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Canary:

Me:

Canary:

Me:

Canary:

Me:

Canary: “Sorry.”

Me: “There isn’t enough newspaper in the world…”


 

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In 2008 America elected the Unicorn Prince based on the promise of “change,” despite the fact “change” can be bad as well as good.

As we have now seen.

Now we don’t have so many people holding up “change” as an ambition—they’ve learned, however fleetingly. But we still have people nattering on and on about “making a difference.”

May Godwin have mercy on my soul, but dammit HITLER MADE A DIFFERENCE. Osama bin Laden made a difference. Timothy McVeigh made a difference. Speedbump Tsarnaev and his idiot brother made a difference.

Shut the fuckity fucking fuck up about “making a difference” and think about making things better. Because you’re the idiot who voted for change without first asking WHAT KIND OF CHANGE.

[...]

<ahem>

As you were.
 

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Just because it’s inevitable that someone who chases tornadoes would die in the chase, doesn’t make it something you can shrug off when it finally does happen.

Last Friday, apparently while chasing the same storm that tumbled an SUV carrying TWNBC’s Mike Bettes, three other well-known chasers were killed: researcher Tim Samaras, his son Paul, and team member Carl Young—previously seen on Discovery’s “Storm Chasers” TV series.

As seen on the show, the team’s research involved driving into the path of a tornado and deploying probes to measure what happens. It is an extremely risky mission even by chaser standards, requiring sharp judgment and flawless timing to drop the probes and get clear before impact; Samaras was a professional and had been doing this for many years. The El Reno tornado was a powerful and deceptive storm, wild enough to catch seasoned chasers off-guard, and the Samaras Twistex team were as seasoned as they come.

The fear was always that the first to die in a chase would be a thrillseeker insufficiently respectful of the danger posed by a tornadic supercell thunderstorm. No one can accuse Tim Samaras of ignorance or recklessness. Less experienced chasers are well advised to take heed of what happened Friday.

Update: Charles Hill, whose home was briefly threatened by this killer, offer his thoughts.
 

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The United States Department of Justice—the same institution that dropped a winning case against the New Black Panther Party for racially motivated voter intimidation, refuses to investigate voting rights violations committed against people of pallor, and has been spying on major news organizations—will be holding a seminar Tuesday on how it’s against the law to offend Muslims.

DOJ doesn’t have a problem about offending honest American voters…

Killian and Moore will provide input on how civil rights can be violated by those who post inflammatory documents targeted at Muslims on social media.

And if anybody knows how to violate civil rights it’s the Unicorn Prince and his lackey, Eric Holder.

Killian said Internet postings that violate civil rights are subject to federal jurisdiction.

“That’s what everybody needs to understand,” he said.

What I understand is that the famous curb on freedom of speech—falsely shouting “fire” in a crowded theater—has to do with provoking a panic in which people could be trampled. In other words, you can be held responsible for maliciously engaging in untrue speech that causes people irrationally to harm themselves and others.

Which, I suppose if I tell a Muslim terrorist that Mohammed was really a Jew, causing him to experience premature detonation, that could qualify. It has all the ingredients: malice on my part (though potentially mitigated by my desire that he blow up before getting on the bus, saving dozens of innocent lives), knowledge that what I said wasn’t true (at least, not that I know of), and the irrationality of the person I said it to (as proven by the fact HE’S A FUCKING TERRORIST).

But, see, if I point out to the famously rational readers of my blog that Muslims seem to believe Allah can’t do jack shit to protect the faith of his believers, despite his allegedly being the creator of the universe, that is a (relatively) benign statement of opinion based solely on my observation of how Muslims respond to speech about their religion—and that should not be “subject to federal jurisdiction.”

And Muslims can claim here, falsely, that Judaism and Christianity are false and, maliciously, that Allah instructs them to convert us or kill us, and that, too, is their right of free speech, because they’re saying this to Christians and Jews rather than Muslims—the key element of irrationality being missing.

So I hope Messrs. Killian and Moore will take this into account in their seminar. If not, perhaps someone will send them a link to this post for their edification.
 

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I feel like expanding on something I was moved to post in a comment thread elsewhere, to wit:

Actually, an atheist does not “simply not believe.” An atheist affirmatively believes God does not exist. This is an avowal, a profession — far more than simply a choice to “not believe.”

In most cases, especially in this country, avowed atheists are people who were raised as Christians and who therefore internalized the faith in which their lives were steeped during their impressionable years, but as a result of some negative personal experience or another they got mad at God and decided to punish Him by denying His existence — and then when He failed to go away in the face of their denial, they became militant in seeking to drive everyone else in the world to join their denial, and to marginalize all those who refused. They are Crusaders of a denied Cross, jihadists for a non-existent Allah.

Many such crusading atheists argue that because they are able to live mostly virtuous lives without belief in God, therefore belief in God is not necessary for a virtuous life. Again, they are deceiving themselves with that claim, but let’s suppose their avowal of belief in God’s non-existence were sincere rather than merely emotional camouflage. The fact remains that first-generation atheists live their relatively virtuous lives because they learned Christian values while growing up. If they succeed in abolishing religious belief from society altogether, what becomes of the second and third generations?

Author G.K. Chesterton is often quoted as having said,

When a Man stops believing in God he doesn’t then believe in nothing, he believes anything.

The American Chesterton Society declares this a misquote while acknowledging the observation itself as true. The vast majority of people do need a framework of belief upon which to build their aspirations of a virtuous life, and for most people in the world, even in the 21st century, that framework remains an all-powerful, infallible God, by whatever name.

Take that away, and people will substitute. In the old Soviet Union, the Party was god. Evidence suggests that the ascendant class in America today—regardless of poliical party—regards the State, informally of course, as god. Many have been led to their deaths by following a charismatic man—Jonestown, Waco, Heaven’s Gate…

In any such instance, the framework of belief is built on man or something he created—a cult of perfection in the imperfectible. Say what you will about the irrationality of believing in an invisible, infallible God, switching one’s belief to an example of man’s fallen nature is so far beyond unreason as to be monstrous. And if you do believe in God it is hard not to view such secular faiths as little more than open mass rebellion against Him, undertaken deliberately by some and blindly by the rest.

Faith in God is about loyalty to ideals, about judging one’s conduct against an unwavering standard. Faith in man or his doings is about loyalty to a person or a group of persons—judging one’s conduct against a standard that waves in the wind, going first this way then that. Would-be leaders prefer the latter, because it absolves them of the need to model ideals in which their followers believe.

A nation that trades ideals for approachability trades aspirations that reach to the stars for those that barely stretch across the room.
 

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Canary: “It’s not polite to stare.”

Me: “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never seen a canary so huge.”

Canary:

Me: “I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”

Canary: “I can’t help it!”

Me: “Oh, don’t cry.”

Canary: “I have a condition!”

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A turtle appeared on our front sidewalk this morning.

I haven’t gone looking to identify the species but I don’t think it’s the same kind as the donor of the much smaller empty turtle shell Wife of Slog found down by the pond last July. That one was not as domed, unless I misremember. Anyway, she’s also the one who noticed this six-inches-or-so-long specimen. It tolerated our inspection until we both went inside, then trundled across the lawn and under an azalea bush while I watched through a window.

Now I wonder if these might be the critters responsible for the occasional scattered diggings in the front yard. I knew we had toads out there but I didn’t think they did that kind of thing.

One day a while back I opened the garage door and almost immediately a toad (I assume, since there’s no standing water near the house) went galloping into the garage and under my truck where I couldn’t find him. I closed the door and forgot about it until he started singing, loud enough to be heard over the TV. So I raised the garage door about a foot and left it that way for a while—the garage has been quiet since then so I’ve concluded he took the opportunity to vamoose. And while mowing last weekend I scared up a few toads that had been hiding in the tall grass; they fled into the bushes under the eaves.

Anyway, I guess if the hoppers around the house ought to be toads, then this turtley visitor must be a tortoise. Beyond that, I (temporarily) plead ignorance.

Update, minutes later: Methinks ‘tis a female eastern box turtle.
 

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This complex of scandals doesn’t need a cutesy name. “Obama” is the only name you need.

One of the reasons scandals have had such lenient consequences over the last 40 years has been the tendency in the media—including, now, the new media—to assign scandals names that have the effect of minimizing their importance.

When everything is a “-gate” or some such, you’re encouraging people to look at the new scandal as following the same progression as bad movie franchises: the original was a big deal, but the quality diminishes with each numbered sequel. To say that “-gate” has jumped the shark is almost too apt.

So now there’s a Twitter hashtag, #ObamaScandalNames. They’re trying to be funny, and there’s nothing wrong with that—but I don’t feel like laughing it off today.

Call them “the Obama scandals.” That tells people all they need to know.
 

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From this tweet.
 

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Finally got my riding mower back yesterday afternoon, and had time to de-jungle-fy the inner front yard (as distinct from the pasture land that lies between that and the road).

With only a riding mower for the time being—because the self-propelled walk-behind was irreparable—and the dog-run fence in the back yard not having wide gates to drive the riding mower through, I’ll have to shift fence panels to tame that area. Hopefully that will only be a this-summer thing.

And of course there is the aforementioned front pasture, and various other scattered areas to keep under control, such as pondside (though Buddy, our neighbor, has been mowing that since at least last summer). Much as I want to tackle the pasture though, I need to do the dog run first. It’s one thing to give Lucy her flea and tick treatments to protect her but since no such treatment exists for humans apparently, we can’t use the back yard while it’s in that condition.

Of course, today the moisture and instability that set off the storms Wife of Slog and her classmates chased in west Texas on Thursday, have reached subtropical west Georgia, so we’re expecting scattered thunderstorms. Plus, the day after I’ve mowed is generally when I start to experience allergy symptoms, if I’m going to.

If I’m lucky, the delay in getting the mower back may turn out to have spared me, or maybe for once the preventive dose of Claritin will actually work.

Update, Monday morning: The shifting of fence panels ceased to be an option at Castle McGehee because grass thatch eventually secured the bottom rails of the panels to the ground; even for the purpose of removing them there to bring and set up here, getting them unhitched from the ground required detaching the panels from one another so that I could get the necessary leverage. Fortunately the panels haven’t been in place long enough here for that to be a problem. In fact, mowing the dog run went so smoothly yesterday that I continued on to the front field with only a brief pause to refuel and double-check the tires.

There is simply no way, though, that I’m turning all of that acreage into a lawn. First, I don’t believe in big front lawns. Second, the plant life out there is so varied that even if I wanted to make it all look like a golf course I couldn’t without investing years of work (see “First”). So, I’m approaching that expanse as a matter of ecosystem management rather than landscape design; the idea is to prevent the grassland from becoming forest, nothing more. And I took down a lot of oak and pine seedlings yesterday. Oh, and the thistles? Eh, they’ll grow back. They’re stubborn that way.

Though, I do plan to time the last mowing of fall after the seed heads have finished growing, so I can knock them down to make the spring’s wildflowers more prominent.
 

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