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  • Tails of the the Teufelhund, Part 4 – An Apt Name or Where’s My Wallet!?!!

    Tails of the the Teufelhund, Part 4 – An Apt Name or Where’s My Wallet!?!!

    Teuful? Damonen? Zerstoren? All of the above? She like to chew, and chew she will. Daddy spends at least $5-10 a week on chew toys and dental treats to keep her occupied, but it’s not enough for a Teuful. Bella will take those treats down like a baby bunny–rope, rawhide, nothing gets in her way, and she loves her milk jugs. She has two speeds: sleep mode and haul ass chasing the kittah through the house mode. At 11 months, she sleeps like a teenager. Ten, twelve, fourteen hours a day! Slime dog.

    So, last night after a nice Glib/beer evening, I’m awakened at 1:30 AM by my screaming wife. I wake and wonder WTF? I look down to see my bed scattered with money and credit cards. Vom Teufelhund Zerstort!

    Beside my main credit/debit card, she chewed my Microsoft, EPA and AMA cards, as well as Bevmo and other cards. Oddly, she didn’t eat any of the $400+ I had in my wallet. (And btw, we never found the wallet*.) Since I caught her in the act, I beat her, as far as Daddy can swat his baby girl, but she knew and it scared her. (I popped her on the ass and put her out back for 30 minutes. Tough love…?)

    She eats too much people food, mostly meat, but she is a potato chip addict. She’ll do tricks for chips, crazy pup.

    Bella is a huge task, but she is real good therapy for Momma and me too, and damn, she purty! She’s the last dog I’ll ever own, and Stumpy and I treat her like gold. Truly a great Hund.

    *I’ll be looking as I pick up the poop, interesting what comes out…………..

  • I Link, You Link, We All Link, The Sunday Morning Links

    I Link, You Link, We All Link, The Sunday Morning Links

    I’ll ape sloopy here and start with sports, because there was actually sports yesterday. Los Angeles doesn’t really deserve a football team, and yesterday they showed that they don’t actually have one. Alex Smith may have played his last game as a Chief, and played pretty damn well until Tennessee discovered the winning strategy- knock out KC’s go-to tight end. It’s official- Jon Gruden, who was a good-not-great coach, wins the NFL lottery. And I pre-gamed with Swiss Servator, which involved Deschutes Black Butte Porter and Deth By Cherries oatmeal stout. SP and I polished off a credible Barbera d’Alba with the Atlanta-LA game; a bit more volatile acidity and higher alcohol than I like, but the requisite low tannin and snappy acidity that we want in a pizza wine. And I’m paying for all of this as I type. GodDAMN, this keyboard is loud!

     

    OK, on to Links. This I found amusing, showing that Portugal is really just the European equivalent of West Virginia. “Careful, Daddy, you’ll crush my smokes!”

     

    Socialism. It’s just misunderstood. If we go socialist, we’ll ALL be wearing $700 jackets and living in million dollar third homes. The concept of “some animals are more equal than others” seems to have evaded this fellow’s reading.

    “There is this idea that some people seem to have that socialists believe we should all be walking around wearing burlap sacks,” [Jacobin magazine editor] Uetricht said. “That’s not true.”

    Although Uetricht is living on student loans as he pursues a masters degree in sociology, he revealed that he too enjoys occasional luxuries. He recently splurged on an “incredibly fresh” pair of $70 red, suede Nike sneakers, and a $180 pair of Timberland boots.

    I can’t imagine that Uetricht’s fanboy enthusiasm for Sanders could be motivated by the thought of those student loan payments for a useless degree going away. That would be unprincipled.

     

    This has gotten surprisingly little coverage in the US, but is certainly… suggestive. In other coverage, the real reason for Iran’s economic woes is exposed: unfettered capitalism, cuts in welfare, and lack of regulation. Bonus: a quote from Esfandyar Batmanghelidj, who should have been played by Adam West.

     

    Hopeful headlines notwithstanding, I predict that we’re stuck with Sessions, the worst AG since Janet Reno, for quite a while. Of course, as we talked about yesterday, Team Blue has suddenly discovered their love for him.

     

    This story reminds me greatly of a classic scene in Blazing Saddles.

     

    A guy who led perhaps the most interesting life of all time has died.

     

    And Old Guy Music, without which I’m sure your Sunday morning is not complete. I have rather, ummm, eclectic tastes in music, but I admit that I’ve shamefully neglected European classical in these various posts. I’ll correct this oversight with my favorite classical piano lyric piece, “Wedding Day At Troldhaugen.” Grieg rocked. This guy does a delightfully rollicking version of the song, and in retrospect, this should have been our wedding music instead of whatever stupid pop song was on the witness’s boombox (long story, but let’s just say that one has to do a bit of searching to find a wedding chapel in Vegas that will pretend that an 8 year old is at the age of consent).

  • STEVE SMITH’S SATURDAY EVENING LINKS

    STEVE SMITH HAPPY TO SEE FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE AGAIN. WAS AFRAID MOST OF YOU FROZE. STEVE SMITH DOES NOT LIKE FROZEN PEOPLE. MAKE RAPE COLD AND IMPERSONAL. NOT REALLY STEVE SMITH’S STYLE. SO STEVE SMITH SAY RELAX, AND HE GIVE YOU LINKS TO ENJOY. THEN GO DOWN TO CABIN ALONG TRAIL, HELP CAMPERS BY BUILDING NICE WARM FIRE. THEN RAPE. STEVE SMITH HAS TO DO HIS THING.

    • YOU KNOW WHO NEED TO RELAX? CLIENT #9.
    • THE CROYDON CAT KILLER“…NOT QUITE JACK THE RIPPER, BUT HIM NEED TO RELAX TOO. IN JAIL CELL.
    • STEVE SMITH THINK HE HAVE TO PAY VISIT TO COMPETITOR. BY PAY VISIT, MEAN RAPE.
    • STEVE SMITH KNOW CANADA PEOPLE RELAXED. BUT MAYBE CANADA AIRPORT PEOPLE GET TOO RELAXED ON JOB?
  • Nephilium’s Games Corner – On the internet, no one knows you’re a Glibertarian

    Nephilium’s Games Corner – On the internet, no one knows you’re a Glibertarian

    Last time, we discussed two player games.  But what to do if you can’t even scrounge up one other person to play with?  Like most things, the answer is on the internet.  Specifically, the answer is on several websites that allow players to play games online, and enforce the rules (which can help you learn that you were playing a rule incorrectly previously).  I’m going to focus on just two of the sites that I use, and focus on the games that one of the sites has on it.

    The first site is Boite-A-Jeux, a site based out of France that allows for a large number of games to be played.  You can sign up for a free account, which permits play of all of their games.  What it doesn’t allow you to do is modify any of the time restrictions when setting a game up, so if you’re a free player, all of your games will have a timeout on moves of 30 days.  You also cannot write notes in the game, nor can you select your prefered color of pieces, and you’re limited to being in 20 games at a time.  

    The second site is Board Game Arena, which has a different selection of games (there is only 1 game that overlaps both sites that I’m aware of), and also allows free accounts.  Here, free accounts cannot create tables for all of the games, but can join them.  BGA (Board Game Arena), allows you to play in real time, or turn based.  In both modes, you start with a bank of time, and each turn you complete adds a set amount of time to it.

    Both sites will remove players if they run out of play time.  On BAJ (Boite-A-Jeux), you can request a replacement player for a player who has had their time expire.  The person kicked from the game has it count as a loss for them, and the new player can join a game that will not affect their ELO score.  BGA allows you to skip players when they run out of time, but the game as a whole is considered a forfeit from them at that point, and everyone else is considered a winner at a percentage based on how much of the game was completed.  I prefer BAJ, but I’m here to give options.  BGA has both Incan Gold and Jaipur which I discussed before.  Now to go to some heavier games that are on BAJ (but not BGA):

    Game 1) Drinking poison is bad?  Alchemists

    This is an interesting blend of hedging knowledge, hidden knowledge, and logic puzzle.  If you play the cardboard version of this game, it requires either a smartphone application or a player who acts as an adjudicator (and doesn’t get to play).  There are 8 different ingredients, and there are 8 different “alchemicals” that can be associated with them.  Each alchemical is made of three parts, one of each color (red, green, and blue).  Each of those parts has two attributes associated with it: the size (small or large), and the sign (negative or positive).  Through using artifacts, testing potions on yourself (and a student), and selling potions, the key is to determine what alchemical is associated with each ingredient and publish the theory.  The logic system is fairly simple, a small and a large of the same color and sign make a potion.  So if you mix something that has a large red negative with a small red negative, you get a negative red potion.  When publishing a theory, you have the option to either claim it with a flag that’s worth points at the end of the game, or you can hedge one of the colors.  So if you know that scorpion has a negative red and a positive blue, but you’re not sure on the green, you can publish a theory and hedge it on the green color.  Why would you do this?  Because one of the actions you can take is to debunk a theory that has been published.  The method of this is different based on the Apprentice or Master variant; but in short, you debunk a theory on a specific color and if there are any flags there that didn’t hedge on the color you debunked on, they take a large reputation (part of end game scoring) hit.  At the end of the game, all of the correct alchemical associations are revealed, and if you were correct (and not hedged) you score points based on the flag you placed, gold flags (of which you have 2) are worth 5 points, silver (of which you have 3) are worth 3.  You will also get points based on your gold and artifacts purchased through the course of the game.

    Game 2) Point Salad fun!  Castles of Burgundy (Die Burgen von Burgund)

    I’ve mentioned a couple of other designers in the past, and this game brings up another one.  This is a game by Stefan Feld, who is known for randomness (with mitigation options being available) and point salad.  I hear the question now, “What’s point salad?”  Point salad is a term used to describe games in which nearly every action gets you some number of points.  You put down a building – get 3 points, you completed an area – get 8 points, you took some workers – they’ll be worth points at the end of the game.  The key in his games is to optimize the points you are getting for the actions you take.  Castles of Burgundy is one of the more popular of Feld’s games.  I prefer playing this online, as it makes the setup between phases and cleanup much easier.  The game plays between 2-4 players, and scales the options available based on the number of players.  This game is played by having all of the players roll 2 dice, and then in turn order use their 2 dice to take actions.  The actions are as follows:

    1. Take a tile from the central board
    2. Place a tile from your personal store
    3. Sell goods
    4. Get 2 workers
    5. Spend 2 silver to purchase from the black market (does not use a die)

    Workers allow you to modify the number you rolled by +/-1 per worker used helping to mitigate the randomness.  For the other three actions, you can only take the action if the number on your die matches what you want to do.  The central board has seven areas: 6 associated with the faces of the die, and one that represents the black market.  Each player’s personal board also has numbers in every hex, and when placing a tile, you must match that number, be next to a tile you have already placed, and the tile you’re placing must match the color of the hex you’re placing it in.  All tiles provide either an immediate effect, an end game effect, or an ongoing effect.  The game is over after 25 turns, with the high score at the end being the winner.

    Game 3) Sacrifice is the name of the game.  Deus

    Deus is a tableau building game, you start with a hand of cards and each turn you either play a card to your tableau, or sacrifice any number of cards to a deity.  To play a card to your tableau, you must meet certain requirements:

    1. You must have a building piece for the building type on your personal board (each player starts with 2 pieces for each of 5 building types)
    2. Be able to afford the cost in coin and resources
    3. Have a space on the board where you can play the piece (two of the same piece cannot be in the same space, and you cannot play in a space that’s a barbarian village or that has an opponent’s piece in it)

    If you meet those requirements, you then activate all of the cards of that type from the earliest played to the one you just played.  There’s also a sixth type of building called a Temple, which only requires you to be able to afford the cost, and have a space on the board with at least one of your pieces on it.  The temples will give you end game points for meeting specific goals.  If you can’t build, then you need to sacrifice to one of the five gods.  This is done by selecting one card, and putting as many other cards from your hand under it.  The whole stack is then discarded, and you receive the bonus for the card on top.  Each god gives you different items, from coins, goods, drawing extra cards, victory points, and/or more wooden buildings to place on your board.  The other way to earn victory points is to surround a barbarian village with at least one military unit assisting.  The barbarian village is then removed from the game, and the player with the most military units around it gets the points the village is worth.  The game continues until one of two endgame criteria is met: all barbarian villages are removed from the game, or the communal supply of temples is exhausted.  At that point, everyone has two final turns to score themselves some more points, and the game ends.  

    Feel free to invite me to a game on either of the services, I’m under the same handle there.  Next time, I plan on finally writing about some games on the heavier side of the spectrum.

  • Review – Bell’s Roundhouse IRA

    Review – Bell’s Roundhouse IRA

    This is my review of Bell’s Brewery Roundhouse India Red Ale.

    Yeah, okay so they just hopped up Kilian’s Irish Puke and gave it a cute name? Fine.  To keep your attention, here’s UFC eye candy, Paige Van Zant delivering a roundhouse kick:

    Yeah, okay pedants.  She’s right handed, so that was technically a switch kick if you are only going to look at the still photo.  If you want to see the whole thing, this video here has it in real time and slow motion. She actually swung her strong leg forward to gain momentum toward her opponent.  Then turned her hips midair, planted her right foot, and landed a left kick to the face. If anything, this was technically a flying switch kick, but it was definitely a feat of athleticism.  I can cover the gap like this and land a knee, but a kick takes several reps for me to land it.  I would say this was her career highlight, but Dancing with the Stars and every single commercial she is in seems to be more lucrative than her fights, which might explain why she never seems to fight anymore.  So before you decide, keep in mind that on any other day she looks like this:

    Speaking of red…

    The roundhouse kick is present in many Martial Arts styles but primarily is associated with Muay Thai–or Thai boxing, the national sport of Thailand.  Yes, there is more to Thailand than ladyboys, street food, counterfeit watches, and epic weekends in Bangkok. The sport itself was developed like all Martial Arts as a means of self-defense. Developed from a fighting style called Krabi Krabong, it is centered around the mindset that you are born with 8 weapons:  2 fists, 2 elbows, 2 feet, and 2 knees.  In the early 20th century the Siamese army actually pitted fighters from competing companies in bouts against each other.  This might seem like a brutal way to build readiness but it is actually a common custom in modern militaries.  In fact, I participated in a traditional boxing match during my first deployment.  The management at Al Udeid, AB sanctioned the fights under several significant conditions.  I will admit I lost, but I contend the guy I fought was Airborne and I filled in at the last minute for another guy that wimped out that morning.  

    For more information on Muay Thai, here is a link.

    Because it is a proven fighting style as a sport, rather than an art (suck it Meryl Streep), it is popular among MMA fighters for their standing game.  Other styles such as Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and even traditional boxing are represented among professional fighters but they are fewer in number.  MMA fighters primarily train in Muay Thai, plus Ju Jitsu or wrestling for their ground game.  

    So how do you do it?  To start, you should be in a modified boxing crouch–just more upright.  Hands up, shoulders forward, hips bent, feet should be a little wider than shoulder width at a 45 degree angle, strong leg should be back with your weight slightly biased to the back, knees bent and finally you should always be on the balls of your feet.  With me so far?

    Something like this…

    From here you need to be loose.  Start by moving your back leg forward like you plan to knee you opponent.  This position from his view means either you are moving to strike with a knee, parry a kick, or kick either high or low.  Deception is a good thing here.  Then pivot your front foot towards the outside, this will put it in a better position to maintain your balance.  Then turn your hips towards your front foot, begin to extend and swing your leg.  You want to aim to strike your opponent with your shin.  If you strike intentionally with your foot, you’re going to have a bad day. See UFC Fighter, Uriah Hall for the reason why you don’t necessarily want to strike with your foot, even if it worked out for Paige…

    BTW. He won that fight.

    The last step is called “chopping the tree.”  Here you are turning your hips violently to build power and swing your leg down.  Basically, pretend to strike your opponent with the lateral malleolus.  That is the big bulging bone on the side of your ankle.  Not that it is physically possible, but to finish by striking with the front of your shin, you will need to turn your entire body as if it were.  The result should look like this:

    To see the full motion, here’s a Thai fighter engaging in clear cut deforestation (seriously). This is a devastating strike; typically compared with being hit with a baseball bat.  Some fighters have been clocked swinging their legs as fast as 130 miles per hour, delivering 1400 foot pounds of force.  This is beyond broken ribs, this is ruptured organs territory and depending on the location of impact in some cases can stop the heart.

    Now that you know this should be more than just a charming marketing scheme…the beer does have a bit more character than the garden variety IPA.  Its base is a red ale, so it does have the usual toasted, caramel malts that are common with that style.  There is a hint of sweetness which is obvious given they list honey as an ingredient in big letters on the can.  I would probably say this is good enough on its own given that I’m partial to the balanced malty side of the spectrum but they also dry hopped it.  It’s a nice counter to the usual IPA and when compared to the ubiquitous red/amber ales is much more interesting.  Odd line to tread, but it treads it well. Bell’s Brewery Roundhouse India Red Ale 4.0/5.

  • You know who ELSE did Saturday Morning Links?

    You know who ELSE did Saturday Morning Links?

    There is nothing wrong with your computer. Do not attempt to adjust the video. (((We))) are controlling the links. If (((we))) wish to make them louder, (((we))) will bring up the volume. If (((we))) wish to make them softer, (((we))) will tune them to a whisper. (((We))) can reduce the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity. (((We))) will control the horizontal. (((We))) will control the vertical. For the next four hours, sit quietly and (((we))) will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to… The Morning Links.

     

    Five Dimensional Chess!!!!

     

    Did you know that wypipo in Appalachia have something major in common with black bodies in inner cities? It’s true. They have no agency, no ability to leave, no way to look at any other options. They need to be saved from the ravages of capitalism by superior sorts who live in the Right Areas and think the Right Thoughts. And whatever you do, as a Right Thinking Journalist, make sure to obscure the reasons people freely make the choices they do.

     

    In today’s good news, Banjos and Sloopy’s kids have a new role model.

     

    And yet more Absolute Disaster, if we don’t take action RIGHT NOW, with a primary action being “more grant funding.” No more fish, Mrs. Paul’s Hardest Hit.

     

    In sports news, ESPN is struggling to find announcers and commentators who have undergone chemical castration.

     

    And finally, one more “journalist” is actually a psychiatric expert, who is able to make remote diagnoses in the service of patriotism. Tell you what, I’ll make a remote diagnosis of Chuckie Pierce: he is suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome.

     

    Yes, yes, I know, y’all can’t wait for Old Guy Music. Because I have my finger on the pulsing penile vein of American culture. I read a deep academic analysis of this song, discussing how the relative sizes of the pianist and the vocalist are related to the power dynamics between white 1950s British culture and the racialism of modern London. or something. I dunno, I just thought it was a nice song and a cool video, but that’s because I’m not as smart as woke academics. In any case, have fun today- I’ll be drinking beer with Swiss and watching football with SP. There’s worse ways to spend a Saturday.

  • Friday Afternoon Thank Yahweh This Week Is Over Links

    Friday Afternoon Thank Yahweh This Week Is Over Links

    The first week of the year is really fun for me professionally. I get to spend all day every day doing yearly regulatory compliance documentation, which adds exactly zero value and redefines the word “tedium.” This has not improved my mood, so don’t be pissing me off in the comments. Get it? GET IT???

     

    As a devoted hater of the Redskins, I can only comment… What the fuck is a glass purse?

    Cooke allegedly hitched up her skirt to moon the officer…

    Alas, no pix.

     

    “I hear your brain hurts, Trebek… and your mother is still a whore!”

     

    More leftist autophagia. #methree

     

    I like how Team Blue doesn’t even pretend to principles.  There’s a refreshing honesty about it. Team Red has not gotten to that level yet- they still pretend that they’re honest, even in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

     

    Speaking of which, smoke weed or you’re going to have the shit punched out of you. Mike, meet Jeff. Go to it!

     

    Old Guy Music! And you thought you could get away without it. You were wrong. I can watch this one again and again and not get tired of it.

  • The Unbearable Whiteness of Being

    The Unbearable Whiteness of Being

     

    This will be quite a bit less thorough than my last writing, primarily because of the subject matter.  The earlier piece was easier to come up with examples for, as it is so transparently obvious that the metric system is more overrated than any other system, with the possible exception of Urban Meyer’s spread.  [Note to editors, please remove that bit if Oklahoma gets crushed in the first round of the playoffs.  Likewise, if the Sooners take the whole thing before this gets published, feel free to add “Booya!” or “Oh no he di-in’t!” or similar.  Also, definitely include this clip. Editor’s note: I have no idea what happens in sportsball-world, so I left this in for the lulz].  At the end of this article I expect to receive an offer for a tenured position in Whiteness Studies.1

    I hereby proclaim my theory of whiteness based on two indisputable facts:  first, that whiteness (as specified below) increases over time (at least until very recently) and second, that “mighty white of you” was a compliment.  Now when I am talking about whiteness, I mean that term as it applies to the United States (sorry Rufus).  I doubt I need to recap but maybe for Pie, there was a time when in America, the White Race was the English Race.  Even the Germans were considered non-white by Ben Franklin.  Ponder that for a moment.2  Even as late as the 20th century, “true whites” were also referred to as WASPs (anyone else find it odd how that term seems to have completely vanished?) or White Anglo-Saxon Protestants (remember how the KKK hated Catholics).  Now here is the thing:  “white ethnics” never went away.  Which leads me to my first point:

    Whiteness is not an ethnicity; it is a meta-ethnicity.

    I didn’t see this much growing up in Indian Territory, but when I moved to upstate New York, I entered a place were white ethnic enclaves are still a thing.  The local paper’s sports section has a story titled “Danes Defeat Dutchmen” and as God is my witness, I can tell people from those towns apart by sight.  Ditto those descended from Poles.  And the Irish, and the Eye-ties and…  There is enough endogamy going on up here that the various white ethnicities maintain their physical and cultural (expressed through styles of dress) differences that I never expected to see from my few decades living in the south-central part of the country.  There is no conflict between someone being “white” and being “Italian,” because they are separate categories of taxonomy.

    A helpful guide to tracking your white heritage

    But what about me?  I am a white man[citation needed].  I don’t really have access to an actual ethnicity.  I’m all mutted up.  I have a German (maternal) grandmother (Northern German, she would stress, not one of those silly southern Germans), but all I really have of a heritage from her is a smattering of verbal imperatives and the ability to play this on the accordion.  (Side note:  none of the women in my family descending from that grandmother, including my sister and her daughters have pierced ears.  Proper German girls don’t piece their ears.  That’s for those Polish trollops.)  My father’s mother’s mother’s mother was of the (((tribe))).  That left me the ability to correctly pronounce “kibitz” and “chutzpah,” but the inability to remember more than half of the Sh’ma Yisrael at any given time.    One of my grandfathers managed to do a genealogy going back to the Norman invasion, but the other only made it back a few generations since most of them were actively trying to change their identities as they *ahem* sought greener (or at least less jail-filled) pastures.  Yeah, they pretty much fucked anything that would let them.  Oh, and in my only defense of Elizabeth Warren ever, I can confirm that every child born in Oklahoma is told that they are descended from a Cherokee princess.  Apparently they looooved the D.3

    Anyway, if Albion’s Seed is correct, the Borderers (Scots-Irish, Border Reavers, “Scum of Two Nations,” whatever) brought their tendency to eschew any cultural identity with then when they settled in the US.  I’d guess this would be why there is a large portion of the country that has no real interest in an ethnicity and therefore are “white by default” as Ozy Franz would never say.

    Now about this mutting process, is it the case where I do have a “real” ethnic identity, but I just don’t identify with it?  I… don’t think so.  My mother almost never made strudel.  I think she made spätzle once.  She did make pork meatballs in sauerkraut on a fairly regular basis and liked to cook pork ribs with onions and apples, but you couldn’t really call her cuisine “German” outside of some ironclad rules on meal preparation (each supper needed a starch, a meat, a yellow vegetable, a green vegetable, and a salad).  She cooked pots and pots of chili.  Mountains of meatballs with enough spaghetti to consume the entire harvest of Ticino.  Corned beef and cabbage.  Pinto beans and cornbread (did I mention she was born in Milwaukee?).  And those unfortunate culinary relics of the pre-Carter era which need not be spoken of.  The point is, my culinary “heritage” is a hodge-podge of things that tasted good to my mom that she learned to cook, just as my genetic heritage is a hodge-podge of those people my ancestors liked to bang.

    So how is it that nowhere people like myself and also pureblood ethnics all fall under the rubric “white?”  Because…

    Whiteness does not refer to your ethnicity; it refers to your relationship with other ethnicities

    If your ethnic culture is in a state of mutual intelligibility (and I would say respect) with the dominant ethnic culture, you are white.  That’s it.  If the WASPs understood and tolerated the way another group lived, and that group reciprocated, they became less “other,” especially in comparison to TGOT.  This is not to say that this understanding is deep or even accurate.  It’s just enough that the other cultures are grokked as being comprehensible, even if not currently comprehended.  This is why whiteness expands.  Groups experiencing a cultural exchange (appropriation!) and especially those living close enough to intermarry will inevitably gain mutual understanding.  Unless, of course, you make an effort not to.

    Any group that does not actively resist becoming white, will become white

    “I can has culture?”

    There is a good example of a (((group))) that made an effort to keep itself separate and isolated from the larger society that it lived in, and it worked in maintaining otherness for a couple of millennia.  In the US, that’s rapidly changed.  I can’t speak for other parts of the country, but in Austin, people of Mexican descent are white.  So are Vietnamese, though the average gringo in Austin knows a lot fewer words of Vietnamese than they do Spanish.  I think this trend may be happening nationwide, as I’ve heard Jews and Asians referred to in the derpverse of reddit/twitter/tumblr as “Schrödinger’s POCs.”  About that term–POC, I absolutely loathe it.  It is as wrong as a term could possibly be.  It creates false connections where none exist and disregards those similarities that do.  Any mindset that can claim that my US-born and raised coworker of West Indian descent has less in common with me than he does with a subsistence yak farmer in Tibet is simply diseased.  It’s as insulting as telling a political lesbian that her sexuality is defined by her lack of desire for penis4.  I do understand why the term exists, though; it’s a deliberate attempt at destruction.  Everyone got their aluminum foil ready?  *takes a drink of water, inhales* Whiteness expands, since it’s just the ever-increasing understanding of one’s neighbors.  Capitalism expands because it works.  A certain worldview which has a penchant for red flags and brass ornaments equates both of these as hegemonic movements.   *Voice changes to O’Brien’s.*  Action needed to be taken to stop the cisheteropatriarchical  albumkyriarchcapitalistic5 forces.  Whiteness is a state of mutual understanding.  That needed to be broken.  So, break the culture.  Eliminate the canon.  Make sure that the only books that an entire generation has read is Harry Potter.  Make the educational system focus on literature that is recent, so there won’t be any intergenerational touchstones.  Ensure that the only common references available are from mass media, and ensure that you can determine what makes it into the mass media.  Emphasize differences.  Emphasize slights.  Emphasize hurts.  Let nothing pass unremarked, no aggression is too micro to not demand an apology for.  Make sure that apologies demand humiliation so that you may inspire resentment.  That’s the genius of POC.  Whiteness is a state of commonality.  POC is the definition of difference.  It’s an identity based on opposition to that idea of mutual understanding.   Prevent cultural exchange, make it a new sin, call it “appropriation.”  Abolish the word “normal.”  Everyone’s identity must be broken down to as many different axes of oppression as possible, for each axis is another attempt to demonstrate just how alien we are to each other, another potential fault line.  Eventually, the only thing that people should have in common is their subservience to the state.

    I can has grant monies nao?

    1 I do not actually expect this to happen.

    2 “You know who else didn’t consider Germans white?” may be the first time where the game cannot actually be answered.

    3 An alternate interpretation is that there is just a whoooole lot of inbreeding going on.

    4 Do not actually attempt to do this.  It will not go well.

    5 Fun fact:  randomly mashing on a keyboard generates leftist academic concepts.

     

     

  • Friday Morning Links

    Friday Morning Links

    Well it looks like the cold is starting to move out of here. Its already 40 degrees! Apparently they’ve named the winter storm now, which is retarded as shit, but whatever.  Good luck with Grayson, east-coasters.  It doesn’t look pleasant.  And remember, its all Donald Trump or the GOP in general to blame for not taking global warming seriously enough.

    Have fun with that!

    On America’s hardcourts, Wichita State won, Michigan State won, Arizona State lost, Arizona won, Cincinnati won, Ohio State won and Gonzaga won.  On the fields of Europe, Spurs drew with lowly West Ham, Barca drew Celta Vigo, and Real Madrid won big. On the frozen ponds, Carolina, Philly, Montreal, St Louis, MINNNNEEEESSSSOOOOOOOOODA, Colorado, Edmonton, Calgary, Phoenix and Dallas were your winners.

    No more sports, you say?  OK, fine.  Then here come…the links!

    An accurate depiction of the Clinton Foundation accounting

    Justice Dept launches new “pay-for-play” investigation of Hillary Clinton and Clinton Foundation from her days at the State Department. Let’s hope they actually do their job and make public what everybody knows anyway: that the Clinton’s entire enterprise was based on buying access and padding the pockets of the family who were “dead broke” when they left the White House but are rolling in dough just 16 years later.

    Al Gore quoting Michael Mann about why these recent cold snaps are the fault of man-made global warming would be hilarious if it weren’t so terrifying to know that those two grifters have had more influence on the world, and have caused more money to be diverted from legitimate power production programs to “green energy” scams in the third world, resulting in continued poverty, than they ever should have. Thanks, assholes.

    A man wants to get transferred to a women’s prison. Yeah, I bet he’s not alone and about every dude on his cell block wants to go with him. If he gets his transfer, I’m sure this will end well.

    The writers at the LA Times will begin voting today on whether or not to form a union.

    In their call to unionize, the LA Times Guild cited ballooning executive salaries, including a $15 million consulting contract that Tronc approved for one of Ferro’s other firms.

    “There’s a reason they’ve been fighting so hard against us,” guild members wrote. “They want a free hand to give us less and less.”

    So it looks like its as much about wealth envy as needing safeguards against mistreatment.  Well good luck to them! I hope they succeed and the owners get rid of them all.

    Kim looks to the south…and sees freedom

    North Korea has agreed to meet with South Korea officially for peace talks. Kim says its not about nukes but I find it hard to believe that his willingness to sit down at the negotiating table is a coincidence with someone finally standing up to his bullshit threats rather than giving away the farm and funding his regime in exchange for false promises.

    Iran protesters spotlight the nation’s shady dealings in the Syrian war. You know, the pallets of cash we sent them in order to buy the weapons Obama sent them through Libya. So I guess maybe we got some of that money back through some CIA front, but I doubt that happened either.

    Enjoy this.

    Take care and bundle up! And then have a good day and a great weekend!

  • Afternoon Links – No Cold Edition

    Afternoon Links – No Cold Edition

    OK, it’s cold. It will get colder tomorrow. But I am not going to complain about it. Nosiree! In fact, these links will be nothing but sunshine!

    Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun!
    • Consider visiting the warm and friendly islands!
    • It is always nice to see a friend offer a helping hand!
    • It is nice to see some friends get together for a fun time down at the pub.
    • Citizens of a great metropolis should be naught but delighted at their choice of public servant to lead them to a shiny new future!

    Isn’t it just a delightful day!