February 12, 2011 - February 5, 2011
There. A good laugh helps, doesn't it? And some good news that may have escaped
your attention in the general dreariness: Think the age of fossil fuels
is done? Not
Of course the anti-capitalist global warming nuts will try to prevent
us from acquiring this new "unobtanium," but remember: when there's
enough money to be made, peoples and nations tend to brush aside any
scolding kooks standing in the way, if not trample them flat. You know the very best thing about Cameron's 10-ft tall blue meanies? They're not here. We are.
Drill, drill, drill.
Feel at least a little bit better? I do.
So many things to talk about. In
the, like, new year. All those sheer coincidences, like with the
underpants bomber corresponding with exactly the same American-born
jihadist who was so understandingly kind to the Fort Hood shooter. And
the shutting down of the U.S. Yemen embassy at the same time the Obama
administration insists it still intends to return Yemeni prisoners at
Gitmo to -- wait for it -- Yemen.† Or the obvious signs of
disconnect between the Brits' MI5 and our own intelligence
organizations, given Obama's entirely inadvertent newbie repudiation of
relationship" with the U.K. Or the lawyering up of the gonad-fried
Nigerian who just might know
something worth knowing about
the who, when, how, and where of the next
terrorist attack on America, meaning the, uh, THIRD such attack on our
nation since the seven year hiatus coincident
with the nastily incompetent Bush
[S'pose we shouldn't mention this old irrelevant IP post:
Or the awful coincidence that a mere foreign policy blow-up should distract attention from the incredibly compassionate totalitarian healthcare bill everyone hates but the Democratic
majority in congress. Or the continuing erosion
of scientific evidence for a climate-change-driven takeover of
nation-state governments in favor of celebrity do-gooders and western
aristo-autocrats who are determined to save us lunkheads from ourselves. Or the deliberately but spiriturally enlightened government-engineered collapse of capitalism, the U.S. job
market, the dollar, and American credibility in international
negotiations that will effect social justice for all the world's savagely violent barbarians. Why would the have-nots in the global population embarrass the well-intentioned O-Man in such an inconvenient and violent way? Coincidence. Unless it's conspiracy.
Sheesh. What's a poor blogger to do? How do you differentiate coincidence from conspiracy in a first entry after a major holiday during which nobody is paying much attention to anything?
After a break, it's always hard to leap back in with a relevant post that makes readers say, "Oh, they have been on top of absolutely everything even while they were sucking up turkey and stuffing and eggnog." Which is why I'm not inclined to accept the oh-so-moderate view of the perennially moderate Ed Morrissey when he says of the Biden-Obama snap:
He goes on, of course, to initiate his own caption contest. But I'm
thinking we can do better than Hotair here. Consider it a chance to let
loose your own dudgeon about events of the past year. After you weigh
in, we'll ruminate on your input very carefully and then proceed, once
again, to talk about what we want to talk about, as usual.
Except that I have, as always, my own caption to propose first:
Top it if you can.
Happy New Year, everybody.
Months ago, I set up two new websites.They were there to deal with the
bubbling, churning convictions of InstaPunk readers who loved science
fiction above all other forms of art. And scientific debate above all
other human disciplines. Faugh. (Hey. It's a hell of a lot easier to
think you have something to say than to say something today, tomorrow,
and the next day.) I remember that shortly before both sites died from
lack of interest, like all things in declining America, they had
occasion to attack Lloyd Pye, whom they ceased to attack only because I
pronounced him a personal friend of mine. Mind you, they hadn't read
anything by Lloyd Pye, had no basis for disrespecting him... it was
just that he must be a
fucking lunatic because they knew better.
I don't mean to assault my friends. But I do mean to defend my friend. Yes, he appears on TV regularly. On UFO Hunters, Monster Quest, and probably Ghost Whatnots USA. Does he haunt the airways on the old Art Bell radio show out of Las Vegas? Yes. Has he become rich from his research on a weird skull dug out of a desert grave a generation ago? No.
Lloyd Pye is not rich. As smart as he is, he should be. (Here's a nice online book he wrote.Which you can read for free.) But he isn't rich. He's forever grubbing -- and I do mean grubbing -- for money for a fucking DNA test. Why? Obviously because all he wants from life is to be a goddam Marsdhall McLuhan 15-minute star. That's why we have corresponded, duelled, agreed and disagreed, met in person, and exchanged arguments about all manner of subjects for the last five years. Because he's a fake and I'm a seer. Except he didn't call me a seer. He called me a polymath. Probably the only thing he's been seriously wrong about. The older I get, the more I retreat from my youthful conviction that I know everything about everything. I'd let all this go except that my personal email lately turned up the following from Mr. Pye:
You know... I get tired. Lloyd Pye is an honest man. He's also smart.
How many of you would want to
go toe to toe with me? When he was wrong he admitted it. When he was
right I embraced it. [Bigfoot lives...!]
He was a tailback at Tulane and more than that:
I was only a fencer. And a saber star. And a Chrysler monster. And, of
Over the holidays I had an old and valued friend explain why he
contravened the Churchillian maxim that if you're not liberal when
you're young, you have no heart, and if you're not conservative when
you're old, you have no brain. He's followed the exact opposite route.
For example, he's foursquare behind ObamaCare, based on an agonizing
personal experience with impotent healthcare bureaucracy he compares
unfavorably to what he's seen in Europe.
I didn't debate the subject with him. He's allowed his views. And I like and respect him. He also knows a lot about politics -- the sheer awfulness and tawdriness of it.
I'm not going to debate him backhandedly here, either, since I held my fire in our phone conversation. What I will do is offer two observations, one micro and one macro, I'd like everyone to think about as we embark on a new year.
Micro. It's impossible not to encounter the ridiculous waste, stupidity, and small-mindedness that characterizes every even fairly large organization in which we work or otherwise participate. Every corporate employee finds himself wishing for a deus ex machina who can descend from on high with clear judgment and a fair view of what is right and what is wrong. My observation? The bigger the organization, the less likely that clear judgment will ever occur. The greater the size, scope, and scale of the intervening authority, the more waste and absurdity we are likely to see. Truth is, all the ugly wasted effort we all encounter in the private sector is a marvel of efficiency compared to what government does. Inefficiency in the private sector is dealt with by financial death. Frequently ugly, to be sure, but sure. In the government sector it's dealt with by increasing the budget.
Macro. The people in charge, despite the Obama gloss, are still the Baby Boomers. And guess what? They've spent their whole lives looking for easy answers and now they're, well, exhausted. In every possible way. They've explored every nook and cranny of existence and they just don't believe in people anymore, because the people they know best are, TA DA, Baby Boomers. Who don't believe in anything. Because they've believed in everything you can possibly imagine except themselves. Who they always knew were never any damn good.
I'm not dissing my friend. I feel it myself.
What you're fighting as you try to save our nation. Fight well. And fight hard. We're the worst of all possible enemies. Better educated than you and completely filled with darkness.