Smart People

February 28th, 2010

Increasingly, I’m coming across articles on the fundamental contradictions of the liberal view. And increasingly, the root of the liberal view is that smart people are liberals, and liberals are smart people, and that smart, liberal people know better than everyone else how we all should live our lives.

The problem is, “smart” and “liberal” aren’t synonyms, and worse, far worse, “smart” doesn’t trump “local” and “personal”. A dumb man swinging a hammer on the scene very often trumps a smart man answering an email a thousand miles away, because the local guy knows intimately exactly what his situation is.

M.K. Freeberg, in The House of Eratosthenes, draws attention to yet another thread in the same hangman’s noose:

What we have here, I think, is a confusion between wisdom and irony. If you listen to these people prattle on for a good long time, you’ll notice something rather shocking: The “smart” decision, with regard to each and every question that comes up, is never, ever, ever ever ever the simple one.

Global warming is more dangerous than radical Islamic terrorism.

Queen Latifah is sexier than Beyonce Knowles.

To keep from going broke, we’ve got to spend more money.

A real man is in touch with his feelings and isn’t afraid to cry.

If there is a problem, the best thing to do is to make sure no one can ever make a profit producing a solution to it.

If innocent people could be harmed by a terrorist act, and it could be prevented by bringing physical pain to an evil man, decent people will make sure this doesn’t happen and let the innocent people go ahead and die.

If you’re a baby and you’ve crossed that Magical Vaginal Finish Line you’ve got rights to womb-to-tomb health care, a living wage whether you’re competent or not, a vote in all our elections whether you have common sense or not — but if you’re not there yet, then you don’t even exist as a person. It’s a matter of inches, and that’s just the way it is!

This is the part that scares the hell out of me. These people are not capable of recognizing or responding to the situation in which the simple, common sense answer is the right one. Right, as in — go ahead, put on a magical thinking cap and boost your IQ by a thousand points, you’ll still decide it the same way. This doesn’t work for them, because in their world you have to show off your smarts by deciding the opposite.

Therefore, when this happens they will consistently demand the choice that is made by these smart people, is the wrong one.

Read the whole thing. Freeberg is a very smart guy; he just doesn’t assume his smart is better than yours.

Don’t Listen To Ayn Rand; She Worshipped A Killer.

February 28th, 2010

Instead, wear T-Shirts celebrating kind, decent friends of the people like Che, Marx, Lenin, and even Stalin.

Not a “text book sociopath” like Ayn Rand.

There’s something deeply unsettling about living in a country where millions of people froth at the mouth at the idea of giving health care to the tens of millions of Americans who don’t have it, or who take pleasure at the thought of privatizing and slashing bedrock social programs like Social Security or Medicare. It might not be as hard to stomach if other Western countries also had a large, vocal chunk of the population who thought like this, but the US is seemingly the only place where right-wing elites can openly share their distaste for the working poor. Where do they find their philosophical justification for this kind of attitude?

It turns out, you can trace much of this thinking back to Ayn Rand, a popular cult-philosopher who exerts a huge influence over much of the right-wing and libertarian crowd, but whose influence is only starting to spread out of the US.

One reason why most countries don’t find the time to embrace her thinking is that Ayn Rand is a textbook sociopath. Literally a sociopath: Ayn Rand, in her notebooks, worshiped a notorious serial murderer-dismemberer, and used this killer as an early model for the type of “ideal man” that Rand promoted in her more famous books — ideas which were later picked up on and put into play by major right-wing figures of the past half decade, including the key architects of America’s most recent economic catastrophe — former Fed Chair Alan Greenspan and SEC Commissioner Chris Cox — along with other notable right-wing Republicans such as Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, Rush Limbaugh, and South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford.

The loudest of all the Republicans, right-wing attack-dog pundits and the Teabagger mobs fighting to kill health care reform and eviscerate “entitlement programs” increasingly hold up Ayn Rand as their guru. Sales of her books have soared in the past couple of years; one poll ranked “Atlas Shrugged” as the second most influential book of the 20th century, after The Bible.

Does the author of this piece, Mark Ames, wear T-shirts emblazoned with Che, Marx, Lenin, or Stalin? Beats the heck out of me. But it’s clear from his article that far worse, he embraces their ideas, and thus the mass murder of millions.

Even if Rand burned candles to William Edward Hickman, the man she’s accused of admiring, her ideas have caused nowhere near the slaughter that Marx and his worshippers committed, and continue to commit to this day.

This. Keep This In Mind.

February 28th, 2010

Everyone’s been linking this, and for darn good reason.

There are forces out there that want you to destroy yourself, that tell you that you are worthless, that you are surplus to requirements, that the very Earth rejects your burden.

They are the same forces telling you that you hurt everyone around you, that you are too stupid and ignorant to run your own life, that they know better than you what you should want and how you should live.

They are the same forces telling you that you are too old, too fat, too fecund.

They are the same forces telling you that your life should be easy, simple, fun; and that if it’s not, you should just give up.

They are the same forces telling you to kill your babies in your womb, because you need to find a perfect mate, find a career, find yourself.

They lie.

This is the truth:

If you’ve been telling yourself that no one will miss you when you’re gone, you are wrong. Your suicide would tear a hole through the future, and nothing could ever fill the space where you used to be.

Read it all. Somewhere in there you will find your reason to defy those who tell you to lay down and die.

The worst thing? The very worst thing?

They are the ones telling you that they bring hope, and change, and help.

They lie.

They are evil.

Population Bomb

February 27th, 2010

Hey, Mouth Breathing Breeders! You aren’t doing your job! Get with the program!
Mark Steyn:

What’s happening in the developed world today isn’t so very hard to understand: The 20th-century Bismarckian welfare state has run out of people to stick it to. In America, the feckless, insatiable boobs in Washington, Sacramento, Albany, and elsewhere are screwing over our kids and grandkids. In Europe, they’ve reached the next stage in social-democratic evolution: There are no kids or grandkids to screw over. The United States has a fertility rate of around 2.1 — or just over two kids per couple. Greece has a fertility rate of about 1.3: Ten grandparents have six kids have four grandkids — ie, the family tree is upside down. Demographers call 1.3 “lowest-low” fertility — the point from which no society has ever recovered. And, compared to Spain and Italy, Greece has the least worst fertility rate in Mediterranean Europe.

So you can’t borrow against the future because, in the most basic sense, you don’t have one. Greeks in the public sector retire at 58, which sounds great. But, when ten grandparents have four grandchildren, who pays for you to spend the last third of your adult life loafing around?

Meanwhile, we ecologically responsible metrosexuals will be modeling our new trousers.
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Holes In One. Lots of ‘Em

February 27th, 2010

Penny Arcade strikes again, viciously and unconscionably resorting to the lowest kind of truth telling in the name of crass humor:
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Those malicious fiends! They must be stopped! They’ll spoil the Narrative!

Self-Defense Against Thugs Via the Second Amendment

February 20th, 2010

“Thugs, crack-headed and jack-booted,” a phrase I often use when I argue the Second, refering to citizens defending themselves against common crooks and government would-be tyrants.

Mayor Bloomberg is high on the tyrant list, with his “Mayors Against Illegal Guns” campaign, and his own, apparently illegal campaign to entrap gun dealers in other states into selling guns to prohibited persons he hired for his little scam.

Now comes Gun Owners against Illegal Mayors, which has the run down on almost a dozen members of the MAIG campaign, mayors who have themselves been convicted of felonies.

There’s a reason these thugs want you disarmed, people: like all criminals, it’s a lot easier to rob you if you’re helpless.

Open Carry In Restaraunt Deters Armed Robbery

February 19th, 2010

Anecdotal, sure, but a hell of an anecdote.

Matt Brannan and J.P. Mitchell were dining in the Wafflehouse on Barrett Parkway at I-575 in Kennesaw at 4:45 in the morning recently when a scout for an armed robbery crew entered the restaurant to case it. At the time, Matt and J.P. thought he looked a little suspicious, as he was wandering around the small restaurant like he was looking for someone. Unknown to Matt and J.P., two cars full of armed robbers were parked behind the restaurant waiting for the scout’s report.

The scout saw that two of the customers were wearing holstered 1911 Springfield Mil-Spec .45 pistols, and he immediately turned and left the store.

Meanwhile, conscientious Cobb County Police Officer D. Lowe had noticed suspicious cars sitting behind the restaurant in the dark and decided to investigate. He caught men with masks and rifles who had been preparing to rob the Wafflehouse. The criminals informed the police that they had changed their mind upon discovering armed customers and were waiting for Matt and J.P. to leave.

February 18th, 2010

Instapunk points to this archive[PDF, 1 MB] of all the emails at the heart of the East Anglia climate study scandal, along with an analysis of each and every one.

Remember, too, that besides the emails, the original dump also included key data, the programming code used to generate the climate models involved, and even notes by one of the programmers.

It wasn’t just the handful of soundbites dismissed by the warmists.

Locally cached copy here[PDF]

“No Gradient To Evil”

February 17th, 2010

OK, Gabe is the artist for a rude gaming cartoon (which also happens to be one of the most consistently funny webtoons out there).

Anyway, today Gabe tells this story on his son, and for some reason, I think it holds a great truth. Can’t quite tease it out, but here it is:

On this particular occasion [my son] was playing the role of the emperor while I was Luke Skywalker. He had seated himself in my computer chair and when he spun around to face me I saw that he had placed a toy Lightsaber on the arm rest. He patted it gently and said “You want this don’t you?” I could not help but laugh at how ridiculous the scene was. This bothered him and he told me not to laugh at him because he was the emperor and he was evil. “Yes I know.” I told him and tried to get my act together but his little angry eyes underneath the hood of his Mickey Mouse sweatshirt made me laugh even more. “I’m bad.” he said and as if to prove it told me “I litter!”

“What?” I asked “What do you mean you litter?” He pushed back his hood and looked at me seriously “Well littering is against the law and the Emperor does all bad things right?” I imagined the Emperor stalking the halls of the Deathstar and munching on a snickers bar. He finishes the last bite and throws the crumpled wrapper over his shoulder. An Imperial Guard bends to snatch it up and the Emperor raises a hand. “Leave it.” he croaks. The guard pauses, his red gloved hand shudders as it hovers over the bit of garbage lying there on the Deathstar’s polished Durasteel floor. The emperor watches the guard’s discomfort with growing satisfaction, a smile creasing his shriveled face. The Guard stands and follows the Emperor away and he can not help but spare a backwards glance at the trash he left behind. With the glance comes a thought, a thought he will never share out-loud but one that shakes him to his very core. “I serve a monster!”

I looked at my son and realized that in his five year old mind there is no gradient to evil. For him, the act of destroying Alderaan and littering are equal. The sort of person who could to one might easily do the other. I smiled at him “Of course he litters son. He litters all the time.” He smiled knowingly and I reached out with the force to summon my Lightsaber.

“It’s Just News”

February 17th, 2010

This is so spot-on, I kept feeling like I was watching something important. All the cues are there….


Includes the Most British Word Ever: “Dowdy”.

Via House of Eratosthenes.