In Defense of Elitism

Advanced placement and honors classes cannot be “supremacist” — white or otherwise — because placement into those classes are based on performance and not on appearance
(except maybe for “Advanced Supermodelling”).

On the other hand, true to accusation, they ARE elitist, and we understand that “elitism” is anathema to resentful leftists.
But so what? They’re elitist, too. And so are you.

Don’t believe it? Don’t like the idea?
You don’t have to. It’s still true.

Suppose your cat were sick. Would you take him to a mechanic?
A plumber? The grocer or a tavern?
To the butcher shop or to a taxidermist?
Well, maybe as a last resort, but…
NO! Of course not! You’d seek out one of those elites, a specialist who worked hard to distinguish himself from other tradesmen.
You want a veterinarian for your cat,
not a financial planner or a community organizer!

In fact, we’re ALL elitists! For some reason some people are not only ashamed of it, but they’re also very good at kidding themselves.
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curious update 191109: I still don’t know whether the Journal printed this piece. (Why wouldn‘t they? My work is always first rate!) The response (from editor LM), while encouraging simply because it is a response, is nevertheless ambiguous. I’ve been regularly sending stuff to the War Street Journal, Pravda Sivoydne (“Truth” Today), and my local Demoblican mouthpiece. USA Toady has an obedient robot that consistently acknowledges my submissions, conveying editorial’s regrets that they can’t print all they get. Neither the Journal nor Our Hometeam Fishwrap have ever acknowledged any submissions, and as far as I know the Journal has never printed any either. I expect the local’s bar is a little lower than the nationals’ so I occasionally make that scene.

But, alas, still no sign of my work in wider circulation. I can’t be sure. As vain as I am, I’m still cheap. I don’t see those expensive papers every day, and I pay for them even less frequently.

Maybe I’ll never know. This could be LM’s clever way of saying, “Congratulations! You made the cut! Watch for your deathless words in an upcoming edition!” Or maybe I just touched a nerve. In any event, the sentiments of his response, via e-mail, were at least pertinent to my own. And whether or not this is his own composition, he does not say. For all its heralding hopes and joy, it is altogether quite the ambiguous message. Still…

Spurn not the nobly born
With love affected,
Nor treat with virtuous scorn
The well-connected.
High rank involves no shame —
We boast an equal claim,
With him of humble name,
To be respected.

Courting the Backlash Vote?

29 October 2019

I probably wouldn’t vote for this ticket. I expect they are both too deeply enmired in Democrat orthodoxy for me to support them, but they still have my sympathies. And of course their entrance into the race would create serious turbulence in Lefties’ minds, ostensibly dedicated as they claim to be to such notions of “live and let live” (in spite of their opposition to the same principle for those who might stray from their contemporaneous catechisms).

Irrespective of the possibilities of “abusive behavior” or “undue influence” or “misappropriation of public funds” — all legitimate concerns which MIGHT be relevant — I think they both caved too readily to popular bigotry. If legal charges are to be brought, then let them come. Otherwise, about ninety-nine percent of the time, the way you swing your wingwang is the least interesting thing about you.

Frankly I’d like to see more of a fight on behalf of “Keep your face out of my personal business!”

The Identity Offense

7 October 2019 — Nobody “suffers” from Stockholm Syndrome… except those of us who don’t have it. Stockholm Syndrome isn’t the affliction. It’s the hostages’ relief, a palliative, their cure for despair. Those who enjoy its benefits are more at ease. They feel more secure as they align their fates with their abusers’. At its most ardent Stockholm Syndrome manifests itself in concentration camp capo, Soviet era stukashi, and timeless schoolyard snitches. It’s all around us, from the abused spouse to the faithful Demoblican voter, and they will identify themselves for you by saying such things as:
I am Negan.”
“It’s for your own good.”
“They brought it on themselves.”
“In America, We the People are the government.”

18 October 2019 — Could there be a more wholesome or endearing endorsement of a President’s foreign policy than a Bipartisan Rebuke? For decades Demoblicans and Repucrats have been hard pressed to find a hot spot on Earth they didn’t wish to extinguish with floods of American blood or to bury under mountains of native corpses.
And it’s all worked out so well, this regime change paradigm of theirs! Chased the Commies out of Korea and Vietnam. Got rid of Iran’s troublesome Mossadegh and installed that steady satrap Reza Pahlavi. Today Iran remains America’s staunchest ally. Secular despots were toppled in Iraq and Libya and now those states are Models of Democracy.
And things were going just swimmingly in Syria, too, until that peacenik American rabble got wind of it and elected Mr Trump. In other news, NATO ally signals intent to murder Kurds. Following Ronald (“Ol’ Cut’n’Run”) Reagan’s valiant example of retreat from Beirut, Trump declines to assist NATO ally or Kurds.
It may be a pretty thin non-intervention, but I’ll take it over 
Lady MacBubba’s “We came. We saw. He died. Ha ha ha!

“The Identity Defense” (28 October 2019) — What if, instead of blaming an imaginary car-jacker, Susan Smith had simply “identified” as childless? Leftie orthodoxy puts those penis packing proto patriarchs in the backseat in the Wrong and Saintly Susan, in search of her Best Self, in the Right. Clearly, they were never her allies, and they did nothing to help her in her Quest for Actualization.

Austrian Dominance?

7 October 2019

It was with no small measure of surprise that I read (Wall Street Journal October 5&6 edition: “Team Liberty”) that, “by the end of the 20th century, the ideas of the Austrian School would [come to] dominate global economic policies.”

“Dominate?” If I’d read “influence” I probably would not have blinked. The Austrian School’s influence has grown and ebbed over the generations, but I’ve yet to witness its DOMINATION.

Perhaps one could educate this (apparently) poor scholar. I do remember Bubba’s disingenuous claim that “the era of Big government [was] over.” Other than that, what else might I have missed? What globally dominating institution (transnational corporation OR government) has uniformly renounced price controls, tariffs, income and capital gains taxation, prohibition, prior restraint, central banking, or fiat currency?

To the contrary, that litany of crimes is actually contemporaneous orthodoxy.

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Listening Between the Lines & other Losses

“Insufficient Eyes” (12 January 2019)
I have only two eyes.
If I were to keep (fix, sustain, do not remove) my eyes (note plural usage, meaning both of them) on the prize, there would be no eye left for anything else, including keeping it on the ball.
“Why did you run into that player?”
“I didn’t see him.”
“Why didn’t you watch where you were running?”
“You told us to keep our eyes on the ball. I was watching the ball.”
Coach didn’t like that answer. I think this may have been the same psycho-terrorist who insisted that I “Don’t try! Just do it!” But of course he would never explain how ANYTHING is EVER done without trying.
It could be that I missed his larger lesson;
it may have had something to do with running laps.

“The Consequences of Fakery” (1 September 2019)
The consequences of fakery are varied, ranging from trivial to dire.
In the social or emotional realm, fakery can [aggravate emotional fragility] or, more seriously, [compromise a] reputation.
In accounting or actuarial work it leads to bankruptcy and disgrace.
In the material realm (carpentry, engineering, surgery) people die. 
update 210105:  In the political realm, fakes are elected and re-elected and millions are financially ruined and thousands die.

(1 September 2019) A fool and his honeys are soon half-way fed up with each other. I will testify to that. As this fool never sought divorce, my hapless honeys were obliged to carry the whole load themselves. And when you work out the averages you get half, so I remain correct (one of my many flaws — no wonder they ditched me)! : update 9 January 2021 — the beat goes on…

“Diggin’ up Bones” (6 September 2019)
“I’m diggin’ up bones… exhumin’ things that’s better left alone”?
The authors of this song (Paul Overstreet, Al Gore, and Nat Stuckey) expressed it as a declarative sentence, and while singing it vocalist Randy Travis betrays not a hint of a Valley Girl accent, so there is no good reason to infer that it is a question. Yet I have misquoted it as a question because I think it is a very good question. For me.
What am I doing here with all this writing and hoping for feedback and other silly or stupid activity?
I’m diggin’ up bones. When patterns are presented by dynamic processes (like human beings, f’rinstance) sometimes an exhumation or other deeper analysis will yield useful results.
Other times it will blow up in my face. Boy Howdy!

“Another Case of ‘I’m NOT My Daddy!'” (15 September 2019)
Hip texters (or textie hipsters?) may wish to assert their digital prowess and distance themselves from “old people” who can spell (Wall Street Journal weekend edition: “Tales of ‘Woah’”). That’s fine in their clique. That’s what slang is for, to conceal meaning and to exclude outsiders. However, if one wishes to communicate with strangers, correct grammar and spelling remain key to clear meaning.
It might be helpful to consult with Noah Webster over the probable pronunciation of “woah.” Meanwhile, I’m not so old that I don’t remember movies. When Keanu Reeves skidded to a stop at the roof’s edge, he did not say “woe-uh.” He released the single breathy syllable, “Whoa!” (pronounced Hwoe).
English phonics can be confusing; ask someone who doesn’t pronounce his name kanidjit (“Knight”). Intentionally mispronouncing and misspelling words or reversing definitions (“sick” – “bad” – “privilege”) doesn’t help.

“Who Needs to ‘Learn How to Lose’?” (20 September 2019)
This is one of those “valuable team/sports/life lessons” we hear too much about. Losing goes on all the time. It takes almost no effort to lose. In fact, “no effort” is often one of the key elements of losing. Anyone presuming to teach you “how to lose” is wasting his own time (his own privilege) and insulting you (your own call.) If you’ve ever come in other than first or misplaced your keys, you already know how to lose. It’s a drag.
Maybe team sports are intended to teach me how to like it.

“Listening Between the Lines” (29 September 2019)
Because…
“Would you like a receipt?”
“I’m good.”
“I’m delighted you’re good. Would you like a receipt?”
“I don’t need one.”
“I realize. Nobody needs a receipt. Would you like one?”
“I said NO!”
“Thank you.”

Janson Jacket (28 December 2019)
Is she wondering how pleasant and charming he might be?
Or giving woodland survival tips?
Was that “Wood gnat be sweet”
or “Would Nat be sweet?”

A Brief Encounter (10 August 2020)
(co-authored by Huey Lewis —  “Yes, it’s true!”)
Customer:  “…and the same.”
Clerk:  “A dray?”
Customer:  “Yes!”


Adventures in Bad Lyrics, volume thirteen: Essential Elements for my HipHop Hit

Step One: Come up with about fifteen seconds of original material.

Step Two: Assemble these essential elements:
“Say what?”
“Whuss’at?”
“Nigga”
“Bitch”
“Par-TEE, par-tay, and let’s git this pahty stahted.”
“U.S.A.”
“Freakay.”
“DJ Wayne Williams”
“Secret Place”
“Layees uhn djelmun”
“Yeeah, Ow, and Uh!”

Step Three: Distribute liberally throughout original work plus another fifteen seconds of stol– uh, “sampled” material, and repeat several times.
(Helpful hint, no extra charge: Strang and Thangthey rhyme!)

Oh lord, stalkin‘ an old die yuppin.
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Adventures in Bad Lyrics, volume twelve: “You’re built like a car…”

“…you’ve got a hub cap diamond star halo…”

Yeah, well, that’s not quite a beautiful lyric, but I reckon it’s better than…

…you got a low hanging extra wide rear end…
…your tailpipe leaks noxious vapor…
…you got a timing belt out of alignment…
…you got a cracked windshield and torn sun roof…

You dirty Sweden! You’re my girl!
Get it on. Bang a gong. Ghee yong!

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Adventures in Bad Lyrics, volume eleven: Obvious Answers

26 September 2019 — Expressions like “I hurt myself today to see if I still feel” and “I just want to feel today” and “Can I ask you a question?” can all be profound and meaningful and beautiful or light and cheery with a beat you can dance to or redundant and stupid, depending on the delivery.
Grammar Nazis will focus on the redundant and stupid. Desire (“I just want”) and curiosity (“to see if”) are both FEELINGS! To ask is to already know. Just like enquiring after the possibility of an action one is actually undertaking (or having the temerity to do without permission that for which one entreats permission) the very entertainment of the thought resolves all of the implied questions.
So unless you share George Carlin’s or Johnny Cash’s ability to amuse me or to wrench my heart out, don’t bug me with your silly questions.

200105 — “Jou’ve got me intubated.  Situation in control, preparation on a roll…  Purina Tjou Tjou, Baaaai-bee!”

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Thank You for Packing Heat

23 February 2018

I appreciate that Kentucky and Ohio are open carry states. Though I’ve never been a big fan of guns myself, or of cars, explosions, or other loud things, I’ve also never been uncomfortable around them. They’re just tools, after all, like hammers and automobiles. None of them are “dangerous.” With the same hammer you could build a church or cave in the back of my head. One act would be a crime against humanity, the other act simple homicide. Either way, the hammer remains guiltless.

Just like guns.

Still, aware as I am of the hysterical dread that many lefties have of “gun violence,” I like that open carry makes guns more and more visible day after day. By definition, the more something is seen, the more “normal” it becomes, and “normal” is less scary than “weird.”

Normalize responsible tool use.
Carry your piece.

update 180224: Back Fence (correspondent KR) responds,
“#1 Hammers and cars are dangerous. Look up the definition.”
A valid technical point. Toothpicks and teaspoons are “apt to do harm” under the right (wrong?) circumstances, too. Fortunately for the rest of my argument, the dictionary cites no moral component to danger. Please excuse my presentational error in not pointing out that the quotation marks employed were intended to signal the focusing of an otherwise inadequate, but approximate expression. Clumsy of me.
“#2 [G]uns are more dangerous than hammers or cars.” Maybe. Based on body count it looks like automobiles and firearms (at about 40k per year) are just about neck and neck, and hammers (at under a thou) are way trailing. Even so, hammers out kill rifles per se.  Though long guns can make for dramatic front page long range accuracy, overall, the handgun is the favorite for homicides and suicides. Again, checking the Ghengi-meter, it is body count that sways the argument for this actuarial analyst.
“#3 [H]ammers and cars are not built for the purpose of killing. Guns are. …[T]hey serve no purpose in daily life.” First of all, it really doesn’t matter to me that Louisville intended its Slugger to be used for swattin’ horse-hide over the back fence if Negan’s using it to splinter my skull. Second, you are disingenuous or misinformed if you are stating that a gun’s sole purpose is homicide. Not only is it inaccurate, in light of the mountains of evidence showing that the very brandishing of a weapon can be the peaceful solution to an otherwise arduous ordeal, but it is insulting to the great numbers of competitive shooters (of which I am not one, see disclaimer above about “loud things.”). It is even more insulting to the survivors of violence whose prudent foresight saved them or their loved ones (or other innocent strangers) from further abuse. Of course you’re absolutely right otherwise. Violence and the “implements of violence” (those specialized tools designed to advantage the otherwise weaker over would be predators) have no use in daily life. By definition, because attacks of a violent nature are not, thankfully, a “daily” occurrence. The trouble is, emergencies are always unscheduled, so precautions are just sensible. We’re told that God created all men, but we’re also told that it was Sam Colt who made them equal. Whether you are a ninety pound waif or a three hundred pound bruiser, it only takes a few ounces of muscle to squeeze that trigger.
“#4 Using hyperbole (“hysterical”) and pejoratives (“lefties”) doesn’t make it any easier … to engage in meaningful discussion.” –Maybe not, but it does make it more enjoyable for me. Besides, I thought “leftie” was descriptive, an obvious abbreviation for collectivist. But more fun and friendly, like “Greeniac” or “Losertarian.” Most hopplophobes are NOT hysterical, but hysteria is often exhibited in the presence of firearms. There is iconic footage of a burly cop shouting “GUN!” and tackling a little old lady because she was safely holding her pistol and pointing it toward the ground and threatening nobody with it.
[#5] Thank you for leaving your gun at home.” (correspondents EA & AM confer their approval on Back Fence’s comments, but significantly not on mine. That’ll show me!.) Knowing your feelings I would hesitate to bring any guns onto your turf, just as I would not smoke anything in a “smoke free” environment. And not to be toooooooo much of an [jerk] about it, while I respect your rules in your house, in the public school I’d prefer to suspect that there is a .38 tucked into the inside pocket of the “School Marshall’s” herringbone blazer. I know many teachers are averse to the notion, and they are excused. I may not have trusted Mister Math or Professor Sociology with guns, but I suspect that Doctor Agronomy or The Dragon Lady would have handled themselves just fine. (And thoroughly no disrespect intended, because I fucking LOVE MISTER MATH!)
update 180225: Al Assassid (correspondent AM) responds,
“[Y]ou say it yourself… there are those you would not trust with guns.” Correct, but I lean more toward due process than prior restraint. Those who are demonstrably dangerous and unbalanced SHOULD be disarmed, forcefully if necessary, but it’s going to have to be a rare and justifiable event to satisfy my sense of jurisprudence. Al Assassid goes on to posit a scenario in which Mister Math goes nuts and because I let him have all those guns he takes out the glee club. However, because Doctor Agronomy is also present and packing, he stops Mister Math’s rampage short, but not before a few stray slugs leave Doctor Agronomy’s piece and take out a couple of students in Home Ec. Summing up, Al Assassid says, “[Y]ou don’t get it both ways; you can’t have everyone armed and no innocent people dying.”
“[T]here is nothing to prevent Mister Math and Professor Sociology from owning the biggest baddest gun arsenal anywhere except…“ their complete lack of interest in owning firearms. It’s not that I don’t trust their intentions, I just think they’d fumble the task. As for innocents in danger, it’s always very sad, and I always do the math. History has demonstrated the superior efficacy of decentralized networks over the top down hierarchy, and when seconds count the police are minutes away. And sometimes people do make terrible irreversible mistakes. In a union of some 320 millions, horrendous anomalies are going to arise and it’s up to the rest of us to be alert to danger. Overall, six fresh corpses (if it came to that) would be less tragic than seventeen. If we can’t count on Barney Fife pissing himself outside the back window, it’d be nice to know that the retired Ranger art teacher was holding iron.
update 180226: Al Assassid reminds me that “it is really, really bad to kill or even harm anyone.” Oh but dear, karma is so tricky. If we have to use violence or threats of violence to disarm people, we are right back in that wheel. Judgment and vigilance and reason, oh my! I never pretended these were easy puzzles, just that in the real world we have to face some awful truths sometimes. I feel terribly for the victims of violence, INCLUDING the homeowner who shoots the intruder. I expect it must be horrid to live with that. But still… Don’t. Break. Into. My. House.
update 180227: Al Assassid concedes that “it would start a war if the 2nd Amendment were repealed,” but ultimately hopes to “cheer a bunch of teenagers taking down the NRA. Peacefully, of course.” I respect Al Assassid’s peaceful tactics and benign intentions, but do not share her concerns about those wimps at the NRA. They’re the moderates on this issue. For serious victimization prevention advocacy, check out the Gun Owners of America ( https://www.gunowners.org/ ) or Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership ( http://www.jpfo.org ).

update 180305: Correspondent TW (“Assault rifles are used to kill, period”) takes exception to the notion of “hysterical dread” and asserts that “gun violence” is a fact, but seems to forget that factuality and hysterical dread are not exclusive properties. It is a fact that falls from great heights can ALSO hurt acrophobes, hysterical dread notwithstanding. TW appeals to the authority of an anonymous vet who claims that “an assault rifle is for killing people,” casually insulting the legions of sport shooters and defenders of hearth and home who seem to have found good purposes for weapons other than homicide.  Finally, TW asks, seemingly apropos of nothing, “Which government bureaucracy do we want to pay for — the one that determines who can own an assault rifle… or the one that bans assault rifles?” False dichotomies are as cheesy as straw men. Neither, please. TW continues not to get me. I want to reclaim these Responsibilities of the Unorganized Militia, not bleat for more government interference.

update 190913: correspondent AK calls for a “modern interpretation of [the] Second Amendment,” neglecting the fact that Eighteenth Century English is as precise today as the day it was written, and that it remains the responsibility of the Militia to be at least as well armed as the Occupation. As George Washington counseled, the Second Amendment is the teeth of the Constitution.

AK also complains that “nowhere does [the advocate for safety and freedom] state WHY he needs a gun.” Like do-gooders before him, AK demands detailed descriptions of freedom actually working before he’ll consider loosening restrictions. As for why I may have needed a gun (or a fire extinguisher, or car insurance), that may well be “essential information” AFTER the fact. Beforehand it is usually unknowable. The correct answer to “Why do you need a gun (or a flashlight, or a seat belt)?” is “I don’t know. I actually hope I DON’T, but if I do I’d sure hate to be without it.”

update to update 180224, 190924:
In addition to clumsiness on my part I also suspect insincere nitpickery on the part of correspondent Back Fence.

On Insulting People

20 September 2019

One of the easiest ways of insulting people is to tell despicable lies about them or people dear to them. Mothers remain the gold standard of rich and rewarding targets. This is particularly effective against adolescents whose personal value is often predicated on the perceived value of their pack and most especially their blood kin. In short, “Diss my dog, diss me!”

This tactic is far less effective against the more emotionally stable (or “mature”) as broad insults to unknown third parties have less power in light of realizations that can range from “This idiot doesn’t know my Mom” to “’Bitch’? Really? Is that all you’ve got? You don’t know the half of this woman’s strength!”

If you’re really intent on insulting someone, the best way is to tell him something that he believes. But how to know what your target believes? Listen, watch, and learn.

People are often eager to tell you what they believe. Ignore this. As (fictional character) Greg House says, “Everybody lies.” Whether he meant it literally (as in “everybody”) or colloquially (as in “everybody, everybody else, most people, some people, few people, nobody, or just me”) it’s a fair warning. Sure, there are some careful analysts who can sift nuggets of truth out of mountains of lies, but most of us don’t have that kind of time.
So if explication is not reliable, how can we tell what people believe?

Watch what people DO. Behavior is much more sincere than oratory, especially if money is involved. For example, recently Michelle and Barrack (Bubback Hussein Walker Bush 44) Obama gave us about twelve million good reasons to believe that they don’t take environmental hysteria seriously, nor particularly fear Miami’s, Micronesia’s, or Martha’s Vineyard’s being inundated by the rising sea. Here, again, “do” trumps “say.”

The other reliable way that people will tell you about their real feelings and standards and expectations is through their accusations. Just as with “everybody lying,” everybody also projects. We can hardly help it. Our natural assumption is to believe that everybody is like us. Liars will never believe you and thieves are convinced that you’re trying to rip them off.
It’s also why such a sweet guy as myself is the eternal chump.

Another way to insult people, albeit clumsily and often inadvertently, is to offer broad criticisms of popular stereotypes. Those who are eager to seize offense will assume, with certitude, that you mean them if they happen to match some superficial characteristics. Many others might reasonably infer insult if you have failed to adequately identify qualifying modifiers. Others may breeze by such qualifiers and assume that by “some” you mean “all.”

So be careful with stereotypes. Even if they are exaggerations, the middle-management martinet, the sedentary clerk, and the emotionally retarded tech type are still based on reality, and to the sufficiently tender, they’ll sting as badly as actual facts. (Caveat in re retarded techs: Insulting us is generally a lot safer. We often don’t even realize it’s happening.) As far as using stereotypes in general: If I’ve misspoken, I’m sorry. If you’ve misinferred, I’m sorry.
On the other hand, as (fictional character) Chief Smitherman says,
If you think it’s an unfair stereotype, don’t live up to it.”