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Consequence vs Risk

17 July 2021

The very act of getting into your car and attempting to drive safely across town is to reconcile yourself to killing innocent strangers.

This illustrates the danger of confusing consequences with risks.
To amplify further, the consequence of being hit by a meteor the size of a refrigerator is total obliteration. The risk isn’t worth worrying about.

update 210815: With my vigorous immune system and with my regularly encountering various coronae, influenzae, and other viri to keep it well practiced (regulated), would the risks introduced by strange, generationally untested potions be greater than any of their alleged protections?
In my case, yes, so “vaccination” is contra-indicated.

update 210825: You can obsess over the (possible) consequences, or you can evaluate the (probable) risks.

28 August 2021 – On “Following the Science™”

Israeli researchers (at the Kahn Sagol Maccabi Research Centre and Tel Aviv University, 25 August 2021) disclose that “natural immunity” is thirteen times more effective at preventing (re)infection than is “vaccination,” and twenty-seven times more effective at mitigating the symptoms of those (re)infected.  Apparently, when encountering a novel protein, our “antibodies” will adjust their own chemistry to fight it off, and even remember it for months or years after.  For some of us, our “immune systems” may over-react to certain otherwise innocuous proteins, and we will present with “allergies” — to pollen, to peanuts, to beestings, or to dander. 

Elsewhen and elsewhere, a study of over 7000 blood samples from the American Red Cross found evidence of Wuhan Flu™ antibodies in over a hundred specimens taken as early as 13 December 2019. Meanwhile, my work schedule finds me at The Vectory™ (aka The QuikkStopp-by-the-Interstate™) located conveniently just an hour from The Big Airport.  This puts me less than twenty-four hours away from just about anywhere on Earth.  I took sick on the 24th of December and did not recover until the Tenth Day of Christmas.  At the time I thought it was just my biennial flu coming back to recharge my immune system.  It hung on for a little longer than average, but otherwise I had no reason to suspect it was anything other than another influenza or corona or rhino virus.  I had the typical respiratory and inflammatory symptoms – headache, congestion, body ache, low grade fever and nausea, and compromised senses of taste and smell.  All fairly typical (even if uncommon) for me, and I didn’t think much of it other than its being its usual drag.

Getting better, as I usually do, and continuing to work regularly, I felt fine for the next almost nine months until I was finally canned for my stubborn masklessness.  Somehow, I had managed to survive nine months of plague without dipping myself daily in Purell® or muzzling up and cowering every time a strange customer (masked or not) walked into the shop. 

210828, correspondent JP “almost died from a DT vaccine in 1989. Left me seriously ill for over a year. After that I was allergic to things I had never been allergic to –peanuts, strawberries — and I could not be outside for any length of time, [or I’d] get sick from allergies. Took almost 3 years for those problems to go away, never have tried peanuts again though.” JP‘s vaccination experience may be an extraordinary and unusual case, but it is still illustrative of the dangers of unnecessarily compromising our immune systems. Sometimes the risk is worth it, and sometimes not. Proceed with caution and, above all in matters medical, your mileage may vary.

9 September 2021 —  Inverting the Burden
Many theists, statists, maskerati, and other committed faddists embrace a common logical fallacy. 
Often, during rhetorical exchanges, I am challenged to:
“Prove that there’s no god.”   
“Prove that anarchy is utopian.”  
“Prove that Wuhan Flu™ is not dangerous.”  
“Prove that masks don’t work.”

Of course I cannot, nor would I bother to attempt such a silly exercise.  In logical discourse, the burden of proof is always on the affirmative proposition.  While the prospect of “no god” may strike many believers as a positively ridiculous notion, it is still a claim of a negative condition, just as are “no state” or “no danger” or “no mask.” I’ve yet to hear an affirmative argument that convinces me that fresh air, anti-viral ultraviolet radiation, proper nutrition, good rest, and happy thoughts are more dangerous to my health than bacteria-laden moist facial diapers restricting my airway and compromising social intercourse.

15 August 2022
I’m still selling cigarettes to fat people at the QuikkStopp™ who are wearing their obedience masks.
Because they’re concerned about their health.
Fat people.
Buying cigarettes.
Wearing masks. On their chins.
For their health.

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Transtrendyrism™

6 July 2017

I don’t make a great deal of the alleged “transgender anomaly” running through our bloodline (according to my son, who wonders about a possible genetic component.) When the fifteen year old grandniece declared that “last year” she had “definitely” been a lesbian, and now was “definitely a boy”. I concluded that she was definitely fifteen.

I was naturally relieved to learn of the fourteen year old grandniece’s safe return, and not terribly surprised to learn of her current re-identification. If she prefers “Ky” (or, original Greek spelling: “X”) to the perceived abomination that her parents tried tagging her with, well, I can certainly relate to that.

I was surprised when son informed me that sixteen year old grandniece had also hopped aboard the trendy new trans trolley. She had previously struck me as being rather affirmatively and comfortably feminine. But, it’s her call, I guess.

I reckon adolescents likely know themselves well enough to decide these things, but…

My own grandson, apparently now “identifies as female.” Sadly, this doesn’t surprise me all that much. Early reports had him a rambunctious force of nature, bounding through life with boyish vigor.

But boyish vigor is an unpopular commodity these days. We are living in a culture that celebrates and glorifies womanhood, exalts victimhood, and denigrates patriarchy, rape culture, and well, boyish vigor. Boyish energy is so unwelcome at the government schools that many offenders are tranked into ambulatory somnolence lest they offend the sacred order.

And of course, the lad has an assertive older sister. And parents who are deeply steeped in Leftie Culture. (Girls are cool! Girls are powerful! Toxic masculinity! Pay gap! Misogynist in the White House! Love Trumps Hate! Trans is trendy!) We are pack animals, after all, and popular opinion will usually win out, as most of us are eager to be one of the cool kids.

So, summing up: Instant granddaughter.
Or, not so fast. These issues will either be grown out of or grown into

I will ever endeavor to attend to the preferred proper nouns that people pick out for themselves, so long as they seem to be taking themselves seriously. But until jobs are secured, money is spent, and surgeries are performed, or other commensurate commitments are demonstrated, I’m going to stick with the pronouns that I’ve been using.

update 201119:  this writer goes into greater detail on the boring technical details

https://aberrosexualism.blogspot.com/2014/03/normal-0-21-false-false-false-en-us-x.html?m=1

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The Fixed Game

correspondent KJ asks:
“Why do people confuse corporate capitalism with libertarianism?”

correspondent Bret Hinowi is also particularly puzzled, insofar as “corporatism is bipartisan policy. They seem to want to defend it and oppose it at the same time.”

I too am sad, but hopeful anyway, as long as there are still people like me around to come up with answers to KJ’s and others’ questions. Maybe the insights are helpful.

People don’t like thinking.
Thinking is hard. It’s easier to equate tropes.
Corporadoes and Banksters deal in money and “capitalists are all about making money” so therefore our corporatist (or “fascist,” Benito had a hard time deciding which) status quo is called “capitalist” in spite of the mountains of impedimenta erected by the state, and the special favors offered to loyal campaign contributors.

Leftists, mystics, and children believe that buying bureaucrats and legislators are “free market” activities. PJ O’Rourke reminds us that when legislatures are charged with deciding what gets bought or sold, then the first things bought or sold are legislators.

We don’t need to get all the big money out of politics.
We need to get all the big politics out of our money.

correspondent Von Tietje wonders: “How many actual scientists do you know?“

Golly, in light of my Mom once asserting that she knew me better than I knew myself, I have to doubt if I really know any other scientists either.

So… let’s pretend it’s zero. How would that disqualify me from analyzing mathematical models or understanding the difference between the literal and the allegorical? Many lay enthusiasts are well versed in arcana outside their professions. A draft dodger can be an astute military analyst and a paraplegic can be well schooled in baseball, and I may not even be an actual scientist or engineer.
Maybe, like Charlie, “I’m not even here!”

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“GI” = “Guilty Indeed”

12 June 2021

I don’t hide the fact that I am a reformed terrorist (Strategic Air Command, ca. 1980), so it is hardly hypocritical of me to follow the lead of leftists and paint people with broad brushes.  (But in my case, for the sake of fun-filled rhetoric, of course!)

My brother and I both indentured ourselves to the War (“Defense”) Department during the same time that the F’eral Government (on behalf of “Our Democracy”) was violently suppressing cannabis and free enterprise.  Therefore, as GIs, we were fighting to have peaceful potheads and merchants beaten up and thrown into cages.  You may dispute that as stupid, provocative, and faulty reasoning (and so would I), but I merely follow the same path I’ve heard since childhood.

Robert E. Lee fought for the Commonwealth of Virginia at a time when Virginia violently protected the legal institution of slavery, therefore Lee fought for slavery.  In fact, it was Lee, the Abolitionist who wrote that “[S]lavery as an institution is a moral and political evil,” who surrendered to Grant, the last legal slave owner in Richmond, who only freed his slaves when the ratification of the Thirteenth Amendment finally forced his hand.

Putting relevance aside, I wonder today: 
Is an affable goof who confidently misspells “potatoe” really worse than a superficial fraud who can’t decide which pronunciation of her given name (“Cam a luh” or “Comma law” or “kuh Maula”) has the greatest ethnic heft? And were they both put into their lofty positions to make doddering ex-Vice Presidents seem not so bad after all?

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‘Merica’s Spankin’

8 June 1967

Oy, Gevalt!  Such a schmeck they have given us! 

Those goyim houseboys, Lyin’ Lyndon Johnson and Dandy Dean Rusk, no great mensches either one, got their tuchases tapped by their Zionist masters on June 8th of 1967, when Israeli “Defense” Forces attacked the USS Liberty as it presumed to sail through international waters, thereby killing thirty-four American Seamen.

They couldn’t just send a nice brisket and matzah instead?

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The Arcs of Acquiescence

1 June 2021

If you watch the sheeple defending their masters’ orthodoxies for a few decades, you’re apt to notice some patterns emerging.  Even when armed with mountains of evidence and unassailable reason, the responses are predictable. 

It starts:  “You’re crazy!  That’s impossible!  You’re making that up!  You’ll believe anything that Tjump (or I’ll-bomb-ya) says!  If I’ll-bomb-ya (or Tjump, or one of his toadies) says it, it can’t possibly be true.”

As the evidence adds up and the façade cracks, it evolves:  “Sure, it may be possible, but Dr Nozitol™ says it isn’t.  What do you know about it?  Are you a doctor (or structural engineer, or economist, or tax collector or other criminal)?  Okeh, maybe it’s feasible, but it’s still a stretch, and Dr Nozitol™ still says…”

Once the lie becomes unsustainable, and their masters move on to new crimes, the bleats begin to yield to the yawns:  “So what?  That’s old news, time to move on.  Everybody knows that.” 
And finally:  “Yeah?  So?  I knew that all along.”

correspondent BV (not Lee) wonders: what is it that bothers the anti maskers so much about Maskers masking themselves? So much hate toward them from the “We are the REAL HEROES for REFUSING to wear masks” crowd…..
correspondent SW wonders what BV is talking about.

And I wonder… Who are these “anti maskers?”
I may not golf but I’m not anti golfing.
And I generally don’t consider myself to be particularly heroic, either (I joined the Air Force, after all), even if my refusal to endure the vertical waterboarding did cost me my job. Some might consider my present masklessness more foolish than heroic, and as a certified coward (see USAF, above) I’m not about to dispute that, either.
I’m not “bothered” by people wearing masks, though I am often frustrated, as they are denying me potentially useful non-verbal information.
But that’s their prerogative.
Besides, I don’t know their personal histories. They may be as well motivated to mask up as I was in order to meet my preemie baby in the neo-natal ICU, or as I might be in order to protect my frail ol’ Granny.
I certainly don’t object to “them” the way some have objected to me.

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On Plenary Theory

11 April 2021

“Universe” is an awkward and unfortunate word in cosmological discourse. The universe is everything.

What we generally think of as “our universe” is a discreet plenum with physical constraints, and the mathematical models that best describe what we know about our plenum suggest that the “greater universe” is filled with many such plena with similar or differing constraints.

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Awkward Allegiances

24 April 2021

Guest commentarie from correspondent Otmia Unogsy:  “You know what’s awkward?  Being dubbed an American but loathing everything about its military.  I’m civil to militarists, because they’re human and they’re at least 90% or more of Americans, and I’m not the hating kind anyway.  I actually like humans and their stellar potential.  But evangelical militarism is everywhere in the U.S.  It’s a fucking religion.  And I’m militarily atheist.  It’s AWKWARD to the point I’m not comfortable here.  And I have to shut my mouth for fear of who knows what would be done to me if I say how US militarism makes me vomit.”

I don’t fully relate to Otmia’s frustration, but I share it a lot.  Still, it sounds like it’s more comfortable being me.  Either I’m not as concerned with feeling awkward myself, or I’m less empathetic toward others’ awkwardness, or I get more of a pass from my reformed terrorist status (Strategic Air Command, ca. 1980), allowing me to talk candid shit about the Occupation.

Otmia continues:  “I just passed a billboard going into town earlier, that was advocating seductively, targeting youth, to join the marines.  Puke.  Recruiters in the schools!!  They target elementary kids.  Principles are former military, they have all the military worshipping regalia in their offices.  Half the staff in government schools are former military, and they preach militarism to the kids.  It’s sick.  Militarism is in half the TV shows.  PUKE.”

I still have a hard time disputing it, and I share many of Otmia’s concerns as well, but I think I’m generally less alarmed.  A little anyway.  Still… the worship of the state, and not just the enforcement branch of that vast criminal enterprise, is just as worrisome, and I would be considerably less alarmed if equal time were given to anarchists and peaceniks as is given to statist orthodoxy.  Meanwhile, I thank Otmia for her vigilance and attention to these matters, and hope she finds as comfortable an emotional accommodation to the real world as have I.

Otmia concludes:  “OK, I’m [removing] this post.  Too many people [at this venue] take offense.  Apologies.”

I hope no part of that apology is for me because I not only was never offended in the first place, but I also don’t blame her for ducking the additional heat.  The venue in which the comments first appeared is indeed aswarm with blood-soaked leftists who’ll seize immediate offense at any sort of anti-state or a-martial heresy.

Vaya con Carne & Sic Semper Shalom!

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Strictly Minimum™

15 May 2021

Hereafter, given a choice, I will no longer work for more than the statutory minimum wage, and will take partial payment in CASH, meaning United States Legal Tender® Gold or Silver Coins at face value.  Naturally, the proportion of specie to F’eral Reserve® Digits will be negotiable, but the total must never be more than Strictly Minimum™!

Go Strictly Minimum™.  Minimum tax liability helps to starve the beast and gun ownership helps to hold it at bay.  Transact in silver coins at face value, at currently a 97%(?) discount against F’eral Reserve® Digits (aka ClowNotes™, Sucker Bux™, or United States Legal Tender®).  Work for minimum wage and take partial (negotiable) advance payment in U$LT® silver coin at face value.  DO NOT redeem specie for F’eral paper with your employer or you are professing a tax liability.

correspondent KE expresses some (familiar and fully justified) doubts about my sincerity and/or my sanity.  She’s not always sure, and I don’t blame her because I am a lifelong sarcastic prick.

I am utterly sincere.  If tax forms are ever involved again, I will not realize more than the statutory minimum.  Fuck the state and fuck its war machine.  Far too much of my money has already been used to murder children.  The Demoblican Occupation (and their Stockholm Syndrome Cheerleaders) won’t stop until they are completely powerless or until WE are all dead.

The Currency Buds – 211202
(meter stolen from Jimmy Driftwood)

Long about 1865, the French and the Swiss thought trade was jive!
“We ought to adopt a common currency!”
And so, they organized the Latin League.
The Franc was defined in Silver and Gold,
And the Lire and Peseta jumped in the fold!
They had the goods, and they had the cash,
And the market fired up like a birthday bash!

The currency buds thought trade was keen,
That tariffs were lame and taxes were mean.
If you had silver or you had the gelt,
Then exchange rate trauma was a pain not felt!

In ’73 the USA, thought they’d jump in and join the fray!
“If we make our Dime just a little bit light,
It’ll match up with Half a Franc just right!”
So the Western world had the finest of times,
Hustlin’ their goods ‘cross the border lines!
Reliable money worked as slick as you please,
Then it all blew away in the War Storm’s breeze.

The currency buds thought trade was keen,
That tariffs were lame and taxes were mean.
If you had silver or you had the gelt,
Then exchange rate trauma was a pain not felt!

Fiat scrip’s now here to stay, so hide your silver and gold away.

The currency buds thought trade was keen,
That tariffs were lame and taxes were mean.
If you had silver or you had the gelt,
Then exchange rate trauma was a pain not felt!
(That’s good money…)

Sucker Bucks  — 140430  (original meter?)

I pulled into the QuikkStopp™, to check my manifest.
The price I saw for gasoline, well it put me to the test.
The sign said, “Bring your silver.  We’ll gladly make a deal.”
For just two silver dollars, a full tank and a good hot meal!
A paper “dollar” don’t go too far
When you try to put gasoline in your car.
Groceries, rent, and an MP3, underwear, and an orange tree,
A six-pack, chips, or a pack of smokes,
These sucker bucks are a sad sad joke!

So they call it Quantitative Easin’, but it’s their skids they’re greasin’.
The banksters keep on squeezin’ while the workers take their beatin’!
We’re just tryin’ to make a livin’ but we’re givin’ up on givin’
Our hopes or votes to more rich parasites.
It’s long past time that we adjust our sights!

If you make from silver or you make it from gold,
If you give it some value a man can hold.
If you give it some weight he can feel in his hand,
Then good’s good enough for a workin’ man.

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Conan the Librarian

11 May 2021 — with affection and gratitude to REH

Know O Scholar, that after the Works of Gutenberg,
and before the Rise of the Sons of Kindle,
that there was A Page Undreamed Of, printed and illuminated,
when leather bound and cheap paperbacks
vied for the attentions of avid readers.
Hither came Conan, an Autodidact,
with Gigantic References and Gigantic Card Catalogs,
to shush the Rubes who Chatter without respite and to
Softly Tread Between the Stacks in his Wing-tipped Feet.

Reflections on the Roster of Roberts
Everything I’ve read, or seen or heard or felt, has influenced me as a writer, as an actor, and as a human being.  That’s probably more or less how it works with most of us.  We’re complex, and our mentors are manifold.  It hadn’t occurred to me until recently that probably the strongest influences on me as a novelist all happened to be named Robert.  Other writers influence me, of course, Lethargy Lad has a great deal of Stan Lee in him, and when I’m waxing political I see myself as Mencken or Griggs, but when it comes to narrative fiction, I find the Roberts to be my steadiest guides.  (I flatter myself, of course.)  For tone, or voice, I try to channel Heinlein – suspicious, curmudgeonly, and relentlessly optimistic.  As well as goopily sentimental at times.  For narrative grace, I aim for Howard.  Though his vast catalogue of stories leans heavily on mundane or preposterous tropes, I find him to be among the most vividly lyrical of writers overall, holding his own against such luminaries as Shakespeare, Fielding, Poe, or Lewis.  Finally, for actual story structure, I think Altman is my man.  I try to tell a story mostly from the ground up, using a multitude of perspectives from disparate and distinctive characters, whose arcs ravel together into a broader story that none of them fully knows, and many will never suspect.