Podcast appearances and mentions of Peter Coffin

11-3-2024 "Life in the Blood - A Brief Study Of Leviticus" -Peter Coffin by Tenstrike Community Church

In this episode of the Dover Download podcast, Deputy City Manager Christopher Parker chats with Britt Ulinski Schuman, a former Dover School Board member who served from 2007 to 2009. Schuman discusses her roots in Dover, her educational background, and her decision to run for the School Board as a way to give back to the community. She shares insights into her experience on the board, including the supportive dynamics among members and the challenges of balancing the role with other commitments. Schuman highlights some of the major projects during her tenure, such as curriculum revisions and the selection of architects for school renovations. She reflects on the time commitment required for the position and her decision not to run for a second term due to personal and professional obligations. Schuman offers advice for potential School Board candidates, emphasizing the importance of having the right motivation and capacity to serve. She also discusses how her perspective has evolved now that she has children in the Dover school system. In This Week in Dover History, we learn about an 1857 discovery of old ruins on Nelson Street, believed to be from Peter Coffin's garrison house or Dover's first tavern.

Listen to the Part 2 episode on "Breadtube" in the Backroom exclusive podcast on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/OneDime YouTube veteran Peter Coffin comes on 1Dime Radio to share his critiques of the "MAGA Communist" movement and Woke/Anti-Woke Politics. I ask Peter to clarify what really happened during his controversial journey as a Marxist creator and what his real political beliefs actually are. In the Part 2 exclusive episode (The Backroom) on Patreon, Peter clarifies what his critique of "Breadtube" really was and why it got him "cancelled" by the "online left." Become a Patron to listen to get access to it and almost 30 exclusive episodes, the 1Dime private discord, and more. Peter Coffin's New Documentary Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@ImportantDs Follow me on Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/1DimeOfficial⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Support 1Dime on ⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠ to get extra exclusive content. Be sure to give 1Dime Radio a 5-star rating if you get value out of these podcasts!

Ashley and Doug discuss the new Stalinist/MAGA Communist anti-imperialism. Without condemnation or presuming that the anti-imperialists are acting in bad faith, but with the aim of understanding the ideological moment we are in, this stream will take a look at some clips from videos from Infrared, Caleb Maupin, and Peter Coffin. Join Us for a Second Hour on Patreonhttps://www.patreon.com/posts/106007137?pr=trueSupport Us on Patreonhttps://patreon.com/dietsoap

Peter Coffin joins Douglas Lain to discuss his book "Woke Ouroboros: Segregation and Essentialism" and the Breadtube controversy regarding plagiarism. Peter's Book "Woke Ouroboros" on Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/Woke-Ouroboros-Essentialism-Peter-Coffin-ebook/dp/B0BQ3XR447Support Sublation Media on Patreonhttps://patreon.com/dietsoap

7-9-2023 “Tabernacle: Power of God's Redemption” -Peter Coffin by Tenstrike Community Church

This week Mike was a guest on Decolonized Buffalo, to talk about Caleb Maupin, Peter Coffin, and other proud settlers giving their takes on Land Back and Decolonization. No surprise, they were so cursed we couldn't finish the video. Thanks again to Rick and Victor! Decolonized Buffalo on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/decolonized_buffalo/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/decolonizedbp Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5HNK0mWbkbxoynVEKwgvVC Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deco…lo/id1530454129 Source: 5 Settlers Discuss Landback (feat. Caleb Maupin + Fox & Alex from Space Commune) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB7DwdCxgtM

Following the Genesis story of God's Life that conquers death to the climactic scene between Abraham and Isaac on Mount Moriah, can show us the Power and Character of God's Life, and how we can choose interact with it.

In this episode, I talk to the YouTube personality and fellow Fan Studies guy, Peter Coffin about YouTube, politics, and the mob.

In this episode, we are joined by YouTube documentarian and essayist Peter Coffin for a philosophical and economically-minded discussion about cancel culture.

In this episode, we are joined by YouTube documentarian and essayist Peter Coffin for a philosophical and economically-minded discussion about cancel culture. Earlier this week, much of the world awakened to horrifying images out of Ukraine which appear to show the bodies of civilians who were killed by Russian forces, who are now steadily retreating from the embattled country. The images prompted U.S. President Joe Biden to double down on his war crime accusations against Vladimir Putin, and now many are asking whether the Russian leader will be made to stand trial for the atrocities. Then, following our news segment, we are joined by Youtuber and essayist Peter Coffin of the Very Important Documentaries YouTube channel, who joins us to discuss his new book " UKRAINE FUND: Support Ukraine Relief DOLLARS FOR DONUTS A special thank you to those who donated to the podcast this week: Dennis Koch Daniel Baumberger Robert Westfall Jill Ellis Brett Giles If you like Middle Theory and want to help support the show, you can donate to the program here:   We also offer SUBSCRIPTION accounts for those who would like to make recurring monthly payments to Middle Theory. If you would prefer to SUBSCRIBE to the program, click here to visit our DONATES page, and scroll down below the primary DONATE button.  SHOW NOTES UKRAINE: Images of dead civilians in Ukraine shake the world - CNNPolitics Joe Biden calls for Vladimir Putin to face war crimes trial over Ukraine    Will Putin ever be held accountable for crimes in Ukraine? KING OF TWITTER: Musk takes 9% stake in Twitter to become top shareholder | Reuters CANCEL CULT: Why millennials drive cancel culture   PETER COFFIN: Peter Coffin on Twitter Very Important Documentaries on YouTube  Cancel Culture: Mob Justice or a Society of Subscriptions? JOIN US: REACH OUT TO MIDDLE THEORY To send us feedback, you can email us here. Also, follow Middle Theory on Twitter too... this is highly recommended, and may even be vital for some of you. Finally, as mentioned earlier, some may be further compelled to donate to the program, which helps keep ads for survival gear, water filters, male enhancement supplements, and do-it-yourself earthworm farming kits off the program.

This week on MOATS: The Podcast "A dark and catastrophic time for the world" This week's guests include: Chinese Podcaster, Carl Zha Despite Visa and Mastercard pulling out, Russia's economy will prosper leading China and Russia to become the new world order. RT correspondent Donald Courter on being labeled Russian State media and the effects it has had on his profile. Donald is in a unique position as a bilingual dual-citizen of the U.S. and Russian Federation Host of the PACD podcast and political analyst, Peter Coffin on how the social left of the Democratic party in US politics are lining up on the Ukraine/Russia conflict All of this as well as taking calls from people all around the world as Moats asks "Is NATO using the Ukrainian people for its own ends?" The answers may surprise you! "The Mother of all Talk Shows" is broadcast live every Sunday 7pm GMT on Youtube and Sputnik Radio. MOATS is the open university of the airwaves to millions of people all over the world @moatstv This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Podcorn - https://podcorn.com/privacy Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacy

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Austin Pelli talk about Latino activists organizing a primary challenge against Sen. Sinema, how the CIA took revenge on it's own for bringing a discrimination lawsuit forward, and the U.S. pulling out all the stops to persuade Russia to back down.Guests:Peter Coffin - Video Essayist, Author | Adiós, Krysten Sinema! What Accountability Looks LikeJeffrey Sterling - CIA Whistleblower | How the CIA Took Revenge After Racial Discrimination RevealedK.J Noh - Independent Journalist | U.S. Urges China to Act on Russia Despite TensionsIn the first hour Peter Coffin joined the show to talk about Latino activists in Arizona organizing a primary challenge against Krysten Sinema after she voted against her party on key voting rights legislation. We also talked about predictions for Biden's Supreme Court nominee as Republicans look to make it a blood bath.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Jeffrey Sterling to tell his story about his time at the CIA where he was racially discriminated against by his superiors, repeatedly handicapped from doing his job effectively, and then falsely convicted him under the Espionage Act as retaliation for his discrimination lawsuit against the agency.In the third hour K.J Noh joined the conversation to talk about the U.S. urging China to use it's influence to persuade Russia to actively seek a diplomatic solution in the Ukraine standoff despite the strained relationship between Beijing and Washington. We also talked about North Korea resuming it's missile testing program and what the path forward for easing tensions will look lik

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about what Sean Hannity really knew about January 6th, the U.S. reaching the grim milestone of one million new COVID-19 cases in 24 hours, and leftist ‘BreadTubers' being recruited to astroturf on behalf of creepy NGOs.Guests:Dr. Gene Olinger - Virologist | U.S. Hits One Million New COVID-19 Cases in 24 HoursPeter Coffin - Video Essayist, Author | Leftist ‘BreadTubers' Accused of Astroturfing After Being Recruited by Creepy NGOsIn the first hour Jamarl and Shane talk about what Sean Hannity and other Trump allies really knew about January 6th and why they privately voiced concerns but publicly defended the protests.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Dr. Gene Olinger for a discussion on the U.S. reaching a new all-time high of one million COVID-19 cases in 24 hours and how public policy will evolve as COVID-19 transitions from a pandemic to an endemic disease.In the third hour Peter Coffin joined the conversation to talk about BreadTube, a loosely formed group of socialists, communists, and other leftists that was recently revealed to have some members backed by creepy non-governmental organizations to push back on COVID skepticism.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about the dire situation in post-war Afghanistan, Joe Manchin revealing why he really dropped BBB, and reflect on another year of Biden's presidency and what he could have accomplished.Guests:Mark Sleboda - International Relations Analyst | Afghanistan in Shambles; Militias Mobilizing in LibyaJim Kavanagh - Socialist Columnist | Manchin Reveals ‘Real' Reason He Rejected BBBPeter Coffin - Video Essayist | Biden's Done. What Could Have His Presidency Been?In the first hour Mark Sleboda joined the show to talk about the situation in Afghanistan after the hurried U.S. exit left the economy in shambles and starvation running rampant. We also discussed escalating tensions in Libya as armed groups mobilize ahead of elections being held.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Jim Kavanagh for a discussion on Joe Manchin admitting the ‘real' reason he's rejecting Biden's trademark social spending bill, and how Biden should have negotiated differently.In the third hour Peter Coffin joined the conversation to talk about President Biden losing power as BBB gets buried, a year-in-review of his agenda, and what things could have looked like.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about CNN suspending primetime anchor Chris Cuomo indefinitely, Twitter's new CEO Parag Argawal's stance on free speech, the approaching debt ceiling deadline, and Ghislaine Maxwell's trial as Jeffrey Epstein's co-predator.Guests:Ted Rall - Political Cartoonist | End of Cuomo Dynasty as CNN Suspends ChrisPeter Coffin - Video Essayist | New Twitter CEO Emphasizes Free Speech Isn't PriorityMark Frost - Economist | Economic Consequences of Raising the Debt CeilingWilliam Craddick - Political Analyst | Trump, Prince Andrew, and Bill Clinton Named in Ghislaine Maxwell TrialIn the first hour Ted Rall joined the show to talk about CNN indefinitely suspending Chris Cuomo in light of new information that the primetime anchor was more involved in the defense of his brother from sexual assault allegations than he previously let on.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Peter Coffin for a discussion on Twitter co-founder Jack Dorsey's departure from the company and what's going to change. We were also joined by Mark Frost for an analysis on what would happen if Congress chose to not raise the debt ceiling, and why they almost certainly will.In the third hour William Craddick joined the conversation to talk about the trial of Ghislaine Maxwell, where witness testimony supports the prosecution's claim that Maxwell recruited and groomed underage girls for disgraced financier Jeffrey Epstein.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about the surprise climate deal between the U.S. and China, the media eating their own words on Russiagate, the government plan to pay illegal immigrants $450,000, and aliens.Guests:Paul Beckwith - Climate Scientist | U.S. and China Announce Surprise Deal at COP26Peter Coffin - Video Essayist | Media Eating Crow After RussiagateSusan Pai - Immigration Attorney | Biden Rejects Plan to Compensate Families Separated at BorderAvi Loeb - Professor of Science | Harvard Astrophysicists Start Project to Find AliensIn the first hour Paul Beckwith joined the show to give a wrap of the COP26 conference where the U.S. and China announced a surprise climate deal on Wednesday.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Peter Coffin for a discussion on the media aggressively backpedaling on the Russiagate story after arrests have been made. We were also joined by Susan Pai to talk about plans to compensate families who were separated while trying to illegally cross the border.In the third hour Avi Loeb joined the conversation to talk about the ongoing search for extraterrestrial life as Senator Kristin Gillibrand introduces an amendment to establish an office to investigate unidentified aerial phenomena.

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On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about Facebook's public move to censor their platform, the kidnapping and assassination plot against Julian Assange, and though the technical execution of Assange did not occur, the world is watching him suffer a slow death.Guests:Peter Coffin - Video essayist, YouTuber, podcaster and author | Facebook Goes To War To Defend It's ImageJohn Kiriakou - Former CIA Officer, and host of The Backstory | Kidnapping & Assassination Against Assange While In EmbassyMichelle Witte - Sputnik News analyst and host of Political Misfits | German Election ResultsMisty Winston - Political activist, organizer, and podcast host | The Plot To Murder AssangeIn the first hour Peter Coffin joined the show to talk about Facebook's push to both add a form of censorship and distance Mark Zuckerberg from scandals. Peter points out that there is a lot of opportunity for abuse in this new model, but how this manifests remains to be determined.In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by John Kirakou for a discussion on a groundbreaking report that documented the idea by the White House to assassinate Julian Assange. Michelle Witte also joined the show to talk about the results of the German election.In the third hour Misty Winston joined the conversation to talk about why the CIA wanted Julian Assange out of the way and WikiLeaks to be terminated permanently. Although this assassination did not take place, the world is watching a slow form execution of Assange right now.

On this episode of Fault Lines, host Jamarl Thomas talks with guests on an analysis of the meeting between Putin and Biden, the results of the Iranian election, and the atomization and monetization of the current technological sphere.Guests:Mark Sleboda - International relations and security analyst | Reflections on the Biden Putin SummitJohn Kiriakou - Former CIA officer and co-host of The Backstory | Iranian ElectionsPeter Coffin - Video essayist, podcaster and author | AtomizationIn the first hour Mark Sleboda joined the show to discuss the results of the meeting between Biden and Putin, as well as the decision by the US to cease a $100 million weapons package to Ukraine. In the second hour Fault Lines was joined by John Kiriakou to talk about the recent elections in Iran, and also the sanctions the United States has on the country and how they affect Iran's trade deals.In the third hour we were joined by Peter Coffin for a discussion on the over monetization of the daily aspects of our digital lives, and an analysis on the language displayed by President Biden at Geneva.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talk about the summit meeting of Biden and Putin, the future of Israel's government, a shift in the media regarding the origins of Covid-19, and corporate America usage of the LGBTQIA+ community as a public relations tool.Guests:Bryan MacDonald - Head of the Russia desk at RT online | Biden and Putin at GenevaMiko Peled - Human rights activist and author | The Future of Israel's GovernmentPeter Coffin - Youtube comedian and author | Media Pivot on Lab Leak & Corporate PrideIn the first hour Bryan MacDonald joined the show to discuss the upcoming meeting of Putin and Biden in Geneva as well as Russia's opinion on the situation in BelarusIn the second hour Fault Lines was joined by Miko Peled to talk about the future of the government for Israel. Will Benjamin Netanyahu be deposed?In the third hour we were joined by Peter Coffin to talk about the shift in the media narrative regarding the origins of Covid-19, and the use of the Pride movement by companies as a PR alignment method.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan talked with guests about water as a weapon in Syria, why the CIA went 'woke' in its new recruitment ad, the FDA's planned ban on menthol cigarettes, and the silent retraction by the WaPo/NYT of their story on Giuliani.Guests:Maram Susli – Political Commentator and Geopolitical Analyst | Water As A Weapon: Turkey, Syria, & IraqPeter Coffin – Video Essayist & Author | CIA Gone Woke, Should Facebook Bring Trump Back?Gregory Conley – President of the American Vaping Association | FDA Under Biden Pushing for Ban on Menthol & Flavored CigarettesTed Rall – Political Cartoonist & Syndicated Columnist | WaPo, NYT Retraction of 'FBI Warned Giuliani' Story, Is Biden A New FDRIn our first hour we were joined by Maram Susli to talk about water being used as a weapon by Turkey against the Kurds, Syria, and Iraq. We also talked about how China and Russia will respond to Israel's treatment of Palestinians as the Eurasian power bloc increases its investment in the region and rises to prominence internationally.In our second hour we were joined by Peter Coffin for a conversation on why the CIA used progressive, intersectional messaging in a new recruitment ad and what the Intelligence Community has to gain from the modern left. Next we spoke with Gregory Conley about the proposed ban on menthol and flavored cigarettes, looking at the costs and the benefits of the push against the consumption of carcinogenic tobacco products.In our third hour we were joined by Ted Rall to talk about the Washington Post and New York Times' weekend retraction of their story last week on the FBI warning Giuliani of a 'Russian disinfo' campaign centered on Ukraine, looking at media complicity and complacency, and why the intel community leans on prominent newspapers as typists for their narratives.

Peter Coffin joins us to talk about AOC carrying water for the Biden admin, The Derek Chauvin trial, The consumer choice that is Veganism, and more Twitter @Petercoffin @Glenrockney @Cryptopsi @rarecandypod1

Hello Podcast listeners, Today is a very special episode with Peter Coffin, founder and president of Breckinridge Capital Advisors. Peter founded Breckinridge Capital Advisors back in 1993. Peter began his career as a credit analyst in the Bond and Money Market group of the Connecticut National Bank and then in Aetna’s Bond investment division. After this he worked as a Senior Vice President at Massachusetts Financial Services. He earned his BA with honors in Classical Studies from Hamilton College. In today’s episode we discuss his approach to bond investing and why it is better for investor’s to own the bonds directly. Enjoy and thanks for the listen!

A close re-examination of Stephen's story in Acts 6-7 reveals a Biblical principle about God's deep-seated purpose for us to live in a Kingdom mentality of unity with those around us, just as Jesus lives in and through us every day.

Woke Remakes / Retro Cancellation / Western Japan / Sexual Degeneracy / CREW: CRK (@BLCKD_COM_PILLD) / SLAV (@SlavojT) / COH (@in_cohgnito) GUEST: Low Society (@lowsocietypod) - Angie Speaks (@speaksangie) / Peter Coffin (@petercoffin) / Jake (PART 1 IS ON LOW SOCIETY) 3/6/21

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan discuss the upcoming subnational elections in Bolivia, Biden's ability as an effective leader, rising fear of domestic terrorism, ongoing conflict in Ethiopia and much more. Guests:Camila Escalante – TV News Producer and presenter at teleSUR| Lower Bolivian Elections KJ Noh – Journalist and Analyst| Congress Contra January 6th and March 4th Garland Nixon – Sputnik Political Anaylst and co-host of The Critical Hour and Critical Hour Extended | Congress Hearings on January 6th Peter Coffin – Podcaster and Author| Manufactured Discontent Tedrose Fikre – Co-founder and Former editor of GhionJournal.com| Tigray On 7 March 2021, around 7.3 million Bolivians will participate in what the UN hopes to be Peaceful Subnational Elections. The show is joined by Camila Escalante to discuss the local governance of Bolivia after the coup against Evo Morales. In Myanmar, violence against protestors escalate as more charges are brought against Aung San Suu Kyi who has been in custody since the 1 February coup. KJ Noh speaks more about what is to come next and the significance behind the challenges currently facing the Burmese country. Congress decided to suspend sessions on March 4th following intelligence reports that an extremist militia group backed by conspiracy group QAnon would target the Capitol. Sputnik Analyst Garland Nixon questions President Biden's ability to effectively lead the country during these tense times of rising fear in domestic terrorism. Peter Coffin continues the conversation by speaking on the role of the internet in fueling these threats and the government response to it. Fighting continues in Tigray despite the government declaring victory over the Tigray People's Liberation Front. Tedrose Fikre gives details on the current conflict in the Tigray region of Ethiopia.

We caught up with veteran YouTuber, Peter Coffin, to analyse Stonewall's advocacy of 'Aromantic Awareness Week', and the company offering artisan meats cloned from the tissue of celebrities. If you enjoy The Popular Show, consider supporting us on Patreon, and get access to our weekly political education and arts interviews and more: https://www.patreon.com/thepopularpod

In celebration of Joe Biden's inauguration, "socialist" magazine Jacobin attempts "ironic satire" with a cover that aims to "make fun of the libs". Did they succeed? Fox and Alex are joined by Peter Coffin to figure that out. In this episode we talk about political fandom, "precuperation", Niobiom's viral meme that triggered the libs (https://twitter.com/nobum62/status/1352042371148640273) the spectacle of protest and more! Follow Peter on Twitter: https://twitter.com/petercoffin Find us on Twitter: Fox: twitter.com/FoxGGreen Alex: twitter.com/alexspcm

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan discuss Congress passing the $900 billion stimulus bill. Apparently, lawmakers only had access to the bill beginning at 2pm and passed it by midnight.Guests:Nell Watson - Researcher in Emerging Technologies | A Deadly CV Strain EmergesTeodrose Fikre - Cofounder of Ghion Journal | Vaccines: A Liberal Dose of CapitalismPeter Coffin - Podcaster and Author | Class and Trans Issues Within A Capitalistic FrameworkThe vaccines are out and now a new strain has emerged. Researcher Nell Watson explains the new COVID mutation and how much information is known. Cofounder of Ghion Journal discusses the capitalism behind the vaccines. Peter Coffin, podcaster and author, dives deeper into the capitalistic framework.

On this episode of Fault Lines, hosts Jamarl Thomas and Shane Stranahan discuss the ongoing Trump election fight. It looks like he might have lost the battle and Biden is the rightful winner.Guests:Laith Marouf - Award Winning Multimedia Producer | The Assassination of Mohsen FakhrizadehPeter Coffin - YouTube Comedian and Author | Cancel Culture Is Bad News BroTom Luongo - Geopolitical Analyst | Who Knows What The Heck Is Going On?On Friday, Iranian nuclear scientist Mohsen Fakhrizadeh was assassinated in Tehran. Top Iranian officials have blamed Israel for the attack. Award winning multimedia producer Laith Marouf joins the show to explain the details.Cancel culture is modern-day ostracism. People get canceled for anything and everything. YouTube comedian Peter Coffin gives his take on the social phenomenon.Does Trump have a legitimate argument in regards to Democrats "stealing" the election? Surely, we cannot dismiss the possibility of America meddling in elections, especially within its borders. Geopolitical analyst Tom Luongo discusses the gray areas of voting.

Structural, institutional, systemic – racism prefixed as such points to a concept that was first used by black American activists in the 60's. The wave of protests sparked by the killing of George Floyd by police in the US has brought the concept to the fore in recent months. Its potency, both as a means of analysis and as a call to action, depends upon a robust and widespread understanding of the concept. This session will see Angie Speaks, Clive Nwonka and guests demystify structural racism by considering the media as a battleground in which it rears its ugly head. With Angie Speaks, Peter Coffin & Clive Nwonka.

Overpopulation is a controversial topic with certain grim implications. These ideas were first popularized by economist Thomas Malthusin 1798 when the world's population was around one billion people. Although Malthus was clearly wrong, proven by the fact that our global population is currently around 7.6 billion and we already grow enough food for 10 billion people, his ideas persist and are resurgent in our society and national conversations. Peter Coffin joins Jules for a conversation about all the ways a social critique from an angle of overpopulation is problematic, and ultimately promulgates a world view that is reductive, utilitarian, harsh, and inhumane. Peter Coffin's Video: Overpopulation is Bullcrap Follow Peter Coffin: Twitter @petercoffin, Low Society Podcast, Peter Coffin on YouTube, Buy his book: Custom Reality and You, Patreon Music by: Self-Taut *This episode was recorded during a rainstorm so there are some audio glitches that happen on Jules' end but they do not last the entire conversation. Support for No Easy Answers comes from our listeners. You can become a monthly supporter of No Easy Answers by clicking here, or making a one-time donation here: PayPal Venmo --- Follow us on Social Media: Twitter Facebook Medium Patreon --- Join the discussion: https://www.reddit.com/r/noeasyanswerspodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/noeasyanswers/message --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/noeasyanswers/support --- Become a Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/noeasyanswers --- One-off Contribution: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/julestaylormusic --- Comments, concerns, criticisms, and vitriol: noeasyanswerspodcast@gmail.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/noeasyanswers/support

Civility in Politics / Hellworld Laptop / Media Trust / Outreach Strategies / CREW: @BLCKD_COM_PILLD / @SlavojT / @Shitspouter37 GUEST: @PeterCoffin (Low Society Podcast) ART: @SiddakAhuja 10/25/20

Re-examining John 3 reveals Jesus' message for humanity's need to not just be "born again", but to be completely transformed into a new kind of creation.

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We’re joined by the wonderful Peter Coffin (@petercoffin)! We talk about the Chapo-to-Peter Coffin-to-Fash pipeline, class reductionism, breadtube sensibilities, nuclear power, and the wonders and horrors of capitalism. We really covered a lot. Peter’s Youtube Channel Peter’s Patreon Low Society Podcast

Peter Coffin is a YouTuber (Most Recently "Very Important Documentaries: Liberalism Sucks") with over a quarter-million subscribers, podcaster (Low Society), and author (Custom Reality and You). Their leftist perspective goes down easy with relatable humor and a commitment to everyday people over elites of all kinds.

Mysteries is excited to present a new album from NY-based sound designer and musician, Matthew Patterson Curry, known formerly for his project Safety Scissors. These pieces are thoughtful arrangements, each one complete in and of itself. However, when placed together, the result is a stunning and harmonious collection from an artist with a clear vision, voice and sound. Each of these seven compositions were commissioned for various film and art projects in New York and beyond, including a sci-fi short, an installation in Manhattan’s Oculus, a quad multimedia installation by artist Peter Coffin, and others. https://matthewpattersoncurry.bandcamp.com/album/scores-vol-1

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YouTuber Peter Coffin joins DOOMED with Matt Binder to breakdown the MSNBC / Washington Post November Democratic primary debate featuring: Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, Joe Biden, Pete Buttigieg, Kamala Harris, Cory Booker, Tulsi Gabbard, Amy Klobuchar, Andrew Yang, and Tom Steyer. Support the show: http://www.patreon.com/mattbinder

9-15-2019 "Repentance" -Lynnea & Peter Coffin by Tenstrike Community Church

On this episode, Michelle and Aurora discuss the nuptial consummation of Peter Coffin, declare Ishmael canceled, and finally debut a new sign-off.  

In this corner we’ve got a meat eating, room cleaning, lobster loving daddy to incels everywhere, iiiiiiit’s JORDAN PETERSON. He’s got 12 Rules ready to take straight to the chins of his opponents.From the trend reviving, self-love preaching, French tuck sporting world of Netflix iiiiiiit’s QUEER EYE’S FAB FIVE!Now gentleman, I wanna see a clean fight with no patriarchy affirming or neoliberal, materialist success platitudes! And FIGHT!Round 1 - Josh explains his thesis on the growing cultural phenomenon of self-help and self-care for men as exhibited by Peterson and Queer Eye. What’s the good and bad to take away? Who should be your guide to navigate isolated, lonely men out of their mom’s basement, away from Fortnite, and into a healthy existence capable of joy?Round 2 - YouTube personality Peter Coffin (Many Peters, Very Important Documentaries, Adversaries) joins the conversation to add his thoughts on both of today’s subjects, modern masculinity, and agender identity. (Interview at approx. 35:00)Contact us: stilltryingbuds@gmail.comSupport the show: ko-fi.com/elstroproduction

A dramatic reading of Jesus’ Passion Week by Peter Coffin & Pastor Steve, and a song written by Pastor Dean about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Podcast good. Video games bad. Breadtube all-stars Jack Saint (@lackingsaint) and Peter Coffin (@petercoffin) visit the VGATWTOE compound to give the last word on the ever persistent NPC meme. We start out discussing the philosophy of the NPC but our brains are quickly broken and we spent the bulk of the discussion in a pure hypergoof state. Additionally, we reveal the mysteries of Notch's mansion to Peter, disgusting ourselves in the process. Also, we dig into the Division 2's outrage advertising strategy and, for dessert, delight in violence against video game Nazis. Buckle up, this one will soften your skull with its blazing heat!A podcast that reveals the truth about video games that those other video game podcasts don't want you to know. Co-hosts: Alton and ReesePatreon: https://www.patreon.com/VGATWTOE Intro music: Video Games by Envyneslies Envyneslies – Video-gamesOutro music: VIDEOTAPEMUSIC / Ecchu-Owara-Bushi Wearecc – Videotapemusic_ecchu-owara-bushi-videotapemusic-remixThank you to Angelvila for the logo!Main Account: https://twitter.com/vgatwtoeReese: https://twitter.com/yourverygoodbudALTON: https://twitter.com/8ALTON8Find out more at https://videogamesaretheworst.pinecast.co

Part 2 of our talk with Arun Gupta(@arunindy) continues on dissecting "conspiracy" from "conspiracy theory." We cover: Trump, conspiracy theory as campaign strategy, the Bundys in the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, dealing with Trump supporters, Qanon as a source of power for the disconnected, how to handle high school reunions, explaining is not excusing, 9/11 Truthers and how Truther theories mutate, and what happens when Establishment media is compelled to do Cletus Safaris. -- Check out Part 1 here: https://soundcloud.com/givingthemic/ep46-conspiracy-just-like-a-theory-part-1-feat-corey-pein-arun-gupta -- Recs: - -Kim Moody's _From Welfare State to Real Estate_ -The Disinformation Guides -Lefttube (e.g. ContraPoints, HBomberguy, Philosophy Tube, Peter Coffin, Lindsay Ellis) -Octave pedals -Giovanni Arrighi & Beverly J Silver's _Chaos and Governance in the Modern World System_ -Giovanni Arrighi's _The Long Twentieth Century: Money, Power and the Origins of Our Times_ -Alex Rosenberg's _How History Gets Things Wrong: The Neuroscience of Our Addiction to Stories_ ---- -Here's Corey's Baffler essay on conspiracy theorists as shitty detectives: https://thebaffler.com/magical-thinking/protocols-moron-pein -Arun's examination of George HW Bush's role in Iran-Contra: https://theintercept.com/2018/12/07/george-h-w-bush-iran-contra/ -Corey's book: Live Work Work Work Die: A Journey to the Savage Heart of Silicon Valley http://liveworkworkworkdie.com/ -Contribute to Corey Pein's patreon and get his podcast News From Nowhere: https://www.patreon.com/newsfromnowhere -Support independent journalism and Arun Gupta's patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arunguptareporter ---- Check out Nat's show Metamashina at https://metamashina.com/ - Follow Jacob on Twitch! http://www.twitch.tv/jacobmercy - @ashesforfoxes @jacobmercy @givingthemic - Questions/comments/suggestions for great local Korean food: givingthemic@gmail.com - http://facebook.com/givingthemic/ - Help us make the show! http://www.patreon.com/givingthemic - - - - Main theme by The Mysterious Breakfast'r Cereal on SoundCloud @chiptheme - - All items trademarked and copyright their respective owners. Please don't sue. Please don't sue. Please don't sue.

Holiday Rewind. Food — from where it grows, to where it goes, all of it matters to our bodies and our communities. A conversation about how farmers are creating equitable food systems inside cities, from urban agriculture to worker-owned cooperatives. Guests: Susan Chin-Design Trust, Karen Washington-Rise & Root Farm and Ysanet Batista-Woke Foods. +Excerpts from Peter Coffin's "Music for Plants" Support theLFShow, 10 Years of Making Power Through Media!

Continuing with Peter Coffin.Opening Invocation:The Resistible Rise of Auturo UiHero of the Week:Nadia Murad

This Christmas Story written in 1910 is read by Peter Coffin, Mark VanTassel, and Lynnea Coffin. It is a story that has the potential to change your life!

This is part one of a two part episode with Peter Coffin. A YouTube Documentarian, Author, and self-proclaimed Marxist. We first dive into capitalist systems, the open source movement, humans as labor, the state vs. the government, pokemon as a commentary on society, and so much more.Opening Invocation:Gestalt Buddhism

Food --- from where it grows, to where it goes, all of it matters to our bodies and our communities. We begin October with a conversation about how farmers are creating equitable food systems inside cities, from urban agriculture to worker-owned cooperatives. Guests: Susan Chin-Design Trust, Karen Washington-Rise & Root Farm and Ysanet Batista-Woke Foods. +Excerpts from Peter Coffin's "Music for Plants"  Support theLFShow

Returning from hiatus, comrade Tiberius sits down with Peter Coffin to discuss their book Custom Reality and You. Subscribe to their YouTube channel (https://www.youtube.com/user/petercoffin) for some fantastic video essays, and get the book in e-book or dead tree format at https://amzn.com/1521741042

Gamers rise up! Podcasters rise up! The new episode of VGATWTOE is here to reinforce what you already believe! The Estimable Chief Justice Peter M. Coffin (@petercoffin) joins us to answer the dreaded Gamer Question. During our quest for truth we compare Jordan B. Peterson impressions, break down the cultivated identity that profits video game companies, and ridicule Elon Musk's car game that probably won't set the entire stupid engine on fire. It's a very important podcast that you must listen to or you're a fake VGATWTOE fan.Check out peter here: https://www.youtube.com/user/petercoffin Twitter: https://twitter.com/petercoffin A podcast that reveals the truth about video games that those other video game podcasts don't want you to know. Co-hosts: Alton and ReeseIntro music: Video Games by Envyneslies Envyneslies – Video-gamesOutro music: VIDEOTAPEMUSIC / Ecchu-Owara-Bushi Wearecc – Videotapemusic_ecchu-owara-bushi-videotapemusic-remixThank you to Angelvila for the logo!Main Account: https://twitter.com/vgatwtoe Reese: https://twitter.com/yourverygoodbud ALTON: https://twitter.com/8ALTON8

Peter Coffin (@petercoffin) is back to talk about his Twitter tête-à-tête with Trump's most dedicated fanboy, the pundit class declaring Socialism Is Over after last week's elections, and a few of the scandals you may have missed in the deluge.

Peter Coffin has a popular YouTube channel where he makes Very Important Documentaries(tm) that are both entertaining and thought provoking. He was last on to discuss the Marketplace of Ideas as a flawed model. We touch on that briefly and then move on to discuss the American political landscape, focussing on the conundrum of Centrism in the age of Trump. Check out Peter's book! Leave Thomas a voicemail! (916) 750-4746, remember short and to the point! Support the show at seriouspod.com/support! Follow us on Twitter: @seriouspod Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/seriouspod For comments, email thomas@seriouspod.com Direct Download

Peter Coffin joins us again to discuss his upcoming book, "Custom Reality and You." We try to figure out whether Amazon is trolling Sarah Huckabee Sanders, or turning us all into robots. And Matthew takes it out on a real barn-burner of a high note.

Peter Coffin joins us again as we discuss the latest version of the zombie Trumpcare bill that refuses to die and how Republicans stopped Obama from taking action to fight Russian hacking but are happy to blame him for it anyway. All that plus political factions as cliche high school tropes in the High Note. Enjoy!

Topics Discussed: - Left-wing infighting & the "Alt-Left" - The Senate "Nuclear Option" puts Gorsuch on the Supreme Court - The future of the investigation into Trump's Russia ties High Note: Reddit's April Fools Experiment - Social Art Project https://www.reddit.com/r/place/

Here’s part 2 of my discussion with Peter Coffin! In this one, we finish up talking free speech and then wade into the topic of his second mini doc. This one is about what created Trump and Peter’s opinion on the marketplace of ideas. Free Speech Video Trump Marketplace of Ideas Video The post AS273: The Marketplace of Ideas, with Peter Coffin appeared first on Atheistically Speaking.

Joining me for an extensive and wide ranging interview is comedian, youtuber, and satirist Peter Coffin! Peter has been making high quality and thought provoking mini documentaries on youtube recently, which you can find here. The first we discuss is a video that reflects on free speech and whether or not unfettered free speech is possible. … Continue reading AS272: Comedian, Satirist, Weirdo… Peter Coffin → The post AS272: Comedian, Satirist, Weirdo… Peter Coffin appeared first on Atheistically Speaking.

This week on StoryWeb: Herman Melville’s novel Moby-Dick. This episode is dedicated to the memory of Tim Kamer. Here is a book whose fortunes have gone down and up, down and maybe up again. When Herman Melville’s epic novel Moby-Dick was published in 1851, much (if not most) of the reading public began to suspect that he had gone insane. The popular author of best-selling travel books seemed to have gone off the deep end (as it were). Dedicated to Nathaniel Hawthorne, whose friendship had inspired Melville throughout the writing of the novel, Moby-Dick sold only about 3,200 copies during Melville’s lifetime. To Melville’s way of thinking – and to subsequent generations of American literary scholars in the 20th century – he had found his true calling with the psychologically and philosophically complex Moby-Dick. The year 1919 saw the centennial of Melville’s birth, igniting the “Melville Revival.” In the 1920s and following, Melville became an established part of the literary “canon,” and it seemed that his literary genius was finally getting the acclaim it deserved.   But in later decades of the 20th century, long, ponderous, 19th-century novels lost their appeal. No one (fortunately) read James Fenimore Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans anymore, and while some people claimed to have read Moby-Dick, it was more likely that most of them had not actually read the tome. I have read, studied, and taught Moby-Dick several times – and my estimation of it deepens and grows every time I do. By no means is every part of the novel a page turner (parts of the long, drawn-out quest to find and kill the infamous white whale could serve as an insomnia aid). By no means is it all narrative, all story (the cetology chapters come to mind). And by absolutely no means is it clear what Melville wants us to think about this loose and baggy monster of a book. But there is so very much about the book that is amazing, even breath-taking. First, there are the marvelous opening chapters, in which Ishmael (for so he tells us to call him) goes to New Bedford, Massachusetts, to look for employment on a whaling ship, work Melville himself had done for some years (hence the popularity of his South Sea travel books). The third chapter – “The Spouter Inn” – tells of his night spent with the cannibal Queequeg. To my mind, these chapters represent the best storytelling in the book. Second, there is Melville’s literally encyclopedic knowledge of whales and the study of whales (cetology). While many readers are tempted to skim (or even skip) the cetology chapters so they can “get back to the story,” Melville includes meaty, essential material here, as well as in the justly famous chapter titled “The Whiteness of the Whale.” In short, you’ll learn a lot about whales from reading this book, though at a slower pace than you might fancy. A third fascinating facet of Moby-Dick is the exposé it offers of the whale oil industry, which is quite akin to the oil industry today. Melville describes the dangerous working conditions, shows the greed of the captains of industry, not just Ahab’s monomaniacal pursuit of Moby-Dick but the greed of the entire industry. Directed by Ric Burns, the PBS series Into the Deep: America, Whaling, and the World provides careful insight into the largest global industry of the 19th century. The series’ biography of Melville shows how skillfully Melville washed the gum from his readers’ eyes as to what was going on in this destructive industry. Another good, basic overview of the whaling industry can be found at the Awesome Stories website. And you might also find it fun to explore the New Bedford Whaling Museum website, including information about the museum’s Melville-related workshop, tours, and lecture. Need another reason to read Moby-Dick? Read it as a postmodern novel! Yes, you heard that right. Though modernist scholars loved it back in the 1920s, ‘30s, ’40, and ‘50s, it’s more a postmodern novel than it is a modern one. It blends genres, defies rules, goes all “meta” on us, as when Ishmael tries to interpret the painting in the New Bedford bar. But it’s “The Doubloon” chapter near the end of the novel that shows us the pre-postmodern tricks Melville was up to. Pip, the black cabin boy, has gone mad, having fallen overboard and been rescued from the depths of the ocean. Though he has physically survived his near-drowning, he has been changed forever mentally. But in Chapter 99, “The Doubloon,” Melville shows us that Pip does make some sense if you know how to listen to him. Ahab has nailed a golden doubloon to the ship’s mast. It’s worth a fortune. The first man to spot Moby-Dick can have the coin. In this chapter, Ahab, Starbuck, Stubb, Flask, and other characters walk up to the doubloon, give their explanations of what the coin’s engraving means, and walk away. The explanations range from the astrological to the very practical (the coin is worth $16, which would buy 960 cigars). But it is Pip, who in his topsy-turvy mental state, truly sees what is going on. “I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look,” he says. “I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.” In other words, we all have a piece of the truth, and we all try to make sense of the world from our particular vantage point. This subjectivity is a hallmark of the postmodern enterprise. Now of course, Melville wasn’t a postmodernist. After all, Moby-Dick precedes the postmodern movement by more than a century. But maybe Melville was that far ahead of his contemporaries. Maybe he could see and embrace radical subjectivity – and maybe that it is a key reason why American readers thought Melville, like Pip, had lost his mind. When you look at Moby-Dick from all these angles, it’s hard not to appreciate and applaud Melville for his stunning achievement. Yes, the novel is hard to read. Yes, it’s long and dense. And yes, some of its lengthier passages are boring. But taken in its totality, it is a masterwork. Though Melville was immensely popular at the beginning of his writing career with the publication of several travelogues, he ultimately fell into utter obscurity. Deeply disappointed over the failure of American readers to embrace his more complex work, Melville quit writing by the end of the 1850s and spent the rest of his life working as a customs inspector in Manhattan. By 1876, all of his books were out of print, and near the end of his life, a New York newspaper – located just a few blocks from Melville’s residence – speculated about whether the now-minor figure in American literature was still alive! When Melville died in 1891, he was working on a new story, Billy Budd: Sailor. It would not be published until 1924. In all, Melville earned just over $10,000 for his writing during his lifetime. There’s so much more to say about Melville, about Moby-Dick, and about his other novels and short stories – but I’ll leave it there for now. Suffice it to say that Moby-Dick rewards careful reading. It’s not for the faint of heart or for those who like their fiction to be short and sweet. In fact, if you work up the courage to dive into this leviathan of a book, you may find it helpful to have Robert A. diCurcio’s chapter-by-chapter companion reader at your side. Titled “Nantucket’s Tried-Out Moby-Dick,” it’s available for free online. The novel itself is also available for free online, but for this hefty volume, you might be better off with a hard copy. Multiple editions are available, but I like the Modern Library edition. Finally, if you want to learn more about Melville’s life, check out Andrew Delbanco’s biography, Melville: His World and Work, or Hershel Parker’s famous two-volume biography. And when you have the time, indulge yourself in the rare treat of listening to more than 140 individuals as they read the novel’s 135 chapters and the epilogue. Titled “The Moby-Dick Big Read,” the project features such luminaries as Mary Oliver, Sir David Attenborough, Tony Kushner, and Benedict Cumberbatch. Each reading is accompanied by an original work of art that illustrates the chapter. What a great way to experience this American epic! Visit thestoryweb.com/mobydick for links to all these resources. Listen now as I read Chapter 3, “The Spouter Inn.” The chapter describes Ishmael’s attempts to understand the inn’s inscrutable painting and relates the tale of Ishmael and Queequeg’s night together in the inn. You can follow along with Chapter 3 at Project Gutenberg.   Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. On one side hung a very large oilpainting so thoroughly besmoked, and every way defaced, that in the unequal crosslights by which you viewed it, it was only by diligent study and a series of systematic visits to it, and careful inquiry of the neighbors, that you could any way arrive at an understanding of its purpose. Such unaccountable masses of shades and shadows, that at first you almost thought some ambitious young artist, in the time of the New England hags, had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched. But by dint of much and earnest contemplation, and oft repeated ponderings, and especially by throwing open the little window towards the back of the entry, you at last come to the conclusion that such an idea, however wild, might not be altogether unwarranted. But what most puzzled and confounded you was a long, limber, portentous, black mass of something hovering in the centre of the picture over three blue, dim, perpendicular lines floating in a nameless yeast. A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly, enough to drive a nervous man distracted. Yet was there a sort of indefinite, half-attained, unimaginable sublimity about it that fairly froze you to it, till you involuntarily took an oath with yourself to find out what that marvellous painting meant. Ever and anon a bright, but, alas, deceptive idea would dart you through.—It's the Black Sea in a midnight gale.—It's the unnatural combat of the four primal elements.—It's a blasted heath.—It's a Hyperborean winter scene.—It's the breaking-up of the icebound stream of Time. But at last all these fancies yielded to that one portentous something in the picture's midst. That once found out, and all the rest were plain. But stop; does it not bear a faint resemblance to a gigantic fish? even the great leviathan himself? In fact, the artist's design seemed this: a final theory of my own, partly based upon the aggregated opinions of many aged persons with whom I conversed upon the subject. The picture represents a Cape-Horner in a great hurricane; the half-foundered ship weltering there with its three dismantled masts alone visible; and an exasperated whale, purposing to spring clean over the craft, is in the enormous act of impaling himself upon the three mast-heads. The opposite wall of this entry was hung all over with a heathenish array of monstrous clubs and spears. Some were thickly set with glittering teeth resembling ivory saws; others were tufted with knots of human hair; and one was sickle-shaped, with a vast handle sweeping round like the segment made in the new-mown grass by a long-armed mower. You shuddered as you gazed, and wondered what monstrous cannibal and savage could ever have gone a death-harvesting with such a hacking, horrifying implement. Mixed with these were rusty old whaling lances and harpoons all broken and deformed. Some were storied weapons. With this once long lance, now wildly elbowed, fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset. And that harpoon—so like a corkscrew now—was flung in Javan seas, and run away with by a whale, years afterwards slain off the Cape of Blanco. The original iron entered nigh the tail, and, like a restless needle sojourning in the body of a man, travelled full forty feet, and at last was found imbedded in the hump. Crossing this dusky entry, and on through yon low-arched way—cut through what in old times must have been a great central chimney with fireplaces all round—you enter the public room. A still duskier place is this, with such low ponderous beams above, and such old wrinkled planks beneath, that you would almost fancy you trod some old craft's cockpits, especially of such a howling night, when this corner-anchored old ark rocked so furiously. On one side stood a long, low, shelf-like table covered with cracked glass cases, filled with dusty rarities gathered from this wide world's remotest nooks. Projecting from the further angle of the room stands a dark-looking den—the bar—a rude attempt at a right whale's head. Be that how it may, there stands the vast arched bone of the whale's jaw, so wide, a coach might almost drive beneath it. Within are shabby shelves, ranged round with old decanters, bottles, flasks; and in those jaws of swift destruction, like another cursed Jonah (by which name indeed they called him), bustles a little withered old man, who, for their money, dearly sells the sailors deliriums and death. Abominable are the tumblers into which he pours his poison. Though true cylinders without—within, the villanous green goggling glasses deceitfully tapered downwards to a cheating bottom. Parallel meridians rudely pecked into the glass, surround these footpads' goblets. Fill to this mark, and your charge is but a penny; to this a penny more; and so on to the full glass—the Cape Horn measure, which you may gulp down for a shilling. Upon entering the place I found a number of young seamen gathered about a table, examining by a dim light divers specimens of skrimshander. I sought the landlord, and telling him I desired to be accommodated with a room, received for answer that his house was full—not a bed unoccupied. "But avast," he added, tapping his forehead, "you haint no objections to sharing a harpooneer's blanket, have ye? I s'pose you are goin' a-whalin', so you'd better get used to that sort of thing." I told him that I never liked to sleep two in a bed; that if I should ever do so, it would depend upon who the harpooneer might be, and that if he (the landlord) really had no other place for me, and the harpooneer was not decidedly objectionable, why rather than wander further about a strange town on so bitter a night, I would put up with the half of any decent man's blanket. "I thought so. All right; take a seat. Supper?—you want supper? Supper'll be ready directly." I sat down on an old wooden settle, carved all over like a bench on the Battery. At one end a ruminating tar was still further adorning it with his jack-knife, stooping over and diligently working away at the space between his legs. He was trying his hand at a ship under full sail, but he didn't make much headway, I thought. At last some four or five of us were summoned to our meal in an adjoining room. It was cold as Iceland—no fire at all—the landlord said he couldn't afford it. Nothing but two dismal tallow candles, each in a winding sheet. We were fain to button up our monkey jackets, and hold to our lips cups of scalding tea with our half frozen fingers. But the fare was of the most substantial kind—not only meat and potatoes, but dumplings; good heavens! dumplings for supper! One young fellow in a green box coat, addressed himself to these dumplings in a most direful manner. "My boy," said the landlord, "you'll have the nightmare to a dead sartainty." "Landlord," I whispered, "that aint the harpooneer is it?" "Oh, no," said he, looking a sort of diabolically funny, "the harpooneer is a dark complexioned chap. He never eats dumplings, he don't—he eats nothing but steaks, and he likes 'em rare." "The devil he does," says I. "Where is that harpooneer? Is he here?" "He'll be here afore long," was the answer. I could not help it, but I began to feel suspicious of this "dark complexioned" harpooneer. At any rate, I made up my mind that if it so turned out that we should sleep together, he must undress and get into bed before I did. Supper over, the company went back to the bar-room, when, knowing not what else to do with myself, I resolved to spend the rest of the evening as a looker on. Presently a rioting noise was heard without. Starting up, the landlord cried, "That's the Grampus's crew. I seed her reported in the offing this morning; a three years' voyage, and a full ship. Hurrah, boys; now we'll have the latest news from the Feegees." A tramping of sea boots was heard in the entry; the door was flung open, and in rolled a wild set of mariners enough. Enveloped in their shaggy watch coats, and with their heads muffled in woollen comforters, all bedarned and ragged, and their beards stiff with icicles, they seemed an eruption of bears from Labrador. They had just landed from their boat, and this was the first house they entered. No wonder, then, that they made a straight wake for the whale's mouth—the bar—when the wrinkled little old Jonah, there officiating, soon poured them out brimmers all round. One complained of a bad cold in his head, upon which Jonah mixed him a pitch-like potion of gin and molasses, which he swore was a sovereign cure for all colds and catarrhs whatsoever, never mind of how long standing, or whether caught off the coast of Labrador, or on the weather side of an ice-island. The liquor soon mounted into their heads, as it generally does even with the arrantest topers newly landed from sea, and they began capering about most obstreperously. I observed, however, that one of them held somewhat aloof, and though he seemed desirous not to spoil the hilarity of his shipmates by his own sober face, yet upon the whole he refrained from making as much noise as the rest. This man interested me at once; and since the sea-gods had ordained that he should soon become my shipmate (though but a sleeping-partner one, so far as this narrative is concerned), I will here venture upon a little description of him. He stood full six feet in height, with noble shoulders, and a chest like a coffer-dam. I have seldom seen such brawn in a man. His face was deeply brown and burnt, making his white teeth dazzling by the contrast; while in the deep shadows of his eyes floated some reminiscences that did not seem to give him much joy. His voice at once announced that he was a Southerner, and from his fine stature, I thought he must be one of those tall mountaineers from the Alleghanian Ridge in Virginia. When the revelry of his companions had mounted to its height, this man slipped away unobserved, and I saw no more of him till he became my comrade on the sea. In a few minutes, however, he was missed by his shipmates, and being, it seems, for some reason a huge favourite with them, they raised a cry of "Bulkington! Bulkington! where's Bulkington?" and darted out of the house in pursuit of him. It was now about nine o'clock, and the room seeming almost supernaturally quiet after these orgies, I began to congratulate myself upon a little plan that had occurred to me just previous to the entrance of the seamen. No man prefers to sleep two in a bed. In fact, you would a good deal rather not sleep with your own brother. I don't know how it is, but people like to be private when they are sleeping. And when it comes to sleeping with an unknown stranger, in a strange inn, in a strange town, and that stranger a harpooneer, then your objections indefinitely multiply. Nor was there any earthly reason why I as a sailor should sleep two in a bed, more than anybody else; for sailors no more sleep two in a bed at sea, than bachelor Kings do ashore. To be sure they all sleep together in one apartment, but you have your own hammock, and cover yourself with your own blanket, and sleep in your own skin. The more I pondered over this harpooneer, the more I abominated the thought of sleeping with him. It was fair to presume that being a harpooneer, his linen or woollen, as the case might be, would not be of the tidiest, certainly none of the finest. I began to twitch all over. Besides, it was getting late, and my decent harpooneer ought to be home and going bedwards. Suppose now, he should tumble in upon me at midnight—how could I tell from what vile hole he had been coming? "Landlord! I've changed my mind about that harpooneer.—I shan't sleep with him. I'll try the bench here." "Just as you please; I'm sorry I can't spare ye a tablecloth for a mattress, and it's a plaguy rough board here"—feeling of the knots and notches. "But wait a bit, Skrimshander; I've got a carpenter's plane there in the bar—wait, I say, and I'll make ye snug enough." So saying he procured the plane; and with his old silk handkerchief first dusting the bench, vigorously set to planing away at my bed, the while grinning like an ape. The shavings flew right and left; till at last the plane-iron came bump against an indestructible knot. The landlord was near spraining his wrist, and I told him for heaven's sake to quit—the bed was soft enough to suit me, and I did not know how all the planing in the world could make eider down of a pine plank. So gathering up the shavings with another grin, and throwing them into the great stove in the middle of the room, he went about his business, and left me in a brown study. I now took the measure of the bench, and found that it was a foot too short; but that could be mended with a chair. But it was a foot too narrow, and the other bench in the room was about four inches higher than the planed one—so there was no yoking them. I then placed the first bench lengthwise along the only clear space against the wall, leaving a little interval between, for my back to settle down in. But I soon found that there came such a draught of cold air over me from under the sill of the window, that this plan would never do at all, especially as another current from the rickety door met the one from the window, and both together formed a series of small whirlwinds in the immediate vicinity of the spot where I had thought to spend the night. The devil fetch that harpooneer, thought I, but stop, couldn't I steal a march on him—bolt his door inside, and jump into his bed, not to be wakened by the most violent knockings? It seemed no bad idea; but upon second thoughts I dismissed it. For who could tell but what the next morning, so soon as I popped out of the room, the harpooneer might be standing in the entry, all ready to knock me down! Still, looking round me again, and seeing no possible chance of spending a sufferable night unless in some other person's bed, I began to think that after all I might be cherishing unwarrantable prejudices against this unknown harpooneer. Thinks I, I'll wait awhile; he must be dropping in before long. I'll have a good look at him then, and perhaps we may become jolly good bedfellows after all—there's no telling. But though the other boarders kept coming in by ones, twos, and threes, and going to bed, yet no sign of my harpooneer. "Landlord!" said I, "what sort of a chap is he—does he always keep such late hours?" It was now hard upon twelve o'clock. The landlord chuckled again with his lean chuckle, and seemed to be mightily tickled at something beyond my comprehension. "No," he answered, "generally he's an early bird—airley to bed and airley to rise—yes, he's the bird what catches the worm. But to-night he went out a peddling, you see, and I don't see what on airth keeps him so late, unless, may be, he can't sell his head." "Can't sell his head?—What sort of a bamboozingly story is this you are telling me?" getting into a towering rage. "Do you pretend to say, landlord, that this harpooneer is actually engaged this blessed Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, in peddling his head around this town?" "That's precisely it," said the landlord, "and I told him he couldn't sell it here, the market's overstocked." "With what?" shouted I. "With heads to be sure; ain't there too many heads in the world?" "I tell you what it is, landlord," said I quite calmly, "you'd better stop spinning that yarn to me—I'm not green." "May be not," taking out a stick and whittling a toothpick, "but I rayther guess you'll be done brown if that ere harpooneer hears you a slanderin' his head." "I'll break it for him," said I, now flying into a passion again at this unaccountable farrago of the landlord's. "It's broke a'ready," said he. "Broke," said I—"broke, do you mean?" "Sartain, and that's the very reason he can't sell it, I guess." "Landlord," said I, going up to him as cool as Mt. Hecla in a snow-storm—"landlord, stop whittling. You and I must understand one another, and that too without delay. I come to your house and want a bed; you tell me you can only give me half a one; that the other half belongs to a certain harpooneer. And about this harpooneer, whom I have not yet seen, you persist in telling me the most mystifying and exasperating stories tending to beget in me an uncomfortable feeling towards the man whom you design for my bedfellow—a sort of connexion, landlord, which is an intimate and confidential one in the highest degree. I now demand of you to speak out and tell me who and what this harpooneer is, and whether I shall be in all respects safe to spend the night with him. And in the first place, you will be so good as to unsay that story about selling his head, which if true I take to be good evidence that this harpooneer is stark mad, and I've no idea of sleeping with a madman; and you, sir, you I mean, landlord, you, sir, by trying to induce me to do so knowingly, would thereby render yourself liable to a criminal prosecution." "Wall," said the landlord, fetching a long breath, "that's a purty long sarmon for a chap that rips a little now and then. But be easy, be easy, this here harpooneer I have been tellin' you of has just arrived from the south seas, where he bought up a lot of 'balmed New Zealand heads (great curios, you know), and he's sold all on 'em but one, and that one he's trying to sell to-night, cause to-morrow's Sunday, and it would not do to be sellin' human heads about the streets when folks is goin' to churches. He wanted to, last Sunday, but I stopped him just as he was goin' out of the door with four heads strung on a string, for all the airth like a string of inions." This account cleared up the otherwise unaccountable mystery, and showed that the landlord, after all, had had no idea of fooling me—but at the same time what could I think of a harpooneer who stayed out of a Saturday night clean into the holy Sabbath, engaged in such a cannibal business as selling the heads of dead idolators? "Depend upon it, landlord, that harpooneer is a dangerous man." "He pays reg'lar," was the rejoinder. "But come, it's getting dreadful late, you had better be turning flukes—it's a nice bed; Sal and me slept in that ere bed the night we were spliced. There's plenty of room for two to kick about in that bed; it's an almighty big bed that. Why, afore we give it up, Sal used to put our Sam and little Johnny in the foot of it. But I got a dreaming and sprawling about one night, and somehow, Sam got pitched on the floor, and came near breaking his arm. Arter that, Sal said it wouldn't do. Come along here, I'll give ye a glim in a jiffy;" and so saying he lighted a candle and held it towards me, offering to lead the way. But I stood irresolute; when looking at a clock in the corner, he exclaimed "I vum it's Sunday—you won't see that harpooneer to-night; he's come to anchor somewhere—come along then; do come; won't ye come?" I considered the matter a moment, and then up stairs we went, and I was ushered into a small room, cold as a clam, and furnished, sure enough, with a prodigious bed, almost big enough indeed for any four harpooneers to sleep abreast. "There," said the landlord, placing the candle on a crazy old sea chest that did double duty as a wash-stand and centre table; "there, make yourself comfortable now, and good night to ye." I turned round from eyeing the bed, but he had disappeared. Folding back the counterpane, I stooped over the bed. Though none of the most elegant, it yet stood the scrutiny tolerably well. I then glanced round the room; and besides the bedstead and centre table, could see no other furniture belonging to the place, but a rude shelf, the four walls, and a papered fireboard representing a man striking a whale. Of things not properly belonging to the room, there was a hammock lashed up, and thrown upon the floor in one corner; also a large seaman's bag, containing the harpooneer's wardrobe, no doubt in lieu of a land trunk. Likewise, there was a parcel of outlandish bone fish hooks on the shelf over the fire-place, and a tall harpoon standing at the head of the bed. But what is this on the chest? I took it up, and held it close to the light, and felt it, and smelt it, and tried every way possible to arrive at some satisfactory conclusion concerning it. I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags something like the stained porcupine quills round an Indian moccasin. There was a hole or slit in the middle of this mat, as you see the same in South American ponchos. But could it be possible that any sober harpooneer would get into a door mat, and parade the streets of any Christian town in that sort of guise? I put it on, to try it, and it weighed me down like a hamper, being uncommonly shaggy and thick, and I thought a little damp, as though this mysterious harpooneer had been wearing it of a rainy day. I went up in it to a bit of glass stuck against the wall, and I never saw such a sight in my life. I tore myself out of it in such a hurry that I gave myself a kink in the neck. I sat down on the side of the bed, and commenced thinking about this head-peddling harpooneer, and his door mat. After thinking some time on the bed-side, I got up and took off my monkey jacket, and then stood in the middle of the room thinking. I then took off my coat, and thought a little more in my shirt sleeves. But beginning to feel very cold now, half undressed as I was, and remembering what the landlord said about the harpooneer's not coming home at all that night, it being so very late, I made no more ado, but jumped out of my pantaloons and boots, and then blowing out the light tumbled into bed, and commended myself to the care of heaven. Whether that mattress was stuffed with corn-cobs or broken crockery, there is no telling, but I rolled about a good deal, and could not sleep for a long time. At last I slid off into a light doze, and had pretty nearly made a good offing towards the land of Nod, when I heard a heavy footfall in the passage, and saw a glimmer of light come into the room from under the door. Lord save me, thinks I, that must be the harpooneer, the infernal head-peddler. But I lay perfectly still, and resolved not to say a word till spoken to. Holding a light in one hand, and that identical New Zealand head in the other, the stranger entered the room, and without looking towards the bed, placed his candle a good way off from me on the floor in one corner, and then began working away at the knotted cords of the large bag I before spoke of as being in the room. I was all eagerness to see his face, but he kept it averted for some time while employed in unlacing the bag's mouth. This accomplished, however, he turned round—when, good heavens! what a sight! Such a face! It was of a dark, purplish, yellow colour, here and there stuck over with large blackish looking squares. Yes, it's just as I thought, he's a terrible bedfellow; he's been in a fight, got dreadfully cut, and here he is, just from the surgeon. But at that moment he chanced to turn his face so towards the light, that I plainly saw they could not be sticking-plasters at all, those black squares on his cheeks. They were stains of some sort or other. At first I knew not what to make of this; but soon an inkling of the truth occurred to me. I remembered a story of a white man—a whaleman too—who, falling among the cannibals, had been tattooed by them. I concluded that this harpooneer, in the course of his distant voyages, must have met with a similar adventure. And what is it, thought I, after all! It's only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin. But then, what to make of his unearthly complexion, that part of it, I mean, lying round about, and completely independent of the squares of tattooing. To be sure, it might be nothing but a good coat of tropical tanning; but I never heard of a hot sun's tanning a white man into a purplish yellow one. However, I had never been in the South Seas; and perhaps the sun there produced these extraordinary effects upon the skin. Now, while all these ideas were passing through me like lightning, this harpooneer never noticed me at all. But, after some difficulty having opened his bag, he commenced fumbling in it, and presently pulled out a sort of tomahawk, and a seal-skin wallet with the hair on. Placing these on the old chest in the middle of the room, he then took the New Zealand head—a ghastly thing enough—and crammed it down into the bag. He now took off his hat—a new beaver hat—when I came nigh singing out with fresh surprise. There was no hair on his head—none to speak of at least—nothing but a small scalp-knot twisted up on his forehead. His bald purplish head now looked for all the world like a mildewed skull. Had not the stranger stood between me and the door, I would have bolted out of it quicker than ever I bolted a dinner. Even as it was, I thought something of slipping out of the window, but it was the second floor back. I am no coward, but what to make of this head-peddling purple rascal altogether passed my comprehension. Ignorance is the parent of fear, and being completely nonplussed and confounded about the stranger, I confess I was now as much afraid of him as if it was the devil himself who had thus broken into my room at the dead of night. In fact, I was so afraid of him that I was not game enough just then to address him, and demand a satisfactory answer concerning what seemed inexplicable in him. Meanwhile, he continued the business of undressing, and at last showed his chest and arms. As I live, these covered parts of him were checkered with the same squares as his face; his back, too, was all over the same dark squares; he seemed to have been in a Thirty Years' War, and just escaped from it with a sticking-plaster shirt. Still more, his very legs were marked, as if a parcel of dark green frogs were running up the trunks of young palms. It was now quite plain that he must be some abominable savage or other shipped aboard of a whaleman in the South Seas, and so landed in this Christian country. I quaked to think of it. A peddler of heads too—perhaps the heads of his own brothers. He might take a fancy to mine—heavens! look at that tomahawk! But there was no time for shuddering, for now the savage went about something that completely fascinated my attention, and convinced me that he must indeed be a heathen. Going to his heavy grego, or wrapall, or dreadnaught, which he had previously hung on a chair, he fumbled in the pockets, and produced at length a curious little deformed image with a hunch on its back, and exactly the colour of a three days' old Congo baby. Remembering the embalmed head, at first I almost thought that this black manikin was a real baby preserved in some similar manner. But seeing that it was not at all limber, and that it glistened a good deal like polished ebony, I concluded that it must be nothing but a wooden idol, which indeed it proved to be. For now the savage goes up to the empty fire-place, and removing the papered fire-board, sets up this little hunch-backed image, like a tenpin, between the andirons. The chimney jambs and all the bricks inside were very sooty, so that I thought this fire-place made a very appropriate little shrine or chapel for his Congo idol. I now screwed my eyes hard towards the half hidden image, feeling but ill at ease meantime—to see what was next to follow. First he takes about a double handful of shavings out of his grego pocket, and places them carefully before the idol; then laying a bit of ship biscuit on top and applying the flame from the lamp, he kindled the shavings into a sacrificial blaze. Presently, after many hasty snatches into the fire, and still hastier withdrawals of his fingers (whereby he seemed to be scorching them badly), he at last succeeded in drawing out the biscuit; then blowing off the heat and ashes a little, he made a polite offer of it to the little negro. But the little devil did not seem to fancy such dry sort of fare at all; he never moved his lips. All these strange antics were accompanied by still stranger guttural noises from the devotee, who seemed to be praying in a sing-song or else singing some pagan psalmody or other, during which his face twitched about in the most unnatural manner. At last extinguishing the fire, he took the idol up very unceremoniously, and bagged it again in his grego pocket as carelessly as if he were a sportsman bagging a dead woodcock. All these queer proceedings increased my uncomfortableness, and seeing him now exhibiting strong symptoms of concluding his business operations, and jumping into bed with me, I thought it was high time, now or never, before the light was put out, to break the spell in which I had so long been bound. But the interval I spent in deliberating what to say, was a fatal one. Taking up his tomahawk from the table, he examined the head of it for an instant, and then holding it to the light, with his mouth at the handle, he puffed out great clouds of tobacco smoke. The next moment the light was extinguished, and this wild cannibal, tomahawk between his teeth, sprang into bed with me. I sang out, I could not help it now; and giving a sudden grunt of astonishment he began feeling me. Stammering out something, I knew not what, I rolled away from him against the wall, and then conjured him, whoever or whatever he might be, to keep quiet, and let me get up and light the lamp again. But his guttural responses satisfied me at once that he but ill comprehended my meaning. "Who-e debel you?"—he at last said—"you no speak-e, dam-me, I kill-e." And so saying the lighted tomahawk began flourishing about me in the dark. "Landlord, for God's sake, Peter Coffin!" shouted I. "Landlord! Watch! Coffin! Angels! save me!" "Speak-e! tell-ee me who-ee be, or dam-me, I kill-e!" again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But thank heaven, at that moment the landlord came into the room light in hand, and leaping from the bed I ran up to him. "Don't be afraid now," said he, grinning again, "Queequeg here wouldn't harm a hair of your head." "Stop your grinning," shouted I, "and why didn't you tell me that that infernal harpooneer was a cannibal?" "I thought ye know'd it;—didn't I tell ye, he was a peddlin' heads around town?—but turn flukes again and go to sleep. Queequeg, look here—you sabbee me, I sabbee—you this man sleepe you—you sabbee?" "Me sabbee plenty"—grunted Queequeg, puffing away at his pipe and sitting up in bed. "You gettee in," he added, motioning to me with his tomahawk, and throwing the clothes to one side. He really did this in not only a civil but a really kind and charitable way. I stood looking at him a moment. For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal. What's all this fuss I have been making about, thought I to myself—the man's a human being just as I am: he has just as much reason to fear me, as I have to be afraid of him. Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. "Landlord," said I, "tell him to stash his tomahawk there, or pipe, or whatever you call it; tell him to stop smoking, in short, and I will turn in with him. But I don't fancy having a man smoking in bed with me. It's dangerous. Besides, I ain't insured." This being told to Queequeg, he at once complied, and again politely motioned me to get into bed—rolling over to one side as much as to say—"I won't touch a leg of ye." "Good night, landlord," said I, "you may go." I turned in, and never slept better in my life.