Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Beloved Franklin, American patriot.

The Venona Project constituted the definitive proof of the massive extent of Soviet espionage activities in America, which for many decades had been routinely denied by many mainstream journalists and historians, and it also played a crucial secret role in dismantling that hostile spy network during the late 1940s and 1950s. But Venona was nearly snuffed out just a year after its birth. In 1944 Soviet agents became aware of the crucial code-breaking effort, and soon afterwards arranged for the Roosevelt White House to issue a directive ordering the project shut down and all efforts to uncover Soviet spying abandoned. The only reason that Venona survived, allowing us to later reconstruct the fateful politics of that era, was that the determined Military Intelligence officer in charge of the project risked a court-martial by directly disobeying the explicit Presidential order and continuing his work.[1]
But Joe McCarthy was some kind of low life for daring to ask why so many communists were employed by the federal government. Yes, that was "McCarthyism" when what we really ought to talk about is "dishonest, manufactured, diversionary, anti-McCarthy hysteria."

Notes
[1] "American Pravda: Secrets of Military Intelligence." By Ron Unz, The Unz Review, 6/12/19.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Fighting The Incentives

     I’ve written frequently about the importance of structural and institutional incentives in determining the behavior of organizations. In that connection, David L. Burkhead cites one of Milton Friedman’s most insightful and important statements:

     Incentives aren’t quite omnipotent, but they come as close as any sociopolitical force known to Man. Powerful incentives to do the right thing – as Dr. Friedman said in the above, by making it the profitable thing – could make an evil creature reconsider his malice. Inversely, powerful incentives to do the wrong thing could make a saint behave like the lowest of demons. The incentives built into the laws and instantiated in America’s governments beckon the Rulers to peculation and tyranny while urging deceit and dissimulation upon the Ruled.

     That makes the emergence of persons who fight the incentives and triumph over them a remarkable development, something to be noted and analyzed. Particularly deserving of attention is the rise of a champion among them, one who can rally them around him sufficiently that the incentives and those who’ve engineered them are overturned.


     To lead off, let’s peer over Kurt Schlichter’s shoulder at one individual who’d rather “go with the flow” despite the contradiction to his supposed “principles:”

     “Civility and decency” is the common refrain within the [David] French Fredocon Legion. Understand that the civility and decency requirement applies only to us, and it operates only to restrict our ability to accurately describe and aggressively fight our enemies. It does not apply to our betters’ conduct toward us. Look at their last three years of attacks on Donald Trump and we who support him – super civil and super decent, right? My Twitter feed is an endless series of vicious tweets from libs and True ConservativesTM telling me what an awful, awful person I am for thinking that we should jam that same civility and decency right back down their collective throat.

     French himself recently dubbed us the “gutter right” in a tweet, wherein he also described himself as a “real man.” Peak cringe aside, I’m pretty sure “gutter” is not a term of civility or decency, but then the rules never apply to protect us, only to restrain us. Remember, you are morally obligated to lose for some reason. Anyway, this utter nonsense is why we should ignore the Priss Platoon’s rules and do whatever we have to do to protect our liberty and property.

     In this case, “the flow” is the availability of a platform and financial backing. David French is an Establishmentarian who’s “done a corner” in being a “conservative in opposition.” He has no experience with being “on the winning side” and would have to scramble for a perch to pontificate from. The same could be said of many figures on the NeverTrump pseudo-Right. They vilify President Trump and his supporters despite Trump’s extraordinary record of successes because of the incentives that apply to their positions.

     It’s not my way to be quite as scathing as Schlichter. I know the power of incentives. I know how much resolve, how much fortitude it takes to oppose them. It takes a stronger-than-average man with a character of adamant. There aren’t many of those in politics, neither inside the corridors of power nor peering into them and commenting about them.


     President Trump is fighting the incentives. He could have quadrupled his wealth by playing the game the way the rest of the Rulers’ wealthy supporters do it. He chose a different course. It’s already cost him heavily in several dimensions. Yet he fights on. More significant yet, he’s been winning consistently. He’s attracted a growing base of support not only for his policies but for his supposedly uncouth methods as well.

     We who support President Trump face a weaker but still significant array of disincentives. We must bear with being demeaned and slandered by our opponents, including those in the media. Many have faced personal penalties of various kinds for being candid about their positions. We must endure the denigrations of those such as David French, to whom many once looked for the articulation of their positions and sentiments. It’s a lot to cope with.

     Nevertheless, we have found our champion. We’ve stood behind him despite the disincentives, and we’ll remain there for as long as he faithfully carries our standard.

     In consequence, the incentives are changing. Relentlessly and implacably, Donald Trump is changing them. With each new Trump Administration success, it’s slowly becoming more profitable – politically, economically, and socially – to be with him than against him.

     Ask the president of Mexico if you disbelieve. Ask the queen of England and the prime minister of Japan. Ask the panjandrums of Western Europe who continue to dismiss him as a passing phenomenon, and the satraps of Eastern Europe who’ve already seen the light.

     Look at the array of losers and nonentities who hope to contest the presidency against him next year. You can learn a lot about a man from the stature and character of his enemies. This lineup tells a revealing tale – and it’s not in their favor. Not one of them has a morsel of Trump’s moxie. Should the Democrats nominate one of them, Trump might take every state but California and New York.

     Things are changing.


     The lesson, of course, is that there are greater and larger “institutions,” each capable of setting out its own incentives. The largest “institution” of all, the American electorate, had its say in 2016, is being rewarded for its decision, and is responding to those rewards. The lesser institutions of the Deep State / permanent government, the big donors, the unions, and the media have struggled to stem the tide. To be fair, their resistance has partially stanched the flow in Trump’s favor. Even so, he’s out-muscling them to a thunder of cheering from ordinary Americans.

     Politically, election results outweigh the incentive structures of lesser institutions, as long as those results are honest and honored. That points directly to the battlefield that’s genuinely critical for the 2020 election and those beyond it. Draw the moral.

The Diversity.

The lovely ladies of Baltimore..

Monday, June 10, 2019

A Correction, For Whoever Cares

     In the past, when one of my novels has been mentioned in the Ace of Spades Sunday Book Thread, it’s been a modest stimulus to sales. Not this time, I’m afraid – and the reason grieves me deeply. Here’s what Oregon Muse, the Book Thread’s proprietor, had to say in announcing the availability of The Wise and the Mad:

     Available on Kindle for $3.99.Or you can get the entire collection for $6.99. This also includes The Athene Academy Collection, which consists of 3 novelettes.

     I have to warn you that these novels are rated NC-17 for sexual content. And if you're unfamiliar with the word 'futanari', you'd best not google it. Especially not images. I'm dead serious about this. Because what you see cannot be unseen. Francis has written other books that aren't quite so hardcore, for example the 'Realm of Essences' series, the first of which is Chosen One, which I've mentioned on an earlier book two three years ago.

     I can’t imagine what Oregon Muse was thinking. There’s virtually no explicit sex in any of my futanari series novels. I can only hope he hasn’t read them, because if he did, there’s no excuse for what he wrote above. Those three novels took me three years and a lot of painstaking effort to write.

     I have no idea what to do about this, but I’m definitely not happy about it.

Nationalism And Political Ecology

     There are many lenses through which to view and assess political developments. Some aren’t employed nearly as often as seems appropriate.

     Political systems exist in a competitive ecology in which proximity plays an important role. The proximity of the European nation-states made competition among them intense and often violent. The distance between the United States and other nation-states, throughout most of its history, meant that it lacked serious national political competition. That made the internal competition of states and counties more important to its political evolution than it would otherwise have been.

     The suppression of internal competition by the U.S. federal government’s steady consolidation of power is a great part of why competition among the states is of dwindling importance. Various persons and interests have attempted the same sort of coup in Europe; the steady crumbling of the “European Union” suggests that they might yet fail. Yet the aims and maneuverings of ruling-class statists have not changed.


     In the Foreword to Freedom’s Scion, I wrote:

     Other prominent science fiction writers have delved into the possibilities of a society that’s resolved that there shall be no State. However, none of the ones with which I’m familiar address the sociodynamics of such a society: the forces that would shape its development, with special emphasis on those that would tend to tear it from its founding premise. For me, that’s the really fascinating thing about anarchism. You see, it’s been tried, with varying degrees of longevity and success, many times in the history of Man. Yet there are no anarchic societies left on Earth as I write this foreword.

     Well, except for one: the whole of the human race.

     The States of Earth exist in an anarchic relation to one another. Each has its own regional code of law, which might differ markedly from all the others. Despite several thrusts at the matter over the centuries, there is no “super-State” to enforce a uniform code of law over them all. More, they view one another as competitors in many different areas; their populations and institutions are often in sharp economic competition with one another. Thus, they are often at odds. They resolve important disputes among them through negotiation or warfare.

     Yet individuals manage to move among them with a fair degree of facility and (usually) little risk. Cross-border trade is commonplace, in some places torrential. Though wars are frequent, they seldom result in major alterations to the overall political pattern. The uber-anarchy of Terrestrial society exhibits more stability than one would expect from two hundred well armed, quarrelsome States, each of which perpetually schemes at snatching some advantage at another’s expense.

     I’m not the first to note this seeming paradox – or what follows it with a dreary predictability. In his book The Rape of the APE, Allan Sherman – yes, that Allan Sherman – wrote this about government, the “geejy bird:”

     Every government is a geejy bird.

     The geejy bird is a strange creature; it flies only once in its lifetime, but that flight is a spectacle to behold. The geejy bird appears suddenly, standing on a limb, young, elegant, proud, and respectable. Surveying the horizon, it spreads its majestic wings and swoops upward in a wide graceful curve, with magnificent wing flappings, and loud glory whoops. When it reaches maximum altitude, it begins its elegant descent, an ever narrowing spiral. It makes smaller and smaller circles in the sky until, suddenly and mysteriously, it vanishes through its own asshole.

     No one knows where geejy birds go—probably back where they came from. Unfortunately, when they go, they take us along. We are all subjects of one geejy bird or another; we are born and live and die during one of these mad flights. To be born early in the flight is, at least, exciting; the air sparkles with hopes and dreams, and there are worthwhile things to be done. To board the flight in the soaring stage is next best; there is a fresh wind and a feel of strong wings and a dizzying view of the world.

     But what about those of us who are born near the end of the flight? We can’t jump off; the fall would be fatal. In vain we scream, “Turn around, great geejy bird! Turn back in thy flight!” Too late. There is nothing to do but make the best of it. We snap to attention, salute, and begin to sing our stirring anthem. “God Bless Our Geejy Bird!” Together we bravely enter the turd tunnel to oblivion.

     Even the friendliest geejy birds share certain boorish instincts with the disgusting ones. The species is fundamentally predatory. Thus, over a 200-year period the American geejy bird slowly gobbled up all the power it could eat, until it began to look suspiciously like the Louis XIV geejy bird.

     Sometimes I get so mad at government, I could almost become an anarchist—but not quite. In my opinion, anarchy is nothing more than the embryo of government—an inadvertent way to hatch another geejy bird, and there are enough geejy birds already.

     Though crude, Sherman’s characterization has much in common with that of Eighteenth Century historian Alexander Fraser Tytler:

     The average of the world's great civilizations before they decline has been 200 years. These nations have progressed in this sequence:

From bondage to spiritual faith,
From spiritual faith to great courage,
From courage to liberty,
From liberty to abundance,
From abundance to selfishness,
From selfishness to complacency,
From complacency to apathy,
From apathy to dependency,
From dependency back again to bondage.

     That progression should look familiar, Gentle Reader. It’s what every First World nation on Earth has been going through for two centuries.

     Yet there are important differences between present-day conditions and the history down which Tytler had peered. The seminal ones are technological; their consequences have been political, economic, and sociological. In aggregate, they call into question whether the Tytlerian cycle might have been permanently undone – that is, whether the bondage into which we’re descending will allow us another run.


     Those of us with an interest in nanotechnology and what it portends have wondered, on and off, about its effects on political systems. The probable fecundity of nanotech is so high that it might put an effective end to “scarcity economics,” with proportionally great effects upon every aspect of politics and social organization. Several of the important writers on the subject think this a likely development, though I remain unconvinced. In his seminal work Engines of Creation, Eric Drexler speculates on some unpleasant possibilities:

     The state acts and people affect it, yet no one can claim to control it. In totalitarian states, the apparatus of power has a tradition, structure, and inner logic that leaves no one free, neither the rulers nor the ruled. Even kings had to act in ways limited by the traditions of monarchy and the practicalities of power, if they were to remain kings. States are not human, though they are made of humans.

     Despite this, history shows that change is possible, even change for the better. But changes always move from one semi-autonomous, inhuman system to another - equally inhuman but perhaps more humane. In our hope for improvements, we must not confuse states that wear a human face with states that have humane institutions.

     Describing states as quasi-organisms captures only one aspect of a complex reality, yet it suggests how they may evolve in response to the coming breakthroughs. The growth of government power, most spectacular in totalitarian countries, suggests one direction.

     States could become more like organisms by dominating their parts more completely. Using replicating assemblers, states could fill the human environment with miniature surveillance devices. Using an abundance of speech-understanding AI systems, they could listen to everyone without employing half the population as listeners. Using nanotechnology like that proposed for cell repair machines, they could cheaply tranquilize, lobotomize, or otherwise modify entire populations. This would simply extend an all too familiar pattern. The world already holds governments that spy, torture, and drug; advanced technology will merely extend the possibilities.

     But with advanced technology, states need not control people - they could instead simply discard people. Most people in most states, after all, function either as workers, larval workers, or worker-rearers, and most of these workers make, move, or grow things. A state with replicating assemblers would not need such work. What is more, advanced AI systems could replace engineers, scientists, administrators, and even leaders. The combination of nanotechnology and advanced AI will make possible intelligent, effective robots; with such robots, a state could prosper while discarding anyone, or even (in principle) everyone.

     The implications of this possibility depend on whether the state exists to serve the people, or the people exist to serve the state.

     Dr. Drexler poses this last dichotomy in an unprejudiced fashion. Yet it is historically demonstrable that the State, once formed, serves itself first and foremost. Those at the levers of power treat all other considerations as distant secondary priorities, at best. As Orwell put it, the object of power is power – and the State is an instrument of power.


     Never before in recorded history has any entity possessed an effective means for truly controlling human beings. Twentieth Century brainwashing techniques were never better than hit-or-miss. Psychotropic drugs have largely unpredictable effects, and thus are unsuited to a program of social control. Until today the best a totalitarian state could do, de facto, was to compel and prohibit by threat of punishment for noncompliance.

     But things could be changing. Nanotech, artificial intelligence, alloplasty, and drug design are making strides. Governments are seizing upon those tools and others for their own purposes – and those purposes cannot be assumed benign. We are advancing toward the possibility C. S. Lewis delineated in The Abolition of Man:

     Man's conquest of Nature, if the dreams of some scientific planners are realized, means the rule of a few hundreds of men over billions upon billions of men. There neither is nor can be any simple increase of power on Man's side. Each new power won by man is a power over man as well. Each advance leaves him weaker as well as stronger. In every victory, besides being the general who triumphs, he is also the prisoner who follows the triumphal car.

     I am not yet considering whether the total result of such ambivalent victories is a good thing or a bad. I am only making clear what Man's conquest of Nature really means and especially that final stage in the conquest, which, perhaps, is not far off. The final stage is come when Man by eugenics, by pre-natal conditioning, and by an education and propaganda based on a perfect applied psychology, has obtained full control over himself. Human nature will be the last part of Nature to surrender to Man. The battle will then be won. We shall have `taken the thread of life out of the hand of Clotho' and be henceforth free to make our species whatever we wish it to be. The battle will indeed be won. But who, precisely, will have won it?

     For the power of Man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please. In all ages, no doubt, nurture and instruction have, in some sense, attempted to exercise this power. But the situation to which we must look forward will be novel in two respects. In the first place, the power will be enormously increased. Hitherto the plans of educationalists have achieved very little of what they attempted and indeed, when we read them—how Plato would have every infant "a bastard nursed in a bureau", and Elyot would have the boy see no men before the age of seven and, after that, no women,1 and how Locke wants children to have leaky shoes and no turn for poetry—we may well thank the beneficent obstinacy of real mothers, real nurses, and (above all) real children for preserving the human race in such sanity as it still possesses. But the man-moulders of the new age will be armed with the powers of an omnicompetent state and an irresistible scientific technique: we shall get at last a race of conditioners who really can cut out all posterity in what shape they please.

     Feel free to shudder. I did.


     Political competition, the essential facet of the world political ecology, has been greatly weakened by the developments of the Post-World-War-II period. It would be even more dramatically affected by the developments imagined above. The State would cease to have much need for servants. It could comfortably dispense with the great majority of its subjects, as Dr. Drexler has speculated. But they who lust for power would be unsatisfied with a Mankind reduced to the masters of the State. Power requires someone over whom to exercise it; without subjects it’s pointless.

     The decay of the ideals that once animated First World nation-states, the ever more impeded ability of individuals and organizations to move among them, and the aforementioned technological developments have brought about an unprecedented condition. The incentives power-seekers face point them toward a new objective: absolute centralization: a single World State with no constitutional or practical limits on what it can do to its subjects. Competition of the sort that exists among nation-states would cease to exist, and with it the instabilities that torment their Rulers. Ruling Classes would coalesce into a single surviving State. One would either be one of its number, or a Serf.

     Were such a State to acquire the awful powers imagined by Drexler and Lewis, Mankind would thereafter be divided biologically into Rulers and Serfs. The Rulers would be fewer than the Serfs, of course. But the Serfs might not be many. Political competition would be reduced to an internal contest among the Rulers. Serfs would no longer be able to affect it, nor to alter their condition in any other way.

     How likely is any of this? The probability rises with each day that passes, as governments the world around tighten their grip on every aspect of human existence. Note how determined national potentates are to be counted among the Rulers of the largest possible polities; Britain’s Theresa May provides a glaring example. Note how such persons consistently oppose “nationalism:” the maintenance of regional sovereignties with individual characters and political arrangements. Their media handmaidens, all of whom aspire to become Rulers in their time, unanimously deplore and decry nationalist movements and their spokesmen.

     A new frontier must be opened if we are to avert such a calamity. There’s only one direction in which to look.

The Fuller Brush Company.

S.B. Fuller was one of the most successful black entrepreneurs of his time. See Alex's article about him over at Ammo.com:

"S.B. Fuller: The Forgotten History of a Legendary Black American Entrepreneur."

A propos of door-to-door sales, this fellow looks like he has a bright future. What an amazing sense of humor:

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Giveaways Dept.

     Apparently it’s unacceptable for an American president to be gracious toward the Queen of England…if that president is Donald Trump:

     CNN rolled out chief international correspondent Clarissa Ward to argue that Trump was polite to the queen not because being polite to the queen is something heads of state should do but “perhaps he likes the idea of being a king.”

     On your mark, get set, groupthink: CNN international correspondent Max Foster followed up by repeating the same idea, “He likes the idea of being a king, which would explain why he’s so reverential in the palace environment.”

     CNN White House correspondent Kate Bennett echoed the idea with the message of the day, saying that although it was no big deal when previous presidents brought their children to meet the British monarch, “the president perhaps sees his children as American royalty or this is sort of our equivalent … the equivalency, which, you know, it’s not at all how we operate in America.”

     This isn’t reporting. It isn’t even “analysis,” the way journos take a drop or morsel of news and make it into a banquet of opinion. It’s practicing mind reading without a license. If President Trump said, “I like people,” Brooke Baldwin and Jim Acosta would pop up on CNN to somberly warn us, more in sorrow than in anger, that our president has just admitted he was a cannibal.

     Leftists are unanimous that President Trump shall be brought low. No means that might assist them in that effort, including mealy-mouthed nonsense such as is exemplified above, is out of bounds. And the major media, virtually without exception, are fully committed to that undertaking.

     Such badmouthing of Trump has descended into risibility. These miscreants can no longer conceal the personal hatred they hold for the man who thwarted their fantasies about a Progressive Century led by the First Woman President. Yet these are the people claiming that Trump is an agent of division who’s busily spreading “hate.”

     Among other things, they need a refresher in English grammar and syntax. Hate is a verb. The correct word would be hatred…though the assertion would remain utterly false.

An Active Congress is a Dangerous Congress

One of the factors that got Truman elected in 1948 was his denigration of the "Do-Nothing Congress". It was believed by many voters that Congress had to ACT, to get bills passed, in order for the USA's economy to fully recover.

At this time, many in the Congress are similarly impatient about lack of action. From candidate after candidate, all you hear is what Congress needs to DO - that is, pass legislation. According to Leftists, that will completely solve all problems. They are like toddlers with a hammer - EVERYTHING looks like a nail.

At this link, The Silicon Graybeard explains why some legislation not only doesn't help, but may actively hinder, years after it was passed.

One state has jettisoned all of its regulatory rules - Idaho. It happened because of a fractured legislature, but it gives Idaho an opportunity to lessen the heavy hand of government. A Federal Sunset Provision on regulations every 10 years or so would do more for freedom than just about any election.


Deplatforming Has Morphed Into Unpersoning

     Consider this prime example:

     A libertarian high school student was surprised to see that his photo had been left out of his high school yearbook, while Communist ideologue Karl Max’s had made it in.

     Aryeh Rohde, a senior at a Clinton, Washington high school, “was excited to look through his yearbook with friends.” But “he soon realized his photo wasn’t published,” 770 KTTH reports.

     “But then, flipping further, about page 99 in our yearbook, and the bottom right corner there’s a picture of Karl Marx. You know the father of communism!” Rohde told the radio station

     Outrageous enough? Not by a country mile:

     Rohde said he has complained to the school administration numerous times but his complaints have been waved aside. “Basically everyone in the office, and every time I do, they’re just like ‘Oh Aryeh, be the bigger man, you’re better than this! You don’t have to pursue this!’ and they always try to push it under the rug to make sure nothing happens,” he said.

     They can’t liquidate us yet – but they can try to erase us from the records, and intimidate us out of protesting. Watch for it in the supposedly public institutions near you.

One of these days, thought Winston with sudden deep conviction, Syme will be vaporized. He is too intelligent. He sees too clearly and speaks too plainly. The Party does not like such people. One day he will disappear. It is written in his face.

[George Orwell, 1984]

When You’re For Death, You’re For Death All the Way

     …even if that requires you to bully and vilify a thirteen-year-old girl:

     Fascist Americans now think it’s okay to shout down a 13-year old child standing up for the unborn. The young girl, Addison Woosley is courageous and they are bullies. They could learn from the child.

     The young anti-abortion activist, was jeered incessantly during a speech after about 02:13 on the Facebook clip in which she called on the city to ban abortion and be a “sanctuary city for the unborn,” according to the Raleigh News & Observer.

     “Abortion should be illegal because it’s murder,” she began. “The definition of murder is the killing of one human being by another.”

     The Death Cultists know who their most dangerous enemies are:

     Despite pleas from many for the gallery to be quiet during the girl’s address, the abuse continued. “You’re a baby!” another person screamed at the child, after she described, in detail, the aborting of a live human being.

     But the disrespect did not just come from the gallery. Shockingly, as the last pro-life speaker, David Buboltz, took the stand, one of the council members, Stef Mendell, turned her back on him and refused to listen.

     Buboltz, who was wearing a shirt with an unborn baby on it that read “I am going to be murdered tomorrow!” was furious.

     “First I would like to say that, Stef Mendell, it is disgusting that you would turn your back on us and on these babies,” he said in an impassioned address to the council. “It is. It isn’t disrespectful to me. It is disrespectful to my God. And my God is all powerful. The Almighty God, the one who created the universe. You will stand accountable.”

     That’s a kind of accountability the Death Cultists can do nothing about. It’s why so many of them “play ostrich” by denying the reality of God and the afterlife. Shouting Him down is impossible.

     But more to the point, 13-year-old Addison Woosley was demonstrating to her peers that it’s possible and sensible to think for themselves, to differ with the “authorities” who’ve propagandized them, and to draw logical inferences from objective information. The entirety of the “public” school system is set up to batter the independence of mind out of our kids. John Dewey said so explicitly, and who would be a more reliable “authority” than he, the father of contemporary “education?”

A Bit of Fun

     There’s a “Straight Pride” event planned for later this year, in Boston. The organizers are apparently both wise and playful, as they’ve resisted the temptation to take themselves too seriously:

     By now you have heard all about the Straight Pride Parade in Boston. A lot of people are offended by a bunch of straight men marching for heterosexuals, but we love it and hope it puts a black mark on the fascist PC playbook.

     We post to Facebook and are afraid to mention the Grand Marshall’s name — he has been BANNED for LIFE! No mention of his name is allowed. So we have his photo here and it’s labeled:

     Milo should be proud. He’s the perfect choice, and I have no doubt he’ll twirl the SP baton with the appropriate majesty.

     Never let "them," whoever and wherever "they" may be, take your sense of humor from you.

Political Ransom

     The people of Britain expressed themselves in a referendum a few years back: They want out of “Europe,” politically, and want to see a clean break for the sake of British sovereignty. The Eurofascists in Brussels, however, dislike the idea and are trying to discourage it:

     Boris Johnson, the leading candidate to succeed Theresa May as Britain’s next prime minister, said he would withhold a previously agreed 39 billion pound Brexit payment until the European Union gives Britain better exit terms.

     The EU has repeatedly said it will not reopen discussion of the Brexit transition deal it reached with May last year, which British lawmakers have rejected three times, prompting May to announce her resignation earlier this month….

     “I always thought it was extraordinary that we should agree to write that entire cheque before having a final deal. In getting a good deal, money is a great solvent and a great lubricant,” Johnson told the Sunday Times.

     Britain is due to leave the EU on Oct. 31. If Parliament does not approve a deal - and the government does not ask the EU for another delay - there risks being major economic disruption from a disorderly departure.

     At least Johnson is showing some spine by withholding the ransom before the kidnappee is returned to its parents. But what’s wrong with Parliament issuing a simple “We’re out” statement and reinstituting British laws and customs without further adieu? You know, the way it was done here;

     When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation….

     Recognize it? You should.

Conversations

     WARNING: This one isn’t funny. Player #1, an angry feminist, had just said that men are by nature oppressors and exploiters of women.

FWP: I must differ, dear. The great majority of men—
Angry Feminist: You don’t know me, Francis, so don’t call me “dear.”
FWP: Well, then how about “bitch?” Does “bitch” work for you?

     There came a loud chorus of gasps from those listening.

Angry Feminist: How dare you! I—
FWP: You nothing. I’m not going to permit you or any of your fellow traveler misandrists to dictate what I may and may not say. You’re an evil bitch who wants to provoke suspicion and hostility between the sexes, and what you just did is proof. So don’t bother trying to bully me out of my preferred locutions, because I will not have it!

     The conversation ended rather abruptly at that point, which was just as well.

     It wasn’t an argument, as we had absolutely opposed aims. I was trying to promote civility and an ethic of trust-by-default. She was straining to evoke as much discord between the sexes as she could. She bet that she could score against me by lowering the tone. I saw her bet and raised. She folded.

     And yes: I’d do it again. (I never said I was a “nice guy.” Perish the thought!) See also this interesting bit of news from Puerto Rico.

Saturday, June 8, 2019

By Way Of Atonement

     I’m feeling a touch guilty about something that happened yesterday. I mentioned it – without names other than my own – in this announcement. I was unfairly brusque with the gentleman who called to inquire about advertising at Liberty’s Torch, for an essentially petty reason: his call came while I was watching a movie. So as compensation for my rudeness, I’ll put an ad for him right here, as a one-time thing:

     Apologies for being such a cad yesterday, David.

Concepts, Conceits, And Physical Laws

     “It’s better not to know so much than to know so much that isn’t so.” – Originator unknown, but frequently attributed to humorist Kin Hubbard

     Mankind is a limited species. We are capable within those limits, but incapable outside them. People forget this rather frequently – usually when it would satisfy their most cherished fantasies if it were not so. Some of the folks most frequently guilty of imagining themselves unlimited, at least within a particular demesne, work in science or technology.

     Consider, if you will, a phrase often bandied about, sometimes in a sarcastic or humorous fashion: “Does it violate the laws of physics?” Smith might reply in this fashion to Jones, when Jones objects to a proposal of Smith’s. The implication, of course, is that if what Smith has suggested doesn’t violate the laws of physics, then it’s possible at the very least.

     (Yes, many things are possible in theory but aren’t doable in practice. But that’s not what I’m driving at here. Bear with me.)

     What is the subtext of Smith’s riposte to Jones? Only this: “You and I both know the laws of physics well enough to be aware that what I’ve proposed lies within them.” Among scientists and technologists, that subtext usually goes unchallenged. That’s a pity.


     The suggestion that the spatiotemporal universe we inhabit is “governed” by “laws” is an assumption, a premise required for the orderly investigation of natural phenomena. It’s been a generally trustworthy assumption since Francis Bacon. However, it underpins a form of conceit that’s had as much of a retarding influence on the accumulation of human knowledge as any set of taboos.

     Breakthroughs in the hard sciences are achieved mostly by young researchers. Such persons are more willing to challenge what “everyone knows” than their elders. The elders serve the cause of scientific advancement by forcing the young upstarts to prove their contentions. I use the word prove not in the mathematical sense of establishing a truth impervious to contradiction, but in the observational sense: the demonstration that some phenomenon does not conform to the “laws of physics” as the elders imagine them.

     The universe does indeed seem to obey a set of “laws of physics.” However, the further we probe into the realms of the very large, the very small, and the very fast, the more likely it seems that we don’t really know those laws in absolute, all-encompassing, perfect-precision exactitude. As we’re too limited a species to go beyond certain magnitudes, my contention is that we never will.

     The true scientist is aware of the nature of true science: a realm of observation, inference, hypothecation, and experimental design in which a theory can be disproved but never proved beyond all possibility of subsequent contradiction. He hopes not for absolute knowledge but for confidence: an ever-increasing set of confirmations of the theories he propounds about the laws of Nature. That confidence arises from success in predicting the outcomes of relevant, well designed experiments.

     Such a scientist must remain faithful to Socrates’ Dictum: “Only one thing do I know, and that is that I know nothing.” To abandon that post is to leave off being a scientist and become a dogmatist.


     This comes to mind today because of this article about the EmDrive:

     SINCE THE BIRTH of the space age, the dream of catching a ride to another solar system has been hobbled by the “tyranny of the rocket equation,” which sets hard limits on the speed and size of the spacecraft we sling into the cosmos. Even with today’s most powerful rocket engines, scientists estimate it would take 50,000 years to reach our closest interstellar neighbor, Alpha Centauri. If humans ever hope to see an alien sunrise, transit times will have to drop significantly.

     Of the advanced propulsion concepts that could theoretically pull that off, few have generated as much excitement—and controversy—as the EmDrive. First described nearly two decades ago, the EmDrive works by converting electricity into microwaves and channeling this electromagnetic radiation through a conical chamber. In theory, the microwaves can exert force against the walls of the chamber to produce enough thrust to propel a spacecraft once it’s in space. At this point, however, the EmDrive exists only as a laboratory prototype, and it’s still unclear whether it’s able to produce thrust at all. If it does, the forces it generates aren’t strong enough to be registered by the naked eye, much less propel a spacecraft.

     I’m eager for the results of the tests proposed for the EmDrive. I hope it demonstrates thrust without reaction for two reasons. First, it’s every science-fiction writer’s dream that reactionless propulsion be possible and achievable. Without it, we’re probably stuck in this solar system. But second and more important, it would reveal that one of the “laws of physics” – the conservation of momentum – comes with a codicil that begins “except for…” and goes on to state circumstances where it doesn’t apply as we’ve understood it lo! these many moons. That would be a true advance in the science of physics.

     What are the odds? I have no idea; I’m not conversant with the mechanisms underlying the EmDrive. If I had to place a bet, it would be on the conservation of momentum. In other words, I’d say the observed thrust is probably an illusory effect. But science requires that I be open to the possibility that the EmDrive will really work as proposed.

     It really comes down to a concept – and a word – that scientists cordially detest and strive to avoid with all their might:

     Not that the count was a drone. At last reports, he had been involved in some highly esoteric tampering with the Haertel equations—that description of the space-time continuum which, by swallowing up the Lorentz-Fitzgerald contraction exactly as Einstein had swallowed Newton (that is, alive), had made interstellar flight possible. Ruiz-Sanchez did not understand a word of it, but, he reflected with amusement, it was doubtless perfectly simple once you understood it.
     Almost all knowledge, after all, fell into that category. It was either perfectly simple once you understood it, or else it fell apart into fiction. As a Jesuit—even here, fifty light-years from Rome—Ruiz-Sanchez knew something about knowledge that Lucien le Comte des Bois-d’Averoigne had forgotten, and that Cleaver would never learn: that all knowledge goes through both stages, the annunciation out of noise into fact, and the disintegration back into noise again. The process involved was the making of increasingly finer distinctions. The outcome was an endless series of theoretical catastrophes.
     The residuum was faith.

     [James Blish, A Case of Conscience]

     Food for thought…and for humility.

The most devious political dirty trick in American history.

Nothing less:
But Clinton’s campaign, in concert with the Democratic Party and through their shared law firm, funded Christopher Steele’s unverified dossier which, it turns out, falsely portrayed Republican Donald Trump as a treasonous asset colluding with Russian President Vladimir Putin to hijack the U.S. election.

Steele went to the FBI to get an investigation started and then leaked the existence of the investigation, with the hope of sinking Trump’s presidential aspirations.

On its face, it is arguably the most devious political dirty trick in American history and one of the most overt intrusions of a foreigner into a U.S. election.[1]

Notes
[1] "Hillary Clinton's Russia Collusion IOU: The Answers She Owes America." By John Solomon, The Hill, 6/3/19, republished in "Solomon: Time To Hold Hillary Accountable." By Tyler Durden, ZeroHedge, 6/5/19 (emphasis added).

Friday, June 7, 2019

An Announcement

     Some time ago, I made a mistake: In my capacity as Liberty’s Torch’s administrator, I accepted an unpaid ad for a commercial concern. I’ve since taken it down. It was a lapse in judgment on my part to agree to it. The World Wide Web has far too much advertising on it already. I should not have added to it.

     About an hour and a half ago, I received a phone call, on my domestic phone, from another company that wanted to advertise at Liberty’s Torch. I can’t imagine why. as we have an average daily readership of barely 300 persons. As the call came in the middle of something I would have preferred to go uninterrupted, I was uncharitably brusque with the caller; I told him simply that “We don’t accept advertising,” and hung up at once.

     Where did the caller get my domestic phone number? I haven’t made it public. It’s not listed in any directory I know of. To be called at home by someone I don’t know, for commercial reasons I disapprove, is no more welcome than being interrupted at dinner by a call from a telemarketer.

     What did this event portend? Will I be receiving still more calls from other would-be advertisers? Requests to post public-service pitches or event announcements? I wouldn’t like that. So I’m making Liberty’s Torch’s “No Advertising” policy quite explicit, as you can see from the sidebar.

     Peace, quiet and privacy are hard to come by these days. However my phone number may have gotten to the aforementioned caller, I sincerely hope he forgets it at once – and never reveals it to anyone else.

All my best,
Fran

Evangelists Of A Different Stripe

     The world simply abounds with coincidences. Here’s a passage from my latest novel:

     “What’s the suit about?”
     “The usual crap,” Pargeter said. “Discrimination against gays. One of their bigwigs applied for a franchise from her company. She turned him down, and that triggered the suit.”
     “Which group are we talking about?” Desjardins said.
     “Inclusivity.”
     Desjardins’ face darkened. “Oh. That’s heap big bad news for MacLachlan. They’re weasels.”
     “Underhanded?”
     “Yeah. And when they bite, they don’t let go.”
     Pargeter grunted. “You know anything else about their policies and practices?”
     “Oh yeah. They proselytize. They seek out teen boys and young men and pitch gay sex and the gay life to them. ‘Can’t knock it if you haven’t tried it, lots easier than dealing with women’s crap,’ that sort of thing. Last year they actually managed to get into the San Fran schools. Caused a hell of a noise, for a while.”

     I did not know and would not have guessed that at least one homosexual-activist group exists that does that very thing:

     GLSEN? What's that? I'm glad you asked! GLSEN is a group of weirdos, perverts and communists (but I repeat myself) who want to push homosexuality on kindergartners in school. They're very fine people, that I can tell you! Normal and well-adjusted folks, just like you and me!

     Johnson and Johnson also supports this twisted group. Remember that the next time you're shopping. Here's a screen shot of some of GLSEN's work.

     Please read the whole thing – and remember: the great majority of avowed homosexuals claim they have no choice about their sexual orientation and would not have chosen it for themselves. Yet here we have a group laboring to persuade impressionable young kids to choose it.

     Draw your own conclusions.


     The Wise and the Mad is about the obligations and limitations of human tolerance. I proceeded, thematically, from two quotes by the great William Blake. If you don’t know him or his work, here’s a sample many will immediately recognize:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

     Blake wasn’t merely a poetic genius. The opening stanza above notes – even celebrates – the terrible beauty of a lethally destructive beast, one whose predations could not be tolerated among humans. But the poem isn’t a paean to that deadly yet glorious beauty. It’s a speculation upon the ways and motives of the Almighty that reaches its apogee in this line:

     Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

     Note that Lamb is capitalized. I didn’t do it; Blake did. Think about that while I pour my fourth cup of cardiac starter fluid.


     Some time ago, I wrote about the detriments that pertain to male homosexuality. In my well researched, carefully thought out opinion, that sexual orientation is a cross to be borne and not a path to any degree of personal fulfillment. If I’m correct, then to choose a homosexual life path would mark the man who does so as seriously disordered. His attempts to persuade others to adopt it would indict him, in my eyes at least, as a villain.

     Nevertheless, note that my essay concludes thus:

     Homosexual behavior ought not to be illegal; nothing that involves only competent adults who've given their informed consent is a fit subject for the law. But this does not preclude a sober attitude toward the easily observed consequences of male homosexual behavior. It certainly does not preclude an attempt to protect one's children from the negatives that accompany homosexuality.

     The many factual citations in Warden’s essay are among the negatives I had in mind, though I name others as well. What, then, are we to make of a homosexual-evangelist group that attempts to lure the youngest and most impressionable Americans into that lifestyle? Were your young male children in the sights of such evangelists, what would you be moved to do?

     That question is for you to ask yourself. I don’t need to hear the answer.


     Here are the two William Blake quotes I mentioned above:

Wise men see outlines, and therefore draw them.
– William Blake, Songs of Innocence –

Mad men see outlines, and therefore draw them.
– William Blake, Songs of Experience –

     An outline is a boundary. It divides what’s inside it from what’s outside it. In the conceptual realm, it distinguishes the members of a category from all those things that are not members. In the realm of human experience and intercourse, it can separate persons into groups toward which varying attitudes must be maintained.

     The wise man must know when to see an outline and when to disregard what he sees. The mad man lacks or disregards such wisdom.

     The wise man sees an outline of sorts that divides heterosexuals from homosexuals. It normally has no real import, despite the Sturm und Drang that’s raged around the subject. A homosexual has all the rights that pertain to any heterosexual, and it is the obligation of a decent person to respect those rights. The mad man regards that outline differently. Some regard it as a justification for persecution.

     The wise man sees another outline as well: one that divides evangelists from the rest of us. Evangelism isn’t inherently objectionable. (At least I hope so, or what would you be doing reading my bloviations?) But when evangelism is mated to a destructive set of choices and behaviors, the outline becomes far more significant, one to be treated with the wariness appropriate to a sentry in wartime. Once again, the mad man regards that outline differently. Some regard it indifferently.

     Where do you see the outline that encloses evangelists for male homosexuality, Gentle Reader?


     The nature of social order can be summed up in a single question: What must we tolerate, and what must we not? On some subjects (e.g., murder, rape, kidnapping, theft, fraud) the consensus must be enforced by law. On others it can be left to the individual. But in every case the wise man ponders the relevant outline and asks:

  • What belongs within it?
  • What consequences would it have if it were “let loose?”
  • Could society tolerate those consequences?

     In the matter of homosexual evangelism, Americans must reach their own individual conclusions. The First Amendment protects the practice legally. That doesn’t mean that you and I must give it unfettered access to our institutions.

     Food for thought.

You Might NOT Want to Give Them a Kiss

Kay Jewelers, that is, whose slogan, Every Kiss Begins with Kay, is a nationwide company.

Whose Statesville, NC, store just shot itself in the foot, when the staff forbid a local deputy, in uniform, from entering the store on his lunch hour to make a purchase for his wife.

His crime? Wearing the gun that he was required to while in uniform.

DO let the Kay people know just how much you hate the action of their store personnel, won't you? The Kay Contact page is here - and, at the moment, the Chat queues are full (might that be with "Deplorables" expressing their concern about this corporate action?).


Thursday, June 6, 2019

The Cultural Front In The Identity Wars

     “Shucks,” Duke told them, “didn’t you know? The boss likes statues.”
     “Really?” Jill answered. “I don’t see any sculpture around.”
     “The stuff he likes mostly isn’t for sale. He says the crud they make nowadays looks like disaster in a junk yard and any idiot with a blow torch and astigmatism calls himself a sculptor.”

     [Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land ]

     I listen to a great deal of music, from a wide variety of genres and styles. Many a Gentle Reader would find it odd that I enjoy Chopin, Bach, Beethoven, Gershwin, Prokofiev’s concerti, Stravinski’s major works, the early Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Dave Grusin, Diana Krall, Tony Bennett, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Gordon Lightfoot, Tom Rush, Loreena McKennitt, Andreas Vollenweider, Led Zeppelin, the Mothers of Invention, Glass Hammer, Donna Summer, modern “trance” – thanks a lot, Dystopic / Thales! — and 2Cellos’ and the Harp Twins’ covers of AC / DC and Guns’N’Roses hits. Still, that’s the reality. I have my favorites, of course, but I exclude very few musical genres as such.

     (Don’t mention Schönberg, Philip Glass, or John Cage if you want to stay friends. There are limits.)

     What I find most appealing in music is the sense of order it conveys. The composition itself needn’t be entirely pleasing to the ear as long as I can find order and thematic unity in it. Stravinski’s “Rite of Spring” is at many points dissonant, but it’s an exalting piece to listen to because of the conceptual unity it expresses. Classical music is almost entirely about the development of such order. Bach is probably the best known expositor of a meticulous, almost mathematical approach to such development, but it’s characteristic of all the great European composers of that era.

     Order and discipline are features of all the great art and artists of pre-World Wars Europe. Classical-era artists of every sort found the rules that defined their chosen art form a challenge to be met rather than fetters to be broken. The lawless, chaotic “art” that characterized the century behind us grew from the senselessness of its many internecine struggles: military, economic, cultural, and social.

     The decline of “artists” willing to accept the disciplines of classical art forms correlates well with the loss of other social norms such as public peace and civility. Cause or effect? Your Curmudgeon reports; you decide.


     Brett Stevens has an idea:

     It turns out that blasting classical music at outsiders alienates them and induces them to vacate the premises:
     Classical music is being played at Hull’s railway station in a bid to reduce anti-social behaviour. The company said that the same move at Cleethorpes station had seen “complaints of anti-social behaviour reduced by around 75%”. “We probably used to have about 20 to 25 youths on the station each night and now we’d be lucky to get two or three.”
They react to the strong signal of Western European style order and balance. It also makes it clear that this is not a space for them, but for us.

     Delightful! I had no idea it could be that simple. Of course, there was always the possibility that the miscreants would turn on the “offending” establishment and trash it, but apparently that hasn’t happened. And apparently – much to the displeasure of the multiculturalists – it also works here in the U.S.:

     Indeed, playing classical music to clear out public spaces is an act of supreme elitism: an attempt to “civilize” a space by making it unpleasant to people whose tastes differ from your own.

     Early attempts in this direction date to the mid-1980s, when a 7-Eleven began playing music in the parking lot as a deterrent to the crowds of teenagers congregating there. Plenty of stores continue to use the technique, and other examples have been cropping up sporadically ever since. In 2001, police in West Palm Beach, Fla., blasted Mozart and Beethoven on a crime-ridden street corner and saw incidents dwindle dramatically. In 2010, the transit authority in Portland, Ore., began playing classical music at light-rail stops, and calls to police dropped.

     I love it – and not just because of the music.


     I’m going to repeat a story you may have seen here before. It’s not about music but about order: the sense of a necessary pattern that must be observed for something to “make sense.”

     On the way back from another errand I’d stopped at a local shopping center for something or other. As I parked I spied a knot of teenagers congregated in front of the strip mall. One of them was eating handfuls of something from a plastic bag. As I debarked he dropped the empty bag on the sidewalk, though there was a garbage can less than six feet away.

     Being a terrible martinet and a scold of the first water, I said nothing. I merely walked up to the young litterer, stooped, grabbed his trash and stuffed it into the garbage can with emphasis, glaring at him all the while. Now, I’m not large – about 5’7”, 160 lb – and this young ruffian towered over me. But his face turned as white as if I’d leveled a gun at him.

     “I was going to do that,” he stammered.

     I shook my head and entered the store. The clerk, who had witnessed the event, said plaintively that what I had done was “very brave.”

     Why did she say that? What I did wasn’t brave at all. The kid couldn’t have hurt me, though he didn’t know that. What he did know was what he saw: I had asserted a rule of public order that he knew about but had casually flouted. Perhaps no one in his experience had ever done such a thing. That someone had dared to assert that rule visibly struck terror into him.

     That young man was white, and probably of European descent. In all probability his upbringing had included admonitions not to litter or deface public places. But his cultural identity was one that celebrates the flouting of the rules of public order as I – and likely he – had learned them.

     Order reasserted in the face of flagrant disorder is terrifying to the agents of chaos.


     As with a wide variety of musical tastes, there are limits. We can’t demand that all men go about in suits and ties any longer, nor that all women dress as modestly as urban American women did in the Fifties. But we can impose a perimeter on public deportment, and one of the instruments available to us is great traditional European art, especially music. It’s less about “driving the invaders away” than about enforcing tolerable norms in public spaces.

     Not to mention that substituting Chopin for the mind-numbing crap that assaults one’s ears in most retail establishments would bring a tremendous improvement to commercial civility, n’est-ce pas?