If You Squint With The Sun Behind You…

     …it does rather look like evidence of a decades-long, world-girdling conspiracy in motion, doesn’t it? But I wouldn’t want to sound like one of those “QAnon types,” so perhaps I should just present the evidence for my Gentle Readers’ assessment.

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1. Thou Shalt Not Mention The Evidence!

     I admire anyone who’s willing to brave the storms of racial propaganda and animosity…the storms coming from Negroes and Leftists, that is. One such intrepid commentator is Heather Mac Donald:

     Iconoclast Heather Mac Donald is not shy about sharing her opinion, and never has that been more apparent than at recent talk at UC Berkeley School of Law, during which the bestselling author staunchly defended the themes in her recent book “When Race Trumps Merit.”

     Mac Donald’s visit, hosted by the Federalist Society, prompted a protest consisting of about two dozen students in the audience who held signs such as “Black Lives Matter” and “Equity is beautiful” and asked pointed questions, including from one student who said he felt “assaulted” by her arguments.

     There it is right out in front of God and everybody: the “I feel unsafe!” cry from those who can’t bear to look at unpleasant facts. But let’s return to the article:

     “I just want to tell you right now that your book is racist, your arguments are racist. They are based in eugenics. They are based on ideas that black people and brown people can never compete with white and Asian counterparts,” one law student said during the Q&A, asking why anyone should take her work seriously when all she does is “peddle racist drivel.”

     Here’s the “law student” who made that statement:

     And here’s what Mac Donald actually said:

     “If I believe that blacks can never compete, I would say, yeah, we’ve got to lower standards, because that’s the only hope for getting diverse institutions. In fact, I believe that if we held … high expectations that blacks would successfully compete,” Mac Donald said.

     Is she right about that? I don’t think so myself, but who the BLEEP! am I to have an opinion? The “law student” in the photo above has an opinion, though; you can infer it from her “racist / eugenicist” statement. Do you think she wants Negroes to be held to the same standards as white and Asian students?

     Now, now, let’s not always see the same hands!

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2. The Day Care Business Must Not Be Lucrative Enough.

     Well, if you must supplement the proceeds this way:

     A kilogram of fentanyl was stored on top of children’s play mats used for napping at the New York City day care where a 1-year-old boy died from exposure to the drug, according to a new federal criminal complaint.
     […]
     Day care operator Grei Mendez and tenant Carlisto Acevedo Brito are now facing federal charges of narcotics possession with intent to distribute resulting in death and conspiracy to distribute narcotics resulting in death, according to federal prosecutors.
     In a case that’s “shocked the conscience of the city,” the defendants allegedly “poisoned four babies and killed one of them because they were running a drug operation from a day care center” in the Bronx, Damian Williams, U.S. Attorney for Southern District of New York, said at a news conference Tuesday.

     I wouldn’t worry too much about this incident, Gentle Reader. Cases that “shock the conscience of the city” seldom evoke changes to established ways, especially when the persons involved are Negro or Hispanic. Besides, it was only one kid that died. But tell me, please: do you put your children into a day care center? What sort of persons own and operate it, pray tell? Do you know anything about their after-hours activities, or their associates, or their criminal records?

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3. The Left Does Seem To Have A Problem With Kids, Though.

     Dave Blount has the story:

     Kamala Harris has been making herself useful to her party by going on the road to promote abortion:

Harris’ speech at North Carolina A&T University on Sept. 15 was part of her “Fight for Our Freedoms College Tour,” an effort to mobilize college students to vote and support the Democratic agenda on a variety of issues, including the expansion of abortion.

     Prolife students responded by gathering on the Greensboro campus to express opposition to killing unborn children.

     According to members of the group, they engaged in positive dialogue with students on campus. When the vice president’s speech was over, however, things got ugly.

     Moonbats stole signs from the prolifers.

     One young man can be seen taking the Students for Life group’s marker and sign and writing “BLM,” otherwise known as Black Lives Matter, on it. The crowd cheered as he raised the sign and danced around.

     This should help clarify matters for anyone unclear on whether pro-abortion militants are merely mistaken or malevolent:

     Two others can be seen on video holding up signs that say “F*** dem kids,” while the crowd is heard chanting the same.

     Sometimes, comment is unnecessary.

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4. A Great Light Dawns.

     The more sobersided commentators in the Right have refrained from calling a spade a spade when the implications of its spadehood are “extreme.” But as we totter ever nearer to an abyss from which there can be no recovery, even the most restrained of them are beginning to speak plainly:

     Why won’t Biden comply with the law and close the border? By adhering to his constitutional responsibility, he would end a massively unpopular policy that, as Secretary Braverman says, threatens the democratic legitimacy of his administration. So why is he so insistent on opening the doors to millions of illegal immigrants?

     I think there is only one plausible answer. I think that admitting tens of millions of illegal immigrants is a critically important part of the Democratic Party’s strategy for perpetuating its own power. There are several long-term tides that are running against the Democrats. Republicans have more children than Democrats do, and minorities that used to vote reliably Democrat are shifting toward the GOP. How can the Democrats retain their grip on power? By adding many millions of residents who, through pervasive voter fraud, will provide winning electoral margins. And their children will be able to vote legally.

     Out of my longstanding admiration for the author of that piece, I shall restrain myself from a snarky rejoinder. But it must be frankly said that every item of relevant evidence since the Usurpers took control of Washington has made it plain that one of their primary goals is to increase illegal immigration to the highest possible level:

  • They’ve halted the construction of the border wall.
  • They’ve sold the unused wall components to prevent their use.
  • They’ve relocated illegals into the interior of the country by bus and plane.
  • In an act of previously unimagined defiance, they’ve welded the gates in the border wall open.

     The only thing they haven’t done is kidnap foreign nationals from their home countries and fly them to the U.S. willy-nilly. And don’t bet the rent money that that’s not in their back pockets should their current machinations not suffice.

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5. In Closing.

     You don’t have to be Catholic to appreciate the penetration and eloquence of the writers who adorn The Catholic Thing. One such frequent contributor is John M. Grondelski:

     A Catholic philosopher might explain ressentiment through the prism of our orientation to the good. Because human beings are hardwired for the good, they even choose evil under the appearance of good. And because that hardwiring also structures the human mind, the person who persists in evil must redefine reality so that down is up, and evil is good. Ressentiment is very much the spiritual rebel’s philosophical response to “Did God really say. . . ?”

     Ressentiment also seems to have a parasitic relationship to nominalism, the belief that names are mere conventions. The ease with which ressentiment reshuffles the “labels” of a real order creates, especially for the woke, a new order of being. For example, abolishing the dreaded “gender binary” becomes absolutely compelling. It’s not just a “label.” It’s a mandatory new “value.”

     […]

     The diminution of religion from right to merely (or even primarily) interest tainted whatever it touched, so the exclusion of religion from public life was – at least to elites – desirable. It was, in fact, a degradation, as Shaw’s quotation shows: by leveling religion to a mere “interest,” one could then balance religious workers’ claims to Sabbath observance against the necessity of the atheist’s need for Sunday delivery of his vegan tofu ranchero wheatberry salad. Free exercise is clearly “a genuine threat to. . .businesses. . .[serving] diverse population[s].” Now we know the really important “interests.”

     Please read it all. You don’t have to be Catholic to appreciate Dr. Grondelski’s insight and force.

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     That’s all for today, Gentle Reader. I’ve just glanced fleetingly at my agenda, and I’m thinking seriously of taking a full-time job once again so I can get some rest. Whatever, be well.

Were You Called? How Did You Answer?

     The Parable of the Vineyard can be interpreted in several ways:

     Jesus told his disciples this parable:
     “The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out at dawn to hire laborers for his vineyard. After agreeing with them for the usual daily wage, he sent them into his vineyard.
     Going out about nine o’clock, the landowner saw others standing idle in the marketplace, and he said to them, ‘You too go into my vineyard, and I will give you what is just.’ So they went off.
     And he went out again around noon, and around three o’clock, and did likewise.
     Going out about five o’clock, the landowner found others standing around, and said to them, ‘Why do you stand here idle all day?’ They answered, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You too go into my vineyard.’
     When it was evening the owner of the vineyard said to his foreman, ‘Summon the laborers and give them their pay, beginning with the last and ending with the first.’
     When those who had started about five o’clock came, each received the usual daily wage. So when the first came, they thought that they would receive more, but each of them also got the usual wage. And on receiving it they grumbled against the landowner, saying, ‘These last ones worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us, who bore the day’s burden and the heat.’
     He said to one of them in reply, ‘My friend, I am not cheating you. Did you not agree with me for the usual daily wage? Take what is yours and go. What if I wish to give this last one the same as you? Or am I not free to do as I wish with my own money? Are you envious because I am generous?’
     Thus, the last will be first, and the first will be last.”

     [Matthew 20:1-16]

     That parable has been cited as a caution against envy, and also as a proclamation of the generosity of God. But there’s a third approach (at least!) that one seldom hears, and is just as valuable as the others.

     Each of the workers mentioned above was called to labor in the vineyard. There’s no mention of any who disdained the call…yet we may imagine that there were some who preferred to laze away the day rather than to stoop and sweat over someone else’s grape arbors. This has special force when we consider those whom the landlord approached earliest in the day. Were there any who dismissed that early summons? Did he “re-call” them at nine, or at noon, or at three, or at five? We don’t know; Jesus said nothing to that effect. Perhaps He did…but perhaps He didn’t.

     Human life is limited and uncertain. He who spurns the dawn call might never receive another. We are not given to know. To be certain of his “pay,” he who is called to the vineyard must answer affirmatively. He must not wave in dismissal and say, “Maybe later.”

     There’s a clear parallel with the Parable of the Virgins and the Bridegroom:

     Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom. And five of them were wise, and five were foolish. They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them: But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.
     While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out. But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.
     And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.
     Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us.
     But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.
     Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.

     You cannot be certain that you will be called more than once. Some are; some aren’t – and we cannot know why. To decline the first summons might be the end of your journey.

     And of course, those who are called and answer affirmatively must be prepared to labor. How? It will depend on your station in life and what gifts you possess. Are you energetic? Are you articulate? Are you a particularly empathetic and compassionate soul? Are you materially fortunate? About those things, only you can be certain.

     May God bless and keep you all.

Trustworthy Motives

     It’s all too often the case that one is tempted to do something he knows is wrong by a prospect for personal gain. Temptations of that sort are the most reliable for the evocation of evil. And of course, the larger the gain at stake, the stronger the temptation.

     In a column of great importance, Brownstone Institute founder Jeffrey Tucker asks a plaintive question about a stunning contemporary phenomenon: The Valorization Of The Tyrants:

     This is surely one of the strangest twists in official narratives in perhaps hundreds of years. The bad guys have been christened as the good guys, and the good guys have been purged, deplatformed, canceled, and demonized. It’s a turn of events none of us could have imagined back in 2020. It cries out for an explanation. I truly fear knowing the answer as to why.

     Tucker mentions in this connection the odious Jacinda Ardern, until recently the supremo of New Zealand, who ruled that nation with an iron fist under the pretext of the COVID-19 “pandemic.” She’s deeply unpopular with her former subjects, but since her fall from power she’s garnered two Harvard fellowships. Moreover, the media have swooned over her, despite her recent denunciation of freedom of speech as “a weapon of war:”

     Quoth Tucker:

     It’s not just Ardern. The whole tiny but global junta that imposed all these policies seemed to be enjoying a glorious send-off by the entire establishment, even though they have been 100 percent wrong about everything. Fauci’s successor is Fauci II, and same with Walensky’s successor at the CDC. And the media propagandists who for three years lied to the public about lockdowns, masks, school closures, and shots are now writing books that are calling people like me the bad guys!

     I almost cannot imagine that this has happened and I cannot fathom why.

     The Establishment’s ruling motivation seems plain enough: We must protect our own. The alternative is a wave of defections and the eruption of internal contests over who shall reign over whom. No Establishment can survive such internal discord. But the questions don’t end there.

     Why are the media seemingly in love with such persons as Ardern, Zelensky, Fauci, and deposed Twitter censor Yoel Roth? Aren’t those people the epitome of everything the media despise? Aren’t they enemies of media freedom? After all, they want to impose censorship – the antithesis of the media’s function. Surely the press would oppose that!

     Not so surely, Gentle Reader. Once again we collide with one of the unpleasant truths of existence: However passionate Smith may be about freedom for Smith, he cares not a fig for Jones’s freedom. Indeed, he may be passionately opposed to it, depending on what consequences he foresees.

     To those in the communications trades, the supreme value is access to information. Today, the information most highly valued by professional communicators is that which flows from governments and the officials thereof. Thus access to those agencies and individuals is the coin of the media realm. He who has such access is understandably jealous of it: he wants to preserve it, to maximize it, and if possible to deny it to his competitors. But his competitors have the same basic motivations.

     The Left has understood this far better than have we on the Right. They’ve pandered to the media so shamelessly as to make a hooker blush. And the media, flattered and seduced by that treatment, have responded by treating their officials and luminaries with extreme deference. Their watchword is Keep the access open. Continuing access guarantees continuing fodder for their publications.

     Both sets of motives – those of the tyrants and those of the reporters and commentators who fawn on them – are highly trustworthy. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine an incentive structure that would have more power. And it is likely to hold sway for as long as we permit the lowest of men and women – individuals that decent persons would cross the street to avoid – power over our lives and liberties.

The Giveaway Headline

     Sometimes, you really don’t need to read any further:

Late-Term Abortion: A Complex Moral Debate in America

     Among the most regular of motifs one can find in the contest over abortion is the contention that it’s “complex.” “A complex subject.” “A complex debate.” “Legally complex.” And each of those formulations has at least some measure of validity. But not this one: “A complex moral debate.”

     Morals are about right and wrong, no? The dividing line that separates what you may from what you mustn’t. That cannot be complex. A specific act is on one side or the other; it cannot be in both places at once.

     Pro-choicers who are “troubled” by late-term abortions have begun to feel a tickle from their consciences. The six-month-old fetus looks very much like what we’ll call him on the other side of the womb: a human baby. It’s not possible to convince oneself that he’s not a human being with a right to life merely because of where he currently resides. And with that, the conscience pangs begin.

     Pro-lifers are strong proponents of ultrasound imaging for that reason among others: Look at what you’re proposing to kill. Confront the reality. Once the mother-to-be has done so, how could she serenely contemplate snuffing him out before he can draw a breath?

     But we should not stop at the appearance alone. While most people have no serious interest in philosophical questions, there’s one that’s too germane to the abortion controversy to be waved aside: If he’s recognizably a baby today, what was he before this?

     The legal aspects of forbidding abortion after some point in gestation are complex, owing to Fourth Amendment-derived rules about bodily privacy and doctor-patient confidentiality. The morality of the matter is not – no matter on which side of the dividing line you prefer to put it.

A Musical Reminiscence

     The older I get, the more my thoughts are occupied by my past. That’s hardly unusual. Neither is it difficult to explain. After all, more of a septuagenarian’s life lies behind him than ahead of him, exceedingly unlikely advances in human longevity excepted. Besides, a man in his seventies hardly has the range of possibilities of a man in his twenties. Worse, the most attractive of the septuagenarian’s possibilities involve eating and sleeping.

     Well, anyway…as with most persons of my generation, my musical tastes were formed many years ago. I had a non-musical upbringing. My childhood home contained no music. That was probably for the best, as 78 RPM records weren’t exactly kind to the material recorded on them. My first significant exposure to music of any sort occurred when I acquired a bedroom radio.

     Whoo! What is this stuff? It’s catchy. It makes you want to move. After you’ve heard it a time or two, you find yourself singing or whistling it. More, more, more!

     During my teenage years I accumulated quite a lot of contemporary music in various formats. To the everlasting sorrow of many, I also learned to play the guitar. (In his novel Past Master, R. A. Lafferty describes the guitar thus:

     “For the love of Saint Jack, what are those, Paul?” Thomas asked in bewilderment. “Are those not the instruments described by Dante as played in the lowest Hell?”

     …and given the way it was played by such as myself back then, with considerable justice. But I digress.)

     And of course, as did most young persons of that time, I acquired favorites: artists and groups that pleased me so greatly that upon hearing that they’d released a new recording, I would rush pell-mell to the nearest music emporium – does anyone else remember Sam Goody? – squander my pittance upon it, and delight in it to the consternation of family and friends.

     Ah, the memories!

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     Time passes. Tastes change. (That was all the C.S.O. had to say when I broached this line of thought to her.) And sometimes, the discovery that one’s tastes have changed – perhaps even radically – can deliver a serious shock.

     Just recently I got hold of a record from long ago that I played obsessively when I first acquired it. I was thrilled to discover that it was available, and cheaply at that. So upon the instant of its arrival at the Fortress, I stuck it on the turntable, set the needle on the rim, and turned up the volume.

     And I was appalled.

     Omigod omigod omigod. I actually used to like this…music? What was wrong with me back then? What’s happened since then that cured me?

     I pulled the needle off the record, pulled the record off the turntable, shoved the disc into its liner, shoved the whole shebang into its alphabetically proper place in my collection, and sat to think.

     The recording was from a very popular group that was riding high at the time of its release. The record itself was immensely popular. (I think it went platinum.) I remember playing it quite a lot. I think I remember actually enjoying it.

     Well, tastes do change. And other recordings from that same group still please me greatly. Now I have to figure out whether the one in question was a “clinker” that I embraced simply because the group was one of my favorites, or whether there was some other, darker reason connected to…oh, God knows what.

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     A couple of months ago there was another incident of significance for a slightly different reason. I can’t say why – trust me, Gentle Reader: if I told you, I’d have to kill you – but a particular record from long ago entered my thoughts and refused to leave. The artist was one of the “new troubadours” of the early Seventies. The record in question was his first release, and became exceedingly popular. Indeed, you could hear young people singing snatches from it wherever young people might congregate.

     I was similarly enamored of that record, and eager to hear whatever else the artist might record. But for whatever reason, I was never able to get a copy of his second record. He did have one; I became aware of it soon after its release. But I never found it on the shelves at any store I might visit.

     Well, just recently I scored a copy of that second record, in MP3 format. I was so eager to hear what I’d been waiting for back then that I could not let a moment pass without queueing it up and sitting back to listen.

     The disappointment was total, yet I can’t say why. I still loved the predecessor record from that artist. But the second one fell flat, and I can’t articulate a reason for it. The songs were much like the earlier ones. The instrumentation was the same. The performances and quality of the recording were impeccable. But it did less than nothing for me. It bored me.

     And explanation came there none. I’m still groping for one.

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     Yes, tastes change. But some of the changes are well nigh impossible to explain. I still listen to a lot of the favorites of my youth, but not all of them. I’ve acquired new tastes as well, for music I dismissed fifty years ago.

     Perhaps better memories are attached to the old favorites I still enjoy. Or perhaps when I listen to them today, I somehow enter into the young titan who first loved them, whose deteriorating shell I inhabit. But there’s no way to know, without contriving a time machine and going back then. And if I could do that, why would I continue to sit here and natter on about all this?

     Well, it seems it’s time to take the legion of pills that sustain this old carcass. I hope there’s some decaf left with which to wash them down. So do have a nice day.

He Who Says “A” And Gets Away With It

     …will inspire others to say “B,” in search of the same privileges.

     Senator Robert Menendez (D, NJ) has been in ethical hot water for most of his time in public life. Perhaps, after so many close shaves, he thought himself invulnerable, but that might not prove to be the case this time around. The evidence of his corruption is varied and copious, and enfolds his wife and several associates in the same web:

     Democratic New Jersey Sen. Bob Menendez is being charged with bribery offenses in a federal indictment out of the Southern District of New York to be unsealed Friday, prosecutors announced.

     “Today, I’m announcing that my office has obtained a three count indictment charging Senator Robert Menendez, his wife, Nadine Menendez, and three New Jersey businessmen, Wael Hana, Jose Uribe and Fred Daibes for bribery offenses,” U.S. Attorney Damian Williams said at a press conference late Friday morning.

     NBC News 4 reported Monday that the FBI and IRS criminal investigators are attempting to determine if Menendez or his wife had taken up to $400,000 worth of gold bars from Fred Daibes, a New Jersey developer and former bank chairman, or his associates in a swap for Menendez reaching out to the Justice Department to aid the “admitted felon” accused of banking crimes.

     The unsealed indictment alleges that from at least 2018 through 2022, Menendez and his wife, Nadine Menendez, “engaged in a corrupt relationship” with Daibes, Wael Hana and Jose Uribe.

     Getting Menendez cut loose would open an escape hatch for all the others, which the Southern District of New York is anxious to avoid. However, for a United States Senator to go down hard at this time would endanger other high-ranking Democrats as well. No doubt the Usurper Regime is looking for a way out. Yet Menedez knows it would be chancy to wait upon the ingenuity and efficacy of the Biden White House.

     So Menendez has decided to play the race card:

     Now that black thugs and felons are getting wrist slaps, if anything, for major crimes, it’s time for a Latino to see if his race card will be accepted. It might work…but with the miasma of corruptions already swirling around the Democrats, and with Menendez’s record of barely eluding prison time in the past, the odds are difficult to compute.

     Of one thing we can be sure: should Menendez resign or be removed from office, his replacement will be another Democrat. In New Jersey, that means that “the show will go on,” for corruption has been so institutionalized there as to be of higher stature than the law itself. All else remains, in an acronym beloved of military specification writers, TBD.

Vacation over

And how to spot a passive-aggressive soy-boy bitch.

As to the vacation, well…. it was awesome. I did a total of about 3,500 miles, hitting up the Tour of Honor sites in Idaho and Oregon. I had to change my rear tire in Boise. I needed to replace my battery in Brookings, OR. I got to meet a reader of the blog, who had emailed me and lived in the general area I was going to ride through. We had a good breakfast and chatted for a bit as my tire was being changed. And since my travels took me down the Pacific Coast Highway, I went a little further and rode through Redwoods National Park. It was a great trip, and I’m looking forward to next year.

Now, how to spot a passive-aggressive soy-boy bitch. Well, when I left, I put up a post that said “Hey, I’ll be gone”. The soy-boy posted his comment there, so that’s clue number one. The second clue is that his sniveling little screed is a non-sequitur about how Idaho gets a bunch federal dollars. He links to a news article for some reason. That didn’t help whatever argument he was trying to make.

So here’s a clue for the passive-aggressive little soy boy bitch: The Federal Government claims more than 65% of all land in Idaho. When the Feds manage to get their claws out of Idaho, then Idaho will take over the maintenance of that property. We could do a far better job of managing that land than the clueless eco-freak snotbubbles that are running it from D.C. But as long as it’s claimed by the Feds, then they damn well better pay for the maintenance of it. Oh gosh, federal dollars are funding an ACTIVE DUTY MILITARY BASE in Idaho? Wow. I wonder who the soy-boy bitch thinks should be paying for that?

Oh, and the story that he linked to? It points out that more than half of the federal aid that Idaho receives goes to Medicaid. Now, for those who don’t yet know, once you start getting Social Security you’re forced onto Medicare part A and B, typically at age 65. If you don’t enroll, you don’t get your SS check. There are a few things that can push that enrollment off, but eventually you’re on Medicare whether you want to be or not.

So the majority of these federal dollars is going to fund a program that the federal government has made mandatory in order for you to get the money you paid in to Social Security. If the feds force you into something, then fuck yes they should be paying for it. How about the feds stop meddling in people’s lives? Could we try that again at some point? And then we wouldn’t need the feds or their Medicare dollars. But facts and inconvenient information don’t have any place in a passive-aggressive little soy-boy bitch’s life. It’s so much easier to hop onto someone else’s blog and vomit out a snarky little comment that he heard from someone else. And you know he’s just regurgitating crap. If he used logic and reason, he never would have left that comment.

And so in conclusion, we have a sighting of a passive-aggressive soy-boy bitch. I would say “in the wild”, but little bitches like that rarely live anywhere they can’t get their half-caf macchiato and avocado toast. Put them anywhere around a dirt road or states with Constitutional Carry and they tend to wet themselves. I don’t quite know what point the soy-boy bitch was trying to make, but he failed in every aspect.

Bah. I think the next time he posts I’ll just do a little creative editing to his comment. I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with soybois these days.

“As A Matter Of Principle”

     Fear not, Gentle Readers. I shan’t torture you with another long exposition on the real meaning of the word principle. Rather, I’d like to underscore an important aspect of the campaign to silence anyone who dissents from the Left-approved narrative.

     I don’t know much about Russell Brand. He’s described at Infogalactic as “an English comedian and actor.” His personal website describes him as “an award-winning comedian, actor, author, public thought leader, and a passionate activist for mental health and drug rehabilitation.” As a rule, I avoid persons who call themselves “activists” or “thought leaders” – I find them “vexatious to the spirit” – so in all probability I’d have gone to my grave knowing nothing about him if it hadn’t been for this development:

     The Sunday Times, a Rupert Murdoch publication in the U.K, published a hit piece against Russell Brand accusing him of rape and sexual assault 20-years ago. It did not take long before the accusations triggered the cancel culture and YouTube demonetized the actor and pundit. Russell Brand has vehemently denied the allegations.

     However, in a remarkable escalation the U.K Parliament is now targeting Russell Brand. The British government has sent a letter to U.S. video platform provider Rumble demanding they take action against Brand. Not only is the British government targeting an individual and demanding action over an unproven allegation, but they are also sending a letter to the U.S. company demanding acquiescence to their censorship demand.

     Apparently, Brand has said some things that disturb the Powers That Be in the United Kingdom. What did he say? I have no idea, and I’m not about to squander the precious seconds of my dwindling free time trying to find out. But until the most recent events, I’d have assumed that, like most “activists” and “thought leaders,” he was somewhere on the political Left. That’s where they’re thickest on the ground, at any rate.

     If Britain’s Parliament is cheesed off enough at Brand to seek to have his videos demonetized, whatever it was that he said must have gone against The Sacred Narrative in some fashion. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. YouTube has already demonetized Brand’s entire oeuvre. Now the British government wants Rumble, a friendly-to-free-expression competitor to YouTube, to do the same.

     Rumble, to my extreme pleasure, has told Parliament to shove it up their honorable asses. That’s as it should be. But it might not be the end of Russell Brand’s troubles.

     When 20-year-old rape allegations are filed against a man, he’s in the deepest of deep shit. Unless he’s videotaped his whole life and kept backups of everything, he can never disprove such allegations. Of course, neither can his accusers prove theirs, but that’s equally irrelevant. The point of the accusations is to provide a rationale for “cancelling” the accused. And as we can see, the tactic is a potent one.

     The cancelling tactic has served the Left so well that it’s come to feel invincible. Its dominance of the big Internet fora – Google, Facebook, YouTube – has resulted in a great reduction of conservative or libertarian opinion on those sites. The allegiance of the mainstream media makes possible campaigns of calumny that are too much for most targets to bear. And so we have arrived at the “mopping-up” phase of the Left’s campaign to stifle dissenting voices: the phase that says, by implication, that the big players are now firmly under their heel.

     I shan’t ask you if you’re troubled by this. If you’re not, you aren’t a regular Gentle Reader of Liberty’s Torch, so you wouldn’t even see the question. This isn’t so much an alarum as another data point on the curve that traces our subjugation. But it suggests that another anti-free-speech stroke might be in the works: this time, against Rumble.

     The point is “principle:” Dissidents must not be allowed any hope. The routes of escape must all be closed. At the conclusion, all will have bent the knee; all will have accepted the yoke; all will chant the Party’s slogans.

     Rand knew it would be that way:

     “Yes, I suppose I should explain,” said Dr. Ferris, “that we wish to get your signature early in the day in order to announce the fact on a national news broadcast. Although the gift program has gone through quite smoothly, there are still a few stubborn individualists left, who have failed to sign—small fry, really, whose patents are of no crucial value, but we cannot let them remain unbound; as a matter of principle, you understand. They are, we believe, waiting to follow your lead. You have a great popular following, Mr. Rearden, much greater than you suspected or knew how to use. Therefore, the announcement that you have signed will remove the last hopes of resistance and, by midnight, will bring in the last signatures, thus completing the program on schedule.”

     All rise for Flag salute. And do have a nice day.

The Chronicle of The DC, 22Sep23: Spurring Cancers

Because my children are genetically at higher risk to cancer than the general public, I view this as a personal attack on my family. I am grateful I’ve been aware of the DC’s machinations for so long that they grew up hearing about it from me.

When you, dear readers, feel the urge to wave off my efforts as “there he goes again,” imagine what it was like for my kids. OTOH, they appeared to take my warnings seriously. I sincerely hope you do too.

At The Djinn Mill

     [A short story for you today. I once asked a college class whether any of the students there had ever been interested in magic. One young woman raised her hand, somewhat timidly. I reassured her that there was no need to be embarrassed about it, for magic, if it really worked, would be a low-effort way to get or do a lot of things that take tremendous effort as matters stand. So also with the existence of djinni – “genies” in the American idiom. Such supernatural beings would make many things possible that aren’t today…but who’s to say whether they would be benevolently disposed towards us? — FWP]

***

     “Khalid!” I cried as he entered the Ajedrez. “I haven’t seen you in an eon. Come sit and hoist a couple with me.” I signaled to the bartender. “Two more Omnipotence Punches, please.” And of course they appeared instantly before us as Khalid squatted on the stool next to mine. He nodded thanks, immediately downed half of his drink, and set it back down looking morose.

     His appearance took me aback. Khalid is lauded among the djinni for his upbeat, can-do attitude – and what he can do in the way of frustrating a human wisher is legendary. Many a human whose wishes Khalid has granted exactly as stated has wished afterward, when thanks to his own avarice all was irretrievably lost, that he had never found Khalid’s lamp. I’d studied his greatest feats with a combination of worshipful admiration and hope that I might someday be half as ingenious.

     Yet here he was looking as if someone had hexed his houris.

     I laid a hand on his shoulder. “What’s troubling you, my friend and mentor?”

     He scowled, finished his drink, and signaled to the bartender for another. The empty glass vanished and a new, full one appeared in its place. The Ajedrez is famous for its customer service.

     “I’ve been defeated,” he grumped.

     “What? How?”

     “I had to grant a human three wishes and couldn’t outthink him on any of them!”

     I sat back, appalled. Khalid’s been beaten on one wish before—we all have—but on all three? Never before. Not him! It was news that shouldn’t be allowed to get around among the humans.

     It was plain that he needed to vent, so I said, very softly, “Would you like to talk about it?”

     “Like?” he said. “Gehenna, no. But I suppose I should. Especially if the way he outfoxed me should become common knowledge.” He turned and looked frankly at me. “What human characteristic do we exploit?”

     I shrugged. “Their greed, of course. Our power seems to promise them the sun, the moon, and the stars, at no cost and no effort.”

     He nodded. “So we encourage them to think big. Ask for whatever you’ve been lusting after. The huge fortune. The godlike body. The movie star lover. Then we exploit the margins they leave unspecified to frustrate them.”

     “It is our function in the scheme of things,” I said. “It teaches them moderation and realism—that their dreams are bigger than their pockets. What they think they want is something no one can have without consequences that render it worthless.”

     “Indeed,” he said. “And the three-wish format gives them just enough rope to hang them with their own avarice. That is the intention, at least.” Animation flooded into his face. “But this one…Najib, I couldn’t tempt him!”

     I couldn’t quite believe what I had heard. “You were found by a human who had no greed in him? None at all?”

     He nodded. “None that I could exploit within the conditions of the three wish system. Perhaps if I’d been able to offer him a fourth one…but that’s been forbidden ever since the invention of the antique brass oil lamp.”

     I waited in silence, desperate to hear everything, but I knew that Khalid had to tell the tale at his own pace. Presently he sipped at his second drink, set it down, and began.

     “When he rubbed my lamp and I saw him for the first time, I thought I’d bagged a prize,” he said. “You would have thought so, too. Short, painfully gaunt, and with a cleft palate. He could barely stand up straight, and when he did he only came up to my waist. His arms and legs were so spindly that they looked like a strong breeze might snap them. The cleft palate made him too unsightly for a woman to look on him with sincere affection, much less lust. From his appearance alone, I was certain he would be the greediest specimen I’d ever encountered! It took all my strength not to cackle over him.”

     Other djinni had noticed that Khalid was holding forth and had clustered around us to listen. I nodded and gestured that he should continue.

     “I told him about the three wishes. He barely reacted. He said he was satisfied with his existence, that he couldn’t think of a thing to wish for.” He chuckled. “I’ve heard disclaimers of that sort before, you know.”

     “As have I,” I said.

     He nodded. “Always before, it’s been a pose. Not this time.

     “So I told him that the three wishes could be saved for a later time, when he might perhaps think of something he wants but doesn’t have. He thought about it briefly,” Khalid said, “and the expression that bloomed on his face made me think that my moment had arrived. He said ‘No, I think I’d better use them at once.’

     “‘Very well, master,’ I said, “What is it that you wish?’

     “‘For my first wish,’ he said, ‘I wish that you relieve me of my tendency to pity myself for my lot in life, for I know self-pity to be a great fault in a man—but leave me unaltered in any other way.’

     “It took me aback,” Khalid said. “It was the first time anyone who found my lamp had wished for an improvement in his character. Humans rarely doubt their own characters. They’re constructed so that each will think himself the standard, the expression of all that is right and worthy. It surprised me so greatly that I granted his wish at once, without any distortion.

     “‘For my second wish,’ he said, ‘I wish that you relieve me of my tendency to envy others who are more fortunate than I, for envy is both a sin in itself and the mother of many other sins—but leave me unaltered in any other way.’”

     It was too much. I gasped in horror. A human incapable of envy? What could djinni and demons do with a race so formed? “Did you honor that wish?” I murmured.

     “I was compelled to do so,” Khalid said. “He had struck twice against his own defects, and had fenced his wishes with exactly the right formula to prevent me from doing him any harm. So I gave him what he had wished for, and said ‘And your third wish?’

     “‘May I give that to my mother?’ he said.

     “‘Sadly, you may not,’ I replied. ‘Your wishes are irrevocably yours, and cannot be transferred to another. Is there nothing else you would wish for?’

     “He lapsed into thought once more, and I became hopeful. He had frustrated me twice, but I was certain he could not do so a third time. So I waited, and after a few moments his expression brightened, and he said ‘Yes, I believe there is something more.’ I smiled and crossed my arms in our traditional fashion.

     “‘My mother is old,’ he said, ‘and has been much afflicted by chance. She is a widow, has little in this world, and only one child, who has always fallen short of her dreams: myself. If it is within your power, O djinn, would you please give my mother the son she has wished for all her life?’”

     The shock was almost unendurable. “Did the human know that we cannot create life, that we are restricted to altering that which is and nothing more?”

     Khalid shrugged. “I do not think so, Najib, but it does not matter. I had to grant his wish, and I did so. And before my eyes, he straightened, grew tall, became fit, trim, and handsome. A fine, straight specimen of young manhood. He could not believe what he had become through that third wish. He sang my praises most fulsomely and ran off to present himself to his mother as I vanished back into my lamp.”

     The djinni gathered around us moaned in sympathy.

     “Let us pray,” I said, “that this episode went unwitnessed, and that no tale of it will ever be told among humans or demons.”

     “If the Lord of All should deign to listen to the prayers of djinni,” he said.

     “Do you think so?” I said.

     “It is uncertain.” He finished his drink, nodded farewell, and left us behind to ponder and lament.

==<O>==

Copyright © 2020 Francis W. Porretto. All Rights Reserved Worldwide.

Conversations

     Haven’t had one of these in a while, have we?

CSO: Owww!
FWP: What’s the matter, Sweetie?
CSO:The water just got too hot, that’s all.

FWP: Well, then that was the wrong noise!
CSO: Hm?
FWP: “Owww!” is the wrong noise for too-hot water. You’re supposed to say “Aieee!”

CSO: Are you feeling all right?
FWP: Look, every kind of distress has its proper noise. If you took a mouthful of disgusting food, what noise would you make?
CSO: Probably “Eugghhh!”

FWP: That’s an entirely appropriate noise. You wouldn’t say “Owww!” would you?
CSO: (reaches for phone book)
FWP: What are you looking for?
CSO: A psychiatrist who makes house calls. Actually I think we’ll need two.

     And how is your morning going, Gentle Reader?

Remember This

     I’m going to start following David Strom:

     [Jacinda] Ardern wore out her welcome as New Zealand’s Prime Minister and abruptly resigned in January, and is staying far away from the New Zealand elections that are occurring next month. Her Xi-like approach to fighting COVID and the free flow of information made her a very unpopular figure in the country, and as with so many political leaders of the Left she has managed to fail upwards, bringing her failed policies and preferences to the rest of the world.

     After her resignation the transnational elite rushed to embrace her, showering her with prestigious positions including a sinecure at Harvard and memberships of Boards. And, of course, a prime speaking spot at the United Nations in which she warned that the world is at war and hence must fight misinformation.

     Because of course it is. The world is always at war. There is always a crisis. If wars and crises were the reason for shutting down freedoms there would never be any–and in fact, that is precisely the goal.

     There’s a wealth of insight in the above – and it’s only a snippet of an excellent column. I don’t have to quote Orwell this time. I have another fiction writer in mind, and the very first story for which he won the then-prestigious Hugo Award:

     EFFECTIVE 15 JULY 2389, 12:00:00 midnight, the office of the Master Timekeeper will require all citizens to submit their time-cards and cardioplates for processing. In accordance with Statute 5557-SGH-999 governing the revocation of time per capita, all cardioplates will be keyed to the individual holder and–

     What they had done was devise a method of curtailing the amount of life a person could have. If he was ten minutes late, he lost ten minutes of his life. An hour was proportionately worth more revocation. If someone was consistently tardy, he might find himself, on a Sunday night, receiving a communique from the Master Timekeeper that his time had run out, and he would be “turned off” at high noon on Monday, please straighten your affairs, sir.

     And so, by this simple scientific expedient (utilizing a scientific process held dearly secret by the Ticktockman’s office) the system was maintained. It was the only expedient thing to do. It was, after all, patriotic. The schedules had to be met. After all, there was a war on!

     But wasn’t there always?

     [Harlan Ellison, “‘Repent, Harlequin!’ Said the Ticktockman”]

     War is, of course, the ultimate in crises. In wartime, the State can “justify” anything, all the way to seizing you bodily, thrusting you onto the front lines…and executing you for “desertion” should you elect to abdicate the role of cannon fodder. Never forget that. Never forget what Randolph Bourne said, either:

“War is the health of the State.”

     Why else would politicians and their flacksters strain to speak of the current “crisis” – almost always something brought about by governments in the first place – as a “war?” “War on Poverty.” “War on Drugs.” “War on Terror.” Jimmy Carter’s characterization of the “energy crisis” – again, entirely an artifact of governments – as “the moral equivalent of war.” And of course today we have the War on Climate Change. Watch for it at a theater near you!

     When will the mighty “We” realize that this con job called “government” has gone on long enough?

A Matter Of Units And Standards

     When it comes to individuals’ Constitutionally guaranteed rights, the lines are sharp and clear. The understanding of a right would not be possible otherwise, for a right divides the universe of actions into permissible and impermissible. Thus, it’s always possible to know when an individual’s right to his life, his liberty, or his honestly acquired property has been violated. In the third case we can usually measure the size of the violation as well, in units of dollars and cents.

     Time was, laws that did not have this “bright line” property were deemed unconstitutional. It was considered an obligation of those who make the laws to make them clear enough that the average citizen could know with high confidence whether his actions are in accord with them, and whether something he’s contemplating would violate them. Plainly, there’s been a slippage in the practice of lawmaking. You can usually detect it in the occurrence of the phrase “reasonable and proper.”

     Things have gotten worse as the ambitions of the political elite have expanded.

***

     Joy Pullman informs us:

     On Sept. 14, the Department of Justice (DOJ) made an emergency Supreme Court appeal to avoid lower court injunctions preventing the White House and federal agencies including the FBI from telling internet speech monopolies which keywords, posts, and accounts to suffocate. The court granted the appeal the same day, pausing lower-court injunctions stopping the federal government from holding a gun to internet monopolies’ heads to tell them what ideas to choke from the online public square.

     The Biden administration didn’t contest any of the more than 20,000 pages of court documents showing essentially every major federal agency pressuring social media monopolies to take down ideas powerful Democrats don’t like or face federal lawsuits, investigations, and the removal of their monopoly powers.

     Instead, it argued that obeying the First Amendment “imposed unprecedented limits on the ability of the President’s closest aides to use the bully pulpit to address matters of public concern, on the FBI’s ability to address threats to the Nation’s security, and on the CDC’s ability to relay public health information at platforms’ request.”

     So the Regime is claiming, quite baldly, that violations of the First Amendment’s guarantee of freedom of speech are required for the sake of “national security.” The claim isn’t that there’s any ambiguity to what’s being done; the Regime concedes that it’s violating the right to freedom of expression. Indeed, it’s demanding that a claim of “national security” trumps the right to speak freely. But that raises certain questions:

  1. What is “national security?”
  2. Is it measurable? If so, by what means and in what units?
  3. What statements and categories of statements affect “national security,” whether positively or negatively?
  4. Is any increment or decrement to “national security,” however slight, a justification for violating an individual’s right to speak freely?
  5. Since the violation of an individual’s rights by a private party is legally actionable, what, then, should occur when a government official or functionary violates an individual’s rights to the detriment of “national security?”

     No, I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for the answers. Keeping the whole thing undefined and undefinable is key to the aspirations of the political class. As matters stand, any sufficiently highly placed federal official or functionary can justify anything, including any violation of any right possessed by anyone, simply by invoking “national security.” It’s a blank check for unlimited and absolute power.

     That such a thing is honored in the law is an obscenity. That people who may reasonably be expected to know what a right is, how it differs from a privilege or a permission, nevertheless go forward to commit rights violations with perfect legal immunity is a condemnation. That We the Formerly Free have not risen up against it testifies to how propagandized, and how thoroughly cowed, we have been.

     The federal government spends nearly $1 trillion per year on national defense. Somehow, the total never decreases, even after major military triumphs and the collapses of America’s enemies. It goes up year after year. And since 1947, the dollars-and-cents expenditures have been accompanied by violations of individuals’ rights.

     When will the exactions rise too high to be borne any longer? When will the State “break the bank?”

***

     Some years ago, I wrote:

     Do you want your freedom back? Do you want to feel reasonably safe from “your” government? Voting every two or four years ain’t gonna do it, people. It will take actual resistance to the tyrants by persons brave enough to do so – and staunch support of those brave ones, political, legal, financial, and moral, by the rest of us.

     I know, I know: Who bells the cat? It’s the old question, the one we use to paralyze ourselves. It’s more effective than ever. The State in our time can target individuals with frightening accuracy, and can bring overwhelming power to bear against them, as David French has told us. The Redcoats didn’t even have rifled barrels on their muskets.

     Is there a Patrick Henry in the house?

     Never mind. Forget I said anything. I’m just an old man who claims to remember what it was like to be free. We didn’t even have color TVs back then, so how good could it have been, really?

     All rise for Flag salute. Here are your internal passport, your work permit, and your ration card. Now sit down and pay attention to the political officer. He’s here to serve!

     I repeat those questions today.

     Please see also this fundamental essay on “national defense” and “national security.” Its final question remains as relevant today as ever.

A Lost Battle

     Once power-worshippers get into power, they will bend their fullest efforts to remaining there. And with command of the engines of state, they have a pretty good chance of getting their way.

     You don’t think so? You believe a “democracy” will correct for such things? That “the people,” bless their shriveled little hearts, will realize what’s being done to them and “vote the rascals out?” Well, Gentle Reader, the historical record isn’t terribly reassuring about that. The power-worshippers don’t just have the upper hand over us for the moment; the evidence says they’ve learned from their earlier mistakes.

***

     Unfettered freedom of expression and the franchise were once the Left’s sacred cows. But like most sacred cows, should they become troublesome, the people in power will gut, clean, and dress them for barbecue.

     We needn’t dwell on what’s happened to the mainstream media. They’re so completely in the Left’s thrall that their slightest hint of deviation becomes a cause celebre on the Right. The emergence of the huge “social media” brought about the collapse of blogging, which once knew millions of participants, and gave the Left a corral for dissidents from their prescriptions. Their grip appears too firm to counter at this point. What remains of free expression comes from mavericks such as the ones who write here.

     The last hill to conquer is the franchise…and it appears that that hill has been taken. Consider this development:

     Mind you, in all probability fewer than half the illegal aliens in Pennsylvania will actually cast a vote, or have any intention of doing so. But the more people there are on the voters’ rolls, the more fraudulent ballots can be submitted for counting when the elections arrive. In Democrat land, more registrants equals more votes even if no voter actually casts them, .

     Measures to combat vote fraud are anathema to the Left. Their resistance to all such strokes – photo ID; elimination of hackable electronic voting machines; supervised ballot counting; outlawing of ballot harvesting; purging the dead and non-voters from the rolls – has been prodigious, and usually successful. The results, especially in Democrat bastions, speak for themselves. Many districts reported voter participation levels of over 100%. Despite there being fewer than 140 million registered voters in 2020, 155 million votes were counted in that balloting.

     Yet good people – smart people! – maintain that the system can be fixed:

     Indeed they do, but the REAL cure is simpler even than that: ditch ALL electronic voting machines and return to paper ballots, hand counted in full, unobstructed view of official representatives from all and every political party with candidates running for office. Contra Simplicius’ first ‘graph above*, if that means We Duh Peepul must wait for the results a little longer than we’ve become accustomed to because hand-counting all those hard-copy ballots takes a little more time, well, so be it then.

     The essential point to be made here, I think, is that the count does not stop until all the (legitimate) votes are tallied. No self-evidently shady “pauses” after the polling places have closed because the toilet down the hall has sprung a minor leak, followed by a wee-hours stealth-resumption while no one is looking. You cast your vote on Election Day, on paper, dip your thumb into a jug of indelible purple ink ø Iraq, and then the votes are counted publicly, openly, without the kind of manipulation and mucking about we bore supine witness to in 2020. Period fucking dot, end of fucking story, problem fucking solved.

     And if the voters’ rolls are filled with the names of dead people and illegal aliens, and the ballots don’t bear the names of those who cast them, and the ballot counters are resolved to report a predetermined result? What then? Is it really possible to get all these correctives in place, to verify that they’re operating as intended, and thus to assure ourselves that our elections are once again trustworthy?

     Here, the implausibility is sufficiently strong to border closely upon impossibility. The system is in the hands of men who will make, change, and disregard the rules whenever it suits them.

     Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

***

     If I’ve been sounding more weary and downhearted than usual, it’s because both those things are true. The electoral machinery has been captured and no longer deserves our trust. The media will defend it a outrance. The men in power will seek out and destroy anyone who raises a sufficiently loud, large clamor over it. Ask Catherine Engelbrecht.

     The only form of “democracy” left to us is Irish democracy: as much resistance to the men in power as we can muster without incurring bloodshed.

     Irish Democracy is when the populace simply doesn’t cooperate with the agenda. Sometimes there is active sabotage, sometimes surreptitious monkey-wrenching, sometimes foot-dragging and sometimes outright noncompliance. Sometimes it’s all of those at once.

     Right now, we are seeing some of that in response to vaccine mandates, mask rules and various other forms of population control that have been adopted since the pandemic struck. Go almost anywhere with a mask mandate, and you will see some people not wearing masks at all, daring anyone to do anything about it (often, they don’t).

     And really, what would be more appropriate? Our system of self-government has been transformed into an illusion, never again to be real. So why not turn the “power of the powerful” into an illusion as well? Is it not in any case a consummation devoutly to be wished? Do we really owe these clowns our willing allegiance and obedience?

     Have a nice day.

A Thought-Provoking Statement

     Vaclav Havel provides one, via Professor Randall Smith:

     [W]hen it comes to ideology, I prefer to turn to someone who spent a lot of time living with it and opposing it: poet and one-time president of the Czech Republic, Václav Havel. “Ideology,” wrote Havel, “is a specious way of relating to the world. It offers human beings the illusion of an identity, of dignity, and of morality while making it easier for them to part with them.”
     Thus, the only way to oppose ideology, thought Havel, was “living in the truth”: refusing to participate in the culture of lies. His famous example is the greengrocer who, if he refuses to put the “Workers of the World Unite” sign in his shop window, gets in trouble with the communist authorities, even though he is one of the workers that the “workers’ party” is supposed to be protecting!

     In rejecting “ideology,” Havel was referring to the poisonous political creed of socialism that largely ruined Eastern Europe after the Soviet takeover, and by implication the “wholly different” creed of fascism that set itself up as socialism’s opponent. The Gentle Readers of Liberty’s Torch are assumed to know that those two creeds were really one poison with two slightly different flavorings. But what’s really interesting here is Havel’s counterposition of truth as the antidote to such toxins.

***

     Back when we were all still swinging from the trees, I wrote:

     Truth is an evaluation: a judgment that some proposition corresponds to objective reality sufficiently for men to rely upon it. The weakening of the concept of truth cuts an opening through which baldly counterfactual propositions can be thrust into serious discourse. Smith might say that proposition X is disprovable, or that it contradicts common observations of the world; Jones counters that X suits him fine, for he has dismissed the disprovers as “partisan” and prefers his own observations to those of Smith. Unless the two agree on standards for relevant evidence, pertinent reasoning, and common verification — in other words, standards for what can be accepted as sufficiently true — their argument over X will never end.

     An interest group that has “put its back against the wall” as regards its central interest, and is unwilling to concede the battle regardless of the evidence and logic raised against its claims, will obfuscate, attack the motives of its opponents, and attempt to misdirect their attention with irrelevancies. When all of these have failed, its last-ditch defense is to attack the concept of truth. Once that has been undermined, the group can’t be defeated. It can stay on the ideological battlefield indefinitely, preserving the possibility of victory through attrition or fatigue among its opponents.

     I’ve cited those two paragraphs many times. They’re fundamental to any attempt to understand anything. While the subject of the cited essay was politics, the core of the matter remains the willingness to perceive and the determination to respect facts.

     In the political realm, an ideology is a bundle of propositions about what sort of policies will lead to a certain desired state. The desired state may be anything you can imagine: freedom, equality, national greatness, universal prosperity, Lebensraum, what have you. Some ideologies promote more than one such value, but it’s typical for an ideology to make one value supreme.

     One who is concerned with fidelity to the facts will usually avoid disputing the value or the supremacy of the supreme value. He’s right to do so; arguing values with an ideologue is a quick route to madness. Rather, he’ll ask: “These propositions upon which your ideology is based: are they all true?

     Rare is the ideology that can withstand such an examination.

***

     The combination of observable facts with the perception of developments over time leads to propositions about cause and effect. If united to some value, a bundle of such propositions can morph into an ideology. But for that ideology to be valid – i.e., to have value to those who accept the supremacy of the value it promotes – it must have two properties:

  1. It must concede its domain of application to be limited;
  2. The propositions it comprises must be true everywhere within that domain.

     Note that, as in the previous segment, I avoid any debate over the value itself. An ideology that holds the extinction of Mankind as its supreme value might, despite one’s revulsion toward it, be fact-based and valid. That doesn’t mean that anyone is required to embrace it.

     Therefore, the only validity test to which an ideology can meaningfully be subjected is whether cleaving to its propositions truly would bring about the supreme value. “If we were to accept your policy prescriptions,” the logician asks the ideologue, “would that bring about the state you value most?” Of course, the ideologue will somewhat indignantly reply “Of course it would!” But the follow-up question is the one that really matters: “Are you willing to accept factual evidence that testifies to the contrary?”

     The test applies to any proposed policies, regardless of what value they claim to seek. “Are these propositions true? Have they been tried? Did they work? If not, why not – and does that invalidate any of your proposed policies?”

     Such is the state of discourse in our time that those questions are usually asked from a safe distance.

***

     “Live not by lies” runs the slogan. It’s a good one. (It’s also the title of a pretty good book.) One who, when faced by an ideologist, insists upon knowing what the facts are, cannot be easily deceived. The ideologist who attempts to conceal the facts dooms himself and his ideology, in the long term at the very least. Herein lies the essence of Vaclav Havel’s insistence on “living in the truth.”

     Which is why for political discourse to regain its worth, its “current edition” must be flushed away and replaced with an emphasis on facts, experience, and truth.

Be Careful What You Ask For

     You might get it:

     I feel for him. Don’t you?

Commitment

You don’t really need to find out
What’s going on
You don’t really want to know
Just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Keep your dirty laundry

[Don Henley]

     I don’t generally watch long videos, and the one below is over 25 minutes. But I watched it from end to end. I didn’t look away for a moment. If you watch it, you’ll see why:

     I’d say the looming prospect of a full-scale nuclear war is important enough to spend 25 minutes watching a video, wouldn’t you? Of course, being in a first-strike target zone will sharpen one’s answer. But even persons far distant from military installations, and therefore unlikely to be part of a counterforce targeting pattern, should take at least some interest in the subject.

     No, this isn’t about preparing for Armageddon. It’s about what’s bringing the prospect ever nearer.

***

     First, here’s something I wrote a long time ago. It first appeared at Eternity Road in September of 2003:

     Deterrence fails when your opponent is willing to be severely damaged or destroyed if he can first inflict even a far smaller amount of damage on you. At that point, what matters is your own tolerance for death and destruction.

     I mulled this over at some length a few months ago, going all the way back to the classics of strategic thinking and conflict resolution — Thomas Schelling; Herman Kahn; Albert and Rebecca Wohlstetter; Bernard Brodie; Donald Brennan; even John von Neumann and Oskar Morgenstern. To a man, they shared an invisible assumption that limited their theory, the theory undergirding MAD and every other warfighting doctrine of the Industrial Age: they assumed that there was a maximum price the opponent was willing to pay for victory.

     With some sorts of people, countries and “civilizations,” this assumption does not hold. We have seen this demonstrated by repeated suicide bombings in Israel and by Black Tuesday here in the United States.

     Because we have strong, highly constraining views of the value of human life plus a desire to keep on living it — in other words, because there is a maximum price we’d be willing to pay to impose our will on another country — we cannot abide the possibility that a group of madmen willing to die for their cause (and take a whole country with them) might get hold of a weapon of mass destruction and the means to deliver it to our soil. In our hands, it would be just another card to play against an enemy. In the hands of a true fanatic – one who is willing that he and all he values shall be destroyed if only he can inflict harm on his enemy – it would be the Ace of Trumps, not because we couldn’t match it manyfold, but because of our far greater sensitivity to death and destruction, at every level.

     Some of the above remains true…but perhaps not all of it.

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     The cleavage between ordinary Americans and the political Establishment has grown wider as time has passed. You might make a good case that there was no Establishment, as such, before the elections of 1896. However, that watershed year saw the open emergence of the enduring political “machine,” which by virtue of its organization, funding, and commitment is capable of contriving dominance over the political party from which it sprang. Such machines became the Establishments of the two major parties.

     These past thirty-five years – I date it from the elevation of George H. W. Bush to the presidency – those party Establishments have coalesced into a national Establishment that holds to Orwell’s observation about such things:

The aim of the High is to remain where they are.

     That unified Establishment works to retain its grip on political power, especially at the federal level, and to exclude from the corridors of power anyone who doesn’t share the Establishment’s aims. When a maverick slips through the barriers – both Ronald Reagan and Donald Trump were such – Establishment loyalists immediately encyst him in layers of delay and misdirection. The overriding necessity at that point is to keep him from rocking the Established order beyond what would be recoverable after he’s been purged. An old observation from Oklahoma Senator David L. Boren is much to the point:

     Boren, formerly a state legislator and governor, went to Washington expecting to make some changes. “What impressed me most is the great power of the bureaucracy compared to that of elected officials. All the talk about growing control by the bureaucracy is not exaggerated. The shift in power is very real…. There is almost a contempt for elected officials.”…

     Senator Boren found, to his surprise, that a Senator has great difficulty even getting phone calls returned by the “permanent” employees, much less getting responsive answers to his questions.

     The voters can’t “throw the rascals out” anymore, because the main rascals are not elected but appointed….

     Regulatory bureaucrats have extra power because they can outlast the elected officials. “Often,” Boren explains, “I’ve said to a bureaucrat, ‘You know this is not the president’s policy.’

     “True, Senator, but we were here before he came, and we’ll be here after he leaves. We’re not in sympathy with his policy. We’ll study the matter until he leaves.’”

     [Armington and Ellis, MORE: The Rediscovery of American Common Sense.]

     Thus is Establishmentarian dominance maintained. Yet even if you’re in sympathy with most of the Establishment’s aims – if you’re a member, you’d jolly well better be – you might not approve of all of them, nor of the price that might be demanded for their pursuit.

***

     In the Tucker Carlson video embedded above, Colonel Douglas MacGregor advances several quite disturbing theses. The most terrifying of these is that the officials that dominate Washington today are so committed to a Ukrainian victory against Russia that they’re willing to countenance unlimited American participation in the conflict: all the way to threatening to use nuclear weapons.

     But the threat might trigger Russia to respond with a full-scale nuclear strike against NATO and the United States. If the roles were reversed, that would probably be the American reaction. For a long time it was our strategic doctrine that when it comes to weapons of mass destruction, the threat is equivalent to the use. That might still be the case; I’ve been out of touch with such things for a while.

     A nuclear exchange with Russia, owner of the world’s largest stock of such weapons, would mean the end of the United States as we know it. Therefore we must evaluate the probabilities. Given the reluctance of our ruling elite to admit defeat, my evaluation is a bleak one. So the question of the hour is whether our own war hawks, the officials who have the political altitude to commit the U.S. to such a course, can be deterred from doing so.

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     The forces that are capable of deterring a power are those that possess a credible capability of inflicting unacceptable damage on that power. That’s what to deter means, after all: to inhibit through fear. But what does our Establishment fear above all other things?

     For some people, their greatest fear is of physical pain, mutilation, or death. For others, it’s the fear of being forced to betray their highest ideals. And for still others, the supreme fear is that of losing their perches: the power, prestige, and perquisites of office.

     In a more blatant oligarchy – i.e., one that no longer maintains the fiction of the consent of the governed – the fear of being pulled down includes the fear of what would happen next. That’s seldom pretty:

     Historically, whenever some troublemaker had roused the rabble to a greater pitch than the Establishment of that time and place could tolerate, it had disposed of him with no compunction and extreme prejudice. There were parts of the world where that was still the inevitable price of rising to power—places where a dismissal from high office was always administered with high-velocity lead. Power seekers in such lands arrived in their palaces with their death warrants already signed and sealed; they merely awaited delivery.

     Whether that’s uppermost in the minds of our high federal officials is unclear. If it is, would that increase their commitment to a Ukrainian victory over Russia, or decrease it? More baldly: Would our Establishment rather play nuclear chicken with Russia than admit defeat in Ukraine? Is the Usurper Regime’s fear of the consequences to itself of losing in Ukraine greater than its fear of a nuclear exchange?

     Theorists have argued that a counterforce first strike against the U.S. would not target Washington. The aim of such a strike is to disarm the targeted power, putting it in an untenable position for the continuation of hostilities and therefore willing to admit defeat. But that notion, like all the rest of deterrence theory, is founded on the premise that the target nation is deterrable: i.e., that there is some maximum price its rulers are willing to pay for what they seek.

     Are men who’ve cheated their way to power, whose felonies and duplicities are even now being exposed to the public eye, and who have good reason to fear the public’s wrath, deterrable? Or is their commitment to themselves and their power great enough to embroil the world in a nuclear war, so that the rest of us would go down with them?

     Pray.

Marriage And The Loneliness Epidemic

     There have been some articles and videos on “male loneliness” recently that have struck a chord with me. (Yes, I’m male; don’t let the androgynous first name fool you.) I sense that the problem is both real and extensive. I’ve known men of all ages who suffer from it. And while there are some exceptions, it seems that the great majority of the sufferers are unmated.

     Marriage, be it said at once, is not an infallible remedy for loneliness. Spouses often see less of one another, de facto, than they did before they married. But assuming the marriage to have been well founded – i.e., predicated on more than a shared love of ice hockey or pepperoni pizza – it is capable of assuaging loneliness to some degree.

     Now factor in the decline among men of any interest in the opposite sex. The portents are grave for many reasons, but protracted male loneliness is surely among them.

     For a long time, it was marriage, no other event, that signaled the entrance of a man into adult society. By marrying he’d accepted adult responsibilities: the care and feeding of a wife; the rearing of children; the maintenance of a family, its home, and its place in a larger community. Indeed, one of the reasons male homosexuals were so determined to have their liaisons recognized as marriages was the stigma of eternal adolescence and unspecified hazard attached to the unmarried state. Historically, while widows were embraced and protected by their communities, persistently single men were regarded as threats to community stability.

     A lot of factors were involved in the production of contemporary marital malaise. I need not enumerate them again. Most of them are still quite plainly “present and voting.” But there are a couple of newish developments that presage further deterioration in marriage rates, marital stability, and male loneliness.

     Feminism turned virulently toxic a couple of decades back. Feminist icons encouraged women to regard men as their adversaries, even their enemies. That’s not news. What is news is the further deterioration of women’s attitude toward men from suspicion all the way to contempt. There are quite a number of videos on YouTube that address this phenomenon. At least half of them indicate that men are reacting to it by becoming contemptuous and dismissive of women. In particular, they’re defecting from the marriage pool.

     Combine this trend with the increasing difficulty, in our workaholic society, adult men are having at making friends and cultivating friendships. Women, with their natural inclination toward community, consensus seeking, and support groups, are less seriously affected. Men, who are several ways discouraged from serious social activity through their workplaces, have few channels through which to seek the comradeship of other men.

     A return to the perception of marriage as a valued and valuable state could help everyone. Yet the trends are all in the opposite direction. And the sexes’ feelings for one another slide ever more in the direction of dismissal and contempt, as if we’d lost the knack for appreciating one another’s strengths.

     Today, Roger Simon adds some thoughts and some links to the subject. He perceives the current situation as an actual war on marriage. He also sees connections to other social phenomena, especially Leftist politics:

     …a war against the family that is being fought by the left—that apparently has not learned the lessons of the former Soviet Union to which I referred—on many fronts.
     Disbanding the family in favor of the state is their intention. It is also another step toward globalism.
     The tragedy is that it is also a road to serious human unhappiness.
     When Klaus Schwab said, “You will have nothing and you will be happy,” he was also, by inference, implying the dissolution of the family. You don’t need a spouse. You have the World Economic Forum (WEF), or what flows from it, to take care of you.

     It’s all of a piece…and closely coupled to the ongoing march of the death cults. That collection of essays, supplemented by further writings my Gentle Readers can find here, begins to look like a sketchbook for a totalitarian dystopia devoid of all forms of love: for a spouse, for parents and children, and for friends.

     What more can an essayist say about these things? They’re pernicious! Resist them! Build loving relationships, both with members of your own sex and with those of the opposite sex. Don’t fear them; seek opportunities to create, strengthen, and extend them.

     The Simon essay is behind a paywall, so I’ll reproduce here the most important of the links he provides:

     For a look at what we could have instead of the current Sturm und Drang, here’s a snippet from a recent novel of mine, in which an American couple visits with an extended family in the Piedmont province of Italy:

     The day was long and filled with delights. The Monti family embraced their American visitors as if they were old friends of long standing, parted from their Italian amici for an unspeakably long time. The Americans were overwhelmed by the warmth of their welcome.
     Larry fell in with Ottavio Monti’s brothers, sons, and nephews. They toured him through the fields and into the surrounding countryside, chattering bilingually and nonstop of the family, its business, their work with the grapes and the wine, the breadth and intricacy of local society, and much else. Larry was surprised to discover, after an hour in their company, that he could understand them acceptably well even when they spoke Italian, though he remained unable to reply in that tongue. It amused him to learn of their curiosity about American women. They were extravagant in their praise of Trish’s and Fountain’s beauty and asked whether American women generally reached the standard they set. And by the way, the youngest among them asked, did he know any young American single women—preferably as beautiful, impressively groomed, and confidently feminine as his devoted wife—who might be interested in importing a handsome young Italian for a loving husband?
     Trish was immediately englobed by the Villa Monti women: Ottavio’s sisters, sisters-in-law, daughters, and nieces. They dragged her into a kitchen the size of a baseball diamond, sat her down, clustered around her, and plied her with wine and delicacies until she was at the brink of personal embarrassment. They talked rapidly of villa life, the family business, the Monti menfolk, and local society, which was centered on the local parish. As with Larry, within an hour Trish got the gist of their speech even when they spoke Italian. They plied her with questions about her life, her personal beauty and fitness regimens, fashion trends in America, how the Church was viewed there, why so many American women found it necessary to work outside their homes, whether young American women were as loose of morals as American movies and television made them seem…and Fountain. Why, they wanted to know, had she permitted her husband to install this foundling in their home, when it was plain that her unearthly beauty and allure could only endanger his fidelity? And by the way, the youngest among them asked, did she know of any young, single American men—preferably as tall, handsome, and deliciously masculine as her devoted husband—who might be interested in marrying a beautiful, traditionally feminine Italian girl who knows how to keep a nice house, wants lots of bambini, and really loves to cook?

     Doesn’t that sound more appealing than the mess we have today?

Music For The Ages

     In my not-terribly-humble and completely irrelevant opinion, in all the annals of classical composition, Bach’s Brandenburg Concerti reign supreme – and Brandenburg Concerto Nr. 3 is the pinnacle of the group. It’s been my favorite classical piece ever since I was a boy.

     But the Brandenburg Concerti were written for a chamber orchestra accompanied by a harpsichord. Bach didn’t contemplate having them transmogrified to be played on a solo instrument…well, if he did, there’s no record of it. It’s a terrifying challenge to contemplate.

     Well, Gentle Reader, allow me to introduce you to a most talented transcriptionist and organist. His name is Jonathan Scott, and here is his solo rendition of the Allegro from Brandenburg Nr. 3:

     Frankly, if I hadn’t seen and heard it, I don’t think I would have believed it possible. Bravissimo!

How Much Evidence Is Enough?

     So you don’t think things are that bad? You think dialogue between Left and Right is still possible? You think when the consequences of their insane policies become sufficiently obvious, our political opponents will come to their senses?

     No, Gentle Reader. It cannot be, for a simple reason: The Left is now a wholly-owned subsidiary of the death cults.

     Time was, doctors had to swear the Hippocratic Oath before being issued their licenses to practice. Here it is:

     I swear before my gods, my ancestors, my teachers, my fellow healers and apprentices, and by all the arts and knowledge I was privileged to learn, that I will stand by these words:
     I will love those who taught me these arts as I love my parents and I will offer my skills to the young with the same generosity that they were given to me. And I will never ask them for gold, but demand that they stand by this covenant in return.
     I also swear that if I earn fame and wealth, I will share it with my masters and my students.
     I will soothe the pain of anyone who needs my art, and if I don’t know how, I will seek the counsel of my teachers.
     I will offer those who suffer all my attention, my science and my love. Never will I betray them or risk their wellbeing to satisfy my vanity.
     I will not hurt my fellow or put a knife to his flesh if I don’t know how, or give him an herb to soothe his pain, even if he begs for it in anguish, if it might take away his breath.
     I will never harm my suffering friend, because life is sacred, from the tender fruit that he once was in his mother’s womb to that first sigh he gave out between her legs when he opened his eyes to the world.
     I will try to understand his sorrows but his secrets will never leave my ears. Under no circumstance I will use his body to advance my knowledge or my fame, unless in his last moment, he or his widow give me his corpse, so that his death may help me understand how to soothe another’s pain.
     I pray that the attention I give to those who put themselves in my hands be rewarded with happiness. And in honor of the knowledge I’ve received from my teachers, I swear to care for anyone who suffers, prince or slave.
     If I ever break this oath, let my gods take away my knowledge of this art and my own health.
     Here speaks a citizen, a servant of people. May I be destroyed if I betray these words

     Stirring, isn’t it? Inspiring, even. But doctors are no longer required to swear to it, nor to the “modern version” that displaced it some years back.

     And so today, we have this:

     When medicine itself is no longer trustworthy – when evil men subordinate the practice of medicine to the advancement of their politics – what remains? What code? What standard?

     We are at war.
     It’s a war for survival.
     Either we win, or we die.

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