Month: September 2018

If your doctor said to you it was vitally necessary for you to eat 20 apples a day for the rest of your life, or you would get cancer, would you simply take him at his word?  Would you dutifully buy 40 apples every other day, and each two an hour for ten hours each day, day in, day out, forever?

Maybe you would.  If so, I hope you don’t vote.

Most of us, though, would start doing some reading.  We would start soliciting alternative opinions.  We would ask what the data is supporting the 20 apple idea.

And what if we came across an alleged consensus of doctors who all said that 20 apples a day was absolutely necessary, but found out that their salaries were 100% paid by the apple industry?  What if you found out they would all be unemployed tomorrow, if the apple growers stopped getting out of them what they needed, if their usefulness were gone?

What if, digging deeper, you started finding all sorts of methodological problems, such as hiding primary data sets or, worse, manifestly MANIPULATING data sets?  What if the supposed consensus turned out to be conscious ploy to create an illusion of agreement that simply was not there?

On the one hand, you have a very arduous, inconvenient, and possibly damaging regime in its own right.  On the other, you have unclear science being sold as certainty, and the cost of doing nothing nearly infinite, since it will cause your death in short order.

Would you still buy into this?

All I am doing is making concrete what is latent.  Most Warmists don’t really GET how vast, how dramatic, the changes would need to be to even attempt to address global warming, and this only in developed nations.  China and India are unlikely to do anything, not until they get their economies on better footing relative to us.  In the United States and Europe, we have gotten vastly better at fuel efficiency, which is an inherently desirable economic goal.  We emit far less CO2 than China and India do.

And what if, in buying off on the apple idea, you were also told that the doctor reserved the right to control EVERYTHING you ate, and whatever other facts of your life he or she thought might be relevant?

The picture gets worse, does it not?

The accuracy of the science is highly relevant.  If it were accurate, I would be the first to support strong measures to address.  But for reasons I have articulated at length on numerous occasions, including my first post on this blog, I think the science is not just bad, but really a FUCK YOU to all people of any sense at all who possess the least bit of accurate information on the topic.  It is not even a good fraud.  It is merely a well funded, well supported, well managed fraud, or at least was until recently.

Thank God Trump is President, for many, many reasons, this being just one more.

And ponder if you will how eager the Left is for Florence to be an absolute fucking disaster, filled with human misery, prolonged misery, endless destruction, and the sorts of delays that accompany ALL major disasters.

They want people dead, hungry and diseased, so they can blame Trump.  Ask yourself how patriotic, how decent, how humane, how moral that is.

Edit: I will add, this rough process is more or less exactly what happened with the “Low Fat” movement.  Complex science was patently OVERsimplified, politicized, generalized, implemented, and failed.  The whole nation got fatter.  Because they were WRONG. 

There is always something to lose.  This is not a complicated proposition, and you need to pay particular attention if the people who say “we have nothing to lose” either stand to GAIN, or at a minimum, to not lose anything THEMSELVES, as for example elites will not suffer from policies designed to bring cheap energy production to a halt the way most of humanity will.

Old School: “He can’t even run his own life.  I’ll be damned if he’ll run mine.”

Now: Dude, I do drugs.  Hey, let’s look at the Daily Cause.  I wonder what I will believe today.

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/bradley-whitford-calls-susan-sarandon-saying-hillary-clinton-trump-incapable-admitting-wrong-165520977.html

Self evidently, I don’t agree with Sarandon, but at least she has escaped the hive mind.  This tweet, of course, is very, very safe Virtue Signalling, which is synonymous with a public abdication of the responsibility to think independently.  It is staying in synch with a school of fish swinging aimlessly in the ocean.

To be clear, when I say Alan Alda is dead, what I mean is that people who used to call themselves Liberals have now become daily able to mute or remodel their views in congruence with that days propaganda broadcasts.  They can no longer be differentiated from the herd.  They have no individual voices any more.  They are not allowed to: dissidence and non-conformity are punished severely, instantly, and publicly, and no rehabilitation is possible.

The Left is using and displaying Soviet style mind control, in this country, in an alleged Information Age.  It is unbelievable.  But it must be believed, because it is manifestly happening.

I dreamed last night that extraterrestrials offered that cabal of imbeciles who claim to be able to speak for “the People” of Earth 3 choices:

1) Military technology sufficiently advanced to allow for an easy conquest of Earth and the implementation of a stable global government.

2) Endlessly renewable energy, such as Zero Point energy, such that all of our energy problems are solved forever, with of course clean fuel.

3) Emotional “technology” such that we could all learn quickly to live in peace and harmony.

Which would you choose?  To my mind, 3 is so self evidently the superior that there can be no serious debate.  We can solve all our problems of consumption culturally.  We face no existential threats which could not rapidly be eliminated through simple cooperation, civic mindedness, and emotional intelligence.

As a general rule, though, I think people who lack emotional intelligence do not value it, so I think whatever Council may exist–and I think this dream is certainly something which is possible, which I find hard to believe, but which seems to logically extend from claims made by people I would otherwise believe on nearly any topic, like Edgar Mitchell–would find itself debating endless between options 1 and 2. 

Option 1, they would believe, offers “intelligence” to the human race, control.  It allows the superior people to speak directly for inferior people who would otherwise plant and reap the seeds of their own destruction, on many levels, in many ways.

Option 2, of course, speaks to global warming directly, wars for oil indirectly, and would represent a huge advance.  It would not solve the core problems of human overconsumption of the Earth’s resources, but it would also not be quite so violent and draconian.  The sensitive among them would likely favor this option.

To my mind, a core problem we face is that elites really don’t like rubbing elbows with commoners.  They don’t like how we look, how we smell, how we think, how we act.  They need us in order to invoke Noblesse Oblige, itself a thin rationalization for really quite pedestrian ambitions of greed and power.  But they don’t value us, or understand us.

What I would assert, though, is the extent even ordinary people have for calculation, for calibration.  Ponder some terrible event, like 9/11: ordinary people are capable of the extraordinary, at least in this country.  We can self organize.  We can and do form complex orders.

What we need is a new Revelation, a new dispensation, a new organizing order outside of mind numbing, soul dimming Consumerism.

The wreckage of one is always the wreckage of at least two.

Any enemy of the “People” is a friend of mine.

And, if I might channel Mike Myers feeling verklempt, please discuss amongst yourselves:  the People’s Republic of China is not run by or for the people, is not a republic, and is no longer culturally Chinese.

The default for all of us, I feel, absent considerable inner work, is to assume “life” and “the world” are roughly equal to the dominant patterns and emotional temperature of our childhood homes.  This is, I suppose, a truism, but I think one worth pointing out nonetheless.

And when today’s kids speak of Socialism, what they intend is a world where “the world” gives them stuff like their parents did, where “the world” demands little of them, like their parents, and where “life” encourages them to be selfish and self absorbed little shits.

For me, “life” is a place where everything I have is always about to be taken from me, where people cannot be trusted, and which always feels confusing, like a mountain shrouded in fog, from which gravity has been removed.  I don’t know which way is up.

I will add, that quite often, people describing the most grotesque emotional experiences, if they are truly participating in the description, are often healing them.  Talk therapy is not useless, even if substantially everything Freud ever wrote might most benefit the world by being burned.

I state that as a theoretical, obviously: no book should ever been burned, because we need to remember and learn from mistakes.  We need to REMEMBER how bad things start. 

http://911research.wtc7.net/wtc/analysis/collapses/dust.html

So I did a tad bit of research, here.

I watched a documentary on 9/11 called “105 minutes that changed America”.  It ended, roughly, with the collapse of the second tower.

Those clouds of dust you see, the ones that followed the collapse of Tower 1 and Tower 2: they are the result, most likely, of explosives.

The multi ton metal facades being ejected hundreds of feet from the towers: explosives.

And I might note, although it is superfluous both for believers and idiots, that the special I watched made no mention of Tower 7, other than a brief visit there where they claimed it was fully evacuated.

In my own mind, there can be no doubt of the scope. depth, and profound evil of the conspiracy.

I myself had a very vivid dream I have no doubt mentioned the night before, where I saw an enormous person controlling the slaughter of pigs.  He was a pig farmer.  He was Bin Laden.  This dream was very vivid, and unique.

So on that basis I do think bin Laden played a role. But I think so too did Dick Cheney.  This is the most reasonable conclusion.

It is a shitty conclusion, a bad conclusion, a scary conclusion, a conclusion that no reasonable person would admit to publicly. 

Indeed.

Lost in the desert, 3 bearded men sat in the night and debated the nature of sand.  One argued its nature was grains, was little bits, all separated.  And 27 being the perfect number, there no doubt some multiple of 27 grains in the expanse where they found themselves.

The second argued that the nature of sand was hard and soft.  If you hit it, it resists you.  If you stroke it carefully, if you scoop it carefully, it is infinitely malleable.

The third argued that its nature was dryness and moistness.  Hold it when it is dry, and it falls apart.  Moisten it with water, and it becomes like mud.

Two days later the first man said the nature of sand was dry little rocks, all piled together

The second man said that the nature of sand was hard, because it was pitiless.

The third man said he could not remember a sand which was wet, and so dryness must be its essential nature.

Two days later, the first man said the nature of sand is death.

The second man agreed.

The third man agreed.

And they all died.

What they could not see, because they did not look, was that there was a spring on the other side of the hill, with date palms.  The moon saw all this, and was not overly concerned, for it knew these men would see sand again, would see the desert again, and would again be offered water and food, for the cost of wandering just a little more.

It pondered, as it wandered off to make way for the sun, that perhaps life is little but water and date palms, and when those are absent, it does not last very long.

Moral: REMEMBER.  You know how, but you have forgotten.  So have I.  I do think, though, that I have remembered that I have forgotten something, and that is a start.

Oh, and if you can explain what I just wrote to me, it would be greatly appreciated. I am not drinking.  It is something else.

Actually, since I am being a bit cryptic, I will add that I could parse this story several ways.  I can parse/interpret/pull A lesson out of, nearly anything.  It’s a skill in itself.   The beauty of parables is they make you alert.  They can be read multiple ways, and all the ways are true, if they facilitate new insight in you.

For whatever reason I’ve been feeling kinship with the Sufis the past few days.  If I might add a nod to Omar Khayyam, I AM drinking wine.

I walked into the Razor again
today

It cut me, like it does

Blood fell everywhere, as rose petals

In severing me in two, it
doubled me

No thousand Kalis could hope to
lick up all my itinerant blood

Which rises to the sky, and falls
in yellow petals
and blue

A purple rainbow crosses to demand we know
it is an end to the end,

the death of death.

I reach the bottom of the pit
of despair, and find in the crack
at the bottom

a high peak, and the Sun.

Life is much more than gathering acorns
and piling them one on one on one.

It is much more than screaming at the night
Or watching willing women elevate the soul
of my body and then squeeze it out.

We must see that there is kindness in the knife
Everything is our friend.  There is no outside
there are no enemies: all is friend.

Walk in this.