Wednesday, March 23, 2016

That still small voice.

Can I ask you a question?

Have you ever had that sickening feeling, deep down inside, as if some inner voice was trying to warn you that something is wrong?

It almost feels like the harder you try to push it away the louder it gets, gnawing away at your conscience.

And even if you try to ignore it… you can’t.

Every time there is a new Islamic terror attack and you learn the horrific details, that awkward and nauseating feeling comes back again.

It’s trying to warn you, “Something is very wrong.”

And after every Islamic terror attack, our politicians and media try desperately to assure us of two things:

     1. These “terrorists do not represent Islam” and
     2. We are a multicultural society that welcomes Muslim immigration

And yet, that inner voice deep down inside you remains…

Because your inner voice is correct.

"Mohammed, Islamic History, and the Bloody Future of the West." Alex Charles, The Burning Platform, 3/23/16.

Rampant stupidity.

Yet again we see the results of "open borders", no cultural requirement for assimilation and allowing anyone, including people who may be terrorists, into your nation.

It would be heartbreaking if it wasn't the easily-foreseen consequence of rampant stupidity.

But because this event in Brussels was the result of said stupidity it's not heartbreaking -- it's infuriating.

It is up to the people of Europe to stand up and say not only "no more damnit" to people like Merkel, they must demand that those who came in get the hell out.

This applies to the United States as well.[1]

That which Mr. Denninger calls rampant stupidity is the absolute NUMBER ONE PRIORITY of every Western European government.

The only difference I have with Denninger is that it's not stupidity, but rank treason.

If you object in Europe, you will be criminally prosecuted. The heads of two major political parties in the Netherlands and France have been prosecuted five times between the two of them. Marine Le Pen had her parliamentary immunity revoked just so the rats could get at her. The destruction must be unimpeded.

In the U.S., the same policy exists of massive third-world immigration to transform America and inundate the white founding peoples of the nation.

Lawgiver.
Widespread attacks on free speech are just as virulent in the U.S. They are seen in the form of hysteria about hate speech, racism, bigotry, white privilege, trigger warnings, political correctness, and university speech codes. Soros-funded Black Lives Matter AntiFa-like street thugs bring violence and provocation to the American political process as we speak. Citizens in the public square are attacked and harassed.

The rats know exactly what they are doing. The importation of savages to wreak havoc in Europe is exactly what is intended.

Any terrorism that happens is just something everyone will have to suck up -- with the added insult of pathetic gestures and empty posturing, such as votive candles, flowers, vigil keepers, impotent "Je suis somebody" signs and t-shirts, heads of state condemnations, all-around solidarity proclaiming, laughable arm-linking of those responsible, tsk tsking about Islamophobia, weepy recollections of colonialism, and stern warning against "nationalism."

If they elite ever have to live with the results of what they have inflicted on the unwashed, hypocritical hysteria knows no bounds. The inevitability of immigrant and Muslim outrage arriving at their doorstep and, as in Calais, not going away with hat in hand, never seems to occur to them.

Denninger has another choice piece today saying, if I read his sometimes subtle language correctly, "keep it up mothertruckers."

Notes
[1] "Europe: How's That 'Migration' Working Out?" By Karl Denninger, Market Ticker, 3/22/16 (most formatting not reproduced).

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Faster! Faster!

     Alice could never quite make out, in thinking it over afterwards, how it was that they began: all she remembers is, that they were running hand in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all she could do to keep up with her: and still the Queen kept crying “Faster! Faster!” but Alice felt she could not go faster, though she had not breath left to say so.
     The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees and the other things round them never changed their places at all: however fast they went, they never seemed to pass anything. “I wonder if all the things move along with us?” thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen seemed to guess her thoughts, for she cried, “Faster! Faster! Don’t try to talk!”
     Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt as if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out of breath: and still the Queen cried “Faster! Faster!” and dragged her along. “Are we nearly there?” Alice managed to pant out at last.
     “Nearly there?” the Queen repeated. “Why, we passed it ten minutes ago! Faster!”

     [Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass]

     He whom children of the past century know as “Lewis Carroll” was born in 1832 as Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. He was the son of an Anglican cleric, and rather religious himself. He was eventually made a deacon of the Church of England, and on several occasions expressed a profound Christian faith. Consider as an example this statement, made not long before his death, in response to a friend’s inquiry about his beliefs:

     I believe that when you and I come to lie down for the last time, if only we can keep firm hold of the great truths Christ taught us—our own utter worthlessness and His infinite worth; and that He has brought us back to our one Father, and made us His brethren, and so brethren to one another—we shall have all we need to guide us through the shadows. Most assuredly I accept to the full the doctrines you refer to—that Christ died to save us, that we have no other way of salvation open to us but through His death, and that it is by faith in Him, and through no merit of ours, that we are reconciled to God; and most assuredly I can cordially say, "I owe all to Him who loved me, and died on the Cross of Calvary." [From Stuart Dodgson Collingwood, The Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll]

     It is possible that much of Carroll’s “children’s fiction” was allegorical in nature. However, he never said or wrote any explicit statement to that effect. Here’s the closest I can find:

     As to the meaning of the Snark [he wrote to a friend in America], I'm very much afraid I didn't mean anything but nonsense. Still, you know, words mean more than we mean to express when we use them; so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer means. So, whatever good meanings are in the book, I'm glad to accept as the meaning of the book. The best that I've seen is by a lady (she published it in a letter to a newspaper), that the whole book is an allegory on the search after happiness. I think this fits in beautifully in many ways—particularly about the bathing-machines: when the people get weary of life, and can't find happiness in towns or in books, then they rush off to the seaside, to see what bathing-machines will do for them. [Ibid.]

     For my part, the Red Queen’s Race in the snippet from Through The Looking-Glass speaks powerfully about haste and bustle: in particular, their tendency to become ends in themselves, rather than occasionally employed means to some unusually urgent end.

     Many Americans of our time seem addicted to haste. Faster! Faster! This is critical! I need it by Friday! It has to be turned in by three! How can you just sit there staring at your cubicle wall? Faster! Faster!

     Well, Gentle Reader? How’s your Haste Quotient (HQ) this fine Tuesday morning? Checked your pulse lately? How about your blood pressure?

     I thought not.


     Hello, friends. My name is Fran, and I’m a haste addict.

     Among my greatest personal failings is this one: If I can’t see the end of an undertaking to be near and clear, I am powerfully inhibited against addressing it. It doesn’t matter whether the desire is at all reasonable. If I can’t envision the completion of the project at some time in the proximate future, I struggle to begin.

     Most of the people who’ve known me professionally would find that difficult to believe. My reputation was and is for getting it done – whatever “it” might be – a day early. In all my years I never missed a deadline to which I’d agreed beforehand...and on at least one occasion it came damned close to killing me.

     I’m not telling you this because it’s unique or exceptional, but the reverse: it’s become endemic among contemporary Americans. No, not everyone is quite as deep in the disease as I am. Some are better off; a pitiful few are worse. However, the majority of us suffer from it. The characteristics of the malady are uniform: the sense of time pressure, the race against the clock, urging us to ever greater haste in many if not most of the efforts we address each day.

     Even today, though I’m retired nearly a year, I still feel the seconds ticking away no matter what my current task might be. It takes an extraordinary conscious effort to slow down, to remind myself that there are no deadlines any longer, and an even greater effort to enforce a less lethal pace upon myself.

     However, that’s not the worst of it. The worst is the reluctance to start an extended project, knowing that I’ll feel myself to be in a Red Queen’s Race from the moment I begin.


     I remember reading, many years ago, a statement by a columnist in Car and Driver to the effect that civilization depends upon speed. In one sense, this is irrefutable. The speed with which we can produce or acquire the necessities of life determines whether we shall have any leisure. The speed with which we can produce or acquire the optional satisfactions and luxuries we seek determines the magnitude of what we usually call our prosperity. In those contexts, speed varies inversely with the prices of the things we need or want.

     But to enforce haste upon oneself – to demand that one operate at a high tempo – involves a price of its own. If it becomes habitual, the price can exceed any good one might purchase with it.

     “The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long,” wrote Lao Tzu in the Tao Te Ching. In truth, that’s nowhere near the worst it can get; if pressed to flare beyond a certain brightness, the flame will burn itself out. This is no less true of men than of candlewicks.


     You might think this is mainly, perhaps even entirely, about haste at work. It certainly has application to the working world, where supervisors always seem to be trying to get their subordinates to go faster. But it also has application to one’s private, personal undertakings.

     Part of the reason I value my faith so greatly is its emphasis on peace. Peace might just be the most misunderstood of all the things we seek. Novelist Jo Walton made a particularly pointed observation about it some years ago, in reference to a specimen of warfare and the somewhat naive “peace” activists who were railing against it:

     “Peace means something different from ‘not fighting.’ Those aren’t peace advocates, they’re ‘stop fighting’ advocates. Peace is an active and complex thing and sometimes fighting is part of what it takes to get it.”

     The secular condition we call peace has a dynamic character. It’s not something one can acquire once and fondle unendingly; like love, it must be perpetually remade, made new. The reasons are far beyond the scope of this essay. Suffice it to say that it is in the nature of existence under the veil of Time that peace must be continuously maintained and renewed by individuals, families, communities, and nations.

     But secular peace is not the only kind, nor is it the most important. When in the Gospel According to John Christ says to His Apostles:

     Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. [John 14:27]

     ...clearly He is not speaking of “peace” as the diplomats mean it (“a state of tension falling short of actual armed conflict”), but of peace of the mind, heart, and soul. Moreover, it should be clear that the only agency capable of depriving us of that peace is ourselves.

     The prevailing tendency to train oneself, or to flog others, to perpetual haste forecloses access to that sort of peace. It might be the worst of the superficially non-violent things any man has ever done, whether to another or to himself.


     This is not an absolute or unconditional broadside against haste per se. Rather, it’s an exhortation to pace: the appropriate pace for the matter at hand. If haste is genuinely justified – by your judgment, no one else’s! – then make haste, but be aware of both the necessity, the reason for it, and the expiration thereof. At other times and in other circumstances, languidness or even stillness will serve you better. You’ll enjoy life more and will probably live longer. You’ll be more pleasant company as well.

     No matter your age or your station in life, if you have the sort of penchant for perpetual haste from which I suffer, this might prove to be the most important thing you’ll ever read. Don’t let not being able to see the finish line deter you from starting. Don’t let a need to see the finish line drive you to unnecessary, destructive haste. Perhaps most important of all, don’t take any guff from anyone else about your choices in such matters. It’s the sort of advice I wish someone had given to me when I was younger and could really profit from it.

     To those who are otherwise inclined – and especially to those who think they can profit by accelerating others! – I commend the late J. G. Ballard’s short story “Chronopolis,” about a society in which the pendulum has swung radically in the opposite direction and timepieces of the sort we use have been outlawed. Note in particular this snippet thereof:

     “Why is it against the law to have a clock?”
     Stacey tossed a piece of chalk from one hand to the other.
     “Is it against the law?”
     Conrad nodded. “There’s an old notice in the police station offering a bounty of one hundred pounds for every clock or wristwatch brought in. I saw it yesterday. The sergeant said it was still in force.”
     Stacey raised his eyebrows mockingly. “You’ll make a million. Thinking of going into business?”
     Conrad ignored this. “It’s against the law to have a gun because you might shoot someone. But how can you hurt anybody with a clock?”
     “Isn’t it obvious? You can time him, know exactly how long it takes him to do something.”
     “Well?”
     “Then you can make him do it faster.”

     May God bless and keep you all. And may the shade of Frederick Taylor forever repent of his sins against frail, frightened, irremediably weary working men.

Brussels bombing.

This would not have happened had Muslims been expelled from Europe.

Guaranteed.

It did happen because Muslims are present in Europe.

Are there any questions?

World Gone Mad Dept.

Federal Indian Child Welfare Act—purpose: to keep American Indian children with American Indian families.

A 6-year-old California girl removed from foster family on 3/22/16 to be sent to live with "extended family" of Native Americans in Utah.

Unrelated, dishonest, inflammatory image.
Child has been with foster family four years and cries as Los Angeles County social workers remove her from home of foster family.

Child is 1.56% Choctaw Native American.

This is what is known as looking out for the welfare of children. A result unforeseen by the drafters of the federal legislation. National Indian Child Welfare Association on the job. Lower California courts on board.

Reported in "California girl removed from foster family over her Native American heritage." Reuters, Yahoo, 3/21/16.

Syria and the Saudi obsession.

In December 2006, William Roebuck, the political counselor at the American Embassy in Damascus, sent a classified cable to Washington, later released by WikiLeaks, proposing “actions, statements, and signals” that could help destabilize Assad’s regime. Among other recommended initiatives was a campaign, coordinated with the Egyptian and Saudi governments, to pump up existing alarm among Syrian Sunnis about Iranian influence in the country.

Roebuck could count on a receptive audience. A month earlier, Condoleezza Rice, the secretary of state, testified on Capitol Hill that there was a “new strategic alignment” in the Middle East, separating “extremists” (Iran and Syria) and “reformers” (Saudi Arabia and other Sunni states). Undergirding these diplomatic euphemisms was something more fundamental. Prince Bandar bin Sultan, who returned to Riyadh in 2005 after many years as Saudi ambassador in Washington, had put it bluntly in an earlier conversation with Richard Dearlove, the longtime head of Britain’s MI6. “The time is not far off in the Middle East,” Bandar said, “when it will be literally God help the Shia. More than a billion Sunnis have simply had enough.” The implications were clear. Bandar was talking about destroying the Shiite states of Iran and Iraq, as well as the Alawite (which is to say, Shia-derived) leadership in Syria.[1]
So Saudi Arabia is extraordinarily focused on countering the Shiites nearby. Instead of working to stabilize the region by keeping either side from each other's throats, the U.S. has taken the side of the Saudis.

Instead of staying out of a dispute that has no significance to non-Muslims, we have a then-Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice mouthing patent hogwash about the Saudis as "reformers."

We are still squandering huge amounts of money and materiel -- and helping cause the deaths of over 200,000 Syrians -- to help one side in this ancient dispute that fewer than 50 people in the U.S. can explain. If it strikes you as strange that we're taking sides in a Muslim controversy involving who got to succeed Mohammed 1,400 years ago, you're not alone.

Just so's you know, we're Abu Bakr guys.

OK, there might be a smidgen of geopolitics involved now but it's just as much a mystery why we have any kind of a dog in this fight now. Having Congress debate, like, a Declaration of War might clarify matters here, radical as that concept is, I know.

Do read Alexander Cockburn's article. If you want to try to begin to understand why we're joined at the hip with, yes, al Qaida, and how we ended up in bed with ISIS. It's as lucid a treatise on these subjects as you'll find this side of the Home Shopping Channel. I never thought I'd recommend anything by Cockburn, who always struck me as a dogmatic leftie. Given the upside down nature of our world, I should take another look.

Notes
[1] "A Special Relationship. The United States is teaming up with Al Qaeda, again." By Andrew Cockburn, Harper's Magazine, 3/22/16.

H/t: Pundita.

Correction (3/24/16):
I confused Andrew Cockburn, above, with the late Alexander Cockburn, the writer for The Nation magazine and editor of Counterpunch.

Monday, March 21, 2016

No Good Choices

Back on “Super-Tuesday”, I did not do something.  I deliberately did not vote.  Oddly, I felt good about my choice.  I have voted in abstentia or in person in every local, primary, or national election for the last thirty plus years.  I have voted from Afghanistan, Korea and Germany.  Two primary reasons for my choice; first, my vote would not have changed the outcome; secondly (and sadly), there were no good choices. 

This dilemma reminds me of an interview conducted with retired US Marine Corps Lieutenant Colonel Oliver North, shortly after the Iran-Contra scandal.  In it, North told Pastor Bill Hybels that, “the really tough decisions are when you face two bad choices -- or two good choices -- and you have to make a choice.”   

An example of two bad choices.  Let’s say I am running late for work (in the Army we hold “formations” each morning to gain accountability of all assigned soldiers).  I would have the choice of speeding to make it on time, or obey the speed limit and miss formation.  It is a tough decision when there are only bad alternatives from which to choose.  When it’s a lose-lose, or no-win situation, when it is the lesser of evils, it is a tough decision.  If I end up getting a speeding ticket, it is bad.  If I am reprimanded for being late, it is bad.  If I end up getting a ticket and a reprimand for being late, then it is really bad.

Now two good choices.  Now let us say I have won a seven night, all expenses paid, vacation package for my family.  We can choose skiing and touring Europe or the Hawaiian Islands.   Skiing on world-class slopes, fresh-air, beautiful mountains, touring castles and cathedrals


-- or --


gentle breezes, fresh fruits, fragrant plumeria, snorkeling, and riding the waves.  Even though it is a win-win situation, it is still a very tough decision.   Imagine coming back from Hawaii with a nice tan, some macadamia nut chocolates, fresh pineapple, and a lifetime of memories; and then wondering for the rest of your life if that fresh powder and mountain chalet would not have been even better.  Even when there are only good alternatives to choose from, it is still tough to decide. 

One good choice, one bad choice.  Let’s say, just for the sake of illustration, that I have the choice between Heaven and Hell.  It is not a win-win.  It is not a lose-lose.  It’s a no-brainer.  When the choice is between good and bad it is just plain easy to decide.  Yet, unbelievably, some choose not to believe.  Never mind that example, that is a different column, but you get the idea.


When it comes to presidential politics, America is in a bad place right now.  If one does believe, there is a good choice they are certainly part of a small minority.  This election seemingly guarantees that the majority of Americans will be unhappy with the results. 

How did we get to the point where there are no good choices?  In short, the Republican Party is reaping what they have sown – weeds.  Nasty weeds.  The Republicans’ failure to stop the last seven years of Obama’s out of control spending, unconstitutional edicts, insane foreign policy, and overreaching legislation that has created the disaster Republicans now face.  No establishment candidate is acceptable.

Although it may be, Obama is to blame for putting America on a crash course, the Republican lawmakers’ failure to restrain, let alone stop the impending disaster rightfully earned them the absolute fury of all but Bob Dole, Karl Rove, Mitt Romney and other establishment class beneficiaries.

Even though Trump and Cruz are unacceptable to the aforementioned Republican ruling class, between the two of them, they have garnered 1,101 of the 1,429 delegates, fully 77% of the total delegates pledged to date.  Obama has done for them what he has done for gun sales. 

While the left looks less contentious, their predicament is no less muddled.  They are forced to choose between a self-avowed socialist and a woman whom an ABC News poll found is most frequently associated with the word “liar”.   The FBI and Justice Department may soon get the opportunity to make it “convict”.  Nonetheless, the “liar” is leading.

My bumper sticker this election season – “Don’t blame me, I didn’t vote for any of them.”






Realism In The Speculative Genres

     (This is what a writer who’s down in the dumps about his spell of low productivity does, Gentle Reader: Instead of writing, he writes about writing. At any rate, it strikes me as preferable to wallowing in my old fan mail. -- FWP)

     We who write in the speculative genres – i.e., science fiction, fantasy, and most horror fiction – are often torn over questions of consistency. This is a subject with iceberg-like proprtions: only a few percent of it shows above the waterline of auctorial consciousness.

     A storyteller starts with a story to tell. Why does he want to tell it? Perhaps it strikes him as a good bet for increased revenue. Or perhaps he thinks it will illuminate an important truth about Mankind. Or perhaps, still more imperatively, his wife has threatened to poison his Chianti if he doesn’t get his ass into gear and finish the series of stories she’s come to love. One way or another, he has a reason to write it. But he has a problem.

     To make the story come out the way he wants, he needs an element that’s implausible under current circumstances:

  • Science Fiction: Faster than light (FTL) travel, time travel, mental powers, and the like.
  • Fantasy: Magic, magical creatures, pantheons at war with one another, etc.
  • Horror: Monsters of some sort.

     This is the speculative-fiction writer’s special challenge, one that “mainstream” writers don’t face. His “what if?” isn’t just the premise for a plot line; it’s a request for an alteration of the rules of reality as they’re enforced between the covers of his book. To make it play requires the reader’s willing suspension of his disbelief. And Mankind is sufficiently various that there are millions of readers willing to make that suspension, for which God be most profusely thanked.

     But the problem isn’t limited to the writer’s opening premises. It also embraces the plot itself. Some plot developments require the amplification and extension of the unreal premises. That’s where consistency comes in, and with it the problem of realism.

     My first science-fiction novel, Which Art In Hope, made a “conventional” suspension-of-disbelief demand upon its reader: He was required to allow for:

  • Psi powers, including telepathy, telekinesis, and clairvoyance;
  • The possibility of a sentient entity whose body is an entire planet.

     These are known motifs in science fiction. Thus, many who’ve been reading SF for a very long time are familiar with them and ready to allow them. However, newcomers to science fiction would have to “swallow hard” to get past them for the sake of the story. That willingness to suspend disbelief determines whether one who’s never read science fiction before can “make the jump.” (Alternately, you have to get your story out of reality's gravitational singularity before you can engage the FTL engines.)

     One of the things I didn’t ask the reader to swallow in that first book was the possibility of faster-than-light travel. I didn’t need it; indeed, the existence of FTL would have contravened one of the essential conditions of the story I wanted to tell. But when reader demand made me contemplate a sequel to that book, it became a requirement.

     That forced me to think about the challenge involved in making my science-fiction setting internally consistent. How realistic would it be to have FTL developed by this colony world of pacifistically inclined anarchists?

     I pulled it off in Freedom’s Scion – at least, I think I did – but it took a fair amount of hard thought. The technological base of the Spoonerite society of Which Art In Hope would not support ab initio the development of an FTL drive even if it were physically possible. So my realism problem went beyond the physics of the thing.

     Magic-based fantasy has a version of the problem that isn’t immediately apparent to most readers. Broadly, it goes like this: Magic must have a basis in the laws of the universe. It must be available on certain conditions; it must be powered by something; and it must observe certain limitations. Those requirements imply that magic must have one of the following inner natures:

  1. Magic is either a property of the magician, which arises from certain characteristics he possesses that others do not; or:
  2. Magic is available only by persuading non-human entities with greater-than-human powers to act on the magician’s behalf; or:
  3. Magic, in Robert A. Heinlein’s memorable formulation, is merely “something Western Electric will build once Bell Labs works the bugs out” – in other words, a matter of science yet unexplored and technology yet undeveloped.

     (In the above partition, I’m omitting the tiny subcategory of fantasies about omnipotence. I contend that such stories are inherently unappealing, since there are no rules – the protagonist can arrange to have whatever he wants, on any conditions he wants. Thus, he faces no problems that present non-trivial difficulties to be overcome. As a plot premise that’s undramatic and unsatisfying, and anyway, God doesn’t approve of such stories.)

     One way or another, all magic-based fantasy will fall into one of those slots. By implication, whatever the protagonists do must conform to the overarching rules of its sort. That allows for problems that even a sorcerer will have difficulty solving – and that’s at the core of all drama.

     Realism is ultimately a matter of sticking to the rules, whatever they happen to be. The writer must decide upon the rules before he sets forth. He must make them plain to the reader early in the game. Thereafter, he must adhere to them rigidly, for to depart from them would reduce his story to a kind of RoadRunner cartoon.

     Realism is quite as important in speculative fiction as it is in any other sort of entertainment. Failures to abide by the requirement for realism result in implausible, unsatisfying stories. Which is why so many writers who attempt to write in a speculative genre eventually find themselves muttering that “this is harder than I thought.”

     (Cross-posted at my fiction-promotion site.)

Quickies: The Dark Side Of “Tolerance”

     I found this at Virtual Mirage:

     The Japanese have their problems – most prominent among them, a lack of interest in producing more Japanese – but they appear to have solved one of the problems that bedevils the United States. Note in this connection that the Japanese don’t consider discrimination a dirty word. In that regard, they’ve done right by themselves while we pursue a course toward national suicide.

The Terminus Of Lies

     Apologies for the dearth of original pieces lately, Gentle Reader. I’ve had a rough few days. I’m still recovering, so bear with me.

     In the middle of my morning news sweep, I was seized by a powerful realization. It’s not entirely new to me. Perhaps it won’t seem new to you, either...but I can’t help thinking it’s as important as any other idea in current circulation.

     It started with this article:

     All Marines are now being forced to undergo training to erase “unconscious bias,” as women start to enter all combat roles for the first time.

     The Marine Corps wants this training to already be underway before the first set of female recruits hits boot camp, in order to clamp down on potential misgivings and ill-will, Military.com reports.

     Teams will spread around the Corps to provide two-day seminars to officers first, and then those officers will in turn instruct those of lower rank under their command to avoid prejudice based on race and especially gender. Seminars will also include a discussion on some practical examples of the obstacles that will present themselves and ways units can overcome them.

     The reason for the training is mostly because male Marines have by and large been totally opposed to allowing women into combat roles.

     First reaction: Nothing surprising about that. Male Marines are as likely to have some knowledge of women as any other class of men -- men in this case referring specifically to male humans. What they know predisposes them against the notion that women as a class can be expected to meet Marine Corps standards or to perform reliably in combat.

     Some will attempt to counter that objection by positing the existence of women who can and will meet Corps standards and would fight as well as the men along side them. There are probably some such women. How many? Your guess is as good as mine...but my guess is that the number who are willing and able to do so is too small to justify a major campaign to include women in combat, even if all other considerations are ignored. Ground combat is physically as trying and exhausting as any known occupation – and it’s getting worse, not better, as technology adds to the burden a ground soldier must shoulder.

     Second reaction: Those male Marines’ knowledge is confirmed by the Corps’ reduction of physical standards, specifically to make it easier for women to become Marines. If women cannot qualify under the previous standards, there are only two possible conclusions:

  1. The standards express necessities of ground combat. Therefore, women must not become ground soldiers.
  2. The standards are irrelevant to the necessities of ground combat. Therefore, women can become ground soldiers, all other considerations to the side.

     He who chooses conclusion #1 will oppose the Corps’ new policy. He who chooses conclusion #2 is quite all right with the new policy. But that’s not the end of the story.

     The Marine Corps is not an isolated entity. It’s a component of the military arm of a much larger society in which various trends and dynamics are at work. One of those trends is enforced interchangeability between the sexes. That trend is propelled by a political dynamic that seeks to propitiate loud, angry feminists capable of marshaling significant numbers of supporters.

     So far, nothing you didn’t already know, right? But the best is yet to come. Allow me to repeat a bit of the citation above:

     All Marines are now being forced to undergo training to erase “unconscious bias,” as women start to enter all combat roles for the first time.

     Focus on the emphasized words and what they imply:

  • No Marine can refuse this course of training.
  • There’s force behind it: i.e., accept the new gospel of sexual interchangeability or be punished.
  • Training is not education. It doesn’t imbue the “trainee” with new knowledge or help him to develop new powers of reasoning. It seeks a particular result and will not be satisfied with anything else. To train a man to accept some proposition is indoctrination.

     The Left tends to avoid the word “training.” It prefers the term “re-education,” with its implication that the “re-educated’s” previous convictions were simply wrong. At least the Marine Corps is more candid than that: We’ll train all that badthink out of you, by God, or you’ll no longer be a Marine.

     Yet we’re still not done. To put male Marines through compulsory training to eliminate their “bias” embeds the assumption that real-world experience wouldn’t do the job – that is, that male Marines’ real-world experiences of women in combat would contradict the new doctrine. The insertion of women into combat roles without this prior course of “training” would reveal that that “bias” is well founded in reality – that to deploy women as ground-combat soldiers is wrong for entirely practical reasons.

     When reality stands ready to contradict a lie, those who insist upon the lie must impose it by force. As all lies, no matter to what effect, are contradicted by reality, the terminus of a parade of lies will always be a resort to force: Accept this unquestioningly or we’ll punish you.

     The Left, in all its manifestations and components, is aware that the only way their lies can prevail over reality is by force. The Left’s “ground soldiers” – those that do the rioting and demonstrating – might accept the lies unquestioningly, but its strategists and tacticians know better. As popular resistance to the lies has swelled, so also has the recourse to force.

     In our time, every lie being promulgated by any political proponent is backed by force. Sometimes the force is overt, as with riots and attacks on opponents. Sometimes it’s implicit, as with “demonstrations” that disrupt others’ lives and peaceable commerce, threatening private citizens that defy them and daring the authorities to disperse them. Even leftists’ campaigns of slander against particular individuals are force-based: they hope to use the general disapproval of certain attitudes and positions to impose the desired punishment, as we saw in the cases of Memories Pizza and Brendan Eich. In every case, the force is there for those with eyes to see.

     But “you cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.” The reactions are swelling quite as swiftly as the lies and threats behind them. Which will prevail in the near term is open to question, but in the longer term, reality has demonstrated its staying power many times. I wouldn’t bet against it...and neither should the commanders of the United States Marine Corps.

Heather McDonald on "Open Borders: Their Impact on Society."

Lucid doesn't begin to describe this woman:

Heather MacDonald from DHFC on Vimeo.

H/t: "Suicidal liberalism will never end Illegal Immigration. Heather MacDonald exposes how leftist "justice" will turn us into a banana republic at Restoration Weekend." Frontpagemag.com 12/31/15.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Not Because It’s True

     [This first appeared at the Palace of Reason on December 30, 2003. I felt it a good time to repost it, as several commentators have recently fallen into the trap of exhorting Americans to return to Christianity for utilitarian reasons. -- FWP]


     Men or nations who think they can revive the Faith in order to make a good society might just as well think they can use the stairs of Heaven as a short cut to the nearest chemist's shop. [C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters]

     Recent pieces by Kim Du Toit and Commander Will have reanimated an old debate: whether religion is, on balance, a positive or negative contributor to social soundness. While the question is interesting, more interesting yet -- and much more dangerous -- are the temptations that surround any sort of definite conclusion on the matter.

     The Du Toit essay cites religion as a source of behavioral constraints that all persons should observe, regardless of the specific creed to which one goes to find them. Kim posits that the major religions share a common behavioral code, which he approves, despite being an atheist himself. Along the way, he makes the following statement:

     [T]he basic tenets of religious precept are critical to the proper functioning of society -- it's why I as an atheist send my son to a parochial private school, and why the two homeschooled kids are held to rigorous standards of behavior. Children have to be drilled in the basic concepts of behavioral restriction -- theft is wrong, killing is wrong, etc. -- and the instruction is easier to do with religion, but not impossible without it.

     From this he progresses to the following conclusion:

     Religion and manners, properly observed, have served our society well over the centuries, and it's wrong to toss out everything on the basis that when employed to their extreme, they cause harm.

     In his comments on the matter, Commander Will says:

     But Kim, there have been so many very successful liars. And who are you to say that anyone should not lie if they are good at it? You see, the question is, from what basis or authority do you sit there and pontificate about why anyone should not lie? From where comes your authority? Truly honest atheists acknowledge that without a supreme being, creator, authority; it is every man for himself.

     And further on:

     Where we have screwed up as a society, is in the lapse of both religious precept and manners -- which results in ever-expanding laws to deal with all the exigencies which were once covered by religious and mannered proscription -- and which is also why more lawyers graduate from college each year than the year before.

     Before your Curmudgeon launches into his own, quite different take on the matter, he'd like to reassure you that he has no bone to pick with either of these worthies. Indeed, raising the questions they have is a valuable public service, for which they deserve thanks...but not because they've hit the target squarely.


     I contend that we are both atheists, I just believe in one less god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all other possible gods, then you will know why I dismiss yours. -- Stephen F. Roberts

     Is there anyone in the audience who'd defend the position that an atheist cannot be a decent and entirely acceptable man?

     Well, the crickets are certainly loud today. Your Curmudgeon just wanted that straw man out of the way before he proceeded to demolish the Roberts quote above.

     Religious belief as a category of human mentation has received far too little attention. Most of that attention has come from persons determined to destroy all foundation for religion, which makes matters worse; they're not objective analysts but partisans on a crusade.

     Your Curmudgeon, much given to pondering the categories into which ideas fall, after long and hard thought has arrived at the following partition:

  • Theses which can be proved or disproved: mathematics.
  • Theses which can be disproved, but not proved: science.
  • Theses which can neither be proved nor disproved: religion.

     By "proof" is meant the modus ponens / modus tollens sort of logical proof that proceeds from widely accepted postulates and uses implication to reach the desired conclusion. By "disproof" is meant the demonstration of one or more counter-examples to a theory.

     Atheism, gauged against this partition, is a religious creed: the creed that there is no God. It is distinct from agnosticism, a purely heuristic stance which maintains that personal experiences of the mystical and numinous cannot be used as evidence for a religious proposition. The Roberts scheme of things evades this point neatly. Rational agnostic Smith would concede that there might be a God after all, even though he refused to accept religionist Jones's private personal revelations as evidence to that effect. The atheist fails to grapple with the fundamental limitations of Man's mind and senses, which make it impossible to evaluate claims of Godhood with confidence.

     When Roberts dismisses God -- any God -- he does so out of prejudice, not from a sound evidentiary or logical basis. His position is no more provable or disprovable than that of a devout Christian. Humans simply don't have the necessary assets to prove that God does or does not exist. Were Brahma standing before us today, were Christ to return in all His prophesied glory, this would remain the case.


     Religious creeds that require their adherents to accept demonstrably false dogmas will always fail and be abandoned. Had the Catholic Church continued to insist that the Sun revolves around the Earth, it would have been laughed into irrelevance. Were conclusive evidence of evolution by mutation and natural selection ever amassed, those creeds that insist that God created the world as it is, with all its existing species, would have to back away from that stance or be discarded.

     But as Kim Du Toit has told us, the Ten Commandments are common to essentially all religious systems. That is, the fundamental rules that make for a peaceful and sustainable society are upheld by all major creeds. (No, your Curmudgeon refuses to talk about Islam today.) Since these rules are self-demonstrating -- history records appalling tides of carnage from every attempt to set them aside -- it would be madness for a religion to gainsay them. Among other things, that religion's adherents would be identifiably dangerous to others; the desirability of wiping them and their creed from the face of the Earth would be overpowering, as it was in the case of Nazism.

     So religious belief of some sort is not required to absorb the importance of the Ten Commandments. Kim concedes this as well, but stands on the more modest point that religion is useful in teaching proper moral behavior to the young, and in reinforcing moral conduct in society in general.

     Which explains the quote at the start of this tirade.


     It's time to pass from Kim's utilitarian approach to religion to Will's explanatory one:

     [W]here did DNA come from? If you respond with "It evolved." You are incredibly stupid.

     First of all, that would require some mechanism that defies the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Any scientist who could demonstrate such a mechanism would make Einstein look like a moron. DeoxyriboNucleic Acid is an extremely complex code, a language. It is a set of instructions that "tells" molecules and atoms how to construct themselves into useful proteins and organelles so as to support cells and organs and all sorts of life.

     If I were to tell you that if you simply wired enough microchips together, in no particular order, and plugged the whole thing into a 110 volt power supply, that eventually, the whole mess would begin reorganizing itself into something useful, you would laugh at me and call me an idiot.

     But the very same person that would think I'm an idiot for suggesting such a thing wants me to believe that long ago in a cesspool, some byproducts of animal waste, (CO2, CH4, H2) somehow decided to combine themselves into racemic (dextrorotary) molecules to form amino acids and proteins that cannot survive in an unprotected state.

     Unfortunately, the foundation of Will's argument, the Second Law of Thermodynamics, doesn't say what he thinks it does. (Trust a former astrophysicist to be picky about such things.) It applies solely to the aggregate entropy of a closed system. It dictates nothing for an open system -- a system capable of importing net non-heat energy from "outside" and expelling heat and wastes to "outside." Zones within a closed system may exhibit decreasing entropy for indefinitely long periods of time; else, life could not maintain itself at all. Moving from theory to practice, laboratory researchers have demonstrated the spontaneous formation of amino acids in primordial-Earth conditions, so there's no real objection to the evolutionary thesis on the basis of practical implausibility.

     As for the "microchips" analogy, it doesn't hold up: the fundamental properties of a primordial-Earth environment and the things in it differ qualitatively from those of a random assemblage of electronics. For one thing, the elements and small molecules in a primordial-Earth scenario are all highly mobile and reactive. For another, the energy flows into that system are various, powerful, and chaotic; they contrast sharply with the way energy enters an electronic assembly.

     This is not to say that the spontaneous genesis of life under primordial-Earth conditions is unchallengeable. That thesis is simply another explanation for how life began here. For the moment, it is no more nor less provable or disprovable than any theistically founded explanation. More, it posits nothing about the way those conditions themselves came to be, which many regard as the gate through which theistic premises will always be able to pass.


     So: Religion is neither demonstrably necessary for the formation or perpetuation of a good society, nor is Divine action the sole conceivable explanation for the emergence of life on Earth. Given that, by its nature, a religious proposition can neither be proved nor disproved, what, then, is the "value" of religious belief? Why does anyone hold to one?

     Many who are disdainful of religion posit "psychological" justifications -- the unwillingness to accept the finity of human life; the need to feel that one has a place in a grander scheme of things; the desire to believe that there is an ultimate dispenser of justice that the villains of this world cannot evade; and so forth. Your Curmudgeon would suggest that the matter is not quite that simple. If it is one to which yardsticks and photometers cannot be applied, neither is it exhaustively covered by explanations rooted in human emotional frailty.

     Man's mind is free.

     Despite hypnosis, brainwashing, and drugs of immense potency, it is impossible to impose an idea on a human mind beyond all possibility of rejection. Why this should be so is a subject for a later screed. For the moment, it's the most important of all postulates.

     Not only is the mind free, but the sensory conduits that feed it data are free as well. That is, they are not strictly bound by the objective universe -- the things and effects that are independent of our opinions. Things happen privately in the brain. This is borne out by such phenomena as hallucination and mirage, both of which are irreproducible in detail in objective observers, but which have occurred too frequently, and to too many persons, to be sniffed aside.

     This opens the door to the consideration of private experiences as elements in the formation of religious belief. The agnostic will argue that private experiences cannot be used as evidence for anything, and he's absolutely correct. But the person having the experience is not bound by the rules of evidence and inference. He is free to interpret it in whatever manner best pleases him.

     Though many accept a religion because of successful indoctrination or social pressure, many others accept one because they've had one or more private experiences that persuaded them of the reality of God.

     Much distress and social friction arise when believers attempt to persuade others to their convictions on the strength of such private experiences. The most important revelation in the history of Christianity, the "road to Damascus" vision of Paul of Tarsus, the doctrinal founder of the Church, was made to a single person. Saint Paul spoke of that private experience to many other people, and persuaded a great number of them...but not all. Of those he did not persuade, many called him a liar, and became his mortal enemies.

     Still, who shall say that Saint Paul did not have the vision of which he spoke so movingly? Who shall say that any of the saints of legend did not have their particular visions -- or that those visions, being irreproducible, could not possibly have been veridical?

     One may dispute accounts of miracles, which occur in the "public" world where such things can be dispassionately witnessed and quantified. One may not dispute something as private as a vision of revelation. There are no metrics for them.

     He who has elected to interpret a private event of that kind as a testament to a religious proposition is a "true believer." That is, he hasn't absorbed his religion through some process of indoctrination, or chosen it for utilitarian reasons such as to promote social health or to fit in better with others whose good will he values. He's decided that his vision was the truth, and has formed his conscious convictions around that truth as he sees it.

     That such events must necessarily be private and non-transferable is simply in the nature of religious belief. That not all persons who experience them choose to interpret them as messages from God is merely the operation of human mental freedom, without which we would be indistinguishable from the beasts.


     Ultimately, the question is not "why believe in God;” it's "why believe anything." When are beliefs distinguishable from both provable propositions and more pragmatic postures of the sort Kim Du Toit approves? When are beliefs not forced upon us by evidence or a lack of coherent alternatives nevertheless too appealing to evade, as Commander Will would have it?

     Simply, when the mind and heart, working in tandem from private experience, privately decide that they're true.

     To adopt something as consequential as a religious creed for any other reason carries much danger. Social utility does not demand the ultimate postulates of any religion. Nor is there any natural phenomenon which demands a theistic explanation. A faith predicated on either basis is subject to being overturned convulsively, with proportional damage to the sanity and happiness of the holder.

     Which explains the quote with which your Curmudgeon will close this essay:

     Only today I have found a passage in a Christian writer where he recommends his own version of Christianity on the ground that "only such a faith can outlast the death of old cultures and the birth of new civilisations." You see the little rift? "Believe this, not because it is true, but for some other reason." That's the game. [C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters]

Angry yoga class.

H/t: Big Geek Daddy.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Return On Investment

     “Opinions are like assholes: everyone’s gotta have one.” – Me

     Just in case there’s anyone in the Liberty’s Torch readership who hasn’t noticed, what appears here is mainly opinion: lots from me, some from my Esteemed Co-contributors Col. Young, Col. Bunny, Scott Angell, and Patrice Stanton, and the occasional guest essay from Ol’ Remus

     Opinions aren’t journalism, per se. Persons who consider them reportage of a sort are woefully mistaken. Many an opinion piece found in a “respectable” publication plays fast and loose with the facts in an attempt to justify its author’s exhortations. That includes historical facts multiply documented and cross-checked over the decades...or the centuries.

     The explosion of blogdom in the late Nineties was driven by the desire on the part of millions of people to express their opinions to an audience wider than their families and friends. The subsequent contraction of blogdom in the Naughties occurred largely because no one was listening. After all, if “everyone’s gotta have an opinion,” what makes yours any more reasonable or valuable than mine? So why bother to read all that crap? And if no one is reading it, then why bother to write it?

     Yet opinions continue to be expressed – horror of horrors! – right here on the World Wide Web. Some opinion writers are more popular than others. Some aren’t popular at all. And some draw the ire of the dissenting, which they express in colorful and insulting terms.

     This isn’t one of the more popular sites. We get somewhere from two to five hundred readers on a typical day; the average seems to cluster around 300. Neither I nor any of my Co-contributors expects great wealth or a Pulitzer for what we post here. Indeed, there’s essentially no return on our investments of research, thought, and effort. So why do we do it?

     Why are you doing it, Gentle Reader? Assuming that you are, that is. Several of you maintain your own sites, where you hold forth on your own views. What’s your return on investment (ROI)? Even if you aren’t one of us loony bloggers, do you ever express an opinion about political, social, economic, cultural, military, or religious issues to your family or friends? Why do you do that?

     Think about it.


     For some reason I cannot fathom, we feel it’s important to express ourselves on certain subjects. By “we,” I mean approximately everyone. From time to time just about everyone feels and surrenders to the impulse to give his opinion on some subject of public interest to others. Sometimes, a little fire starts, and friends or family start to build upon one another’s ideas. Sometimes there’s disagreement, and sometimes such a disagreement has unpleasant consequences. And sometimes – most of the time, I’d guess – nobody gives much of a damn.

     But we do it anyway. Something in the human psyche occasionally rears up and demands that one express an opinion even knowing that the likely consequences range from indifference to hostility.

     I doubt there are evolutionary reasons for it. Nor would I put cash on the proposition that it’s the result of an opportunistic viral infection. So why do we do it? Especially since any adult will know that the probable ROI is negative: an expenditure of breath or keystrokes to which the most likely reaction is silence.

     I know of an extreme case that’s had extreme consequences: a fellow who has opinions about everything and who apparently cannot restrain them. Thirty seconds after he’s met you, he’ll have a multitude of opinions about you: where you live, what you do for a living, the company you work for, the company you keep, your taste in clothes, music, movies, food, politicians, women, and the way you knot your tie. And he won’t spare you any of them.

     I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me. We both know it. Moreover, I don’t know anyone else who likes him. Indeed, he’s the most roundly disliked person I’ve ever met, and his inability to keep his opinions to himself is the reason. He knows it – and he continues on, forever unchanged.

     Fancy that.


     Everyone who makes his opinions known receives feedback of some sort. Very, very few receive only agreement and applause. Yet for the overwhelming majority of us who write for the Web, that feedback is all we get for our troubles. That’s why many a blogger departs for the silence of obscurity: either he doesn’t get enough feedback, or what he does get displeases him.

     One of the early pioneers of blogging, Steven Den Beste, became well known for a number of reasons. One of them was his dislike of any reader feedback, however delivered. His site didn’t permit comments, and he became famous for repeatedly pleading with his readers not to write to him. Those pleas weren’t always heeded.

     Den Beste was / is – I have no idea whether he’s still on the sunny side of the sod – an intelligent and accomplished man. For some time he indulged in the expression of his opinions about a wide variety of things here on the Web, even though his ROI appeared to be decidedly negative. Moreover, he would occasionally take up cudgels with those who disagreed with him: a strenuous undertaking that’s seldom brought anyone any meaningful gain.

     He quit this madness after a few years. There were several reasons, but one was undoubtedly that he was unable to express himself without getting feedback he didn’t want to cope with. Those of us who valued his thinking and writing mourned the loss.

     That’s what a negative ROI can do to you.


     Today, those who disagree with an opinion monger will often try to silence him. One of the ways to attempt that is insult, delivered directly and in quantity. The tactic is more common among activists on the political Left, but it’s not unknown on the Right.

     Sometimes the tactic works. When it works, it’s reinforced. It acquires greater popularity and staying power. This is a major contributing factor to our sociopolitical polarization.

     Time was, gentlemen refrained from the direct insult. Oh, they insulted one another, but with a degree of adroitness and grace that would permit the target a dignified silence, perhaps reinforced by the Cut Direct. “A gentleman is one who never gives offense unintentionally.” Subtlety and indirection in giving offense were considered the distinguishing marks of the gentleman. (Gentlewomen slanged one another with no restraint nor compunction whatsoever, but then, women have always been like that. They still are.)

     Of course, I speak of a time when gentlemen wouldn’t dream of going out of doors without their swords and often responded to a direct insult with an invitation to coffee and pistols at dawn. The prospect imbued the men of that time with a greater degree of circumspection than ours routinely exhibit.

     Those were better days. The men were better men. And there was no World Wide Web. Coincidence? You decide.


     “If there were more bloody noses, there’d be fewer wars.” – Hagbard Celine, in Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson’s Illuminatus!

     I’m getting pretty old. My energies are flagging, yet my obligations and activities continue to increase. Indeed, in all my years I’ve never been busier – and to drive that home, bear in mind that I no longer hold a “regular” job. At some point, I’ll have to sacrifice something.

     The volume of reader commentary here is considerable. Most of it doesn’t appear; I find it insulting, whether to me or to a Co-contributor, and delete it. The process isn’t physically tiring, but dealing with such comments is nevertheless a wearying thing.

     Near to the end of his blogging at USS Clueless, Steven Den Beste commented wryly that one who gives out free ice cream will eventually meet persons who complain about the narrow choice of flavors and the absence of whipped cream and sprinkles. “Free ice cream” became an idiom, a way of describing the emissions of us unpaid opinion mongers. Other bloggers who decided to lay it down would often comment to the effect that they’d run out of ice cream.

     But some of those retired bloggers didn’t run out. Some just got tired of other people pissing on it. Too negative an ROI endured for too long simply bankrupted them. There’s a moral in there, somewhere.

     Have a nice day.

Pearls of expression.

Marco Rubio is a young man with a great future behind him.

Comment by RCV on "Victim of the Immigration Right-Wing. The destruction of Marco Rubio over a single-issue is a moral and political disaster." By Paul Kengor, American Spectator, 3/18/16.