Well, not yet, but my closest gal pal is going to ring the doorbell any second.
OMWC is out of town attending some absolutely fascinating mandatory meetings on material they covered in third grade, so it’s the perfect time to have a “girls’ afternoon/night in.” We are both self-employed, so if we want to start drinking at 1500 on a Wednesday (or any other day), we can.
My spousal unit is also close with [REDACTED], who is a fellow scientist. I’ll say hi for you, dude! (Swiss, you know the woman of whom I speak, so if you wanna drop in, we’d both love to see you. Don’t forget the pizza for the pup. 😉 )
We are doing a really simple menu of Gruet Brut with snacks, then grilled vegetables and a couple kinds of panini on homemade bread, with some excellent red wine, then dark chocolate cookies with espresso gelato. Easy and perfect for summer.
All that to say, I am sorry you aren’t receiving links up to my usual standard, but, hey, you get that for which you pay!
“See now that I looks tasty,” Donald murmured to his reflection in the floor-length mirror. Hankering, gross, mystical, nude, he touched himself like Walt Whitman. “I is,” he grunted. “I is,” he grunted, ejaculated. The hat laughed; the hair screamed. Shrill jazz played in a nearby room, saxophone farting like a barge. Donald collapsed.
“My star,” Donald moaned. “Don’t take my star.”
“We won’t let them,” the hat said, perched on bust of Caesar.
“We won’t let them,” the hair said, rustling on his head like dry grass.
The record in the other room started over again, squealing and bleating and blat, blat, blatting, the lowing of lost cattle.
“What is love?” Donald asked from the floor.
“It’s, uh, a feeling, Donald.” the hair said. “A closeness you have with other people.”
“Love is sixteen milligrams of Dilaudid,” the hat said, his tongue thick with memory.
“A nameless whore,” Donald said, curling into a foetal ball. “A nameless whore you don’t have to pay.”
A trumpet, a trumpet, a trumpet screeching out.
“My star,” Donald moaned. “Don’t take my star.”
An enormous shadow passed by outside, darkening the room briefly. The hair shivered. Birds beat frantic wings against the window sill. The glass shattered and a dry wind poured in.
“Donald!” the hair shouted as the gale whip him around. “Donald, where are we going?”
“The press briefing room,” the hat said.
The record stopped, the wind stopped, and Donald held his breath in the oppressive silence.
“What is hell?” Donald whispered.
“Hell is the impossibility of reason,” the hat intoned.
“That’s from Platoon, asshole,” the hair said.
“Fine,” the hat snapped, “Then you tell the man what hell is.”
“Hell is a golf resort in New Jersey,” the hair said dolefully.
An animal keening rolled out over the resort, filing the greens and sand traps, the clubhouse and the 19th hole. There was nothing but holes now.
The halfway point of the (traditional) work week is here. Congratulations. And congratulations to the following teams for winning yesterday: The Nationals (game 1of a doubleheader), the Braves (game 2 of a doubleheader), Red Sox (who are closing in on 50 games above .500), the MINNESOOOOOOODA TWIIIIIINS, the St Louis Cardinals, the BIG RED MACHINE, the Tampa Bay Rays (while Baltimore closes in on 50 games BELOW .500), the Rangers, the Yankees, Padres, Cubs, Pirates, Phillies, Dodgers, Angels and World Champion Houston Astros. Well done, guys.
I’d also say “well done” to the following people. But being born is hardly an accomplishment. It just happens to you. But they did something to make them famous, so there is that. Anyway, the birthday list for today is: “Dr Bob” Smith, the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, genius physicist Paul Dirac, genius nuke scientist Ernest Lawrence, moviemaker Dino De Laurentiis, jump blues singer Jimmy Witherspoon, Soul musician Joe Tex, actor Dustin Hoffman, rocker Jay David, hockey player/politician Ken Dryden, sidekick Robin Quivers, guitarist Chris Foreman, tennis GOAT (arguably) Roger Federer, and a few other people. Jesus, what a lousy list.
Let’s see what happened on this date…
The baddest of badass motherfuckers
Ponce de Leon founded the first European settlement in Puerto Rico, Henry IV was excommunicated, Brigham Young was named head of the Mormon Church, Smith and Wesson patented the metal bullet cartridge, Corn Flakes were invented, Public Law 62-5 permanently set the number of Reps in the House at 435 and undermined the founders intent of a more representative democracy, Sgt York kills 20 Germans and captures 132 in one of the most badass moves in history, the 1st national march of the Ku Klux Klan (D-US) occurs in Washington with 200,000 people, Harry Truman signed the UN Charter, the Great Train Robbery took place, the Chicago White Sox played a game in shorts, and Pete Rose began a five month prison term for tax evasion. That was a little better, but still…meh.
OK, enough of that. On to…the links!
Winning. Probably. For a few months anyway.
Barring some shenanigans with provisional ballots and absentee votes yet to be counted, The GOP will hang on to OH-12 with a slim victory in the special election. The same two people will immediately begin campaigning for the November election that will establish who sits in the seat for the next two years. The Dom achieved a victory of sorts yesterday when he got the Libertarian candidate, who has the same last name, removed from the ballot because of one signature on his petition being from an ineligible person.
Is this Arab Spring 2.0? If so, let’s hope the current admin doesn’t ignore the people in Iran risking their lives to be free. And no, I don’t want us militarily involved, but at least acknowledging their desire for freedom from a shitty regime would be better than the crickets from the WH the last time this happened.
“Was that a speed bump or a taxpayer? LOL, as if I give a fuck!”
Chicago police are reaping what they’ve sown. Meanwhile, the mayor wants hundreds more of them running around town. Because, you know, $50 million a year on average in police misconduct settlements with zero convictions in the past decade isn’t enough.
I think it was MikeS who said, “What next, Omaha?” It took about 10 seconds to say, “Why not?” Well, for one thing, 10,000 Allied casualties on the first day, It wasn’t a small battle, and a lot of shit happened all at once, kind of like war, anyway…
I decided to work in 1/72 scale this time (a soldier is 1” high) due to the scale of battle, and I could get more men on the field that way. Next was deciding where I wanted to build. I chose a cliff that has a large bunker system full of artillery, and the Rangers are going to attack and scale the cliff, WooHoo! Uh, oh, how do you get there?
Higgins Boats: Built on a design from a Loosiana Swamp Boy, low draft and easy landing, they carry 15 troops, and are swampy as all get out, but they get the job done, of course, until the Germans open up on you. We will get to that….
Water: Yay! I get to spend a lot of time and money experimenting with surface water, you see, I need to have deep water, sunk/blown up Higgins Boats, and blood water up against the shore; mockups will be required.
Army Men!: I have 47/87 finished, and another 30 on deck, tedious is too simple a term for this tiny ass BS, but it’s cool. I’m trying for at least 500+ men, 9 or 10 landing craft, multiple Shermans, and a very busy landscape.
The Germans: I found a guy who 3D prints out various useful objects, very cool but he ships like a snail. We’ll go over the Germans next.
“No dear, your father isn’t a coke-head. He simply loves Hostess Donettes more than he loves his family.”
Once again, I have been asked to provide links on account of Brett being unavailable snorting lines of cocaine because you all just love the Spanish Shtick.
Technically, this happened in Spain, not Mexico, but it is certainly notable when others appropriate American culture.
Las autoridades de Santiago de Compostela, en el noroeste de España, calificaron como “una barbaridad y un atentado a la cultura” lo que se encontraron en la mañana de este lunes: alguien vandalizó una de las figuras que decoran el exterior de la catedral de la ciudad y la pintó como si fuera un integrante de la banda de hard rock KISS.
La imagen de la figura, que rápidamente corrió por redes sociales, causó conmoción dentro y fuera de la ciudad, declarada Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la Unesco.
The authorities of Santiago de Compostela, in the northwest of Spain, described as “an outrage and an attack on the culture” what they found on the morning of Monday: someone vandalized one of the figures that decorate the exterior of the cathedral of the city and painted it as if it were a member of the hard rock band KISS.
The image of the figure, which quickly ran through social networks, caused commotion inside and outside the city, declared a World Heritage Site by Unesco.
Si me contrató, el trabajo estaría hecho.
In case you wanted to see a video of the drone that apparently tried to kill Venezuelan Nicolás Maduro, CNN has not confirmed if this is authentic, but they went ahead and published it anyway…
El mandatario venezolano precisó que los autores materiales del suceso ocurrido este sábado están detenidos. “Han intentado asesinarme el día de hoy y no tengo duda de que todo apunta a la derecha, a la ultraderecha venezolana en alianza con la ultraderecha colombiana y que el nombre de Juan Manuel Santos está detrás de este atentado”, enfatizó el gobernante. Los hechos ocurrieron en Caracas durante el aniversario 81 de la Guardia Nacional Bolivariana.
The Venezuelan leader said that the material authors of the incident that occurred this Saturday are in custody. “They have tried to assassinate me today and I have no doubt that everything points to the right, to the Venezuelan ultra-right in alliance with the Colombian far right and that the name of Juan Manuel Santos is behind this attack,” the president emphasized. The events occurred in Caracas during the 81st anniversary of the Bolivarian National Guard.
A Colombian human trafficking baroness was arrested in Colombia. Normally I’m not going to say that you must click the link, but you might actually want to check this one out.
Una mujer colombiana apodada ‘Madame’ era presuntamente la cabecilla de una red de trata de menores en Cartagena de Indias que llegó a tener en su poder a 250 víctimas, muchas de ellas adolescentes de la comunidad afrodescendiente y venezolanas entre 14 y 17 años. Liliana del Carmen Campos Puello fue detenida el pasado domingo en la operación Vesta I liderada por la Fiscalía, descrita como el golpe más importante contra la prostitución que se haya realizado en Colombia.
El operativo ha puesto de relieve un problema que siempre a estado asociado con esta ciudad del Caribe colombiano, la más turística de la nación. La escena de un señor blanco rodeando con su mano la cintura de una chica negra mucho más joven que él por alguno de los parajes cartageneros más concurridos, como la Torre del Reloj o la Plaza de Coches, es una imagen habitual habitual que ilustra el problema del comercio sexual en la ciudad amurallada.
A Colombian woman nicknamed ‘Madame’ was presumably the leader of a trafficking network for minors in Cartagena de Indias that reached 250 victims, many of them teenagers from the Afro-descendant and Venezuelan community between 14 and 17 years old. Liliana del Carmen Campos Puello was arrested last Sunday in the operation Vesta I led by the Prosecutor’s Office, described as the most important blow against prostitution that has been made in Colombia.
The operation has highlighted a problem that has always been associated with this city of the Colombian Caribbean, the most tourist in the nation. The scene of a white gentleman encircling the waist of a black girl much younger than him by one of the most crowded places in Cartagena, such as the Clock Tower or the Plaza de Coches, is a common habitual image that illustrates the problem of the sex trade in the walled city
Being a libertarian can be tough. As our logo (I think of it as ours. The founders may be first among equals, but its the participation of the Glibertariat that makes this place amazing.) alludes to some of the misconceptions people have about libertarianism. The public discourse and the education complex don’t discuss the ideas that underlie the philosophy. So how do people arrive at it? I like hearing other people’s stories so I thought I’d share mine.
I grew up a poor black boy in…wait, no, I know the difference between shit and Shinola so that’s another guy. I did grow up in a rural area of N. Carolina and went to a Southern Baptist church. I suppose that had an impact on me. I started out a kid with not much appetite for authority, tons of questions about why, and intolerance for bullshit.
My favorite show was the Dukes of Hazzard. I think that had a big impact on me. I don’t know of any other show on TV that was so anti-authoritarian and so subversive while appearing to be nothing more than country kitsch. The authorities were corrupt, venal, petty and incompetent. Which almost made it a documentary. The Duke family were loving, fun, and had cool cars. And they never meant anyone any harm, even the corrupt government trying to destroy them. I didn’t realize for decades how formative that show was, but it set the stage later.
I grew older and more obstinate. The more I learned, the more questions I asked about why. And the more I realized that most of the authority figures in life didn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground, and either way couldn’t find it with both hands and a map. And with that realization, the more I began to question why they should be able to tell me what to do simply because they had managed to remain breathing. From there to questioning others in authority like politicians and cops wasn’t a huge leap and fortunately, around the time I was 11 I had an experience that helped me make the jump.
In the 5th grade the sad, pathetic nature of bureaucracy became crystal clear to me. We had an assistant principal that all the kids and parents adored. She truly was great with us kids; a good balance of discipline and love. When the principal announced his retirement due to health reasons a temporary principal was put in place while the school board decided on a permanent replacement. Full of nonsense about our form of government and a naive belief in the right of the people impacted to petition the government for redress I started a petition. I sent it around to kids and parents, asking for signatures supporting Mrs. Sandy (the asst. principal) for the principal position. The temp principal who had worked for the system longer and wanted it because of that, despite having spent years trying for a principal position without success, was not pleased. She went so far as to call me into her office for a dressing down and to demand I hand over my ‘stupid little petition’. This did not go well for her when I told my parents about our little meeting and her threats to suspend me if I didn’t comply.
My mom was something of a mama bear; if I was in the right she’d go to the mattresses for me. But woe betide my ass if I didn’t behave well. And the words, “This is bad enough your dad will handle it” struck a kind of liquid terror in my bowels on the few occasions I heard it. Dad was usually the less strict, so if he had to do the disciplining I knew I had seriously fucked up. Anyway, they both had my back and went up to the principal’s office the next morning and had a little come to Jesus meeting with the harridan. I am still not privy to the exact conversation, but she steered clear of me from then on out.
It was at the next school board meeting where I had that lesson about petty bureaucrats reinforced even harder and cemented my hatred of those pathetic types. The hiring of a permanent principal was on the list, I showed up with my petition and duly handed it in to the board. I was interviewed by the local newspaper for a front page story. And thus the lessons.
First, despite the petition having about 70% of the parents and students at the school signing on, Mrs. Sandy was passed over for the bitchy-bitch. The board accepted the petition, but they didn’t even look it over or read it. I mean, after all, what do the peasants and their children know about education?
Second, the news reporter got my quote wrong in the front page article the next day. They quoted an 11 year old wrong, changing the meaning of my words. I mean, this adult had one fucking job in a small town newspaper and they couldn’t even accurately write down what I said. That also made me pretty furious and long before the The Orange Cheeto turned the phrase around on them, cemented the idea of Fake News in my head and further stoked the fires of my skepticism.
By the time I hit college I’d had seven more years to shape my philosophy of politics and negative experiences of people in power. I labeled myself a conservative. But my religious indoctrination had also created a disgust with hypocrisy and a desire for clear, moral consistency so I often found myself at odds with certain conservative opinions. I’d also started reading Heinlein.
It is a little hard to articulate how big of an impact Heinlein’s novels had on me in regard to political thought. While it was never stated outright in that fashion, the NAP was there in his work, presented questions of moral agency, letting others live their lives as they see fit so long as they don’t offer your violence. (And the idea of non-monogamy, but that is a different post). It gave me a springboard to start looking for other works to help my burgeoning interest in a political ideology based on liberty and personal autonomy.
The final piece was a principled lefty prof, my adviser. In an age of ‘speech is violence’, no platforming, and all the rest of the Ctrl Left totalitarianism, it sounds odd that a lefty prof might recommend such kulaks and wreckers as HL Mencken, Rothbard, Milton Friedman, FA Hayek, and the like to a student discovering his politics seems unimaginable. But it happened. Because Mr. Collins was a liberal, but he was also a man who felt he had a duty to his students, and who took the goal of educating his students into thinking for themselves quite seriously.
I can’t claim I was completely reasoned into my thoughts on politics and libertarianism, but those are some of the sources that helped shape my thinking as I grew up. That’s how a corny country show from the ’80s, a petty bureaucrat, an incompetent reporter, a science fiction author, and a lefty professor helped me to develop my politics and outlook on life.
Well I’m starting to wonder if all the drama in baseball is gonna happen in the NL. We have about 50 games left in the regular season, and the closest divisional race in the AL is 4.5 games (AL West Astros up on the surging Athletics). Meanwhile, in the NL, the Cubs are enjoying the largest divisional lead at 1.5 games (over the Brewers) while the NL West is at 0.5 games (D-backs over Dodgers with the Rockies only 2 back) and the East its the Phillies 1 game up on the Braves. Not only that, the three division leaders are only 1.5 games apart from top to bottom for best record in the NL. And that has some implications as well. I’m not necessarily ready to pick the division winners in the NL, but if forced to make a call, I’s day I think Atlanta, Chicago and Los Angeles will end up pulling through, with Chicago ending up pulling away with the best record in the league.
And with that, yesterday’s winners were: Cleveland, NY (NL), Miami, NY (AL), Seattle, Chicago (NL) , Colorado, Arizona, Anaheim, and the World Champion Houston Astros. A full slate of games today. Let’s see if it tightens up those races any more than they already are.
South Africa says “hello”
Anybody born on this date? Well if so, you share it with: Hungarian serial killer Elizabeth Bathory, German spy Mata Hari, guitarist George Van Eps, pitcher Don Larsen, sci-fi author Richard L Tierney, radio personality and #metoo victim Garrison Keillor, deep-stater Robert Mueller, rocker Kerry Chater, musician Jacquie O’Sullivan, lovely actress Charlize Theron, and hockey star Sidney Crosby.
Its also the date on which Francis Drake returned to England after a year of kicking Spanish ass, Macbeth was performed for the first time, George Washington created the Purple Heart, the US created the Department of War and Lighthouse Services (which is probably now 6 different cabinet departments), Walter Johnson got his first, of 416!, wins, Jacquie Kennedy becomes first First Lady to give birth since the Cleveland admin (The baby dies three days later.), US Congress approves Gulf of Tonkin resolution, Barry Bonds broke Hank Aaron’s home run record and Operation Desert Shield began.
I’m sure Akron taxpayers feel the same way after getting the bill for your “philanthropy”
LeBron James is a hell of a philanthropist…with the money taken from the taxpayers of Akron. $8m a year is a pretty hefty bill for one school with a couple hundred kids in it. One wonders if perhaps a private school would be a better fit for someone’s “charity”. You know, like Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf have been doing for over a decade without any fanfare or public ass-kissing in Las Vegas. LeBron will be contributing around $2M a year when the school is at full capacity.
I wonder who’s next?
Apple, Youtube and Facebook delete all content posted by Alex Jones, citing “hate speech”. Conservatives bristle at the action as do any free speech advocates with a spine. The ACLU have remained silent, best as I can tell, what with all their energy going into the sanctuary cities defense and their efforts to follow France’s catcalling ban. You know, because free speech isn’t important anymore.
California really knows how to make use of those high taxes. You literally can’t get an appointment for a drivers license at the San Francisco DMV for the next three months. Meanwhile, the state’s former teachers and police officers are seeing record high pensions.
Missouri voters face an important vote today. I’m curious to see how the recent Supreme Court ruling sways people, if at all. Either way, this will be touted as a defining moment by whichever side wins.
Don’t blame me. Blame the lack of people banging on November nights several years ago.
I don’t have time to cook this week (or to write a long post) so I don’t have an “If I weren’t vegan…” post for you, so I thought I would do a quick roundup of vegan cookbooks. Over the coming weeks I’ll do these small roundups when I don’t have the time to do a long article for you.
Cookbooks
Vegan for Everybody By the folks at America’s Test Kitchen, Vegan for Everybody is one of those books I keep giving to people who say they want to go vegan, but aren’t sure how to do it. The tortilla soup recipe hits my craving for tortilla soup from Blue Corn Cafe in Santa Fe. Another favourite is Red Lentil Soup with North African Spices, by which they mean paprika, coriander, cumin, cinnamon, and ginger.
Simple Recipes for JoyIf you can get past the name, this is a really amazing cookbook. Written by Sharon Gannon, these recipes are largely drawn from the Jivamuktea Café she has co-owned in NYC since 1984. Recipes are plant based, and delicious. I haven’t made one dish from this cookbook that disappointed me. The maharani dal recipe is so good, and has the same comforting effect on me as sambar.
Vegans Know How to Party I have no idea how this book came into my life; it just appeared on my bookshelf one day, but it’s amazing, and the title cracks me up. This is the perfect book for the vegan who likes to host dinner parties, which isn’t me…I don’t like having people in my house, but it might be you.
On my cookbook wishlist:
Thug Kitchen: Eat Like You Give a Fuck Anyone who knows me personally knows that I love swearing and gangsta rap. Combined with vegan food, this cookbook looks perfect for me. Everyone I know who has this cookbook says it’s incredible and there isn’t one bad recipe.
Vegan Comfort ClassicsComfort food gone vegan. If there’s one thing I don’t do very well in the kitchen, it’s traditional American comfort food. It’s probably because most of my comfort foods are Indian, Thai, Japanese, or Middle Eastern, but sometimes I really want traditional comfort food like I grew up with. This cookbook has some promising reviews.
That’s it from me this week. See you all in the comments!
“I am the night… menu at Arby’s. Drive thru service only.”
Before too long, a reporter will become a direct casualty of the Trump era.
With the ever-present caveat that predictions are worthless: an American journalist is going to get murdered as a direct result of our current political climate. Hating reporters, of course, is nothing new. But neither is political assassination. Sometimes when you sense a storm rolling in, you realize that the sunny days you’d been enjoying were actually the exception, rather than the norm.
Here and there and everywhere, explicit violent threats against members of the media are on the rise. Most of these threats are bullshit, trash talk, empty venting by angry people who would never imagine doing anything in real life. But not all. As with all types of threats, some small percentage of them will be backed up by serious intent, and as the frequency of threats grows, so too does the likelihood that one or more of them becomes reality. This is all on top of the normal, latent threat level that accompanies a job in journalism—the sort of danger that accompanies any job that involves frequently and publicly criticizing, exposing, or embarrassing people. The Capital Gazette shootings earlier this year and the murder of TV reporter Alison Parker live on air were both examples of the regular kinds of risks that journalist face: angry, crazy readers or story subjects and a constant opportunity for a maniac to achieve instant publicity for a brutal act. That’s always there. Today, though, we have the whole “enemy of the people” thing. All the maniacs now have a hard-to-resist political motive. And, as always, they have lots of guns. Inevitably, someone will seize on both.
*The last I heard, Hamilton Nolan was still using male pronouns. If this is no longer the case, I apologize.
The Pacific Northwest is known for many things—its beer, its music, its mythical large-footed creatures. Most people don’t associate it with earthquakes, but they should. It’s home to the Cascadia megathrust fault that runs 600 miles from Northern California up to Vancouver Island in Canada, spanning several major metropolitan areas including Seattle and Portland, Oregon.
This geologic fault has been relatively quiet in recent memory. There haven’t been many widely felt quakes along the Cascadia megathrust, certainly nothing that would rival a catastrophic event like the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake along the active San Andreas in California. That doesn’t mean it will stay quiet, though. Scientists know it has the potential for large earthquakes—as big as magnitude 9.
Geophysicists have known for over a decade that not all portions of the Cascadia megathrust fault behave the same. The northern and southern sections are much more seismically active than the central section—with frequent small earthquakes and ground deformations that residents don’t often notice. But why do these variations exist and what gives rise to them?
John Miller of Moorhead, Minnesota, wants to eat all the chicken strip baskets.
From a pure technical standpoint, they are the cleavage of the chicken.
Miller is the author of the Thrills With JMills blog, where he has thus far reviewed more than 20 chicken strip baskets served around the Fargo-Moorhead metropolitan area.
“Chicken strips are a universal language,” Miller tells news station WDAY. “I am a man of the people; chicken strips are the food of the people.”
This deep-fried populism carries imbues his reviews. In a recent review of Old Broadway’s chicken strip basket, Mills writes: “For the most part, I enjoy simple pleasures. …That’s what the OB offers. Affordable, solid bar food. The chicken strip basket has simple elements that just taste good. It’s nothing to write home about, but I won’t complain about it.”
His criteria for judging chicken strip baskets are simple and straight-forward: “The aspects of the basket that influence the review are the chicken strips (duh), fries and ranch. Extras such as toast are greatly appreciated, but will not be taken into consideration to maintain a level playing field.”
He’s not afraid to dish out criticism when the strips fall short; of a recent chicken-strip order at Sonic, Mills writes: “It had an acceptable crispinessbut didn’t seem to be that great of quality. They just didn’t taste that good.”
In January, when CBS announced that it was reviving Murphy Brown, we noted that the show would be modernizing its investigative journalist action with some bleeding-edge timeliness, as Candice Bergen’s eponymous Murphy Brown would be entering a world of “fake news,” Fox News (called “Wolf Network” in the Murphy-verse), and general attacks on the media. Speaking at a Television Critics Association event today, Murphy Brown executive producer Diane English noted that the revived show would have an episode inspired by #MeToo. “It’s a powerful movement,” English said, adding, “we wanted to do it justice, and the episode title is ‘#MurphyToo.’”
I’m sure that 30 minutes hectoring coming out of Candice Bergen’s 72-year-old face in 4K HD–interspersed with ads for bladder leak underwear and Vagasil–will be warmly embraced by an America hungry for a thoroughly non-erotic scolding.
No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. – Decebalus, king of Dacia
But Pie! Thought experiments are dumb! you will say… Well possibly, but they can be vaguely useful and I was always particularly fond of this one, as it was somewhat foundational for my views back in the day. So this is about The Desert Island. It is my attempt to see if this though experiment is or can be made useful as a tool to talk to non-libertarians about certain fundamentals. I will give my own interpretation, open to corrections, addenda and whatnot.
The thought experiment I would say is one on individual rights. Humans, after birth, sign a contract and get to live in a society of sorts. Due to all these messy social interactions, it is sometimes hard to see the border between individual and group – everyone who has been in a 6+ people orgy knows this. The point of this experiment is to simply isolate an individual from the rest and analyze.
So the way this goes, let’s say someone lives alone on an island. In this case there are no constraints on behavior outside of nature –gravity still gravitates. If you build that, you got it, if not, you don’t. If you brought with you your book and record (mixed tape whatever), and no one takes them they are yours to keep. Otherwise do without. Of course, as you don’t have electricity you cannot listen to the music anyway, but if you could, it could be real loud, no one would complain. You can yell obscenities or vocally support Trump – freedom of speech would be quite absolute-, worship whatever interesting rock you see on the island or the local volcano or lightning or some weird notion of an transcendent god.
Basically live as you choose in the limits of you possibilities and possessions, as long as no other human acts against you. Life, liberty and the pursuit of coconuts one might say. In this scenario there are no obligations to others, nor from others to you. No right to things not produced, by the simple fact that there are none available, but absolute right to those you have or make.
Such a human is free from aggression, as there is no one to initiate it. The only issue may be if his island is truly his – that is if he paid the required single land tax. So I consider these a sort of tire 1 rights, purely individual.
Off course, if any of us were in this situation, sometimes we would feel we’re gonna break down and cry, nowhere to go, nothing to do with our time … lonely, so lonely, living on our own. Anyway… In the end coconut oil only gets you so far. So people seek other people. And this is where the average no libertarian will tell you the experiment is useless and there is no point to it, not even making loneliness and lubricant jokes. But I disagree, I fell it helps to see the lone individual in itself. So let us say each human is an island – metaphorically speaking off course.
Let’s say there are other islands all around – with other people. And you can meet them, shoot the shit, trade some, talk, you can even show them your coconuts. Off course, they may be selfish bastards and not want to do all hose things with you. And here is where the philosophy part kicks in. The essence of libertarianism is that those tire 1 rights – the ones the humans have in themselves, as individuals, absent all others – should be preserved in the presence of other people, society if you will. Furthermore these should form the basis of social organization, as unobstructed as possible. The other philosophies of the world beg to differ.
Humans under a certain level of wealth do not live each alone on his island, there simply are not enough islands to go around. So I am going to switch metaphors in the middle of the text … hmmm… people are boats, that works. And boats on the water can run into each other. Some at this point would tell libertarians absolute freedom liberty cannot exist. As if libertarians do not know this… It is implied liberty for all that you cannot be at liberty to infringe upon others’, as my liberty to swing my oar ends at the tip of your boat. So societies create various rules in order to solve or prevent conflict – either codified into legislation or as unwritten rules of society – manners and morality. The purpose of these rules is in much debate by various ideologies. From a libertarian standpoint, the goal is to preserve liberty as much as possible and to minimize infringement of individual rights – defined as rights of individual absent the group.
Life liberty and the pursuit of coconuts
On various levels the conflict is true of a society as a whole, as it is of people living together in the same home or friends going together to a restaurant. You can no longer do anything you want, you have to take into account others and compromise, even if you may end up in a place serving Hawaiian deep dish. Although, to be sure, all people have some limits to the amount of freedom they are willing to give up. So most ideologies at least vaguely pretend to care about some level of individual rights and liberty, because it does not sound good not to. Off course they mostly lack any clear definition of these rights, which end up being whatever someone likes at a given time.
Which aspects of life are the business of the individual alone, which of the group or family, which of society, and which of government institutions if such institutions exist is the main question of politics. Or, in other words, where the line is drawn – over this line government and/or others do not cross, do not interfere. And this is where such a thought experiment can be useful, although not sufficient.
So this thought experiment got us nowhere in the end, beyond presenting the idea that a human can be seen as a thing in itself, outside society. Isn’t this just preaching to the choir round these parts? Well, maybe, but still. A blog needs posts, does it not? So I dunno, comment or don’t, as is your right