Not the first
Iron Lady of Britain. But a worthy successor.
SOUND OF ANOTHER SHOE DROPPING. There are milestones of loss.
Like our own presidency, the prime ministership of Britain has
become a joke of vainglorious posturing, empty platitudes, and
politically correct policy disasters. I'm sure kind words will be
said of Margaret Thatcher in days to come, but I have been listening
to the drumbeat in recent Brit entertainments of overwhelming scorn
for the era in which the only female prime minister in the kingdom's
history pulled her nation's economy out of ruin and stood with
Reagan and the Pope to bring down the Soviet Empire. For these
extraordinary achievements she is regarded with derision and
contempt by the intellectual elites, regardless of what you hear in
the next week.
Just my eccentric notion, but I think they should bury her in a full
suit of armor as the last worthy knight of the realm.
Farewell and Godspeed, Sir Margaret.
As I said, milestones. An appropriate time to tell you that a
transition is beginning. A new blog is in place, which you can find
struggling with clunky formatting limitations which never had to be
dealt with here, but time wounds all heels -- er, heals all wounds.
Coping is the new normal in all things. Instapunk will continue as
before, at least for a while, but I'll be soliciting more
participants and granting more independent posting rights to those
who have something to say. I'm thinking it's time for the more
vocal, persistent, and thoughtful commenters to step up and be
headliners rather than backbenchers. Absent that, Brizoni will
inherit. He has posting rights I couldn't take from him if I wanted
to. And I don't. Instapunk was conceived in combat and in combat it
should remain. I believe the new watchword here should be "hammer
and tongs." It was the old watchword at any rate, before everyone
left their manhood in the glovebox before entering the theater.
No, I won't be leaving for a good long time to come. I'll just be
gradually less a presence. I am happy to be a resource for those who
wish to post. But my focus is shifting. I'm weary of this persona
the site has locked me into. I'm not as much of an SOB as you
probably mostly think I am. I created a monster I no longer wish to
be. I'm far more Shane than the Man with No Name.
More importantly, I think we are
now going down into darkness and that is the eventuality which we
must learn how to survive. Why I got so irate about Brizoni's
protestations of 'moral progress.' So absurd that I couldn't even
read whole posts. But his persistence, his absolute fucking
certainty, and his utter contempt for a world of history and
learning he hasn't made the slightest attempt to acquire for himself
finally alerted me to a
crisis more serious than Obama. Something about somebody who moves
in mysterious ways. His wonders to perform.
Lake, Helk, Guy, Joe, Tim, and anyone else. It's your time to take a
turn in The Blade.
Looks like Bluehost has entirely shut down the Comments here. Why
it's time to make clear that there is a brand new site, called "A
Deerhound Diary," accessible via rflaird.com.
There are two points of entry (I'm still figuring out how the
frigging Wordpress software works so don't get me started...)
There's rflaird.com, which presents you with what is called a
'static page'. Then there are the Recent Posts, which
include all the posts
written so far. (Yeah. Go there.) Where I'll be. You can comment to
your heart's content. I get to approve each comment, which I'll do
by hitting the 'Approve' button. Unlike what has happened here.
Anyone who doesn't want to follow us over there can stay here and
read mutely the latest argument for believing that thirty-somethings
know everything about human morality by osmosis. Or something.
The rest of you can still earn posting privileges at the new site.
btw. I sent the B-Man two videos from the hundred plus at William
Lane Craig's site. First one:
No response at all. As I anticipated.
Ah, the one that hurt. He pronounced it vapid and shallow. No doubt
because WLC didn't even regard Ayn Rand as worth much more than a
few remarks. Because she was vapid and shallow. He wrote me a 700
word email about how vapid and shallow I was for tweaking him in
this fashion. Because he was right and I was wrong. One more reason
why I'm starting a new site. Because boring is, uh, boring.
As an introduction to the new site, I offer a video record of William
Lane Craig. It's huge. His and my sense of scale are similar.
He talks about the same range of disciplines I do, everything from
math to quantum mechanics to scripture to evolution. We don't agree
about everything. But we fret about the same things. Of course he
has five degrees, including doctorates from Britain and Germany, and
has smashed every prominent atheist -- including Hitchens, Sam
Harris, and Peter Atkins -- in formal debate, except Richard
Dawkins. Who flat ran away. The millennials don't fret, though, do
they? They just know.
Because they're so goddamned smart.
WAS IT SOMETHING WE SAID? Sorry about that. Apparently, some
spammer threw a chunk of kryptonite into the Comments section and
caused general havoc. Fixed now, thanks to heroic efforts by our
webmaster and his hardworking staff. A week in the Fortress of
Solitude hasn't been without some good effects, however, which I'll
share by and by.