Tuesday, February 25, 2025

What's in a word?

Quite a lot more than many people may realize, as it turns out. Alex Nguyen says the quiet part out loud in his new piece for Mother Jones

History: suddenly it's not just for history buffs anymore. 

And who can not chuckle at the global elite decrying its own runaway success... as a reason for supporting them? 

Wait, I'm a bit confused... I also suspect that that might be the point.

Saturday, February 22, 2025

"...The advancement of Agriculture, Commerce and Manufactures by all proper means, will not I trust need recommendation. But I cannot forbear intimating to you the expediency of giving effectual encouragement as well to the introduction of new and useful inventions from abroad, as to the exertions of skill and genius in producing them at home; and of facilitating the intercourse between the distant parts of our Country by a due attention to the Post-Office and Post-Roads.

Nor am I less persuaded, that you will agree with me in opinion, that there is nothing which can better deserve your patronage than the promotion of Science and Literature. Knowledge is in every country the surest basis of public happiness. In one in which the measures of Government receive their impression so immediately from the sense of the Community as in ours it is proportionably essential. To the security of a free Constitution it contributes in various ways: By convincing those who are intrusted with the public administration, that every valuable end of Government is best answered by the enlightened confidence of the people: and by teaching the people themselves to know and to value their own rights; to discern and provide against invasions of them; to distinguish between oppression and the necessary exercise of lawful authority; between burthens proceeding from a disregard to their convenience and those resulting from the inevitable exigencies of Society; to discriminate the spirit of Liberty from that of licentiousness, cherishing the first, avoiding the last, and uniting a speedy, but temperate vigilance against encroachments, with an inviolable respect to the Laws..." 

  - President George Washington, the first State of the Union address, January 8, 1790

 

On the contrary, it would seem today that anything other than the dubious benefits of congenital myopia would require a very stern recommendation indeed.

Our country may at least have been great in one crucial respect: for a time, until quite recently, our leaders aspired, at least publicly, to do more than simply defraud, enslave, or murder the population; a pretty good run, some would say, by historical standards. 

It is precisely the loss of distinction between the "necessary exercise of lawful authority" and genuine oppression that has led to the present crisis of leadership. At the same time many people in our country and around the world seem to have endured a similar loss of fine-grain distinction between genuine liberty and the inevitable "licentiousness" that results when duty to society and the bonds of human affection become severely distorted by the relentless demands of the profit-seeking motive.        

Sic semper tyrannis / king for a day

Better start sharpening your guillotines, kids! 

Some grisly, yet fascinating trivia about the history of the guillotine from the Swiss National Museum can be found here.

Nowadays most Americans are opposed to capital punishment. So why are we executing more people  after the practice had been on a steady decline?

Friday, February 14, 2025

"That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar", every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."

— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

There wolf

What St. Augustine could not possibly have known, owing to its initial discovery in 1915, is that the nearest star, practically next door to us in the cosmic scheme of things, is just under four and a quarter light years away. Other celestial objects are thought to be many orders of magnitude more distant. Most of the universe appears vastly underutilized from a terrestrial perspective. At this rate, whether the love of your life is 6 or 600 miles away on some other patch of Earth seems patently immaterial, although the concept does maintain a certain intuitive appeal.  

What this new administration has yet to come up with, among other things, is any proof as to why things were supposedly better when more people believed things that later turned out to be completely wrong. Accordingly, they and their allies are hardly in a position to claim that the condition of the country would improve under a similarly aligned reversion.  

Saturday, February 8, 2025

Beee mine!

BRING ME YOUR 4TH GENERATION MUTANTS!!! screamed the Space Queen as the lid of the pod slid open with a waft of nitrous vapor occluding the bluish viscous fluid inside. Something moved. Was it a minute readjustment of the reflector microarray, or was it the first indication of some pulsing, oozing, jelly-like tremulation of the diaphanous substrate? 

A distant hum and a faint crepuscular glow unassumingly emerged from the cavernous, tomblike ink sac of eternal darkness. The atmophere had been seared off the planet centuries earlier. Giant sandstone pillars, sagging with the oppressive weight of millenia, languished at semi-regular intervals on the tarmac. Amid the dust of ages piled here and there were the rows of gleaming titanium incubators...     

Friday, February 7, 2025

Out where?

It is strange that physicists would propose a heretofore unexamined (possibly undetectable) "multiverse" of parallel physical realities while so obviously failing to account for what is essentially the most basic and significant fact about living beings, which is that everything we know and understand about ourselves and our universe is a component of an apparently separate, complete, and more or less self-sufficient (that is, automatically generated) internal reality. 

The multiverse, for all the technical sophistication it may represent as a solution to unsolved problems in physics and cosmology, does not, in retrospect, appear to have been entirely a human invention.

Thursday, February 6, 2025

DABS

The Department of Authoritarian Bullshit has just announced that a three-week old piece of cheese stuck in JD Vance's buttcrack is the fucking pope. 

Bow down, minions! Bow down to the little piece of cheese mmkay!  

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Out in two days on Planet Mu

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Hittin' that (re)fresh

Monday, February 3, 2025

Buy me a fucking coffee


 

if today's young people are even half the vacuous, submissive, celebrity-worshipping, button-pushing automatons our freshly inaugurated suicide squad of power brokers takes them to be, it won't make the slightest fucking difference which self-aggrandizing shithead supposedly runs this country four years from now