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Friday, April 27, 2012


Indicators of God

Me. Because it's me that's saying it.

KIDS ARE STUPID. I'm pushing sixty now and I keep backing off to the big picture. I think about the fact that our president is almost a generation younger than I am and he is obviously pissed off at everything that made him what he is. Whereas I don't care that much about myself anymore and am pissed off thinking of those who will have to come after and live down our mistakes.

This is the great problem of secularism. Of atheism. Why Europe is dying. They're not producing a next generation. Their belief in God has died and they are living for themselves, which is why they can't abide austerity programs to save their economies and cultures.

Why so-called liberals in our country are prepared to hurl us back into the pre-industrial age in the name of preserving the earth for those species who are not cursed with consciousness. They'd prefer it if four billion people died and the survivors lived like Stone Age hunter gatherers. The Obama administration isn't that draconian. They want to roll back time to the early twentieth century, when we had just enough electricity to power our flush toilets.  

It is, obviously, the old, nay, the ancient, argument of original sin. Human beings are inherently and uniquely a sin against creation itself, greedy, racist, etc, to the point that only sustained penury can ensure sufficient atonement. Every other form of life on earth is justified in what it does to survive. But not humans. We are the sole villains of a universe that somehow has no meaning. And the villainy can actually be specified to originate with the white people who invented conquest and capitalism.

This isn't philosophy. It isn't science. It isn't the total fiction called social justice. It's pure nonsense.

Obama isn't a Christian. He's Spartacus. He wants to hurt what he thinks has hurt him. Which is kind of the opposite of Christianity. And to the extent you let him continue in that mission, you aren't a Christian either. You're just beta and gamma predators yourselves who are content to be ruled by an alpha wolf.

The continuum of human civilization depends on the belief in God. That's the first indicator that God exists. Without belief in God, people feel no need to mitigate their own material demands on behalf of their children. Children themselves become ancillary, their upbringing subcontracted to others, their needs subordinated to egotistical displays of how very very much we care for them. As opposed to actually raising them to be good citizens themselves. So we raise crap and our species dies slowly away.

Without some concept of divine justice, we're back to Atlas standing on an unsupported turtle while he holds up the world. No reason why all of us shouldn't be ravening wolves. But it's the secularists who insist, wrongly, that they are something other than brute survivors.

Can't tell you how many movies and TV shows I've seen of late in which parents break the law to cover for criminal children. This is held to be a great virtue, a kind of triumph of parenthood. It isn't. It's nothing but the alpha of the pack protecting his young. This is my pup, I matter above all others in my pack, and therefore I will do anything to ensure his survival.


I can look like this too. But when I do, I have an idea in mind.

I can tell you with absolute certainty that if I had confessed a murder to my father he would have informed the police at once. He would have testified against me while paying for my defense and he would have visited me in prison up to the day of my execution. And I would have understood. He was a human being, not a wolf.

Interestingly, wolves are called an "indicator" species. They don't adapt well to change in their environments. Why there are (way) fewer than a million wolves alive in the world today and more than 100 million dogs, the supposed offshoot more notable for altruism, loyalty, and, well, love than any other species.

Imagine 100 million wolves. Imagine 6 billion. I'm thinking they wouldn't be straining to find ways to save endangered human beings if the circumstances were reversed.

I'll resume this discussion later. There're far more than one or two indicators of God. But start thinking about the question on your own. I'm thinking we're being asked to consider this question more deeply than we have for a generation. Independent of all our usual cliches.




Tuesday, April 24, 2012



At Long Last...

My Review of
 Atlas Shrugged


The mind can be an action hero. Oh yes it can.

ALWAYS KNEW IT WOULDN'T WORK. We're on a new schedule here, not that you should care, but it involves the alarm going off at 4 am. You can do it for days at a time, but sooner or later the body rebels. My wife handles it by sleeping for 12 hours a night on weekends, but I'm yawing all over the place. Sometimes I crash as early as eight o'clock, and other nights I can't even get sleepy. So last night after my wife went to bed at a reasonable hour, I watched Atlas Shrugged on my iPad. And today I can't keep my eyes open. Sigh.

Brizoni already reviewed it here, and he's much more of a fan than I am, but I'm moved to write this because we don't quite agree about what wrong. He blamed the SyFy production values. I have a different take.

I don't think the production values were all that bad. I have four objections to what was done. 1) Setting, 2) Casting, 3) Casting, and 4) Casting.

Brizoni caught the problem but misunderstood it. He called for an adaptation rather than a transliteration. Meaning that he saw the clunkiness of Rand's dialogue when he was confronted with it. Good for him. He's a smart boy.

Thing is, and this is the good news for all you Randians, the movie convinced me there is a movie to be made from Atlas Shrugged. This just wasn't it.

They tried to make it topical, with multiple references to the kinds of economic crises the Obama administration is perpetuating or creating. Which isn't inaccurate, just wrong-footed. Distracting. Like watching an episode of Law & Order where you wince at every snide allusion to the Bush administration. I get what they're referring to, and I even agree, but it's so ham-handed I can't stand it. Give me a movie, not a series of conservative one-liners.

You've got to begin by trusting the work. Atlas Shrugged is not about Obama, no matter how well he reflects the mindset being attacked. It's a work of philosophy, an allegory. a parable. In other words, it's a comic book or, to put it more kindly, a graphic novel. It's the 300 of the mind. It requires enormous gyrations of logic to put railroads at the center of a contemporary economic crisis. So don't do it. Make Sin City or Dark City instead.

Accept that Atlas Shrugged is like 1984, a place in the imponderable past where a wrong turn was taken. Trust the audience to make the connections. They will or they won't, but make a damn movie they'll remember anyway. Romanticize the trains, which isn't hard to do, and lionize the woman who was determined to keep them running.

Make it a dark, timeless, hyper-dramatic world, where Manhattan looks like Gotham City, and forget all about contemporary celebrity and society culture. Follow Dagny.

Which leads to my three other objections. Find actors who have the chops to play the lead characters or don't make the movie at all. It's that important. Eschew for once the Hollywood cliche of the underage girl-power executive and the dashing male tycoon who looks like he belongs in a soap opera, not a Shakespearean tragedy. Find the dangerous ones, the smoldering ones, the camera magnets who become the black holes into which all audience attention is funneled. If you have to, lie to them about what they're doing. The audition is not a political science test.

For me, it's imperative that Dagny Taggart be an action star. Claudia Black. Rhona Mitra. Yeah. Brits. Not young but still choice and absolutely commanding, violence suppressed and channelled. The tycoons, Reardon and Francisco, should be equally strong. Make your own nominations. I'm guessing they'll be Brits too.

The movie they've made is glop. Not because of bad CGI, but because they missed the point and made an op-ed instead of a story. "Who is John Galt?" should be a throwaway line, as it is in the book, not a scene-killing non sequitur. Make a movie bout keeping the railroads going because everything depends on it, and don't bother arguing why. That's the reality you're accepting when you pay for your ticket. Period.

All the political shenanigans should be in the background, a constant chaff of weak-minded bureaucrats who keep changing the rules. Make them look pale and keep them in the background. This movie is not about political dialogue. It's about making people fall in love with the ones who consistently make things happen regardless.

And, uh, yeah, if that means junking all of Rand's dialogue, do it. Find the story that is buried in her political manifesto, put it on the screen, and make a goddam movie.

Just don't betray her ideas.

Because she'll come back from the dead and kill you.

P.S. I started with the music because it's the right music for the story. If you want a movie clip instead, here it is.



See? Awfulness is its own signature.






Monday, April 23, 2012


Reductio ad Liberales

Funny is as funny does.

NEW DOORWAYS BECKON. It's only the dumb ones who get all weepy about fetuses and older relatives like babies. If you're educated enough, you know that they're all as inconsequential as a Bill Maher twat joke, if not exactly the same thing. Certainly not worth losing any sleep over. Enlightened medical ethicists know the score:


Don't you just love the PC male and female pronoun usage referring
to neutral, insentient things we're entitled to squash like bedbugs?


The argument above was posed in an eminent medical journal in the U.K., which has a much longer history of government run healthcare than we do. But Americans are catching up. Princeton's Peter Singer is quite as eloquent on the subject:

Singer states that arguments for or against abortion should be based on utilitarian calculation which compares the preferences of a woman against the preferences of the fetus. In his view a preference is anything sought to be obtained or avoided; all forms of benefit or harm caused to a being correspond directly with the satisfaction or frustration of one or more of its preferences. Since a capacity to experience the sensations of suffering or satisfaction is a prerequisite to having any preferences at all, and a fetus, up to around eighteen weeks, says Singer, has no capacity to suffer or feel satisfaction, it is not possible for such a fetus to hold any preferences at all. In a utilitarian calculation, there is nothing to weigh against a woman's preferences to have an abortion; therefore, abortion is morally permissible.

Similar to his argument for abortion, Singer argues that newborns lack the essential characteristics of personhood—"rationality, autonomy, and self-consciousness" -- and therefore "killing a newborn baby is never equivalent to killing a person, that is, a being who wants to go on living."

You probably don't see the wisdom in this argument yet. But that's only because you're a hyper-emotional, under-educated troglodyte who isn't a professor at Oxford or Princeton and has weird ideas about what life is.

You've got till November to learn. After that, the government will render your personal ideas on the subject irrelevant. Then you can lean back and content yourselves with waiting for the great new NBC and ABC sitcoms about how much fun offing newborns can be. I mean, if the mother's got a cute body and a gutter mouth, you'll just laugh and laugh with no thought about what happens after the commercial. The way you always do.

Trust me.

Extra credit for being able to laugh just as hard at the next step: toddlers.



Don't fret. With the help of the MSM -- and probably incandescent comic star Louis CK -- you'll be on board no later than midway through Obama's second term. There's no species of liberal tolerance you can't be taught to accept. Look at how anxious you are to lynch the brown man who killed the black man.

Everyone can become civilized. It just takes time. And close attention to the Comedy Channel.




Friday, April 20, 2012


The "Nice Guy" Problem


No, not JFK. It's the One.
There he is. Let's ask him.


NOTHING CAN BE PROVEN. I'm actually trying to be fair about this. Conservatives are irate that thus far Romney seems to be repeating the John McCain strategy of ceding that Obama is a nice guy but wrongheaded about policy matters. Laura Ingraham was seething about it this morning, Michelle Malkin has a bellicose column about it and some supporting links (1, 2) including her own TV tirade on the subject.



The linked articles make excellent points about the political ruthlessness of the president and his penchant for being meaner and more personal in his attacks than people are used to from presidents. But there's also a sense in which they're missing the point or not making it in ways that could be truly effective.

People know that politics is hardball, and it's entirely possible, if not likely, that their definition of a "nice guy" excludes the public rhetoric and power moves and manipulations a national politician uses to prevail in accomplishing his agenda. Their definition may very well rest on intangibles outside the lines of political combat. In other words, it's not a political but a personal question. Which means conservatives who suspect Obama isn't a nice guy should look deeper than the cut and thrust of day-to-day politics if they want to dismantle the popular belief in the president's likeability.

I've done some research, which I'll share with you, but I am also asking for you to do research. My own has merely turned up more questions, which may be evidence of a kind, but it's hardly definitive. I say this believing with all my heart that this is the real Obama:


Cold, distant, superior, calculating, and opportunistic.

Obviously, part of the image is tied directly to the president's status as a man with a successful marriage and two young daughters. I don't know why men become less likeable when their children are grown and living lives of their own, but they seem to. Romney's misfortune. In the presidential context, Americans have a perpetual soft spot in their hearts for Camelot and the treasured photos of JFK with his lovely wife Jackie and their two adorable children.



A dream we all want to believe in.

Maybe the pics above were all staged photo-ops, but there is something undeniably warm and authentic about them nonetheless. So I got the idea of hunting down some "candid photos" from the Obama White House. When it comes to family, there aren't as many as you might suspect. But here are (truly) representative examples.

















Still trying to be fair, but I'm not seeing the Camelot charm here. I'm unable to say that Michelle is gazing fondly or ever really quite looking at her husband in any of these photos. She seems forced in her few smiles, pained, frazzled, tired, or just plain physically distant from her husband. I;ll leave the girls out of it. (But is that an Obama football he's carrying in his romp with the dog who bears his initials? He looks happier with Bo than... well, enough said.) Truth is, the family pics are vastly outnumbered by arty pics of "Obama Alone," which I won't reproduce here but which also suggest a deliberate MSM attempt to identify him with the famous images of JFK during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Presumably, things have been that intense at the White House for every single day of his campaign and presidency.

Well, maybe they have been. I can't say the president isn't a nice guy from this kind of photo evidence, but I can say there's little sign of genuine warmth in the record we have. Maybe the Kennedys were just better at the posing that goes with the job.

Can we agree that warmth, humor, and abiding friendships are part of the nice guy profile even in a relatively solitary man?

If so, there's still a problem with the vaunted Obama likeability. Forget the missing transcripts, test scores, and university essays. It's darned hard to find Obama friends in his past. Even Nixon had Bebe Rebozo. Who does Obama have? Media attempts to paint a different picture have a blaring ring of inauthenticity. Take the 2008 MSM characterizations of his Harvard ties.

As Barack Obama puts together his administration, more than 20 Harvard Law School classmates dot the ranks of his transition team — solidifying the Crimson connection as his most enduring, yet least-known, personal network.

Eyeing the presidency as a freshman senator, Obama turned to his classmates first for their high-level contacts, and then to help raise campaign cash. Now, they’re putting their day jobs on the backburner to help their friend build a government.

“If you think about the progression of the president-elect’s national career, initially he didn’t have a national network of people who he could call on,” said Cassandra Butts, general counsel for the transition. “The Harvard group was helpful on that front — helping him make introductions on policy, political and financial fronts”...

[T]he Harvard relationships... reach two decades back, forged during a popular constitutional law class, at the financial aid counter in Pound Hall, in Butts’ kitchen during a dinner party, through long nights at the Harvard Law Review. As distance separated them, Obama was the one to try to stay in touch — penning personal letters in the days before e-mail, picking up the phone to congratulate a friend on the birth of a child...

The network, although loose, looks like the cross-section of a tree trunk, with a small group of the oldest friends occupying the innermost ring.

Butts, the transition general counsel, bonded with Obama as they filled out the financial aid forms guaranteeing years of debt for their Harvard education. As a Washington operative, Butts would later connect Obama to key figures such as Dick Gephardt during the infancy of his national political career. On the presidential campaign, she served as a domestic policy adviser.

At Harvard, Butts was moot court partners with Perrelli, who first met Obama at the dinner party and served as his managing editor on the Harvard Law Review. Perrelli, a Washington lawyer who had never been a fundraiser, would go on to collect more than $500,000 for Obama’s presidential campaign. He is now part of the Department of Justice transition team.

Dinner parties, phone calls, and financial aid forms. Damon and Pythias should be so lucky. More telling about the Harvard connection is this jocularity by Elena Kagan (now an associate justice of SCOTUS):

Kagan remembered the president-elect as a student who “took Harvard Law School by storm” when he stepped onto the Cambridge, Mass., campus in the fall of 1987.

She joked about how the president-elect has become somewhat of a claim to fame for many professors.

“Every faculty member I see says that he or she was Barack Obama’s mentor,” she said. “This guy must’ve been mentored to death!”

Why am I reminded of the saying that "success has many fathers (and failure is a bastard)?" If all those professors were mentoring him, why does nobody remember what courses he took or anything else about his academic career? Where are the friends who went carousing with him after finals? Unless that never happens at Havard Law School (Ha!).

It's equally hard to find people who remember him from Columbia, where he got his undergraduate degree. I looked. The subject is so mysterious that Snopes.com felt obliged to prove that he had actually attended Columbia. They succeeded in finding a couple people who remembered him, including a roommate:

The way Sohale Siddiqi remembers it, he and his old roommate were walking his pug Charlie on Broadway when a large, scary bum approached them, stomping on the ground near the dog's head.

This was in the 1980s, a time when New York was a fearful place beset by drugs and crime, when the street smart knew that the best way to handle the city's derelicts was to avoid them entirely. But Siddiqi was angry and he confronted the bum, who approached him menacingly.

Until his skinny, Ivy League-educated friend -- Barack Obama -- intervened.

He "stepped right in between. ... He planted his face firmly in the face of the guy. 'Hey, hey, hey.' And the guy backpedaled and we kept walking," Siddiqi recalls...

Obama spent the six years between 1979 and 1985 at Occidental College in Los Angeles and then in New York at Columbia University and in the workplace. His memoir, "Dreams from My Father," talks about this time, but not in great detail; Siddiqi, for example, is identified only as "Sadik" -- "a short, well-built Pakistani" who smoked marijuana, snorted cocaine and liked to party...

Together, the recollections of Siddiqi and other friends and acquaintances from Obama's college years paint a portrait of the candidate as a young man.

They remember a good student with a sharp mind and unshakable integrity, a young man who already had a passion for the underprivileged. Some described the young Obama's personality as confident to the point of arrogance, a criticism that would emerge decades later, during the campaign.

Not everyone who knew Obama in those years is eager to talk.

Some explained that they feared inadvertently hurting Obama's campaign. Among his friends were Siddiqi and two other Pakistanis, all of them from Karachi; several of those interviewed said the Pakistanis were reluctant to talk for fear of stoking rumors that Obama is a Muslim.

"Obama in the eyes of some right wingers is basically Muslim until proved innocent," says Margot Mifflin, a friend from Occidental who is now a journalism professor at New York's Lehman College. "It's partly the Muslim factor by association and partly the fear of something being twisted."

The young man Mifflin remembers was "an unpretentious, down to earth, solidly middle-class guy who seemed somewhat more sophisticated than the average college student. He was slightly reserved and deliberate in a way that I sometimes thought betrayed an uncertainty."

But another former Oxy classmate, Robert McCrary, now general manager of a contract sewing company, saw him differently: "He definitely had a cocky, sometimes arrogant way about him. ... He was not open to others"...

There's a great deal more of this piece and you need to read it because there are signs that Obama was sincere in his beliefs, personally honest to a fault, tolerant, capable of being a good friend, and not averse to going out on the town and picking up girls, though he had absolutely forsworn drugs by the time he reached Columbia.

Two more Columbia sources are Wikipedia and the New York Times. Everyone says he was smart and a good student, which obviously raises the question of why his Columbia records are as sealed as his Harvard records.

A nice guy? Hard to say. When you have an old acquaintance who became president (which Columbia historically doesn't do), memory can become convenient. The description of him as honest is suspect all by itself. Lying is, after all, the signature trait of his whole administration as well as the life he lived outside his vividly imagined autobiographies. The difference between "I knew him when" and "he was a good friend" can be a matter of "what's in it for me right now?"

Sadly, we're left with the photo at the top of this post, a mere silhouette of a man who, apart from his meteoric rise in politics, has left behind nothing personal that's colorful or even memorable, except in terms of what he ascended to later. In personal terms that doesn't make him a bad guy. But it does make him a drab one.



I suspect he's a lonely guy, which is neither good nor bad. Does that make him likeable? Not to me. I think he's retreated from real life into the utopian dreams inside his own head. That's his refuge, his substitute reality. And that's what makes him so incredibly dangerous to the constitution and the republic. He has the power to pretend that our realities don't exist or don't count. That's long been the road to ruin. Does he know the difference between posing and policy, between play-acting and principled leadership? I fear not.

Which would make him a very bad guy indeed.

But you -- all of you -- look into it for yourselves. We can't afford our president to be a cipher or a shadow. We need him to be a man.




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