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A gay man with Downs Syndrome. Or someone with Downs Syndrome who is gay. Or Autism.

You’re welcome.

Please add John Ishmael Smith to your list of people who are sufficiently small in number that you CAN mention them. 

Sand is constantly shifting, and fog obscures everything. The suicide in that film transfers, not to two, but to three.  What was a moment ago is no more.  Perhaps its opposite has taken its place.

I hated this movie, but I found it useful.  I figured they would kill the kid, but did not see the rest coming.

Stay alert. Remain alert. Sleep when you must, but know when you are sleeping.

Someday, you may help someone if you do.  You may be the only one in the room who has the slightest clue what the fuck is happening.  Thinking for yourself, and seeing and hearing and perceiving generally for yourself, are lost arts.

I will remind you of the movie “The Angel of Death”.  The perception and action flowed in a circle, and the circle became stuck.

Be an arrow in a world of circles.  I say that somewhat, but mostly not, facetiously.  Stand erect in a world of grovelers.  Your neighbor?  He’s looking at you.  If you look back at him, both of you will look at the TV.  This is how Trump was engineered in the public mind to be perceived as everything he isn’t.

It would actually not be hard to read that movie as a commentary on the potential of the government to fuck people’s lives up.  The County should have filed a tax lien preventing the sale of the house without payment.  They can put themselves in first position, and given overall sales volume in California it would not be long before they had their money.  I wonder if the film reflected how things actually work, although there is little that is beyond the pale in Socialist utopias like California and New York.

And absent an entitled law enforcement officer, who broke the law, everything would have worked out. 

I suppose I was supposed to let my heart bleed at how immigrants are treated, but Kingsley was actually treated very fairly, and likely much more fairly than an American in Iran in a similar position would have been, even in the days of the Shah (and before the “People’s Revolution” created an dictatorship whose abuses made the Shah look like a model of tolerance and restraint.)

I could go the next step and blame Jimmy Carter for pushing Kingsley’s character out of Iran in the first place.  Nothing good came of it, and a very great deal of suffering.  The Shah was repressive, yes, but perhaps only to one one hundredth the extent the Mullahs are.  They kill people.  They torture people. They operate the same political prisons the Shah did.

As always with regimes Leftists support, a man who only wanted to stay in power was replaced by people who not only wanted power over every last detail of people’s lives–something the Shah never sought–but over their very minds and souls.

Leftism, and everything it touches and supports, is pure evil.

It seems to me true compassion can only proceed from what I have called a tragic sense of life, from an understanding that we are all lost, that we are all confused, that we are all taking our best guess, that life always ends in death.

None of us really know, for sure, how to play this game.  Certain things lead to better states than others, but we don’t really know how this world is put together.  Embracing this leads to a way of seeing everything everyone does as a result, an outcome, of taking a best guess, or of evading the guessing game entirely.

Intellectuals love to denigrate popular culture, but in the next breath they tell us we should all be miserable.  Popular culture is a drug which serves as a tranquilizer.  No one who can feel this world clearly can fail to understand why this would attractive.  It is most likely the covert attraction of most intellectuals (and no doubt I’m guilty here too) to pop culture which causes them to engage with it at all, much less judge it.

The Kardashians mean nothing.  Their lives are superficial and silly.  But they are something to focus on.  They are a place to direct your attention.  And they seem to generate a new train wreck every week, or at least that is the impression I get.  Train wrecks are interesting.  The misery and death of others is interesting, because even though we know we are all going there, we can take solace that it is not our turn, yet.  And perhaps we are practicing.

This form of compassion undercuts everything.  It excludes no one.  And it need not feel hate for those who judge.  It need not feel hate for those who abide by absolute moral codes. Such codes have much to be said for them, whereas the creed of “being nice” is really an American thing made economically possible by our advanced wealth.  Niceness evaporates under stress.  It is in many respects a lazy morality and little more.

What brings up this line of thought is the movie “The House of Sand and Fog”, which is a tragedy.  They come so close to working everything out, and at all points in the movie all people are acting rationally, from their perspective, based on their limited understanding.  Nobody sees the whole picture.  If any of them could see where it is all going, they would have acted differently, but no one does.  No one can.  That is how life is.  The wise see more, and fools see less, but few of us are wise, and none of our wise can see everything.  And in our culture at the moment, as it is expressed by most media (which is certainly divergent even now from a large swathe of America) wisdom is more or less conflated with being nice, and with assuming everything will work out if we just hope hard enough, and ignore or shout down everyone who says anything to the contrary.

Sometimes you do your best and your world falls apart.  Sometimes your world falls apart, and you can’t come even close to doing your best.  Most of us muddle along, in intermittent bouts of anger, happiness, sadness, confusion and doubt, love, fear, contentment, anxiety, and all the rest.

Compassion means “with-passion”.   No one who has not been through the gamut of emotions, both in quality and in amplitude, can really feel this emotion effectively.  It is not a quality to cultivate.  It is the outcome of understanding yourself, your own feelings, your own life, your own doubt and confusion, fear, pain and grief.

And as I have said–I have posted on this topic repeatedly, since I wrestle with it–what compassion emphatically is NOT is an excuse for establishing a relationship of superiority/inferiority.

It is right and proper for people to reject some forms of pity.  That pity says that person is pathetic, that they have fallen below the human norm.  You do not feel pity for people who you feel are suffering nobly.  You feel admiration.

Few thoughts.

What we need to be aiming for is a world where every infant feels perceived, loved, and protected.  Everything good, all morality, all social harmony, flows from this.

Morality which is difficult will often be abandoned.  Principles which require constant will will be enforced through fear, and this fear will always manifest in negative ways, typically war and violence of all sorts.

Why is there such income inequality now?  Well, first and foremost, because we have taken the last fucking limit off the power of banks to create money, and the Fed to pull them out of the hole when they go too far, as they invariably do.

But equally, and more saliently, because we have created a system where the sky is the limit as far as wealth, and we have filled it with men and women who feel fear continually, who are compelled to work as if someone were pointing a gun at their head, and for whom too much can never be even approximately enough.

The system, obviously, is not the problem.  Jeff Bezos hurts no one with his wealth, and his ambition and compulsions have created tens of thousands of jobs, which help a great deal.  Apparently Seattle was in the dumps economically around 2000.  Someone told me they had a sign on the outskirts of town on the outbound freeway “will the last person to leave please turn the lights off?”  That was before Amazon and some other similar companies.

But returning to my key point, if someone like Bezos was born to a tribe of 100, and if he was mothered the way he was apparently mothered, then he would HAVE to either be the chief, or be the foremost warrior in conflicts with other tribes.  He was born to stand out.  He was born to work obsessively until that happened.  This, because he is, or was, fundamentally unhappy, and thus emotionally unstable outside of his chosen solution of work.

Our world is filled with such people.  Those without talent become heroin, or sex addicts. Or alcoholics.  Far too many of them recently.

Progress, genuine progress, will consist in a close focus on how our children are raised, with particular focus on the first, usually forgotten, 4 years or so.  Having extended family is hugely useful.  Having an ersatz family in the form of a tribe would be perhaps equally useful.

These are the questions we should be asking.  This is where the focus needs to be on building a better society.  Laws are containers which sift out those whose traumas are too strong to stay within the lines, versus those whose fear conditioning is sufficient to keep them within those boundaries.  They are completely unnecessary for good people, those who respect others, and who know how to regulate their own behavior.

A perfect society has no government, or at least no police and no jails.  This is what we should be aiming for, and what all people who pretend to the label of “Progressive” should have in the front of their minds at all times.

These societies have existed.  I have seen them.  They do not last, because they do not need to remain on Earth.  Angels become angels.  But becoming angels is what life on this Earth is all about.

I continue to dream, and my dreaming hurts me.  It hurts me to feel what is possible, and not even know how to get there myself, much less lead others.  I am moving in the right direction.  The quality and character of my dreams are changing.  I am changing.  I am calmer now than I used to be.  But I still have many miles to go before it is my time to sleep.  So I feel.

I don’t think Trump has nicknames for either of these two banditti yet.  He should come up with something. I think it helps him psychologically.

Nasty Nancy is my vote for her.  Chuck I’ll need to think.  “That unfunny fat chick’s first cousin, once removed” is probably not ideal.

Chuck the Huckster?  Getting warmer.  Two buck Chuck?  Chuckie the Clown?

Here is the thing: unless Trump wilts like a hothouse flower in wintertime, he’s going to win.  He can win, certainly, and with all the political capital he has risked on this shutdown, he literally has nothing to GAIN by not declaring an emergency.  There is literally no upside.  The Democrats will mock him relentlessly and even his most fervent supporters will be deeply disappointed, and can be counted on to be disengaged in 2020.  Flip side, all he risks is the condemnation he gets every day any way, and perhaps some lawsuits, if he declares an emergency.  It’s not ideal, but everyone on all sides of the issue knows he tried really hard to get this done by legislative means.

But Nancy will be in a daily pissing contest with him for the next two years, and he needs to figure out better ways of dealing with her.  She is an amoral psychopath who is well funded, but he is charming and she is not.  She is roughly as charismatic as Hillary, which is to say one thinks of wet dogs, children crying and unpaid housekeepers when one sees her speak.

It will be interesting.  Everything around Trump is interesting.  I just hope he trusts his gut and ignores the counsels of failure which are presumably circling around him.

I am listening to a lecture series on Particle Physics.  I did not have the faintest clue how complicated it is.  I remember electrons, protons and neutrons, knew there were quarks and neutrinos and positrons, but that was about it until the Higgs Boson made the news.

But no, it’s a WHOLE lot bigger than all that.  There are hundreds of particles.

The part I keyed on, though, and which I cannot say I understand fully, and which I would likely need to read the math for to even approximate a good understanding (which won’t happen since I don’t do even Calculus, which is a regret of mine I will rectify some day), is something called quantum fluctuation and Renormalization.

As I understood the lecturer, the Heisenberg Uncertainly Principle allows particles to be created from nothing.  They can only be created for infinitesimally small amounts of time, and the larger they are, the smaller that amount of time, but this process is apparently continuous.  We can’t take a picture of an atom, but it might be happening millions of times a second in every atom in the universe.

The math on this within a quantum level electromagnetic field is so difficult that physicists, rather than try and figure out what was actually happening, decided to take observed electrical charges for electrons and protons, and more or less “rig” the math backwards to get the result they wanted and needed, which is to say the observed quantities of +1 for Protons and -1 for Electrons.

But again this gets to the Quantum Vacuum, which I understand is normally derived a different way, although not having read the math, I am reduced to repeating my understandings of what the  actual physicists have said.

This notion, that “there is enough energy in one square meter of ’empty’ space to boil every ocean on Earth”, as Richard Feynman put it, is in the middle of everything, literally.  All physics depends on it.  All physics assumes it.  But they have no idea what it might mean for matter to appear and disappear spontaneously. 

In the lectures he used the example of scientific progress by noting that Tyco Brahe created a large mass of raw data, Johannes Kepler created rules which described but did not explain it, and Newton created laws of physics from which Kepler’s rules could be derived.  Now, we still don’t know how gravity works, so there are still large pieces missing, but this is the pattern.

At this moment, we observe that Heisenberg’s Uncertainly Principle “works” as an explanatory tool, but I am not at all sure we have even reached a Newtonian level of understanding of what it means for things to simply appear from nothing.  How does that work?  What does it say about our universe?

Can we even say matter exists, when what is visible, what is “above the surface” of the fluctuations, depends entirely on a substrate which is the opposite of solid, permanent, and “real”?

As the lecturer noted, there is no way to know the “real” charge of an electron or proton.  It’s impossible. We can simply measure what’s left once the quantum fluctuations have been factored in and out.

This is very interesting work, and these are very interesting ideas.

I read recently that there has been a 20 point upswing in support for Trump recently among Hispanics.  If you think about it, this makes a ton of sense.  Who is affected most by 50,000 Spanish speaking people a month–or whatever it really is–sneaking across our border? 

Answer: the Spanish speaking people who are here legally.  These aliens are not going to go anywhere but Spanish speaking neighborhoods, which means they are mainly going to create problems for people in Spanish speaking neighborhoods.

Nancy Pelosi has a castle with a moat, for all intents and purposes, in San Francisco, apparently Napa, and no doubt Washington D.C.  Same with Chuck Schumer.  The plebes don’t get within a mile of them. The border problem might as well be something happening in Swaziland.  It’s an abstraction to be used–like everything else in their emotionally and morally poor lives–for political, which is to say personal, gain.

With respect to Trump’s announcement of a shut-down hiatus, I of course am left to guess like everyone else, but I think it had two components.  One, he was hearing a lot of stories of really good people, like the Coast Guard, having to go to food banks and rely on friends and family.  Unlike substantially all Democrats, apparently, he felt genuine concern and compassion.  For this reason, I think it is unlikely he will force this on them again. 

Secondly, the press was doing its best to make hay of the coordinated propaganda offensive they were able to undertake with an utterly corrupt FBI with respect to Roger Stone.  He quashed most of that momentum.

It is most likely he will go ahead and declare an emergency.  Tens of thousands of people pouring across our highly permeable border a month qualifies, and no Democrat lawsuit is likely to overturn that.  This is the cleanest solution, I think.

But I think Democrats are mistaken if they think that the legal Hispanic vote is reliably Democrat.  The open question, of course, is how much voter fraud they will be able to get away with in 2020.  I really hope Trump has a plan for this.

Mao’s famine was in the early 1960’s.  That means many are still alive who remember, and that there are hundreds of millions of Chinese born since who carry in their body epigenetic memories of this trauma.

Remember when parents used to tell their kids “eat your food because there are starving kids in China?”  Communism.

Band-Aid for the starving in Ethiopia?  Communism.

Communism is raids in the middle of the night, shots to the back of the head, secret police, starvation to the point of eating children (both Ukraine and China, at least, and presumably elsewhere), families being broken up at gunpoint, pointless and bloody wars, fat Commissars and Captains, endless tears, and silent cruelties of every sort.  Decent people avoid it like the plague, and those who do not, are not decent people.  Cut them no slack, and pull no punches.

So I stayed up half the night watching this silly movie, drinking maybe a tad (a pint) of vodka.

My one little thought.  I’m not proud, but perhaps I pulled something out of it.

I think I might have been one of the first to say (sober edit: it came to me, but somebody said it two thousand years ago for the thousandth time) “the best way to win a fight is to avoid it/to not be there.”  I think here of the Seven Samurai.  The samurai who avoids the debacle never even enters the door.  He says “some kind of bullshit is going on here, and I want no part of it.”

Agent 97, or whatever her name was in French, sees a step or two ahead.  What if she saw three steps?  Four?  Five?  Twenty?  100?  She would never be in danger.  She could live a calm, peaceful life that never involved guns, shooting anyone, or violence.  The far off winds would tell her, always, when to move, and when to change.

I think all of us get whiffs of when to be ready to adapt, and I think most of us ignore them.