November 21, 2009
I myself am an artist. A pretty darn talented one at that, I might add.
I'm up-and-coming in the "scene", and am knee-deep in all that entails
in terms of the "culture" which comes with it. Really, I could care
less about the trappings of success, impressing anybody, or elevating
myself to any lofty status. Rather, I see myself as a willing
instrument through which God manifests His mystery and beauty. It might
be obvious that I have had the tendency over my years to idealize
women, sexuality, romance, physical attractiveness (if the girl didn't
turn heads wherever we went, she was usually off the radar for me),
etc...often to the point of insanity. After all, artists need their
Muse, right? I've come to realize in my 34th year of being that what I was doing was externalizing the divine spark within me, projecting my innate need to love and be loved by God onto my partners. When cold-hearted reality crept into my infatuations, obviously this had the potential for obliterating my perceived harmonic and inspired state like a house of cards being placed in a wind-tunnel.
I live in Portland, which is a great city if you're an artist, despite its crippling unemployment. But one of my biggest criticisms of my beloved town is the fact that feminism, "faux"mosexuality (meaning: "I'm going to pretend I have Sapphic tendencies because it will make me appear edgy, modern, and hip...even though I'm really attracted to men"), and the ironically named "social networking", have all but decimated my generation's ability to facilitate what would be considered healthy, mutually beneficial, and dedicated relationships. It's quite heartbreaking, really. Plus, with everyone being a self-professed "liberal" here, my Obama criticisms (to put it lightly) are not as in vogue as my Bush-bashing was. I repeatedly remind people here that we used to have constant anti-war protests, rain or shine, hot or cold...which abruptly stopped around, say, November of last year. And yet the war still continues. Now you have even young, vegan liberals talking about "staying the course" in Afghanistan! Duped.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that your writings have inspired some of those that are neck-deep in the cultural trenches, and not everyone youngster born in raised in the Illuminati's holographic mind-control matrix succumbed to the bullshit. I'm a flawed person, to be sure...definitely a work in progress. Yet my hope is to transcend the lies I've been taught and, in turn, facilitate the same process in others. Having had that same experience with your writings, I simply wanted to thank you for your efforts, and wish you continued success in your personal path.
Henry Makow is the author of A Long Way to go for a Date. He received his Ph.D. in English Literature from the University of Toronto. He welcomes your feedback and ideas at

