A Celebration of Ignorance

 
Carl Sagan

I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy, when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries, when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness. The dumbing down of America is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30-second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance.

— Carl Sagan

This Would Have Never Happened to Donald Trump

 

I don’t have any regard for Trevor Noah but if Biden’s lost Trevor Noah, he’s lost America. It doesn’t seem real.

Noah is right though. If a Middle Eastern country didn’t take a call from Donald Trump, who knows what Trump would do? Start bombing mosques in descending order of holiness?

You don’t know. So you answer the call. Preferably on the first ring.

He Is Therefore Responsible For All of It

 

The world, we are told, was made by a God who is both good and omnipotent. Before He created the world, He foresaw all the pain and misery it would contain; He is therefore responsible for all of it. It is useless to argue that the pain in the world is due to sin. In the first place, this is not true; it is not sin that causes rivers to overflow their banks or volcanoes to erupt. But even if it were true, it would make no difference. If I were going to beget a child knowing that the child was going to be a homicidal maniac, I should be responsible for his crimes. If God knew in advance the sins of which man would be guilty, He was clearly responsible for all the consequences of those sins when He decided to create man. The usual Christian argument is that suffering in the world is a purification for sin and is therefore a good thing. This argument is, of course, only a rationalization of sadism, but in any case it is a very poor argument. I would invite any Christian to accompany me to the children’s ward of a hospital, to watch the suffering that is there being endured, and then to persist in the assertion that those children are so morally abandoned as to deserve what they are suffering. In order to bring himself to say this, a man must destroy in himself all feelings of mercy and compassion. He must, in short, make himself as cruel as the God in whom he believes. No man who believes that all is for the best in this suffering world can keep his ethical values unimpaired, since he is always having to find excuses for pain and misery.

— Bertrand Russell, “Has Religion Made Useful Contributions to Civilization?”

Chess Game of the Day: Caro-Kann Defense

 

One of my online chess games. Two or three weak middle game moves by me and I got hit by an avalanche. Some annotations below . . .

1. …c6 Caro-Kann Defense

3. e5 Advance Variation

3. …c5 Botvinnik-Carls Defense

13. Qd4? Maybe 13. a4, instead of putting the queen where Black can point a bishop at it.

29. Ra2 Black has the best of things at this point. Possibly Rxf8, taking a piece out of the attack, is an improvement.

34. Ra8? Moving the rook back to a2 would have been better.

39. …Ra1 I thought 39. …Ra2 was better but this move still doesn’t put much of a dent in a large Black advantage.

41. Re2?? 41. Ke3 could have prolonged the agony. The game is really over at this point, but in a blitz game where we both had a little under 40 seconds left, why not play it out? Time constraints sometimes lead to unexpected blunders.

41. …Qc1 Not that I computed it at the time but Black has a forced mate from here, although it’s a long sequence.

And That’s the Truth: Nothing Was Delivered

 
Sojourner Truth

[And That’s the Truth is a feature by our guest blogger, Sojourner Truth — PE]

Can you name me one black person who’s life is better because of Colin Kaepernick? He’s made our lives worse.

He widened the racial divide in our country, he pushed this Defund the Po-lice notion that has blown up in the face of everyone who’s tried it.

Chicago cut $8 million outta the police budget and now the mayor callin the Feds sayin “You gotta help us wid all dis goddam crime!” My lord, who’d of guessed that gettin rid of people whose job is stoppin crime would lead to more crime? And most of the crime is in black neighborhoods. Thank you, Colin Kaepernick.

This boy work for Nike, which as you know, is affiliated with slave labor. They pay people in Vietnam a dollar a day to stitch sports apparel while Kaepernick makes millions to moan about inequality and injustice. You see da irony?

If Nike sent him to Vietnam to work for a dollar a day I’d be a lot more interested in what he had to say.

And that’s the Truth!

See You in Hell, Convoy Haters

 
Satan

[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE]

Greetings mortals —

You may remember back in 2020, pre-vaccine, when you were all in your comfy lockdowns, that everyone was fine with truckers being designated as “essential workers,” so they could risk their lives and health to deliver your stupid Amazon purchases, bring food to the supermarket, deliver medicine, make sure that presents arrived by Christmas morning, but as soon as they opposed government-mandated injections, the same truckers became racists, Nazis, etc.

The people you’re screaming at in Ottawa are the people who kept the world turning. You were fine letting them risk their lives before there was a vaccine. Now you want to shut down their lives because they fail to show the proper obedience or they ask too many questions.

See you in Hell . . .

Utterly Different From What We Expected

 
Friedrich Hayek

We are ready to accept almost any explanation of the present crisis of our civilization except one: that the present state of the world may be the result of genuine error on our own part and that the pursuit of some of our most cherished ideals has apparently produced results utterly different from those which we expected.

— Friedrich Hayek, The Road to Serfdom

Aside

Of the two witnesses, hold the principal one — You know yourself better than anyone else knows you.

P.J. O’Rourke, 1947-2022

 
P.J. O'Rourke

Like many men of my generation, I had an opportunity to give war a chance, and I promptly chickened out. I went to my draft physical in 1970 with a doctor’s letter about my history of drug abuse. The letter was four and a half pages long with three and a half pages devoted to listing the drugs I’d abused. I was shunted into the office of an Army psychiatrist who, at the end of a forty-five minute interview with me, was pounding his desk and shouting, “You’re fucked up! You don’t belong in the Army!” He was certainly right on the first count and probably right on the second. Anyway, I didn’t have to go. But that, of course, meant someone else had to go in my place. I would like to dedicate this book to him.

I hope you got back in one piece, fellow. I hope you were more use to your platoon mates than I would have been. I hope you’re rich and happy now. And in 1971, when somebody punched me in the face for being a long-haired peace creep, I hope that was you.

— P.J. O’Rourke, Give War a Chance

RIP P.J. O’Rourke

Aside

Although experiences may seem solid, they are passing memories.

Donald Knuth: Observations About Programming and Specifications

 
Donald Knuth

When you’re doing programming, you have to explain something to a computer, which is dumb. When you’re writing a document for a human being to understand, the human being will look at it and nod his head and say, “Yeah, this makes sense.” But there are all kinds of ambiguities and vagueness that you don’t realize until you try to put it into a computer. Then all of a sudden, almost every five minutes as you’re writing the code, a question comes up that wasn’t addressed in the specification. “What if this combination occurs?” It just didn’t occur to the person writing the design specification. When you’re faced with doing the implementation, a person who has been delegated the job of working from a design would have to say, “Well, hmm, I don’t know what the designer meant by this.”

It’s so hard to do the design unless you’re faced with the low-level aspects of it, explaining it to a machine instead of to another person. I think it was George Forsythe who said, “People have said you don’t understand something until you’ve taught it in a class. The truth is you don’t really understand something until you’ve taught it to a computer, until you’ve been able to program it.” At this level, programming was absolutely important.

When I got to actually programming TeX, I had to also organize it so that it could handle lots of text. I had to develop a new data structure in order to be able to do the paragraph coming in text and enter it in an efficient way. I had to introduce ideas called “glue,” and “penalties,” and figure out how that glue should disappear at boundaries in certain cases and not in others. All these things would never have occurred to me unless I was writing the program.

There Is No Country Like America

 

From an interview with Virginia Lt. Gov. Winsome Sears:

There is no country like America. There is not. Not one. . . .

I mean, I’m the one who got off the plane and here I am, here in the former capital of the Confederacy for goodness sake. I am second in command. Second in command. I’m a black woman. I am not first-generation American. I am still the immigrant.

As I said, I’m a black woman, immigrant, and what else can you say to me that would say, well, “racism, racism, racism”? How do you explain me? I’m not an outlier. I’m not a one-off. The opportunities are here.

Are we denying that there have been problems, that there has been slavery, that there has been racism, or that there has been segregation, and redlining, and blue codes, and all this stuff? No, we’re not denying any of that. We just said, I sit here second in command of the former capital of the Confederacy.

And while America may not be what she’s supposed to be, as we have a saying in church, “I may not be what I’m supposed to be, but I ain’t what I used to be.” That’s America. She may not be what she’s supposed to be, but she ain’t what she used to be. It is not, as I’ve said before, 1963 when my father came at the height of the civil rights movement.

By the way, Jamaicans have been coming and other people have been coming, who are black, to America since the 1900s, when it was way worse for us. But we understood that we could make the best of what we had, and we’ve been doing that. . . .

I am an overcomer, many black people are overcomers. We could say to ourselves, “They threw this in our path, but we’ve overcome that. They threw that in our path, but we overcome that.” And we’re going to keep overcoming. We’re going to keep striving. . . .

But the constant black versus white versus Asian versus Hispanic—who wants to live like that? No. So, we need to teach our children all of history—the good, the bad, the ugly—because one thing we learned from history, as someone said, is that we don’t learn from history. But then, we’re going to keep going, we’re going to keep striving, because our children need a hope and a future. And to keep looking back, there is nothing back there. The future is ahead.

Winsome Sears

God Hates Children?

 

“God hates children.”

For a moment Viking Man is too lost in his reverie to have heard, but then he turns to the other man. “Can’t say I ever thought of it that way, vicar.”

“God is always killing children in the Bible, or threatening to,” says Vikar. “He kills His own child.”

Viking Man nods slowly. “That’s a hell of an observation,” he says.

— Steve Erickson, Zeroville