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Caged Rats

2 November 2020  

Caged rats were used in studies to determine the efficacy and appeal of cocaine to a captive audience.  Subjects were confined and given a choice between instant gratification, or food, water, and isolation.  They tended to hit that cocaine bar until they died of exhaustion, dehydration, and/or starvation.  This “proved” (to some minds) that cocaine is much more powerful than food or water.

But these tests were conducted in rat prison, and not in rat skate park or rat retirement village or rat discotheque.  The rats’ choices were too severely constrained to give meaningful results about what a mind might choose given a variety of options.  The results don’t reveal anything meaningful about cocaine, but much about despair and loneliness.  It’s kinda like trying to divine the sexual preferences of young men by studying prisoners.  Somehow, NONE of them seem to select benign, wholesome, or enriching relationships of respect and mutual regard, but tend instead to confine their acts to celibacy, masturbation, or random rape in the showers. 

So what’s killing those rats, then, if it’s not cocaine?  They’re not choosing cocaine over food, fellowship, and freedom.  They’re choosing palliation over purposelessness.  Am I one of those rats?  Not quite.  I haven’t been captured and caged, per se.  My “isolation” is mainly voluntary.  I found it preferable to the prospect of eight hours of uninterrupted vertical waterboarding.  Unfortunately, and probably too late, I find that I do miss many of the social aspects of the job, in spite of the many much more annoying social and logistical aspects of any job.  I miss the good parts of the job as much as I miss the fellowship of my church (whether that’s my golf club, or my political party, or my local library, or amateur theatre, or even supernatural cult rituals.)  Many of the social and cultural phenomena that help to transform existence into living are now missing.

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Dull Disclosure

2 December 2020

correspondent JP asks: Hey, is your name pronounced “Jean Grey®“?
Are you an X-Man and just not telling us?

That is the correct pronunciation, and while Stan and Jack tagged their issue “Jean” in 1963, my creators tagged me with “Gene” in 1956. Is it a happy coincidence? Not as much as I’d like. There ARE red pigments in my hair, but my telekinesis remains undeveloped, and my entrance into a room does NOT excite adolescent boys (nor adolescent middle-aged men who ride in wheelchairs).

featured graphic,
Jean (“Marvel Girl®”) Grey
Created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby
claimed de jure by Das MausenKorp®

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The Chain Cent

20 November 2020

One of the earliest productions of the U.S.Mint, the “Chain Cent” would set you back several pretty pennies if you wanted to score one for yourself.  It enjoyed a relatively brief tenure among US coinage, less than a year, particularly as compared to our present Lincoln Cent’s century of endurance. 

Legend has it that many objected to the chain because it evokes chattel slavery.  That’s a plausible argument, but I doubt it was the prime cause.  While slavery was thought to be immoral and repugnant by many in the Eighteenth Century, such folk were in fact a minority, and often considered to be unfit for polite society.  Slavery was still the living heritage of history, sanctioned by faith and tradition and the natural human desire to not want to be seen as rocking the boat. 

Another obvious evocation of chains is political bondage, and many found that antithetical to still recent revolutionary and secessionist sentiments.  Whatever the whole truth may be, now obscured by centuries, the design never saw another year. 

And that was fitting.

The chain, intended to represent “indivisibility,” was never supported by the literal confederate language of the Constitution, and is, in fact, undermined by the Tenth Amendment (and by ratification language from various State legislatures). It certainly is a cool specimen, but as a matter of policy for the official mint of what Mr Lincoln USED TO call The Grand Confederacy, the chain had to go.

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Deep State Suppression, Excessive Snivelry

“…. if it weren’t for Negan, we’d just have anarchy!”

29 November 2019 — “Lefty Moms” Please try to conceal your deep misandry from your young sons. “Mommy hates men” equals “Mommy hates me” which often equals “I hate me” which leads to young men poisoning themselves with pube-blockers, murdering their classmates, or mutilating themselves.

2 December 2019 — Anti-Semitism is abhorrent, revolting, stupid, and the natural consequence of demographics and human nature.
First, people conflate.  They attribute the characteristics of the sole example to the group.  Suppose my Granny were raped by a Romulan.  Should I assume therefore that all Romulans are rapists?  Bigots are eager to conflate.
Second, dumb people hate smart people.  “Don’t you get smart with me!  I will slap that smart mouth right off your face!”  Or murder your entire tribe.  It’s along that same continuum (albeit a little extreme) of resentment and revulsion for light, clarity, and coherence.
Finally, Jews (on average) are smarter than everybody else.  Therefore, dumb people, who are the majority, hate Jews the most.  And they conflate, so they like to pretend it’s because the Jews killed the Christ.

reposted from WorkkSeitt™ discourse, 24 May 2020 — Memorial Day is a painful reminder of the heavy personal cost of the Occupation’s aggressive and destructive foreign policy.  I mourn the victims who have died to enrich the Military Industrial Complex.  Pax, Peace, Salaam, and Shalom! correspondent AG writes:  Memorial Day is a bad day for me.  All my battle buddies I have lost thank you.

30 May 2020 — Can we expect Madeleine (“Worth it”) Albright to endorse Jo Jorgensen’s vagina for the Presidency as she did Hillary (“Lady MacBubba“) Clinton’s in 2016?  (And maybe, albeit quietly, Governor Palin’s pudendum in 2008?) Or is she resigned to spending an eternity in that special Circle of Hell, to which she referred in 2016, that is reserved for those vaginal voters who will not support female candidates?  update 200822: Unless Madame Secretary is already resigned to spending an eternity in hell for her murder of thousands of children?

2 June 2020  — With his threats to “Send in the Military” to various riot zones throughout the Union, sans invitations from the States, Donald Trump risks going from perhaps the least bad President since Jimmy Carter to maybe the worst since Abe Lincoln. update 200622: If he doesn’t stop killing Yemeni children soon, I may have to fall back from my present assessment to “least bad since Reagan.” I dread his contesting the Bushbamatons for bloodthirst.

13 June 2020  — For being such a pointless and meaningless expression, “Defund the Police” is unnecessarily potent and provocative in many quarters, and lends itself to the most outlandish nihilistic scenarios.   
But what does it mean?  I’m all for defunding Narco and Vice and no knock raids and BATFire and Zoning and, well… basically anything that gets in the face of peaceful people going about their own business.  Otherwise, as long as bad people keep trying to hurt the innocent, we’re going to want some kind of insurance against injury.  In a free market, GetLife™ and TheHardCorps™ will find it’s more profitable to protect their clients than to pay them off, and no one will find it profitable to beat up pot heads and prostitutes.

“Heroic Art” (15 August 2020) If it’s a contest then the Soviets have been the reigning champs for decades. The Nazis were also good, as well as our own FedGov. Collectivist propaganda in general is the best! The practice is horrific, of course, but the artwork is magnificent. I guess it works that way in most media. Janis Ian’s compositions were much better (she’s still great!) before she realized she was a lesbian and decided to stop torturing herself. As a not yet professional novelist I have to wonder. Am I prepared to suffer enough to actually be any good at what I do?

8 November 2020  — To Republicans whining about “Suppression Polls” discouraging you from voting: Fuck you very much. I’ve been voting for Losertarians since 1976, and not a single poll suggested that my candidate would win. It did not stop me from voting anyway because, one, I’m not a Demoblican wimp, and, two, I never voted to impress pollsters anyway. Nor am I about to waste any sympathy on anyone who would let notorious liars dictate his choices. Maybe you lost. Maybe they cheated. Focus on those details but spare us the whining about alleged “suppression” before the fact. Libertutionists and Constitarians have [taken it up the ass] too long to [cry over your butthurt].

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The Tax Bite

31 March 2002

Federal, state, and local taxes, combined with our efforts to comply with them or to avoid them account for the wasting of fully half of our productive capacity. To release our full creative potential we must lift the crushing burden of the state from the engine of prosperity. A Libertarian Congress will eliminate the federal income tax. Present Federal claims of real property are more than enough to buy our way out of what may well be an awkward transition as the Federal Welfare State is dismantled and the Federal Debt is resolved. Some Libertarians make the argument, and it is not without merit, that the Federal Government had no legitimate claim to the vast West that it administers (or mismanages), and that these lands are properly already the property of the people or the states. However, I think the issue of Federal assets is one worth exploring, and may well provide us with the means to retire the Federal debt without the prospect of default, dislocation, or widespread social violence. When the jig is up, and people see that not only is the emperor naked, but his promised feast has already been eaten by previous congresses, I fear that many disaffected people will respond with violence rather than forbearance.

Republicans talk a fair free-trade position, but when it comes down to it, they’re all too happy to raise tariffs to protect their contributors. Welfare for the wealthy is just as destructive of the free market as withholding income taxes from workers’ paychecks. Democrats talk a great deal about compassion, but they’re always ready to raise taxes to support their pet lobbyists. Millions of families are supported by two wage-earners. One works to pay the mortgage, buy the groceries, and put braces on the children’s teeth. The other works to pay Uncle Ben and Uncle Sam. America doesn’t need more “free” goodies from the federal trough. We certainly don’t need subsidized child-care. We need real tax cuts so that Ward can stay home and take care of Wally and the Beaver while June goes to the office. Or vice versa.

update 180304: It would be remiss not to mention that additional peoples‘ property claims (both in the islands, and throughout the States) continue to manifest. The Lakota Republic, for example, and their Silver Bank, are securing their local and native interests against an uncertain future, while elsewhere other secessionist movements, from Cascadia to The Coral Republic, plan for their post-united States.
“Uncle Ben” is Benjamin Cayatano, Governor of the State of Hawaii in 2002, and the hero of creepy old men throughout the islands when he vetoed the legislatures’ raising the legal age of consent from fourteen to sixteen. Said heroism was thwarted when the legislature overrode his veto with their super-majority. The general infantilization of Western Civilization continues today as talk is bandied about over raising the minimum age to purchase certain scary looking guns to twenty-one years.
Aaaaand El Donaldo continues to demonstrate his fealty to mercantilist mythology. Republicans, meanwhile, cling to their traditional bad economics and base social appeal. Fremont’s Folly may have come full circle. New tariffs and nativist retrenchment echo the Proto-Republican Know-Nothings of the Nineteenth Century.
At this point, powdered Whigs wouldn’t surprise me.

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“There Are No Innocent Third Parties”

27 July 2020  

This may be the favorite refrain of mass-murderers, spoiled children, and statesmen.  (Although “he made me” is a serious contender.)

When the U.S. government destroyed Iraq’s infrastructure, and placed an embargo over her skies and shores, hundreds of thousands of Iraqi’s died of malnutrition and/or other hygienic complications.  “Worth it,” according to Madeleine Albright.  Naturally, well-intentioned Wahabists had no choice but to fly airplanes into the World Trade Towers, thereby killing thousands more.  Of course, they deserved to die, because “there are no innocent third parties.”

When Timothy McVey took down the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, hundreds died.  Not to worry, it was a federal building, full of collaborators, and there are no innocent third parties.

When the Cavalry cleaned out the savages at Sand Creek and Wounded Knee, they were doing the Lord’s work.  These animals were in the way of Manifest Destiny.  Besides, nits grow into lice, and there are no innocent third parties.

When Sergeant Bales decided to go hunting Afghans, he ran afoul of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.  Why?  They were ragheads, weren’t they?  Hadn’t they defied their liberators? Aren’t there no innocent third parties?

When General Sherman bombed Solomon Luckie’s barber shop in downtown Atlanta, it didn’t trouble his conscience at all.  By cutting the hair of soldiers and engineers and grocers, Luckie was contributing to the Confederate Economy, and there are no innocent third parties.

When a Blue Knee crushed the life out of a Brown Neck, ardent and committed activists had no choice but to batter journalists, harass motorists, and to burn down convenience stores*, because there are no innocent third parties.

(* Also Korean barbecues, Jewish delis, Gay bakeries, and Christian bookstores)

There are many ways to say, “there are no innocent third parties.”  Popular options run the spectrum from “let’s beat up the haole kid” to “nuke ‘em all and let Allah sort ‘em out.”

update 200822:  Freely associating Robert Bales to Nidal Hassan to Chris Kyle to Edward Snowden, I am moved to point out that all four were committed activists who took matters into their own hands.  Personally, I think Bales and Hassan should stretch ropes, or be securely indentured to the families of their victims, I’m not sure.  I’m surer about Kyle and Snowden, and much clearer on their differences:  One was a hero who risked his life to protect the rights of all Americans, the other one shot strangers from a safe distance.

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Innocent Backstanders

3 October 2020  

Chris Wallace plays a journalist on TV.  He feigns objectivity as he loads his “questions” with assumptions and accusations and demands that any opponents to the Deep State pledge to stop beating their wives and cheating on their taxes.

How I remember it (paraphrased):

CW:  Will you condemn far right violence?
DT:  Sure.
CW:  I’m not taking “yes” for an answer.  When will you tell your violent alt-right white supremacist supporters that behavior like Charlottesville is unacceptable?
DT:  Who do you want me to denounce?  Give me a name.
JB (quietly):  Proud Boys?
CW:  Will you tell them to stand down?
DT:  Sure.  Stand back and stand by, but the real problem is with the radical left and antiFA and –
CW:  Moving on…

Chris is clearly in on it, knowing that a hypervigilant response to one threat necessitates neglecting other (sometimes more pressing) problems.  Violence is okeh as long as it serves the needs of the Deep State, and honest journalism is also acceptable, as long as it serves the needs of propaganda.  Otherwise, inconvenient facts are to be dismissed.  Like Mr Trump’s often repeated, generally neglected, and long forgotten condemnations of racist supremacism.  (“Good people on both sides” explicitly referenced those who would contest the suitability of historical monuments in public spaces, and not Nazis versus Commies.)

Here’s another inconvenient fact that was missed or dismissed by both the Deep State’s handmaiden and Kamala’s stalking horse:  The Proud Boys are a pan-racial organization of dudes who like the idea of feminine women, masculine men, and Western Civilization, and are generally disinclined to apologize for their testicles.  Also hanging out with other dudes who feel the same way.  Mainly, they’re educated frat boys.  They may not back down, but their policy is to not START the fight.  Proud Boys’ spokesmodel Enrique Tarrio might be surprised to learn that he is a white supremacist, but maybe not.  After all, distorting the truth is the Deep State’s specialty, and Chris and Joe are both obedient subalterns.

update 201004:
I suppose I should cross reference this file to Bad Poetry now.

Hickory Sticks Lie Handy
(meter stolen from Ragni, Rado, & MacDermot)

(Bubble Gum verses)

Proud Boys are auspicious, cutting edge of fun!
Take a stand for manhood!
Protect the neighborhood good!
Bodycheck antiFA ’fore they burn us down!

It’s a time of trials, and liberty retreats.
Society’s gone crazy, their reasoning’s all hazy
Because they dance in rhythm to a socialistic beat!

“Proud Boys are atrocious, neo-Nazi scum!”
“They terrorize the townsfolk!”
“They’re only here to provoke!”
At least that’s what they tell us on the lame TeeVee!

Red and Black and White and Brown and Proud Boys!

(Mo’Town verses)

Proud Boys stand for reason, Proud Boys hold the line,
‘fyou just wish to voice your protest, the Proud Boys say, “That’s fine!”
But if you’re… here for trouble, they’ll step up…. on the double.
You get a chance to walk away, and if you don’t you’ll rue that day!

‘cause Proud Boys handle biz’ness, Proud Boys don’t take shit.
If you hassle Proud Boys’ comrades, expect a busted lip!
Oh the left wing… they call ‘em racist, or neo-crypto fascist!
But I think they’re all stand up boys, and I cannot resist!

Now mainly… they’re just frat boys, with advanced degrees,
Who’ve discerned that leftist thinking is cognitive disease!
Show me a proud, a strong, a righteous,
A smart and noble, courageous,  PROUD BOY…
proud boy… PROUD BOY… proud boy… PROUD BOY!
They’re here for us!

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Tactical Privilege

29 December 2019

“At least with a knife, an attacker wouldn’t be able to do as much damage as with a gun.”  Okeh, sure, ceteris parabus. But all things are NOT equal.

Two sad and revolting scenes in two days.  Sad, but instructive: 

Bipedal garbage walks into a church in New York with a knife and manages to stab five before being subdued.

Anthropoid filth walks into a church in Texas with a gun and shoots two before being stopped by armed parishioners.

Admittedly, two data are hardly sufficient for statistical rigor, but anecdotes (as gun-grabbers well know) can be illustrative, instructive, and potent.  Assuming they were equally suitable to your particular flavor of faithful celebration, which church would you attend?  I’m not especially mindful of people’s delicate little feelings in re scary guns, so I’m stuck with the math.  I believe that two fresh corpses make for a less tragic day than five.  Et tu?

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“Say her name.”

24 September 2020  

That’s easy. 

Ashli Babbitt. Allison Krause.  Sandra Scheuer. 
Breonna Taylor.  Vickie Weaver.

Easy and sad and tedious. 
If we really wanted to be tiresome we could go through the roles at
Sand Creek and Wounded Knee and Mount Carmel, too. 

The litany of government privileged murder goes on and on. 

(Also known as, “We’re Blue.  Screw you.”)

“Murder?” many may bleat, 
“Wasn’t Ms Taylor accidentally killed by defensive fire?”

That’s arguable.  And irrelevant.  She was killed after armed men showed up at her home to suppress capitalism. 
That was the crime, and according to felony murder doctrine…

update 210415: Since the unnamed operative who shot and killed
Ashli Babbitt, crawling through a window and presenting
NO IMMINENT THREAT TO ANYONE, but still desecrating the
Sacred Space of the Capitol, has just been “exonerated” by his accomplices in the “Justice Department,” I thought it fitting to add Ms Babbit to the sad roll of “Say Her Name” victims. But apparently, according to the subalterns of the church, her killing was NOT sinful,
but the righteous response to her obvious
Blasphemy Against the State Religion.

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Poker Night

18 February 2019

I like to imagine that some of my favorite Legionnaires, Brainiac 5, Bouncing Boy, Ultra Boy, Colossal Boy, and I (Lethargy Lad) get together every other Saturday night to play poker and pass the pipe. Sometimes the girls like to hang out too, which is great, because Kara can always quick chill our beers (Jo can‘t do it because when he drinks he forgets to switch powers and then he risks frostbiting his own fingers), and Yera usually manages to dig up some cousin or another for me who often looks amazingly like Bettie Page or Myrna Loy.

Playing poker with Brainy can be a mixed bag. The man knows his odds, but he can’t read anybody’s tells, and we can all read his. We generally clean him out.

update 200914: I adore Brainy! Don’t get me wrong. I generally tease most those I love most. It hadn’t occurred to me until recently (I can be astonishingly dense) that most of my favorite fictional characters share the same “defect” (aspect?) as I: Sherlock Holmes, Mark Duquesne, Brainiac 5, and Red Forman are all either unable or unwilling to sustain the pretense that people are not fools. In my case and Brainy’s I think it’s mainly unable. We try to be nice (he is a Legionnaire, after all!) but it’s just so hard. I think Red and Sherlock are mainly nice guys, too, but Sherlock is also coked out, and Red is just so fed up. (Blacky Duquesne was an evil bastard, of course, but still, standards are standards.)