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Saturday, May 01, 2010


Why Do People Hate the Jews?

Dirty little rats...

REAL FRIENDSHIP. I asked my closest Jewish friend to share the experience of anti-semitism. He usually blows it off. No big deal. But I said, "No. Really." He said, "Forget it." I said, "No, really." He said, "Fuck you." And I said, "Please." Here's what he gave me:

It has been said that the history of Jewish holidays can be summed up this way: "They wanted to kill us; we won. Let's eat." Why has anti-Semitism been so pervasive in so many countries, in so many time periods and for so many reasons? (One begins to wonder. Perhaps there is something wrong with the Jews and Judaism? After all, there is an old Yiddish saying -- "If one person calls you a donkey, ignore him; if two people call you a donkey, buy a saddle.")

Between the years 250 bc and 1948 AD - a period of 1,700 years - Jews have experienced more than eighty expulsions from various countries in Europe - -an average of nearly one expulsion every 21 years. Jews were expelled from England, France, Austria, Germany, Lithuania, Spain, Portugal, Bohemia, Moravia and seventy-one other countries.Historians have classified six explanations as to why people hate the Jews: Economic -- "We hate Jews because they possess too much wealth and power."

Chosen People -- "We hate Jews because they arrogantly claim that they are the chosen people."
Scapegoat -- "Jews are a convenient group to single out and blame for our troubles."
Deicide -- "We hate Jews because they killed Jesus."

Outsiders, -- "We hate Jews because they are different than us." (The dislike of the unlike.)
Racial Theory -- "We hate Jews because they are an inferior race."

As we examine the explanations, we must ask -- Are they the causes for anti-Semitism or excuses for Anti-Semitism? The difference? If one takes away the cause, then anti-Semitism should no longer exist. If one can show a contradiction to the explanation, it demonstrates that the "cause" is not a reason, it is just an excuse. Let's look at some contradictions:Economic -- The Jews of 17th- 20th century Poland and Russia were dirt poor, had no influence and yet they were hated.

Chosen People -- a) In the late 19th century, the Jews of Germany denied "Chosenness." And then they worked on assimilation. Yet, the holocaust started there. b) Christians and Moslems profess to being the "Chosen people," yet, the world and the anti-Semites tolerate them.

Scapegoat -- Any group must already be hated to be an effective scapegoat. The Scapegoat Theory does not then cause anti-Semitism. Rather, anti-Semitism is what makes the Jews a convenient scapegoat target. Hitler's ranting and ravings would not be taken seriously if he said, "It's the bicycle riders and the midgets who are destroying our society."

Deicide -- a) the Christian Bible says the Romans killed Jesus, though Jews are mentioned as accomplices (claims that Jews killed Jesus came several hundred years later). How come the accomplices are persecuted and there isn't an anti-Roman movement through history? b) Jesus himself said, "Forgive them [i.e., the Jews], for they know not what they do." The Second Vatican Council in 1963 officially exonerated the Jews as the killers of Jesus. Neither statement of Christian belief lessened anti-Semitism.

Outsiders -- With the Enlightenment in the late 18th century, many Jews rushed to assimilate. Anti-Semitism should have stopped. Instead, for example, with the Nazis came the cry, in essence: "We hate you, not because you're different, but because you're trying to become like us! We cannot allow you to infect the Aryan race with your inferior genes."

Racial Theory -- The overriding problem with this theory is that it is self-contradictory: Jews are not a race. Anyone can become a Jew -- and members of every race, creed and color in the world have done so at one time or another.

Every other hated group is hated for a relatively defined reason. We Jews, however, are hated in paradoxes: Jews are hated for being a lazy and inferior race -- but also for dominating the economy and taking over the world. We are hated for stubbornly maintaining our separateness -- and, when we do assimilate -- for posing a threat to racial purity through intermarriages. We are seen as pacifists and as warmongers; as capitalist exploiters and as revolutionary communists; possessed of a Chosen-People mentality, as well as of an inferiority complex. It seems we just can't win. Now we know what are NOT the reasons for anti-Semitism.

Now it's my turn. Jews aren't loyal to their host nations. They're smarter in class. They go to law school and medical school, and they still buy Merceds Benzes.

[INTERRUPT]

My problem with them. And my friend's, too, if he'd admit it. Which he does when I ask in a humble voice. He's mad, too. He doesn't think Jews should own Mercedes Benzes. He hates the German motherfuckers who build them. Like I do. Yes, he'll drive one to impress a client in a business deal, but at heart he feels like a man reciting Yeats to an Ulsterman.

But he's not comfortable with my idea, either: The Jewish-Celtic Kill the Arabs League. Dot com. I can't convince him it make sense. Irish and Scots have nearly as much tribal history as the Jews do. And we've killed nearly a hundred times as many people in our experience. In fact, there's nothing we like more than killing people, notably English, Nordic, and German people.

Sigh. Jews continue to be reasonable. Why the world keeps taking advantage of them. As a Scot, and an American, I can't begin to understand it. Whn I'm pissed off, I go for the throat, invariably, unhesitatingiy, and always effectively. Ask Brizoni.

Here's what I know. If you or your opinions cause the Jews in Israel to die, I promise I'll kill you. Even if you're a Jew. Don't forget it. Not because I'm a Jew. Because I'm a bloody fucking asshole take-no-prisoners Scot.

Now my Jewish friend can take credit for what I said. We have a deal. He makes the profit and I take my cut. Jews are smart. Scots are relentless.

Relentless. Remember that. As opposed to him. Who is, uh, final.

I'd never say a good word about him. Or he me. Tribes. The only thing we have in common other than friendship. They dance around with shawls while pretending to give us a hard time about skirts.

And if you or anyone else comes for the Jews on behalf of the Palestinians, I promise I'll kill you all to the last man, woman, and child.




Friday, April 30, 2010


Federal Safety Magic

Can you believe it? Magic is, uh, deception.

RELEVANCE. Scientists in particular are quick to tell us there's no such thing as magic, and professional magicians are fond of telling us the same thing: what appears to be magic is only an illusion accomplished by 'misdirection,' the ability of an illusionist to make you look at what the right hand is doing while the left is operating in secret. The intent, of course, is to fool your perceptions, so that you see only what the illusionist wants you to see, which makes him godlike and you a willing thrall.

But in this context, the word 'illusion' is really a stand-in for 'trick,' which is fine in show business but not so fine when it pertains to matters of life and death in the real world. That's the nature of the game being played with the new healthcare bill, and it's encouraging that so many people sense it viscerally even if they can't pin down exactly how the necessary misdirection is being implemented. The good news is that we can  pin down a parallel misdirection in another area that pertains directly to real world life and death. So, as I talk about automotive issues in the remainder of this post, think healthcare. Precisely the same mechanisms are involved.

When it comes to cars, the federal government has been in the business of 'magical' solutions for about 35 years now. It started with Carter (!), who rammed Corporate Average Fuel Economy (CAFE) standards through congress. Yes, the government gets to require technological advancements (and consumer compromises) by simply legislating they must occur. All in the public interest (look at my right hand) while the actual result was the (don't look at my left hand) Chevy Vega and the Ford Pinto. Both abominations with good fuel economy ratings. The Vega was an unreliable, rust-doomed lemon and the Pinto was a deathtrap.

Thank you, federal government. The main point of which is that the federal government has been interfering in the automotive industry for close to two generations while it declined and gradually, in partnership with government, put itself out of business.

There's a big break in my personal history of the public versus the government in American automotive history. I grew up as a South Jersey motorhead with a bias toward sports cars as opposed to Detroit iron, and I was therefore a devotee of a magazine called Car and Driver, which played a leading role in exposing the fraud behind the charges of unintended acceleration levelled against Audi in the early eighties and was, when I suddenly transplanted myself to Dayton, Ohio, leading the charge against airbags -- because they weren't safe. Car and Driver in those days ascribed to a philosophy that automotive safety was best achieved by skilled drivers and nimble, good handling cars. Their position on Audi's supposed unintended acceleration problem was that there is no such thing as a car which can't be stopped by its brakes. Their position on airbags was that they deployed at the exact moment when a good driver should be engaged in maximum accident avoidance maneuvers. uh, you know. Something about individual responsibility and the value of skill and knowledge over government regulation.

Of course, as a motorhead in the midwest, I wound up being a consultant for General Motors. I also learned that drivers in the midwest don't drive. They steer. When I lived in Dayton, I was shocked by two things. First, that weather reports for the Miami Valley were always accurate, unlike the mercurial experiences of the Delaware Valley that continually confound weathermen in Philadelphia. When Dayton's toupeed weathermen said it was going to rain, it rained for days. Which makes life predictable. And, second, that automobile accidents in the midwest are incredibly, overwhelmingly, one car accidents. People suddenly lose control of their vehicles on interstates because they've never learned anything about driving close to other cars and trucks in traffic. Any kind of closeness is too much for them. They don't know where their fenders and bumpers are. Because their cars aren't anything but appliances that are somehow supposed to protect them from all harm. I remember a young Dayton lady who thought she was a hotshot balls-to-the-wall driver in Ohio but suddenly stopped dead in the middle of a South Philadelphia street and pronounced herself unable to continue.

Well, I returned after a few years, as east-coasters always do, to my home country. I picked up a copy of Car and Driver and discovered that they had become devout exponents of airbags. WTF.  Now they were judging cars by how many airbags they had. In the interim, I had actually visited in my consultant role an airbag manufacturer in Salt Lake City, whose engineers made it clear to me just how delicate the technology was. It was an explosive device a few inches from the driver. Nothing to be trifled with.

Yet we have been trifling with it for decades now, all in the name of safety. Even before I went to Dayton, I'd been through the first safety misdirection of the government, which had to do with a technology called "interlock," an early attempt to save us from our own stupidity:

By the mid-1970s, auto manufacturers modified the system so that a warning buzzer would sound for several seconds before turning off (with the warning light), regardless of whether the car was started. However, if the driver was buckled up, the light would appear, but with no buzzer. New cars sold in the United States in 1974 and the first part of the 1975 model year were sold with a special "ignition interlock", whereby the driver could not start the car until the seat belt was fastened; however, this system was short-lived.

Short-lived because people figured out they could either get the system dismantled at obliging dealerships or defeat it for nothing by permanently fastening seatbelts under their butts. If you didn't mind a buckle lodged permanently under your ass, you had no problem.

Back in the old days, Car and Driver thought "interlock" was pretty funny. They were libertarian rapscallions who thought driving was the best thing in life. That's why I was so disturbed to discover that they had become so pro-airbag. A generational thing? Kids coming along who no longer understood the danger the government posed? But I don't think it's that, really. I think they're so intoxicated with advancing technology that they just, er, forget that not everyone who's out there driving is a twenty-something balls-to-the-wall type who knows the risks he is taking and wants a last-gasp defense against the worst possible road decision. They're still enthusiasts. Which is why they probably don't know this:

AIRBAG INJURIES TO SHORT WOMEN DRIVERS

Short adult drivers, especially women, have been severely and fatally injured by the explosive force of a driver’s airbag… even in low to moderate speed crashes. Because of their short stature, from perhaps 4’10’’ to around 5’4”, shorter drivers need to adjust their seat virtually to its full forward position. This places their chest and head in close proximity to the steering wheel. And in the center hub of that steering wheel is the stored airbag, ready to explosively inflate in a frontal impact. The explosive inflation can move the unfolding airbag toward you at 120 to 200 miles per hour, and generate a force of 2,000 pounds.

Some of the initial accident case examples concerned shorter women drivers, sitting very close to the steering wheel, who were fatally injured when the explosive force of the airbag fractured their ribs, which punctured and tore their aorta. The crashes were moderate in nature, and the airbag was the needless cause of death in what would have easily been a survivable collision. Some of the women were shorter, older, and more frail… making them more susceptible to the airbag inflation forces breaking their ribs, tearing their aorta, and causing fatal injuries.

HOW AND WHY AIRBAG HAZARDS OCCURRED

How could such a prominent safety technology as airbags been compromised, leading to needless deaths and injuries ? Airbags are not a new development, despite the general public perception that airbags are a technology of the ‘90’s. In fact, the development of airbags goes back to the ‘50’s and ‘60’s, when the earliest dynamic: sled tests and car crash tests by GM and Ford showed their great promise to reduce traumatic injuries in collision accidents. There was anticipation in the early-‘70’s that airbags would soon be installed. NHTSA had initiated rule-making, and the car companies in the U.S., Europe, and Japan were all developing airbag systems for their vehicles. But top officials from Ford and GM and Chrysler went to the White House in 1971, and urged President Nixon to delay the then-pending auto safety standards, including the requirement for airbags. The game plan was to delay, delay, delay. A delay that lasted almost 20 years.

Thus, the pending 1970’s requirement for airbags was politically shelved, and languished in limbo into the mid-1980’s. There was nothing preventing car companies from installing airbags on their own. After a Supreme Court decision in 1983 forced NHTSA to re-examine their latest cancellation, the rulemaking process began again. NHTSA and DOT responded with a 1984 plan to link mandatory buckle-up laws to a decision about requiring airbags.

But without waiting for a NHTSA mandate, Mercedes introduced airbags in some models in 1984, and Ford offered a driver airbag option in the 1985 Tempo. Then in 1988, Chrysler began to promote airbags as a standard feature in most of their cars. This was a stunning turn-around by Chrysler CEO Lee Iacocca, who had railed against airbags for years… including his criticisms made in 1971 in the Oval Office to President Richard Nixon, who was thus encouraged to cancel an impending airbags regulation to be phased in during the mid-1970’s.

No, I'm not saying the government wants to kill small, short, old women. I'm saying they are killing small, short, old women. In the name of SAFETY. And in the name of increased control of our private decisions. Why have all parents become chauffeurs of their own children, who sit in the back of the car like the "Little Emperors" of China? Because airbags kill people, especially children, who now have to be trussed up like little sacks of potatoes whenever we transport them somewhere. Freedom. Get them used to being trussed up at the earliest possible age because trussed up is their inevitable fate in the new normal.

So, I have to admit, I gave Car and Driver the benefit of another look on the matter of Toyota's unintended acceleration problem. By golly, here's what I found:

Our tests were conducted at highway speeds, as the incident with the Lexus ES350 happened on an expressway, and in the lowest possible gear, as that's the worst-case scenario. Here is how to deal with a runaway car:

Hit the Brakes

Certainly the most natural reaction to a stuck-throttle emergency is to stomp on the brake pedal, possibly with both feet. And despite dramatic horsepower increases since C/D’s 1987 unintended-acceleration test of an Audi 5000, brakes by and large can still overpower and rein in an engine roaring under full throttle. With the Camry’s throttle pinned while going 70 mph, the brakes easily overcame all 268 horsepower straining against them and stopped the car in 190 feet—that’s a foot shorter than the performance of a Ford Taurus without any gas-pedal problems and just 16 feet longer than with the Camry’s throttle closed. From 100 mph, the stopping-distance differential was 88 feet—noticeable to be sure, but the car still slowed enthusiastically enough to impart a feeling of confidence. We also tried one go-for-broke run at 120 mph, and, even then, the car quickly decelerated to about 10 mph before the brakes got excessively hot and the car refused to decelerate any further. So even in the most extreme case, it should be possible to get a car’s speed down to a point where a resulting accident should be a low-speed and relatively minor event.

The old defiance and technological arrogance are gone, but the conclusion is still the same. Brakes stop cars. Hmmm.

Yet here's what the NHTSA has just released:

All new cars would have to be equipped with "black boxes" that record performance data and federal safety regulators would be granted the authority to order immediate recalls under newly proposed auto-safety legislation being considered by Congress.

The draft of a bill was released Thursday by one of the House committees investigating Toyota's massive recalls for unintended acceleration in its vehicles. Rep. Henry A. Waxman (D-Calif.), chairman of the House commerce committee, and Sen. John D. Rockefeller (D-W.Va.), chair of the Senate commerce committee, have said they intend to collaborate on automobile safety legislation this year.

The draft contains a wide array of provisions. Some require new safety features, such as the black boxes -- called event data recorders -- and brake override systems that allow a driver to stop a car even when the throttle is stuck open.

Other elements of the bill give the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration more power to crack down on automakers that break the rules.

"Our initial thoughts on this are that Congress have given us a legislative vehicle that has come fully loaded with all the options," said Gloria Bergquist, a vice president at Auto Alliance, the industry trade association. "We are going to look at each one of these and ask: Where are we going to get the safety enhancements?"

Love the black boxes concept. Our cars can report on us continuously to keep us safe, so that the feds can intervene when we screw up by trying to drive ourselves.

MEANWHILE. Gosh, the government loves us, don't they? Except that cap-and-trade and new CAFE regulations are designed to force us into smaller and smaller cars with higher and higher fuel mileage because they love "the planet" a little bit more than they do us.

Which means, in the end, that they're asking us to make ourselves more vulnerable to other traffic on the road. If you look at this Brit road test of the diminutive, highly efficient "Smart Car," you won't get the bottom line until the final 20 seconds of the video. Go ahead. Watch it. It takes 5 full minutes of reassurance to get to the very un-reassuring bottom line that the car might survive but the passengers won't.



Worse, collisions on the highway tend not to be with concrete walls that are no higher than the hood of the offending car. They tend to be with taller obstacles like tractor trailers and buses. Which cause things like, uh, decapitations. Especially when great big vehicles are contending for the same space on the road as very small vehicles, which tend to be invisible to drivers of llimos, trucks, and SUVs. (Don't tell me you've never bluffed or muscled or IGNORED a smaller car out of the way in your minivan. You do it without even thinking. The way you do motorcycles. And I've been there, Charlie.)



Pretty much, they don't give crap about the common man. It's a good bet that government officials will still be able to buy the fantastically athletic BMWs. Audis, Mercedes, and Cadillacs that will survive the death of capitalism, free choice, and prosperity because they can avoid accidents rather than survive them. Cadillacs are likely to be the first to go. As the government strives to keep them in business as a source of employment, GM luxocars are likely to begin resembling the automotive products of that other great government controlled economy, China. Which means they'll look like and act like this (because we can't diss the need for full employment...)



Which, I guess, is why I can still give houseroom to this kind of protest. (aside from the fact that I know the man in the box pictured.) He doesn't, can't, remember when driving was fun and a manifestation of American freedom like no other. I have to feel for his naive feeling that it might be something like freedom. It was.


Lotus 7. An open-wheeled, 1200 pound sports car anyone could buy.

And here's a hint from the days when you were still allowed to love cars because you could pilot them as if you were directing your own life.



But nobody's directing his own automotive life anymore. You're just a rolling suspect. Are you protecting your kids from the airbags we force you to buy? Is your carbon footprint bigger than what Al Gore or Harrison Ford would approve of?  So you actually love screaming down the back roads under your own control?

Then what do you expect us to do with you when you are no longer contributing to our vision of society? You carbon pig you.

They SAY they care about us with the right hand. With the left hand, they do everything they can to put us in a drab, uniform tissue box. I just wish the "man in the box" had had some experience of the joy they're taking away before he ever got to feel it. I guess that's what martyrs are really made of. Not the ones who know what they've lost but the ones who know it only secondhand. God bless you, Peter.

Now think about your healthcare. With the government at the wheel. Are they going to save you from all pain and suffering? Sure. It's called magic.




Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Steyn.

We're raising a nation of permanent adolescents.

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC. This week, a five-part series of National Review interviews with Mark Steyn. In the words of P. G. Wodehouse, he's the bee's knees. His website is a fascinating mix of brilliantly polemical political commentary and brilliantly nuanced essays on culture topics like twentieth century songwriting, performers, movies, books, and  Broadway. A man after my own heart. Don't miss this chance to see him close up.

P.S. Have to do this because I can't not do it. Steyn has written better about Sinatra than anyone ever. He's not just a cultural voyeur. He understands in incredibly detailed terms what made Sinatra such a genius -- his ear for songs, his intense involvement in arrangements, his innovation, risk-taking, and perfectionism. His essay about the Sinatra classic "I've Got You Under My Skin" made the song brand new to me, a huge feat considering I'd heard it over and over since earliest childhood.



But the wicked thing about Steyn's website is that he posts things for a time then locks them up in his private cupboard until enough demand builds for another posting. I've actually emailed him pleading for another look at "Under My Skin." He didn't answer me. (Which made me sad, not resentful. He has his own schedule for such things.) I feel the same way about his essay on Sinatra's rendition of "Soliloquy." But I can't even find a Sinatra recording of that at YouTube.

Anyway. It's always been a theory of mine that you have to have a passion for something, to a depth that requires encyclopedic learning, before you can be a successful generalist on other subjects. You have to know what knowing is before you can lay claim to an informed opinion on anything else. Irrelevant as it may seem, much of Steyn's political acuity is traceable to his bloodhound tenacity for running down seeming trivialities like this:



If that doesn't seem to make sense to you young'uns, it's only because sense itself has been deconstructed in your lifetimes. Why I worry so much about where you're headed...





Guilty Pleasures 3

Happy anniversary, my love.

THE GHOST STILL WALKS. Commenters on a recent post were kind enough to hit some of the high spots of InstaPunk posts past. Like Guilty Pleasures. The video shown above isn't exactly a guilty pleasure, but it's close enough for me: self-revelation, the thing I hate more than any other. Which is, I guess, the third degree of guilty pleasures, that thing which unclothes you in public. Not what you're embarrassed to like but what exposes your essence. Want to play? As before, there will be no value judgments. I'm willing to post whatever you want to share. Who are you?  I'll step up myself before I ask you to  strip. Here's mine:



Unless it's this instead:



Or this:



Unless it's this:



Life is complicated.



For sure. I die every day. A Harvard musician friend told me Gorecki was "boring." That's when I split with Harvard forever. He died and I'm awful. Go figure. My bad taste in music equals my bad taste in poetry. Which is why I like my own. As I said, life is complicated.

UPDATE. People seem to be getting the wrong idea. It's about what breaks your most private heart. I ask you all to listen to the last YouTube video. Close your eyes. Hear the lyrical voice of sorrow, unrelieved and hopeless of escape. Listen to that dreadful descending scale, its repetitive soundings and inevitable, cumulative, beautiful, step-by-step, downward path. Death and loss rise in our lives as we subside. Hypnotic, mathematical, even seductive. How do we, can we, counteract such a perfect force of nature? What I fight against while the universe insists otherwise.

Everything you need to know me is here.




Tuesday, April 27, 2010


The Real Obama Legacy

The last music we'll ever hear. I knew there was a reason
behind the greatest all-purpose trailer track ever. Enjoy it.

YOU BET HE'S SMART. I got an email from Doc Zero about this post. So it must be important. Bails me out of a trap I've been falling into lately: I keep thinking what's happening is so obvious it needs no comment because you must already know. You do know, don't you? Don't you?

Historians will ask over and over why yet another feckless Democrat was elected in 2008. How could Americans be so blind to the circling jackals of this world?

Now Obama seems intent on reversing the Cold War and letting nuclear proliferation explode. In Congress, the Democrats are committing mass suicide for him. FDR gave us the New Deal, and Obama is giving us the Raw Deal...

Obama is now set to be the biggest loser of the last sixty years -- the man who let nuclear weapons explode out of control by fundamentally misunderstanding the nature of the threat. The implications for the future are  unpredictable, but just as World War II was more consequential than the New Deal, there is nothing an American president can do that is more important that his national security actions. When -- not if -- nuclear proliferation runs out of control, it won't look like the Cold War, when only two superpowers had usable missiles and weapons, and when, after Stalin died, both sides acted fairly rationally.

Instead, Obama's towering failure means a multi-polar race to get the baddest bombs, with the mullahs racing the Sunni Arabs and a very real chance that Hezb'allah or al-Qaeda will get enough material to build a dirty nuke. Only advanced missile defenses will save us, and if America doesn't speed up our defense development, then the saner nations in the world will do it. They are not going to wait for us.

When unstable tyrannies like Iran, North Korea, Libya, and even Venezuela have nukes, Obama's self-glorifying ego trips will fade by comparison. The only question Americans will ask will be: How well did he protect his country? We forget that for the last ninety years, America's military power has been kept at the razor's edge -- not because we somehow decided to conquer the world, but because we had to resist the imperialistic aggression of the Kaiser, Hitler, Stalin, Mao (by proxy in Korea and Vietnam), and the Soviet Empire. Liberals pretend that war is all the past, but history hasn't ended.

I don't know. Help me out here. I'm more upset about the scrapping of the United States (the link I sent Doc Zero in return). Why? I think you can all see that InstaPunk hasn't offered any thoughts on foreign policy lately. Perhaps I'm succumbing to the Ron Paul view of the world: if we shut our eyes very tightly, it will all just go away. Or something like that.

The bigger question. How much of this stuff do you want us to talk about? Do you need us to keep repeating the alphabet? In order? So you won't forget it?  Or do you prefer, like Penny, to pretend that eventually we'll all wake up from the bad dream and everything will be fine? Is that what I'm doing behind a screen of distractions?

OR do you crave analysis? Picking through the entrails like a Roman soothsayer. I can do that. I think. But let me put it in perspective for you. I love Doctor Zero. He's a very fine writer. But I haven't been able to read his posts of late. I'm thinking, like, how much firepower does it take to prove the obvious? Surely not this much. Which is nothing against the Doc. I admire him more than any other blogger. But...

Well, let me put it another way... Just because no one mentions it and I don't propose it, does no one think that Putin wasn't behind the plane crash that killed the Polish government? I've just been assuming you knew. Give me some guidance, folks.

Is the Doc serving his folks better than I am serving you? If so, please tell me. I'll get with the program, I promise. No more movies, music, TV, sports, online Bibles, or delicious babes. InstaPunk will start getting relevant again.

UPDATE. A response from the Doctor:

You raised an interesting point about the need to apply firepower to reviewing the basics, and stating the should-be-obvious.  I think it's important.  People who weren't exposed to important essentials of liberty, the Constitution, and capitalism in school - which is, sadly, most of us - are not well-equipped to resist the siren song of the Left.  They look at a complex world, filled with crises, and they desperately want to believe the sales pitch from the debonair super-geniuses of the Democrat Party.  It seems *reasonable* to believe that brilliant social engineers can design a better society, an attitude that persists from the prewar era, when early Progressives and Wilsonians promised to bring the scientific brilliance of industry to bear on political issues.  I'm actually in the planning stages of putting together a book on that very topic.

Even presenting the evidence of socialism's historical failure to the average Obama voter has no impact, because they'll quickly assure you that bad people caused those failures.  The new crop of compassionate maximum leaders, most especially our Historic First Black President, will succeed where others have failed.  Besides, even if you persuade them to regard the success of collective programs as unlikely, they'll tell you that all competing ideas are immoral.  If you get past *that*, they'll say it's best to shoot for Utopia even if the odds are against you, because you might just beat the odds... isn't that how dreamers are supposed to think?  And following your dreams is the most noble of human endeavors, isn't it?

I believe it's essential to persuade people this stuff *can't* work.  It always ends the same way, and inflicts the same horrors of poverty and tyranny on its subjects.  To win that argument, it's essential to go back to basics, and rewrite the programming installed by a decade in the public schools.

We're in a bad place right now, and the only way to escape is to win the dedicated support of a *lot* of people.  I don't think you can do that by telling them to carefully consider the pros and cons before they push the "Yes, We Can" button... because they're likely to think about the last tongue bath Obama got from the network news, squeeze their eyes shut, and stab the button.

- DZ

I always give Doc Zero the last word because I like him so much. Although... never mind.

UPDATE 2. The good doctor has also now weighed in with his own fine piece about the SS United States. You'll find it at the Green Room and the DocZero site. Every voice helps. Spread the word to all who might care.




Monday, April 26, 2010


The Althouse Objection

Is that reason in those eyes? Or pure, nutty pretension?

SIGH. Good old Allah at Hotair is now quoting from this post by Ann Althouse (reproduced in full only to avoid the unfairness of cherry-picking):

"Everybody Draw Mohammed Day" is not a good idea.

And as long as I'm disagreeing with Glenn Reynolds [AWWWW], let me say that I disapprove of "Everybody Draw Mohammed" Day, which he seems to be promoting. (Hot Air, Dan Savage, and Reason are actively delighted by the idea.)

I have endless contempt for the threats/warnings against various cartoonists who draw Muhammad (or a man in a bear suit who might be Muhammad, but is actually Santa Claus). But depictions of Muhammad offend millions of Muslims who are no part of the violent threats. In pushing back some people, you also hurt a lot of people who aren't doing anything (other than protecting their own interests by declining to pressure the extremists who are hurting the reputation of their religion).

I don't like the in-your-face message that we don't care about what other people hold sacred. Back in the days of the "Piss Christ" controversy, I wouldn't have supported an "Everybody Dunk a Crucifix in a Jar of Urine Day" to protest censorship. Dunking a crucifix in a jar of urine is something I have a perfect right to do, but it would gratuitously hurt many Christian bystanders to the controversy. I think opposing violence (and censorship) can be done in much better ways.

At the same time, real artists like the "South Park" guys or (maybe) Andre Serrano should go on with their work, using shock to the extent that they see fit. Shock is an old artist's move. Epater la bourgeoisie. Shock will get a reaction, and it will make some people mad. They are allowed to get mad. That was the point. Of course, they'll have to control their violent impulses.

People need to learn to deal with getting mad when they hear or see speech that enrages them, even when it is intended to enrage them. But how are we outsiders to the artwork supposed to contribute the the process of their learning how to deal with free expression? I don't think it is by gratuitously piling on outrageous expression, because it doesn't show enough respect and care for the people who are trying to tolerate the expression that outrages them. [boldface and font size changes mine]

We've talked about Ann Althouse before, specifically in the context of her position as a "moderate." The key to her whole post and moral position is the supersized prepositional phrase "at the same time." In general, moderates aren't so much balanced and measured in their thinking as they are determined to have it both ways, to play both ends against the middle for the purpose of appearing more reasonable and principled than the opposing sides they are patronizing. They're declaring their superiority to all strenuous advocates.

A very interesting take from an attorney and a professor of law, which is a profession that entirely depends on adversarial advocacy. Does Ms. Althouse argue to her students that the justice system would be best served if criminal trials were required to include a 'moderate attorney,' positioned between prosecutor and defendant, who delivered a "plague on both your houses" summation to all juries before they retired? Something to the effect of, "What can we ever know for sure given that both sides are so monolithic in their arguments? Life itself is smothered in reasonable doubt and none of us is without unspeakable guilt, including all of you. I urge you to return with no verdict, as a hung jury. Thank you."

Her comparisons and logic in this instance are both flawed, so amateurishly as to seem almost deliberate, as if she's using specious reasoning to forestall a spate of violence her delicate constitution could not tolerate. Peace is always preferable to principle, or something like that.

No Christian decapitated Andre Serrano or butchered him on a city street for his blasphemy. Mostly, the people who decried his "Piss Christ" objected principally to the fact that his work was subsidized by a grant from federal government ninnies like Nancy Pelosi (Scroll for 'Piss Pelosi.) The people who are now defending South Park are in many cases the same people who were offended by an episode in which a bleeding statue of the Virgin Mary was grossly diagnosed as not stigmata but menstruation.

Regardless of how it's characterized (even by our own Brizoni), the intent of depicting Muhammed in the present circumstance isn't tit-for-tat blasphemy; it's a defense of the First Amendment, which dies when the threat of violence silences American citizens. Probably the hardest thing for muslims to understand -- and obviously for an obsessive clothhead like Althouse to see -- is that the flood of new Muhammed heretics couldn't care less about Islam as a religion except insofar as it has decided to make war against us. That's what's intolerable. Yes, we may think the whole faith is silly when it isn't actively malignant and murderous, but that would be their business until they start threatening us with death for what we do, which is express our views loudly, frequently, disrespectfully, rationally, irrationally, and freely.

The last is the critical one.  All the other adverbs have their critics and enemies on both sides. But what we Americans must have in common is the 'freely' part. When that is imperiled, all normal boundaries of response become irrelevant. So-called moderate Islamic sensitivity is not sensitivity at all. It's complicity in extortion, blackmail, and terrorism. Remember that word, Ms Althouse?

No, probably not. Moderates don't like to hear that word anymore. It offends people. Like all those moderate American muslims we never see standing up in absolute outrage against the criminal members of their faith who are butchering their own women and 'infidels' all over the globe in the name of a religion whose scripture advocates genocide against the Jews and the permanent enslavement of half their own populations.

But we shouldn't be disrespectful because we don't like it either when Christ and his followers are mocked, regardless of the fact that we mostly put up with the mockery of Christ even when it's our own elected government that is determined to promulgate it. Where's the equivalence here? In your eyes, Ms. Althouse. Christians are, have been, and will probably remain tolerant of blasphemers. We're confident enough in our faith to persist in our belief despite the fact that the most cynical of our own intelligentsia despise us more than they do the barbarians who are sworn to kill us and destroy our way of life.

Well, it's not about religion anymore. If the muslims seek to intimidate us by being flat-out barbarians, we Christians can at least revert as far as the Old Testament without abandoning our heritage. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Which, for all you theological illiterates, actually means for an eye only an eye, for a tooth only a tooth , as opposed to -- for a rape, say -- stoning or hanging the victim. (Ready for sharia, Ann? When no one has the courage to stand up against verbal death threats, who will stand up at the foot of the gallows for infidel females who presume to be professors?)

Of course, Ms. Althouse's get-out-of-jail-free card is her "at the same time" qualifier. We're not allowed to retaliate because our retaliation would constitute retaliation, which is not acceptable because of its equivalency to, uh, retaliation.. (Note the perfection of this logic.) No. Freedom of expression in this situation must be reserved to artists, like, uh, Andre Serrano, because artists do what they do and therefore can't be accused of retaliation or anything but art, like showing the Virgin Mary menstruating in front of a church, which any fool could see is art.

Unless it's a particularly juvenile form of individual free expression protected by the constitution of the United States.

Ergo: my final response to Ms. Althouse, and Hotair (fretting over a backlash), and anyone else, is that under the constitution we are all artists, all satirists, all high-minded philosophers and intellectuals, because no one has the right to declare that we're anything otherwise.

I can also suggest that when they stop threatening to kill us for exercising our rights under the most enlightened governmental framework ever conceived by its founders, the disrespect to their vicious warlord god on earth is likely to expire from complete lack of interest. Almost immediately.

Which is probably the unkindest cut of all. To all the barbarian muslims of the world. Because it will constitute the final proof of what I'm saying -- that Americans don't give a solitary tinker's dam about Muhammed. Or the psychotic religion he lowered like an ox yoke on the most savage, gullible, and damned peoples on the face of the earth. Except that -- when they decide they'd rather be free -- we're willing to talk. Freely. If that word still means anything to you.





S.O.S.


THE DEAD PAST. Not a new cause for me but an old ache. Back in 1997, I wrote (in Writing down America), of a tragic rendezvous:

Before going to the restaurant, Andrew and I went to a business meeting in Philadelphia. The way out of town took us down Delaware Avenue along the riverfront. I asked Andrew if he had ever seen the S.S. United States, which is anchored near the Walt Whitman Bridge. He said he hadn't and so we drove down past the entrance to I-95 to take a look at the world's mightiest ocean liner, now decommissioned. I had been briefly aboard her almost thirty-five years ago, in the port of Genoa, when she was still plying the South Atlantic, and I knew that she had set the record for the fastest trans-Atlantic crossing by a passenger ship. It made me feel old to see her up close again. The red, white, and blue paint is peeling off her monster twin stacks, and rust is eating away at the superstructure and hull. I don't know what the plans were for this relic, but they must have miscarried because there's no sign that anyone cares what's happening here.

We pulled up near the bow and parked. Andrew gazed at the crumbling white paint that used to spell an illustrious name.

'The United States,' he said slowly.

'Yes,' I said. 'Sad, isn't it?'

'Very sad.'

That was 13 years ago. Last night I saw a documentary subtitled "Lady in Waiting," which was educational, nostalgic, moving, and hopeful. Here's a trailer that hints at the whole:



So much I didn't know. The fastest ship ever. Somewhere around 40 to 46 knots at top speed. A ship faster than a greyhound at full gallop. Unsinkable in a way the British Titanic launched 40 years before only presumed to be. A past captain of the United States asserted with utter confidence that if his ship had hit that iceberg, it wouldn't have sunk. The United States could have survived five flooded compartments (more than any ship built today), its hull was the strongest ever built, and it had two distinct engine rooms for safety... not to mention lifeboats for all aboard. The United States didn't just break the trans-Atlantic record; it shattered it, Three days, ten hours, and a few minutes to cross from New York to Southampton on its maiden voyage. NO ship has ever been faster. Even today, there's no equivalent or remote rival to the speed of the SS United States. It was built to last a hundred years and it served for only seventeen.

When I was briefly on board in 1963, I was still drunk with the glamour of the Queen Elizabeth, whose passenger I had been, and I saw no wood, no Old-World elegance. Like everyone else back then, I set myself up for the the most painful nostalgia of all, the ache the future has for a gleaming present sunk hopelessly in the past. Only now do I yearn for the bold fifties and sixties modernity we've lost forever. The United States was a perfect ship -- impervious to ice, fire, and hurricane. In her 400 Atlantic crossings, she was late only twice, and then because of tugboat strikes in New York harbor, which she short-circuited by docking herself. There was a tale recounted in the documentary of two ships breasting a hurricane en route to New York. Both ships encountered 80 foot waves and it was the United States which arrived on schedule nonetheless and set sail on the return  trip, on schedule, the next day. The other ship lay dead in port for weeks after. To put this in perspective, I withdrew disdainfully (aged 10) from the United States for a 10-day trip on the Italian Line's Leonardo da Vinci (sister ship of the Andrea Doria) on which the ship was nearly lost in a hurricane the United States would have battered into submission.

I remember that hurricane as one of the great traumas of my childhood, the first time I ever encountered thoughts of mortality. I survived it, of course, but I am filled with admiration for a ship on which no such thoughts would ever have arisen. Cool. America. The United States. Figures.

Then, today, I learned why the 2008 documentary I saw replayed last night on NJN Channel 23. The show concluded with hope -- the Norwegian Cruise Line had purchased the ship whose hull and engines were still intact and intended to refit her as a super-premier cruise ship. Following up this morning at the SS United States Conservancy, I found this.

The SS United States Conservancy has recently learned that America's national flagship, the SS United States, is in imminent danger of being bought by scrappers. This great vessel, which still holds the trans-Atlantic speed record, may soon be destroyed. Bids for purchase of the ship by scrappers are being collected by NCL this month.

The current owners of the vessel, Genting Hong Kong (formerly Star Cruises Limited), through its subsidiary, Norwegian Cruise Line (NCL), listed the vessel for sale in February 2009 but have not announced a purchaser to date. There has been acute interest in the ship by scrapping companies. While NCL graciously offered the Conservancy first right of refusal on a sale of the vessel in 2009, the Conservancy has not been in a financial position to purchase the ship outright.

Irony of ironies. Back in 1997 I saw an analogy between the fate of the United States and my country. Little did I know. It was abstract then. It's literal and direct now. The scrapyard is imminent. I was worried then. I'm desperate now. They're killing our country and soon we'll get to see a vivid metaphor of that reality.

Which causes a psychotic break and a dream I hope you have tonight, as I know I will.



Fight. However you can. Our country dies, day by day. Here's the place you can watch it, blister by blister on the steel of our national soul. Let the United States go. When you begin to miss her, you won't even know what you're missing or why you're missing anything. And not even Jason Mattera can help you with that. How can you ache for what you've never known you lost?

UPDATE. The good doctor has also now weighed in with his own fine piece about the SS United States. You'll find it at the Green Room and the DocZero site. Every voice helps. Spread the word to all who might care.




Sunday, April 25, 2010


Announcement: Spin-Off Blog

The real reason Muhammad didn't want his likeness shown: He's a pig-girl.
A hot one, too. Who refused to wear a burka. Excuse me a moment.


MAY 20? Why wait a month? Muhammad sucks now.

Kurt Westergaard, who drew the now-classic bomb-turban Muhammad, best gives voice to our proper outrage.

Many of the immigrants who came to Denmark, they had nothing. We gave them everything - money, apartments, their own schools, free university, health care. In return, we asked one thing - respect for democratic values, including free speech. Do they agree? This is my simple test.

Of course, too many of them fail this test. One day's not gonna be enough to smack some gratitude into these idiots. Insulting Muhammad needs to be a way of life. It needs to be a part of everybody's everyday routine, like checking email, or putting dishes in the sink. We need to carve out a few minutes as a matter of habit each day to let these idiots know we do not bow to thugs and losers. No matter how sharp their curved swords, nor how loud their foreign-sounding jibber-jabber.

To this end, we've started a little spin-off blog. Daily Muhammad will mock the worst world religion once a day, every day, until a suicide bomber makes a wrong turn at Albuquerque and nukes Mecca. And a few days after that, too.

Stand up. If anything matters to you, stand up. And stay on your feet.




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