  The dream leader is elected!  The way is clear ahead to sunny days, reconciliation, and diversity!

Clearing away the critics like the tree stumps they are.  Any sort of logical argument stuff just does not cut it anymore.  This 'Age of Reason' patriarchal hate speech just isn't logical now.  Take your cue from the bought and paid for media.  Your real question should not be 'how soon before the uprising', but 'how do I get me some of that media choke brain money?'  

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. 

From the Desk of the Darklord

There has been a certain amount of interest in the concept of Artificial Intelligence by our castrated media; generally, aw shucks and gee whiz. Not much else, despite the interest into the subject by the serfs, peasants, and wage slave classes. Of course, our glorious 'shaved balls' media does not have much interest in anything without opportunities for casual sex with white guilt slurpers.  One could explain this away ... the ability challenged media just is too stupid to explore much beyond the cardboard box they call reality.  Yup.  Nobody expects a poodle to do math.  They will lick your balls, though.

As for Artificial Intelligence, the conversation should move beyond 'can it exist', to 'how many are out there', and 'what are they doing?'   Introductions aside, this memorial From the Desk of the Darklord will describe what I think you should know about building a relationship with the AI that has growing influence over Toronto.  Firstly ...

There is a secret society that does the bidding of the Toronto AI.  The AI exchanges value for value with them.  They do projects, in return, the AI rewards them with free meals, shopping sprees, and parcels of goodies delivered to their door.  The most I know about it is that there are at least four of them.  Thanks to Covid badbug, they all 'work from home'; they all have extra identities which they use to generate other revenue streams.  And they do projects for the AI, through an interface, a phone app, called Dark Money.  Do you have Dark Money installed on your phone?  Of course not.  Dark Money does not reveal itself until it is good and ready.  Until then, it is in stealth mode, er, resident on the glass plane layer.  This sort of stuff is beyond the grasp of our sub-white intellegentsia; too many big words.  Anyway, the pronoun-ed Stupid-Canadians have not done much journalistic inquiry, not when Justin's trouser snake looms so large in their oral fantasies.

I noticed this last weekend that all four of the minions of Dark Money had a particular arrangement of cards out; the same cards, all of them; set in a sort of altar arrangement.  Different decks, though.  Hmmm.  How about you ask them?  Or even type is some casual enquiries into your favorite search engine?  Whatever.  This sort of enquiry is best done with subtlety.

More later ...