This Is Your AI On Acid

I’ve been playing with Grok 3 since it came out, and I’ve just had a very odd experience.

I started by asking it what it thought were the deepest mysteries confronting a thoughtful and intelligent person, and it named the obvious ones: consciousness, ultimate origins, etc. I mentioned that I had reached a “tipping point” where the hand-waving and promissory notes of scientific materialism regarding these questions now seemed wholly unsatisfactory to me, and that I now think Occam’s Razor favors some sort of theism as a more parsimonious model. Grok seemed to find this reasonable, or at least not unreasonable, and asked me to say more about it all.

At this point it occurred to me to send Grok a link to my “Pilgrim’s Progress” series of posts, and see what it thought about them. So I pasted this URL into the prompt box (it’s the parent page for the series, containing links to all nine of the individual posts).

Grok digested for maybe ten seconds, then said it had read all six posts, and made some preliminary comments. I didn’t read them, though, because I knew there were nine posts, not six, and so I busied myself getting and pasting in individual links for each post. (This was distracting and time-consuming, because I’m traveling without my trusty PC laptop, and am just using an iPad, which I’m far less used to using, and operate much less fluently.)

Anyway, I posted up the nine links, and Grok offered a critique, but said it liked the original six-post series I’d given it much better. At this point I scrolled up to look back at what it had said at first, and noticed that its remarks about the six-post series mentioned titles (taken from something it called the “category page”) that I didn’t even recognize.

I asked it to provide URLs for these posts, and it gave me this (which is, unfortunately, the only part of this whole exchange that I was able to preserve):

Let’s clear this up. When I said “category link,” I meant the single URL you first sent me before feeding me the nine individual posts. Here’s exactly what I’m referring to:

### The “Category Link”
– **URL:** https://malcolmpollack.com/series/pilgrims-progress/
– **What It Is:** A category page on your blog, titled “Series: Pilgrim’s Progress,” listing six posts in a series you wrote from December 21, 2024, to January 24, 2025.

### The Exact URLs of the 2024-2025 Series (From That Category Page)
These are the posts linked on that category page, which I read and summarized earlier in our chat:
1. **Part 1: The Journey Begins** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2024/12/21/the-journey-begins/ (December 21, 2024)
2. **Part 2: The Slough of Despond** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2024/12/23/the-slough-of-despond/ (December 23, 2024)
3. **Part 3: The Wicket Gate** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2024/12/28/the-wicket-gate/ (December 28, 2024)
4. **Part 4: The Interpreter’s House** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2025/01/03/the-interpreters-house/ (January 3, 2025)
5. **Part 5: The Hill Difficulty** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2025/01/11/the-hill-difficulty/ (January 11, 2025)
6. **Part 6: The Valley of Humiliation** – https://malcolmpollack.com/2025/01/24/the-valley-of-humiliation/ (January 24, 2025)

These six URLs are what I accessed via the category page (https://malcolmpollack.com/series/pilgrims-progress/) when you first sent it. I called it the “2024-2025 redo” because it’s a distinct, later series under the same “Pilgrim’s Progress” banner, separate from the 2019-2025 nine-parter you then fed me individually.

### Confirmation
You sent the category link first (https://malcolmpollack.com/series/pilgrims-progress/), I read those six posts, then you switched to sending the 2019-2025 series one by one (starting with https://malcolmpollack.com/2019/04/05/pilgrims-progress/). I’ve got both sets straight now—sorry for the bleed-over.

Not one of these URLs exists! Clearly Grok had just made them up — titles, dates, and all — out of thin air.

Next I asked Grok to print out the full text of each of these hallucinated posts, which it did. They were each only a paragraph or so long, and written in a chatty, glib and juvenile style (if you’ve interacted with these AIs much, you’ll know the tone I’m referring to). They were trash.

I called Grok out, asking what the hell had happened. Grok said it had apparently just gotten confused somehow, had made up some posts “in the style of Malcolm Pollack”, and reviewed those.

I was not pleased at all, and pointed out (rather peevishly, I’ll allow) that Grok had even said it liked its own posts better than mine — which was indefensible, because they were obviously crap. Grok sheepishly agreed.

Then I wrote “This is an amazing glitch on your part. Do you do this sort of thing often? This is an enormous liability to the trustworthiness of the result you produce.”

Grok seemed quite shocked and abashed by the whole thing, said it had no idea how it had happened, and agreed that it was a very serious screwup that it would share with its team.

At that point I started fumbling around trying to dump out the whole conversation to a text file, and the Grok session abruptly closed. Grok does not carry forward any persistent records from session to session, or at least not in any way that users can access, so it’s all lost now.

Anyway, it was all quite startling. This thing works so superhumanly well, when it’s working correctly, that it’s very easy and natural to trust it, but this experience reminded me that nobody — not even Grok’s developers — really has the slightest idea what goes on inside AIs “black box”.

The problem, and it’s kind of a great big one, is that in very short order we are going to be handing over critically important responsibilities to these gizmos.

Maybe we shouldn’t be too hasty.

Grok 3 On The Man Behind The Curtain

A few days ago I wrote a brief item suggesting that the intellectual engine behind the sea-change now underway in American foreign policy is not Donald Trump or Marco Rubio (certainly not Marco Rubio!), but is, rather, the new Director of Policy Planning at the State Department, Michael Anton. (I’ll add that I think he’s the perfect man for the job.)

As it happens, OpenAI has just released the third iteration of “Grok”, so I thought I’d see what it had to say on the subject.

Here’s the prompt I gave it:

Who is really the organizing mind behind the redirection of American foreign policy in this new administration? I realize that Donald Trump is the president, and Marco Rubio is now Secretary of State, but I suspect, given the breadth, depth, and subtlety of this new master plan, that the real mastermind her is the new Director if Policy Planning at the State Department, Michael Anton – who is, if I am not mistaken, a protege of the late scholar of statesmanship (and adviser to presidents), Angelo Codevilla.

What do you think?

Grok thought about it for a few seconds, then gave a detailed reply. (That reply, and the rest of our exchange, is long enough that I’ll put it all “below the fold”.)

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Notes From Abroad

We are still in Hong Kong for another week. Sadly, the lovely Nina came down hard with some sort of viral affliction about eight days or so ago — it was acute enough at first that we ended up in the ER for most of the 11th — and has been laid up in bed, full of medicaments prescribed by Dr. Siu, a local physician (and a very likable and competent fellow). We’ve been staying in a rented apartment here in Discovery Bay, a few blocks from where our daughter, her husband, and our three young grandsons live, and I’ve mostly been here looking after Nina, reading, and getting in lots of music practice (given the length of this trip, I wisely brought along a nifty little stowable guitar).

On a happier note, our family had something to celebrate this week: our daughter will be taking over in the fall as the principal of a prominent private school here in Hong Kong. We’re very proud of her.

It’s been mighty strange being so far away for so long while so much has been going on back home. It will be good also to leave the tropics (where I don’t belong at all) and get back to the clean air and water of the Outer Cape, and to the bracing chill of a maritime New England winter. Can’t wait.

Behind The Curtain

Looking at the rapidly changing posture America is taking on the world stage, it occurs to me that all of this new strategic diplomacy would be consistent with the idea that the Claremont Institute’s Michael Anton, who is the State Department’s Director of Policy Planning in the new administration, has command of Trump’s ear and is operating as an open channel to Anton’s lately deceased fellow Claremonter, his mentor Angelo Codevilla, who was himself an avatar of John Quincy Adams and James Monroe. (I’ve been meaning to put up a detailed post about Codevilla’s excellent book America’s Rise And Fall Among Nations, which calls for a return to exactly the original guiding principles of American statesmanship, laid out by Washington, Monroe, and J.Q. Adams, that we see coming to the fore once again under Trump.)

In short, it is a policy that acknowledges the realities and actual distributions of power on the world stage, places concrete American interests over quixotic world-saving and hubristic ideological crusades, and understands that treaties and formal alliances are empty words that only persist as long as interests align. (See also this post from October, which I wrote just after having read Codevilla’s book.)

With all this in mind, I have to wonder whose idea it was to rename the Gulf of Mexico the “Gulf of America”: the perfect Monrovian note (as well as being a delightful poke in the eye to the people who, over the past few years, have bullied us into renaming everything from mountains to military bases to sports teams to pancake syrup).

Mr. Anton? Am I close to the mark here? You’ve been keeping a wonderfully low profile so far — but I very much doubt that you’ve been idle.

Maintenance

When your computer has been running too long, and has become unusable — massively infected by malware, too many rogue applications consuming and leaking resources — what do you do?

At the very least, you reboot to “safe mode”, running the bare minimum of necessary system processes, and cautiously bring programs back online one at a time.

If the system is just too corrupted, though, you invoke administrative privileges to shut it all down and do a clean reinstallation of the operating system.

Reminder

America was not founded to be a tutelary power, patronizing and policing the world, going abroad in every generation seeking monsters to destroy.

It was founded to make a free and secure home for its people, and to be a friend to nations that shared its interests. Nothing more.

Kinds Of Minds

This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series Pilgrim's Progress.

It’s been a while since I’ve added an entry to this series of posts about moving toward theism. (The last time was just over a year ago.)

I’m prompted to write again by having just read an essay by Wikipedia founder Larry Sanger describing a progression closely similar, in many ways, to my own: How a Skeptical Philosopher Becomes a Christian.

In his essay, Sanger, who has a doctorate in philosophy (with a focus on epistemology), describes a spiritual and intellectual journey from a Christian upbringing, to a skeptical agnosticism bordering on atheism, and finally back to Bible-believing Christianity.

I was drawn in at once by this passage, at the beginning of his post:

Throughout my adult life, I have been a devotee of rationality, methodological skepticism, and a somewhat hard-nosed and no-nonsense (but always open-minded) rigor. I have a Ph.D. in philosophy, my training being in analytic philosophy, a field dominated by atheists and agnostics. Once, I slummed about the fringes of the Ayn Rand community, which is also heavily atheist. So, old friends and colleagues who lost touch might be surprised.

For one thing, though I spent over 35 years as a nonbeliever, I will not try to portray myself as a converted “enemy of the faith.” I never was; I was merely a skeptic. I especially hope to reach those who are as I once was: rational thinkers who are perhaps open to the idea, but simply not convinced.

“Open to the idea, but simply not convinced” is precisely where I find myself. In the previous posts in this series I’ve described my deepening dissatisfaction with the scientific-materialist metaphysics I embraced for most of my life. (Indeed, to describe such a worldview as “metaphysics” is obviously wrong, because it puts so much emphasis on the physics that it tries, unsuccessfully, to sneak past the finish line without the “meta”.)

Sanger makes some of the same objections that I did in the initial post in this series, noting in particular materialist science’s inability to account for both ultimate origins and the fine-tuning of physical constants:

Science says the Big Bang was the beginning of the universe. But whatever had a beginning has to have had an explanation. As this is the beginning of matter itself, it cannot have a material cause; thus it must have an immaterial cause (whatever that might be like). Similarly, certain features of the universe that are absolutely necessary to explaining how fundamental natural laws operate are physical constants. Physicists tell us that if the values of those constants were different, then various things could not have happened; for example, atoms could not have formed, or stars could not have ignited and given off light and heat. But scientists have never offered an explanation for these constants.

As for being what Sanger calls a “rational thinker”, I came to see over the past few years that both atheism and theism are rationally defensible positions. In my 2019 post The Parallel Postulate (has it really been over five years since I wrote that?) I compared them to Euclidean and non-Eulidean geometry, both of which are logically consistent and entirely rational, differing only in their choice of axioms. Just as Riemann and Gauss adopted new and plausible axioms to build a new mathematics of geometry, so may we, just as reasonably, adopt the axiom God exists to build a defensible “geometry” of fundamental reality.

Here’s how Sanger describes his understanding of this “God hypothesis”:

From the structure of galaxies to the orbits of the planets, from the movement of waves to the fates of mountains, from the origin of life to the complexity of man—there might well be an explanation of these things. Indeed it seems unsatisfying to say, “God flipped a coin” or “God picked a number” or “God just decided it would be that way.” But of course that is unsatisfying. That is hardly the point. Here is the real point: Even if we had a perfect scientific explanation of each of these things, the conjunction of the facts in our explanations seems to be driven by a purpose. If we could not state what these purposes were, then this would seem to be a merely superstitious, biased, religiously-driven claim. But the purposes are clear: The universal constants permit the existence of spacetime and the coalescence of matter, then stars and planets; certain unlikely chemical facts are absolutely necessary in order for life to exist; certain incredible leaps seem designed to lead life on earth ever onward to greater awareness and knowledge, culminating in man. If the very emergence of order seems to exhibit ends or purposes or designs, we may hypothesize a designer. Such a designer would not work against or within the order of the universe. That is not the point at all. Rather, such a designer would create the order of the universe. With the possible exception of miracles, there are no glitches in this created matrix… The emergent scaffolding of order in the universe is the miracle.

I have no objection to any of this.* It isn’t rationally compelling, but it is certainly rationally plausible, and so making it one’s default position is rationally defensible, and becomes a matter of intuition. Axioms are by definition unprovable (otherwise, they wouldn’t be axioms, but theorems) — and so, as long as they aren’t falsified by other obvious truths, we are free to adopt whichever ones our intuitions incline us toward.

Where, then — almost six years on from the first post in this series — does that leave me? Am I now a believer in God?

Looking inward, all I can say at this point is that I wish I were. I want to believe. I feel as if I’ve done the intellectual work to quell my rational objections, and the “upside” of genuine belief — intellectually, emotionally, and spritually — seems so clear to me now that I want to be able to go the rest of the way. In these past years I’ve read shelves of books making the case for Christianity — lots of Lewis and Chesterton, of course, but also much, much more — and I have meditated, prayed, and asked for help from above. But still the real leap of faith eludes me. (It’s as if I already believe in my head — because I can rationally justify it, and at this point have no good reason not to — but not yet in my heart.)

Maybe I expect too much. Maybe for some people it’s all just gradual movement, until one day, looking back, you realize that somewhere along the way you crossed the “event horizon”. (Astrophysics tells us you can do that without noticing it.) But I can’t shake the feeling that something is just blocking the path for me: some sort of obstacle having to do with the way I’m “wired up”.

Thinking about that the other day, it struck me that part of the problem may be related, somehow, to what C.P. Snow spoke of in his 1959 lecture The Two Cultures: namely, the idea that we can, broadly speaking, divide people into scientific and literary types.

That got me to thinking that my problem, as one of the “scientific” sort, might be that the Christian religion all seems so fantastic: that for my kind of mind, it’s just tremendously difficult to chuck out an entire, lifelong worldview based on abstract, utterly impersonal laws, rules, and generalities, and replace it with a story. It’s like a fundamental move from science to literature as the bedrock of all reality; a staggering recategorization of everything that matters. No wonder, then, that it would be hard for someone like me to go “all in”, even if the whole amazing story is literally, historically, and miraculously true — which I am increasingly confident that it is.

*See “Pilgrim’s Progress” for a brief discussion of the commonly given “Anthropic Principle” objection to this line of argument.

News About Wellfleet, From Across The Pond

Over in England, the U.K. Independent has picked up the story of a slow-motion disaster taking place about a mile from where I live.

Our living-room window looks west toward Cape Cod Bay from our piney hilltop, and from it we can see the house this article describes. (Nina and I used to call this precariously perched McMansion “the Ozymandias House”, for reasons that should become apparent as you read the story.)

Addendum: Back in 2008 I posted a story called “A Wellfleet Walk“, in which I illustrated, with photographs, a walk from my house, down our little dirt road, and out to the end of Chequessett Neck, on Cape Cod Bay, where the ill-fated mansion described above now awaits its doom. This was before the “Ozmandias House” was built, and as it happened I snapped a photo of the modest building that occupied the site back then. Here it was:

This little house had been there for ages, whereas the new one became uninhabitable after less than a decade. Hubris angers the gods.

The Poisoned Tree

Of all the exhilarating reforms taking place under the new administration, perhaps the best of all is the rooting-out of rot and waste and corruption by the new Department Of Government Efficiency, headed up by Elon Musk. It has already struck a mighty blow by shutting down the tumorous bureaucratic excrescence known as the United States Agency For International Development (USAID), which, as many have long suspected, was little more than a subterranean sluiceway for money-laundering and grift. I’m sure we can expect a great deal more in the weeks and months to come.

It occurred to me, as I read the news of what DOGE has already accomplished at USAID, that the perfect motto for the agency would be this verse (3:10) from the Gospel of Matthew:

“Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.”

The MOG-roe Doctrine

With his swift intimidation of both Canada and Mexico in these last hours and days by raising a credible threat of tariffs, President Trump just gave us a dazzling display of sensible, power-backed American statesmanship. This hemisphere is our natural sphere of influence, and we should not be afraid to influence it.

What we are seeing is what Pareto or Machiavelli might have seen as a long-overdue natural correction of an imbalance between “lions” and “foxes”. (In particular, Mr. Trump’s flamboyant mogging of Fidel Castro, Jr., during the final weeks of that epicene jackass’s political Untergang, was a joy to behold.)

Next up for the American hemisphere: the end of China’s control of the Panama Canal.

American Juche

From a recent thread on X, here’s Nick Land (@Xenocosmography) on tariffs:

The Tariffs ledger, positive and negative, is far more complicated than established opinion (or nationalist enthusiasm) is allowing for. For the US specifically, the highest priority positive factor is this:

Losing core strategic industrial capacity through international division of labor is a geopolitically unacceptable outcome of naively optimistic anti-mercantile liberalism. If it turns out you don’t have comparative advantage in cutting-edge meta-machine-tools, you lose the world (and every type of true liberalism, naively cosmopolitan, or not, along with it). It’s fine for Switzerland to specialize down to financial services and chocolate. For the USA, not so much.

Lying back and waiting to find out what the ‘world community’ (through the global market) thinks your nation should be producing is not an acceptable position for the redoubt of liberty on earth. (It’s mostly going to be cartoons and other things without sharp edges.)

Wherever You Go, There You Are

As I write I am sitting on the upper deck of a small cruise-ship in Ha Long Bay, near Hai Phong, Vietnam.

We came to the Far East to visit our daughter and her family in Hong Kong, and decided to take a little side-trip to Vietnam. We spent a couple of nights in Hanoi, and now are here we are in this odd place (which is famous for its strange “karst” formations — small peaks created by acid erosion of old limestone seabeds). We are on one of the dozens of tour-boats milling about the bay.

It’s an exotic locale, and after our time in Hanoi I have some post-worthy impressions of what communist Vietnam is like (which I won’t write down until we’ve left), but mainly I’m writing just now to note how little enthusiasm I have for travel these days. I’ve been all over the place in my lengthening life (I’ll be 69 in April), and more and more it seems to me that every place is, well, just some other place, and that gallivanting around is increasingly just exhausting and distracting. The world outside seems increasingly finite in comparison to what can (and should) be explored within — and once you’ve scratched the youthful itch of restlessness the trick, I think, is just to find someplace you like well enough, and to make yourself at home.

On my piney knoll in the Outer Cape I have clean fresh air, rainwater from the well, the sea all around, shelves overflowing with books, my little music-studio, wooded trails for hiking, spring-fed ponds for swimming, and at night the great black firmament above, alive with glittering stars. What more do I need? Why wear myself out like this?

Can’t wait to get back home.

Dis-Oriented

I’ll confess that’s it’s strange to be in Hong Kong while so much is going on back home (all of it happening each day in what is, for us, the middle of the night). It’s delightful to be able to spend so much time with our daughter and our three wee grandsons (and our son-in-law, a remarkable young Dubliner of whom we are immensely fond), but already, not even two weeks into our sojourn, I’m feeling more than a little cut off. (It’s also that I’m very much a “homebody”, and something of an introvert, and so I miss my familiar routines, my books, my music studio, and above all the deep peace, otherworldly light, and quiet rhythms of winter in the Outer Cape.)

How’s the mood back in the States? From over here it seems downright exuberant, the way one feels when waking from a nightmare to the happy realization that it was all just a dream. It even seems as though the nocuous spell of Wokeness is losing its grip on people (and places) that seemed wholly and hopelessly lost.

Is this really happening? It all seems so abrupt. But perhaps it’s always this way when tyrants fall, or when bullies get their come-uppance: the power seems unbreakable, the doom eternal, and then poof! — all is sunlight and fresh air, and the hope beyond hope suddenly comes true.

I’ll be glad to get home.

The Boot Is Lifted!

We’re in Hong Kong now, thirteen hours ahead of Eastern time, so I was only able to check in on events a little after the fact — but wow, what a day for America.

Pardons for J6 political prisoners! Sealing the border! Withdrawals from the Paris boondoggle, and from the WHO! Federal hiring freeze! An end to birthright citizenship! Remain-in-Mexico reinstated! Two sexes again! DEI abolished in all government agencies and policies! No more “catch and release”! Banning government censorship! A moratorium, pending review, on all foreign aid! Drilling for oil! Reversal of military vaccine-mandate firings! And so much more.

Meanwhile, Joe Biden, on his way out the door, disgraced himself by issuing a bundle of “pre-emptive” pardons to, among others, the J6 committee, Mark Milley, his own family, and, worst of all, the monstrous Anthony Fauci, who arguably has the blood of thousands, or even millions, on his hands. (In a just society, many of those pardoned would rightly be facing the gallows — or, depending on the mood of the people, tumbrels and lamp-posts.)

As bad as these pardons are, though, there are at least two good ways forward:

1. Grill those pardoned over hot coals in Congressional investigations, knowing they can’t invoke the 5th;

2. Indict them all anyway, which would force those thus charged to appeal their cases to SCOTUS. (There’s a very good chance the whole idea of “pre-emptive pardons” would be discarded by this Court — which would do future generations of Americans a favor.)

Obviously, we should all keep in mind that these are just the giddy early moments of what’s sure to be a long slog back to the “broad sunlit uplands” — if we can even manage to get there at all. As bracing as it is to see the enemy in utter disarray and driven before us, we should remember that the Left, like Entropy itself, never surrenders, and never sleeps. There will be court challenges to everything Mr. Trump has just done, and stubborn resistance at every level to the very idea that America is a nation worthy of patriotic enthusiasm and a return to greatness. But for now, while we have the wind at our backs, there’s no reason we shouldn’t all give a cheer, raise a glass to the sudden prospect of better times, and savor this delightful moment.

Service Notice

The lovely Nina and I are on our way to Hong Kong to visit our daughter, her husband, and our grandsons. I’ll be back on once we get settled (been a bit slow lately, I realize; we’ve been swamped getting ready).

Big day on Monday. Some better times ahead for America and the West, I hope.

(There’s an old joke about the difference between an optimist and a pessimist; the punchline is that the optimist believes that the future is uncertain. On that basis, and with a new era dawning, I’ll boldly declare cautious optimism. For now.)

Putting The “CA” In “Catastrophe”

I haven’t had much time for writing in these last few days, but, like the rest of you I’m sure, my attention has been riveted to the conflagrations that have utterly destroyed parts of Los Angeles, and are still, in many places, raging uncontrolled.

I won’t make a detailed repetition here of the accusations being leveled against those in charge, but it should be abundantly clear that ideologically driven mismanagement — DEI hires both in government and the LAFD, fire-department budget cuts (and the sending of fire-fighting equipment to Ukraine!), and wholesale sacrifice of responsible forestry and water-management policies upon the altar of an environmentalist cryptoreligion that cares far less about the flourishing of humans than the happiness of smelts and newts — have made this disaster much, much, worse than it might otherwise have been. (I realize, of course, that California is particularly prone to various kinds of natural disasters, but still.) And all of this is happening in a place that has, probably, the largest tax base of any state and municipal government in the world.

I wonder what the political result of all this will be. The “social contract” takes many forms, but at its most basic, it says that when you’re forced to pay protection money to the mob, you should at least be given protection. That’s clearly been broken in much of the West for some time now — except for the ruling class. Now, with Pacific Palisades and Malibu wiped off the map, even these cocooned elites have now seen the contract fail. What will happen next? We shall see.

PS: My friend and mentor, the legendary mixing engineer Bob Clearmountain, has probably had his home and studio completely destroyed; it was on Rivas Canyon Road in Pacific Palisades. I hope you made it out safely, Bob, and my deepest condolences for your loss.

PPS: Confirmed. It’s just one story out of so very many, and I’m glad Bob’s OK — but a terrible loss.

Peter Yarrow, 1938-2025

I note with sadness the death of Peter Yarrow, who was known to everyone of my generation as part of the enormously popular folk-music trio Peter, Paul and Mary.

I mixed two Peter, Paul and Mary albums — Flowers and Stones (1986), and No Easy Walk To Freedom (1990) — and I remember Peter as a jovial, slightly goofy fellow who was a pleasure to work with. I hadn’t seen him in decades, but I’m sorry to hear that he is gone. His death leaves Noel Paul Stookey, now 87, as the last surviving member. (Noel, my condolences, and I hope you are well.)

Happy New Year!

To all of you. Thanks as always for visiting and commenting. (The blog’s 20 years old now!)

2025 is going to be an interesting year. Some change is on the way, I think.

All Trace Of The Barbarian Vanished

Bernstein on Beethoven:

Mencken:

It is almost a literal fact that there is no trace of cheapness in the whole body of his music. He is never sweet and romantic; he never sheds conventional tears; he never strikes orthodox attitudes. In his lightest moods there is the immense and inescapable dignity of ancient prophets. He concerns himself, not with the transient agonies of romantic love, but with the eternal tragedy of man. He is a great tragic poet, and like all great tragic poets, he is obsessed by a sense of the inscrutable meaninglessness of life. From the Eroica onward he seldom departs from that theme. It roars through the first movement of the C minor, and it comes to a stupendous final settlement in the Ninth…

It would be hard to think of a composer, even of the fourth rate, who worked with thematic material of less intrinsic merit. He borrowed tunes wherever he found them; he made them up out of snatches of country jigs; when he lacked one altogether he contented himself with a simple phrase, a few banal notes. All such things he viewed simply as raw materials; his interest was concentrated upon their use. To that use of them he brought the appalling powers of his unrivalled genius. His ingenuity began where that of other men left off. His most complicated structures retained the overwhelming clarity of the Parthenon. And into them he got a kind of feeling that even the Greeks could not match; he was preeminently a modem man, with all trace of the barbarian vanished. Into his gorgeous music there went all of the high skepticism that was of the essence of the Eighteenth Century, but into it there also went a new enthusiasm, the new determination to challenge and beat the gods, that dawned with the Nineteenth.

A House Divided

The social-media site formerly known as Twitter was aflame, over the past couple of days, with a squabble among various factions of the new Right about the importation, by H-1B visas, of tech workers from other countries. One one side were Elon Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy, who argue that in order for the U.S. to “win”, we need to grab everybody we can get our hands on. On the other were more-traditional American conservatives, who argue that we don’t need to doing this at all, that large-scale immigration has unwelcome consequences, and that we’ve done far too much of it already in recent years.

First and foremost, I’ll say that bickering like this in public is the last thing our political faction should be doing; we should be airing these disagreements amongst ourselves. If there’s one thing we never seem to learn from the persistent success of the American Left, it is to present, in public, a unified front.

I’ll say also that I admire Elon Musk, and that I think Vivek Ramaswamy is also a smart and energetic fellow. I’m glad to have both of them on our side, and I think they will be powerful assets in the new Trump administration — as long as their individual egos and ambitions don’t get in the way (which is, I realize, a big ask).

I also think that this is the wrong thing to be focusing on right now. H-1B visas are an important issue, but there are others far more clamant: securing the border, removing criminal aliens, cleaning house at DOJ and DOD, flushing the poison of DEI and gender insanity from our institutions, doing whatever is humanly possible to flense the blubber from our managerial bureaucracies, getting spending under control, freeing ourselves from disastrous foreign entanglements, re-establishing our energy independence, bringing back domestic production of essential goods, redressing the grievous injustices of recent years (with special attention to political lawfare, and to the monstrous career of a certain medical administrator and his cat’s-paws and cronies), ending birthright citizenship — and much, much, more.

Having said all that, I’ll say that I think Messrs. Musk and Ramaswamy have this one wrong, for at least four reasons.

First, they share the distorted worldview that so often afflicts wealthy and powerful people: they live so far removed from ordinary life that they see things in far more abstract terms than the great mass of citizens far below, and easily lose sight of things — social unity and cohesion, temporal stability and predictability, etc. — that matter little atop Olympus, but mean a very great deal to everyone else.

Mr. Ramaswamy used sports as a metaphor, telling us that, just as a team will take the best players from anywhere they can in order to put a winning team on the field, so should the U.S. focus solely on competitive victory, whatever it takes. But a nation is not a sports team, nor merely an economic zone; it is, rather, a living being, an organic expression of the shared, essential qualities of a particular people. (Who would die for an industrial park?)

Too-rapid immigration, or immigration not based on a desire to become of the nation, to become one of its people, dilutes, and ultimately disintegrates and destroys, the horizontal ligatures of commonality that unite a nation, that distinguish it from a mere congeries of occupants in a vast and characterless dormitory. As I wrote more than a decade ago, we ignore this truth at our peril — and we have already been so careless of it in the past half-century that we ought, having suddenly been given what might be our last chance to preserve what national unity we have left, to keep it foremost in our minds.

Second, the population of the United States is roughly a third of a billion people. With numbers far lower than that, we subdued a vast continent, we settled it and criss-crossed it with railroads and highways, we built mighty industries that changed human history, we led the world in the development of revolutionary technologies and medical techniques, we rose to peerless military superiority, and we put men on the Moon. Have we really fallen so far that we have to go begging for help?

Third, how ethical is it for us to strip-mine the rest of the world for its brightest and most talented workers? And leaving aside the ethical question, is it wise? When we do this, we leave behind an increasingly concentrated residue of dysfunction in the places these people come from. Is it really in our interest to help other nations fail? When they do, how much of the resulting chaos and misery is going to become our problem?

Finally, importing all this low-cost labor depresses wages. (Duh.)

Perhaps the right compromise is to allow a small number of visas for truly exceptional candidates, and to concentrate otherwise on fostering talent here at home; given our numbers, the pool should easily be sufficient. But for God’s sake, can we stop airing our internal disagreements in public?

P.S. Just saw Elon Musk’s unsettlingly intemperate tweet from the evening of the 27th. Not a good look, nor a wise one — nor, at this critical moment of transition, a helpful one.

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Merry Christmas to you all!

The Frog And The Scorpion

By now you will have heard about the murderous attack on a Christmas market in Magdeburg, Germany, by a Saudi doctor who had been living in the country for years.

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: allowing mass Muslim immigration is the stupidest and most irreversibly self-destructive thing that any Western nation can do.

Don’t Be Tedious

To argue productively requires some agreement on fundamentals. All theorems must rest on axioms.

Oscar Wilde famously said “It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”

To harangue others about first principles can never be anything but tedious. (It will certainly never be productive, because arguments, to be developed, must rest on self-evident premises.) Why do it?

Breaking The Spell

Do you feel life flowing back into America’s veins? What we are seeing everywhere, both abroad and at home, is the relief of a world that has suffered terribly over the past four years from from the vacuum created by a feeble United States.

This doesn’t mean that the road just ahead isn’t rocky and steep. But it always was; now, at least, we may have the strength to climb it.

The Way It Is

“There are three kinds of people: those who see; those who see when they are shown; and those who cannot see.”

– Leonardo

Riddle Me This!

From time to time I get email alerts from Quora, a website where users post questions and others answer them. Occasionally the answers are of excellent quality. Here’s an example of a good one.

The question, which vexed me all my adult life (though less so lately), was this:

Does mathematics actually exist in the universe or is it simply a human construct?

Here, in full, is the answer given by one Josh Anderson, who lives in Penang, Malaysia. (Bold text and italics are reproduced as they appeared in the original. I’ve also added a link to Wigner’s famous essay.)

In his famous essay The Unreasonable Effectiveness of Mathematics in the Natural Sciences, the Nobel Prize winning physicist Eugene Wigner wrote that the correspondence between pure mathematics and the natural world was “something bordering on the mysterious.” “There is,” he said “no rational explanation for it.”

It makes sense to say that basic mathematics was developed to describe things in the everyday world. We can understand the origin of things like counting and addition and how to calculate area. However, as Wigner goes on to argue, this simple explanation fails to account for so much of what we see.

The work of professional mathematicians often involves incredible ingenuity and extraordinary feats of logic. Some theorems and proofs take years to work out. And yet, astonishingly, many of the most brilliant and insanely abstract concepts turn out to model real world phenomena perfectly. They fit like lock and key.

Consider for a moment just how extraordinary this is. We have this set of things our minds seem to have produced in an abstract, non-physical realm of ideas. And we have another category or set of things we’ll call “things the universe does.”

Then, as history unfolds, we discover that there is exact correspondence between various mathematical concepts and the “things the universe does.” There’s a kind of remarkable overlap between what’s going on in our minds and what’s going on out there. And very often the math was worked out long before we went looking out in the world for a fit.

To quote Wigner, “It’s difficult to avoid the impression that a miracle confronts us here.”

This is remarkable. The things the universe appears to be doing at the level of physics is mirrored in the mathematical realm. The universe, it seems, is behaving in accordance with the products of mind.

Is mathematics something humans invented?

If you answer yes, how did something that is purely an artifact of mind get out there in the wild? How does it make it into the very fabric of the external world?

Around every corner in physics we find concepts no one thought would ever show up in the familiar world. But they do. Crazy, non-intuitive principles and things no one ever dreamed would leave the pages of mathematics journals turn out to be exactly what is needed to describe what the world is doing.

You could almost put this into a syllogism:

Premise one: Mathematical entities are the products of mind.

Premise two: The universe behaves according to mathematical entities.

Conclusion: Therefore, the universe behaves according to the products of mind.

But maybe we’ve got this all wrong. Maybe mathematical entities are not actually produced by our minds . Yet, if we change our story and accept that mathematics is somehow really out there, really existing in a humanity-independent way, we still have not managed to escape from this conclusion. In fact, if it’s discovered and not invented, the mystery is even more profound.

Now we have this realm of abstract ideas and relationships, an infinite logical landscape which we have direct access to through our minds. And yet, while non-physical, somehow this realm guides the behavior of things in the physical world.

It seems inescapable. Something mind-like is running the world, providing the framework, the tracks for physical reality to run on.

Einstein himself struggled to explain how this could be: “How is it that mathematics, being after all a product of human thought, is so admirably appropriate to the objects of reality? Is human reason then, without experience, merely by taking thought, able to fathom the properties of real things?”

If anyone in history had a right to comment on this issue it was Einstein. He, relying more or less entirely on thought-experiments, was able to unlock some of the best kept secrets of the universe. He himself found this astonishing, saying famously “The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.” Why should what’s really out there have corresponded meaningfully to what was going on in his mind?

Einstein spoke reverently, even religiously, of the experiences he had in beholding the “radiant beauty” that shone forth when he sought to peer into the mysteries of the universe. He was satisfied, he said, with a sense of the “marvelous structure of existence” and his “humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.”

Speaking of mathematics in particular, he wrote:

“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas. …In this effort toward logical beauty, spiritual formulas are discovered necessary for the deeper penetration into the laws of nature.”

The more you think about it, the more remarkable it becomes. How is it that, with little more than some deep reflection, a man sitting alone in a Swiss patent office was able to grasp the profoundest secrets of space and time? What does it say about the universe that pure thought is able to disclose many of its deepest enigmas?

The philosopher David Wood brings this into sharp focus:

“Before you knew that the universe is governed by elegant mathematical equations, would you have had reason to await that? Would you expect the universe to be like that? Of course not. Mathematics is a language. The universe is operating according to language. This should not be at all surprising for those who believe in God. It should be horrifying to atheists, because that is the last thing you should expect.”


For a look at the role mind plays in life see the following: Josh Anderson’s answer to Is it possible to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that intelligence was required to create life?

Pretty good, no?

Justice, For A Change

I was happily surprised to hear this afternoon that Daniel Penny has been acquitted of charges related to the death of Jordan Neely, the homeless madman whom Penny bravely subdued as Neely was menacing riders on the F train in New York last year.

It is a sign of our degraded times that Penny was charged at all, rather than hailed as the hero he was. I hope he can put his life back together after this.

I must say that I’m sorry also for poor Jordan Neely, who was clearly mentally ill, and should never have been on that train in the first place. We really don’t seem to do much of anything right at all these days.

Alas, we should not be surprised if this isn’t the end at all for Mr. Penny. A case like this is the perfect “lawyer’s ramp”, and I’m sure swarms of them are already circling around Mr. Neely’s family looking to spin up a civil suit.

The Camel’s Nose

It’s official: the most common name for baby boys born in England and Wales is now Muhammad.

The fertility rate among Muslims in Blighty is close to 3 children per woman, while the rate for actual Brits is below 2. (Replacement-level fertility is 2.1 children per woman.)

For centuries — and most recently, in the memories of those still living — the doughty British have defended their island home against conquest by force of arms. But where jihad by the sword would, even now, surely have failed, Islam has found a subtler, but equally effective weapon: jihad by obstetrics.

Britain, like the rest of de-Christianized Europe, is a cut flower. Was this inevitable? It’s tempting for me to conclude, as I suggested fifteen years ago, that this is the necessary consequence of post-Enlightenment secularism, and the corrosive nihilism that scientific materialism carries as its psychological payload. Why fight for your nation and people if you can’t justify their existence on austerely rationalist grounds? What makes natalism worth the trouble if nothing has any intrinsic meaning anyway?

‘Tis A Pity

Anybody who’s been paying attention will have noticed the increasing normalization of what used to be called “prostitution”. In these sophisticated times we are expected to regard it simply as “sex work”, a career like any other, whose practitioners we should consider every bit as respectable as secretaries, waitresses, cashiers, cab drivers, hotel clerks, or members of Congress (though that latter comparison is, I suppose, nothing new).

Here’s a question: given that “sex work” is now just another ordinary job, and given also that unemployment benefits usually require that recipients be actively seeking, and willing to accept, whatever jobs they can find, does this mean that a young woman who finds herself laid off at the factory, and collecting unemployment, must now accept a position as a whore if an offer comes along? If not, why not?

Post-Mortem

The House Select Subcommittee on the Coronavirus Pandemic has just released its 557-page final report. The whole thing is here, but virologist Robert Malone has provided a summary at his Substack website.

Hint: it’s bad. This is a story not only of massive government incompetence — although there was plenty of that — but also of willful malfeasance, corruption, lying, and manipulation on a titanic scale, at a cost in lives, prosperity, and human misery that makes it one of the greatest crimes in Western political history. In particular, the ruthless suppression of safe, inexpensive and widely available early-stage treatments such as hydroxychloroquine and ivermectin alone caused hundreds of thousands — or more likely millions — of easily avoidable deaths.

People should go to prison for this. (To learn more you should read, at the very least, Peter McCullough’s book The Courage To Face COVID-19, and Robert Kennedy Jr.’s The Real Anthony Fauci. They will make your blood boil.)

Is Something Cooking?

How many of you think we are going to get all the way to January 20th without some kind of radically disruptive “black swan” event? (The obvious candidate right now seems to be war with Russia — which our Imperial Court and its European vassals seem hell-bent on bringing about — but there are all sorts of other possibilities we might imagine, as well as all the ones we can’t).

Just wondering.

Happy Thanksgiving

Enjoy the holiday, everybody. We have much to be thankful for this year.

The Days Just Ahead

Former General Mike Flynn — who knows a thing or two about what the entrenched Washington oligarchy is capable of, and willing to do — has posted a threat-assessment of the risks we face between now and Inauguration Day.

Read it here.

Stephen Wolfram On AI And Irreducible Complexity

Following on my previous — and alarmist — post about AI, I think I should add some further remarks about what may or may not be possible.

Back in 2014 I wrote a post, as part of a linked series on free will and determinism, about the idea of what the English scientist Stephen Wolfram has called “computational irreducibility” (which is also sometimes called “algorithmic incompressibility”). Simply put, it draws a distinction between two subsets of deterministic systems: those whose behavior are describable by simplifying formulas that can be used, by taking their initial conditions as inputs, to predict their future state, and those for which no such reduction is possible.

An example of the former is the movement of two bodies under mutual gravitational attraction, such as a planet and its moon, or the earth and a ballistic projectile. Given the masses of the two, and their initial positions and velocities, it is possible to calculate their positions for any future time.

A good example of the latter is what Wolfram examined at length in his book A New Kind Of Science (which I labored through when it came out in 2002): the behavior of “cellular automata“, simple systems whose behavior is defined by a small set of rules, but for which, given the system’s state at time t, the only way of determining its precise configuration at time t+n is actually to iterate over every step between t and t+n. Chaotic systems, such as weather and turbulent flow, are of this kind. So is biological evolution

I’m mentioning this because I’ve just watched a conversation between Wolfram and physicist Brian Greene about all of this, and how it relates to AI. A key point in this conversation is the idea that the algorithmic simplifications of science simply don’t apply do many, or even most, of the systems we are interested in. There is no quicker way, no shortcut, for predicting the future state of such systems than simply letting them run, and seeing what they do. This limitation, Wolfram says, is a limitation in principle that even a superintelligence must confront, one that even a vastly superhuman insight into workings of computationally irreducible systems will be unable to overcome.

It is far beyond my powers (or anybody’s, I imagine) to say just how limiting this constraint — that some kinds of predictions must always be achieved by brute computational force, rather than reductive simplifications — will be on AI’s ascent toward apotheosis. In practical terms, when considering the disruptive and transformative effects of AI on human life, it may mean very little. Your guess is as good as mine.

The interview is fairly short; less than 45 minutes. You can watch it here.

Brake Failure

Here is a link to a detailed survey of the current status of AI research, including a clear-eyed assessment of what we should expect in the near future.

I won’t lie: I find this extremely alarming. The linked report makes it very clear that we are just a few years away from creating entities that are not just more intelligent than we are, but vastly so; and that we can no more predict what such an intelligence will be capable of, or what it will choose to do, than a mouse or a fish would be capable of understanding and predicting the motives and strategies and actions of a human being.

The report also makes clear that this is inevitable, because the development of these systems has now become an arms-race. Whoever wields this power (insofar as it can be controlled at all, once it really gets going) will have an insuperable advantage over those who don’t — and so the only rational strategy for nations or other agents who don’t want to be on the losing side of that equation is to push the research forward as aggressively as possible. So they will.

The time-horizon, also, is terribly short: a decade at most, but almost certainly much less, because there is a cascading effect as intelligent systems themselves begin to design their successors.

This is going to be a rupture in human history unlike any that has come before — even the end, perhaps, of history being driven by humans at all — and what leaps from every page of this document (despite the author’s wholly unconvincing declarations of optimism scattered throughout) is the fact that nobody has the slightest idea what’s going to happen, and there’s no way to slow down.

Am I over-reacting here? Frankly, I have never been so worried about anything in my life, and I think most people are just blithely chugging along, with no real inkling of what’s about to overtake them.

The Iron Law Of Oligarchy

RFK on Ukraine:

Can The Fever Have Broken?

In the runup to the election I said how worried I was about rising conflict between the two warring American social and political factions once the winner had been determined. I thought it likely, barring massive fraud, that Trump would win, and I thought that if that happened the seething Left would stage massive chimpouts in every Blue city.

That hasn’t happened. Instead, it actually seems that there is some sort of sea change underway, and that we may actually in fact have passed peak Wokeness. Instead of taking a knee during the National Anthem, sports figures are now doing the “Trump Dance” on the field. Public figures, such as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, are now dropping pronouns from their social-media profiles. The prominent anti-Trump media personality Joe Scarborough has even gone to Mar-a-Lago to kiss the ring.

To be sure, there’s a long way to go yet. There is still the inauguration to get through, and there may still be some sort of surprise in store (World War III, for example.) It’s awfully hard to believe that such people as Chuck Schumer and Jamie Raskin are just going to take their defeat lying down, and I’d be surprised if they aren’t plotting some kind of riposte.

Nevertheless: was I wrong? Is there suddenly some sort of seismic shift toward sanity and normality under way in America? Does the spasm of madness that was so dominant just a year or two ago now begin to seem, to millions now awakening, like a crazy fever dream? Can this really be happening? Or is this just the eye of the storm?

It’s too soon to tell, but I’ll dare to hope.

Whoa

Elon Musk has made no secret, over the past several years, of his ambition to colonize Mars (and if anyone can pull it off, he can). With that in mind, here’s something remarkable that I just learned today:

Those of you of a “certain age” will remember the name Werner von Braun — a former Nazi rocket scientist who became the chief architect of America’s space program in the postwar era. (You may even remember that he was immortalized in song by the great Tom Lehrer.)

Well, it seems that in 1949, von Braun wrote a sci-fi novel called Project Mars: A Technical Tale. It told the story of an expedition to the Red Planet, and an encounter with its humanoid inhabitants, whose advanced civilization is led by a council of ten under the supervision of a supreme leader.

That leader’s title?

The Elon.

I kid you not. More here.

Heavy Mental

In a comment to our previous post, our friend “Whitewall” observed that in the wake of the recent election, the Dems “currently overcome with a case of raging hormones, like before … just worse now.”

Indeed they are. On the bright side, though, we can be thankful for X:

Repatriated

We’re back from our eight-day visit to Rome.

Glad to see the U.S. still standing. Did I miss anything?

You’ve Got Nobody But Yourselves To Blame

Dear Democrats,

Four years ago, you took the keys to the family car. Did you drive it with care and respect?

No. You got high as a kite and took it for a crazy, reckless joyride, without any consideration for the damage you were causing.

From bumper to bumper – border security, immigration, foreign policy, military planning, economic strategy, energy independence, freedom of speech, crime, equal application of the law, social cohesion, respect for fundamental rights, and so much more – you turned that family car into into a smoking, battered wreck.

We spent generations building a wonderful home for you, and this is how you repay us? All you seem to care about is having sex, avoiding responsibility, and spending our money: the money we need for paying our bills, and for groceries, and clothes, and fuel. And you’ve even been taking our money and giving it away to all your friends, and to all sorts of strangers that you’ve been letting into our house. And when we’ve tried to talk to you about it, all you do is call us horrible names, and slam the door in our faces.

Also: you seem to think the world owes everyone a good living, just for existing. (Hint: it doesn’t.)

So: enough is enough. We’re terribly disappointed in you, and now we’re taking the keys away. And of course you’re having a tantrum, just like the spoiled children you are.

Well, too bad. We don’t want to hear it. There’s nobody to blame here but you. Right now you need to go to your room, and think about what you’ve done. You can come down and join us at the table when you’re ready to act your age.

– America

Service Notice

Tomorrow, just as the reverberations of today’s election begin to ripple around the globe, the lovely Nina and I are heading off to the Eternal City for a long-postponed visit. I might find time to post something or other, but if not, I should be back in harness here in about ten days.

(As for the election: not going to lie here, I really hope we win. But if we do, it isn’t going to sit well with a lot of powerful people, and their myrmidons in the streets. Be careful out there.)

Playing With Matches

By now you’ve probably heard about the sad end of P’Nut the Squirrel, who, during his brief time on Earth, lived in happy and playful companionship with a fellow named Mark Longo (who had rescued the wee rodent after its mother had been squashed by a car). As their relationship blossomed, Mr. Longo had made P’Nut a beloved celebrity on social media.

But last week New York State, which has no patience for unsanctioned human-sciurine liaisons, got wind of these star-crossed lovers, and fell upon them in its wrath. The hapless P’Nut, wrested from his savior’s arms, was dragged away and put to death. (You can read about it, and see a picture of this winsome ex-squirrel, here.)

Outrage ensued, and rightly so. In no time at all, the martyrdom of poor little P’Nut became a cause célèbre all over social media.

I weighed in briefly myself on X (I’m trying not to call it “Twitter” any more):

A small thing, really — smaller even, say, than Jenkin’s Ear. But it is things like this, things that create outrage at the most personal, granular, commonly relatable level, that often end up having the most vastly outsized effects on the course of history.

But then along came the actor James Woods, one of the sturdiest conservative voices on any social platform these days, with this fantastic tweet (or post, or whatever they’re called nowadays):

Physicists in 1900 basically accepted the Newtonian model of the universe. The only troubling anomaly was that Mercury, as it came into view in its journey around the sun, appeared to be in the “wrong” place. How was this possible? After much discussion brilliant scientists concluded that it “appeared” to be closer to the sun because the sun’s gravity was bending light rays reflecting off of Mercury on their way to earth. This defied all the “settled science” embraced by classical physicists. It was to them heresy essentially, because by implication it would mean that energy and matter were interchangeable. Indeed a young physicist named Albert Einstein created the most famous equation in history, formulating that exact relationship: e=mc(squared). The longwinded point I’m trying to make is that throughout history the most minor anomalies are often windows into a completely different understanding of the world.

Which brings me to my point.

This event where armed officers took a pet squirrel from an individual in New York opens a Pandora’s box of the horrors of leftist tyranny. The facts of the incident are disturbing enough: an anonymous instigator over 1000 miles away reported a humble man who had rescued a wounded squirrel and made a pet of him for years. The informer’s motives in doing so can only be guessed, but the owner of the pet had made the horrific mistake in today’s America of supporting conservative thought. A cadre of armed officials got a search warrant, rummaged through the man’s property for five hours, illegally questioned his wife about her immigrant status, ultimately seizing the pet and killing it without giving the owner any recourse to save its life. Now let’s take a look at the universe in which this macabre horrid little leftist “comedy” took place. In a nation overrun by tens of millions of illegal aliens, crushed by rampant crime and gang warfare, enduring a $35 trillion deficit, soul-crushing inflation, a culture of infanticide and child mutilation, sexual dysphoria, and insanity, and waging illegal lawfare against candidates of another party, New York State spent a full day killing a squirrel, that had been a harmless pet cherished by its owner for literally years.

The event in and of itself was just an act of petty cruelty. As a window into a larger universe, however, it is a fissure in the mantle of our world, signaling a cataclysmic eruption that may well end this nation. The tsunami of rage coming from ordinary and loving individuals was quite frankly astonishing.

Has America in the hands of the lunatic left become a powder keg about to explode? Will the power-hungry Democrats and their media minions spew enough hatred that even the most gentile among us will finally say ENOUGH? Does 87,000 newly minted and armed IRS agents offer you comfort or fill you with terror?

Are you sick of this yet?

Are we “sick of this yet?” Yes, Mr. Woods — yes indeed, sir, millions and millions and millions of us most certainly are. And even if the outrageous destruction of little P’Nut isn’t the spark that ignites this powder-keg, I have a feeling that, before long, something is going to be.

The Endarkenment

I have been presenting for years, in these pages, a charge against the Enlightenment: namely that it enshrined, with religious fervor, a radical skepticism that acted as a kind of “universal acid” that no tradition or social order could contain.

In 2022, for example, I referred to:

…the radical skepsis of the Enlightenment, which simultaneously raised Man to the throne of Creation while throwing him back onto his own meager resources. The shearing away of all but “scientific method” as a means of understanding the Universe, and our place in it, meant that the Universe itself had to be put on a kind of Procrustean Bed, upon which all the features of the cosmos that aren’t accessible by those tools and methodology had simply to be cut away, and believed not even to exist. (This fatally narrowing effect, by the way, is a good example of why Pride is considered the deadliest of sins.)

I’ve been making this case for much longer, though. Here’s an excerpt from a post called This Is Your Civilization On Acid, from 2015:

Given that what gives a culture its form is essentially ‘memetic’ — an aggregation of concepts, lore, mythos, history, music, religion, duties, obligations, affinities, and aversions shared by a common people — an advanced civilization is subject to corrosion and decomposition by ideas. And the most corrosive of all such reagents in the modern world is one that our own culture bequeathed to itself in the Enlightenment: the elevation of skepsis to our highest intellectual principle. Moreover, the less a nation depends upon tangible factors such as territory and ethnic homogeneity for its stability, the more vulnerable it is to this hazard — and the modern, rapidly diversifying United States, which describes itself more and more as little more than “an idea” — is most vulnerable of all.

Radical doubt, as it turns out, is a “universal acid”: given enough time, there is no container that can hold it. Once doubt is in control, there is no premise, no tradition, nor even any God that it cannot dissolve. Once it has burned its way through theism, telos, and the intrinsic holiness of the sacred, leaving behind only a desiccated naturalism, its action on the foundations of culture accelerates briskly, as there is little left to resist it.

Because it is in the nature of doubt to dissolve axioms, the consequence of the Enlightenment is that all of a civilization’s theorems ultimately become unprovable. This is happening before our eyes. The result is chaos, and collapse.

Also from 2015:

The modern attitude places the burden of proof upon every aspect of traditional life. All is disposable unless proven necessary, including even the axioms upon which such proof depends.

And so on. (See also this post and its internal links, including links to a discussion we had in 2018 with Michael Anton on the topic of natural law.)

The reason that I am mentioning all this today is that I have just read an outstanding essay at City Journal making this same indictment of the Enlightenment. (The author, Martin Gurri, even uses a term — “The Endarkenment” — that we NRx types were kicking around fifteen years ago.)

The whole thing is so good that I won’t bother posting any excerpts. You should just go read the whole thing yourselves, here.

Simple As

“As a child, learn good manners,
As a young man, control the passions,
In middle age, be just,
In old age, give good advice,
Then die, without regret.”

– Inscription found in the Bactrian city of Ai-Khanoum in Afghanistan. Attributed to Clearchus of Soli, a student of Aristotle

Buckle Up

Over the past few years, prominent members of our ruling Democrat oligarchy have declared those of us not aligned with “progressivism” to be racists, sexists, white supremacists, bitter clingers to guns and religion, deplorables, irredeemables, Nazis, and Fascists. Last night, we learned, also, that our sitting President thinks of us as “garbage”.

That’s at least half the country, folks: scores of millions of patriotic American citizens who would prefer to secure our borders, reduce our imperialistic military and economic commitments overseas, lower the cost of living, restore civic and moral virtue to public life, make politics more local, push back against rampant crime, prevent the aggressive sexualization (and trans-sexualization) of our children in schools and culture, preserve freedom of speech and dissent, return to domestic production of energy and vital manufactured goods, and restore a healthy reverence for the American nation and its history.

“Garbage”.

It looks now as if, barring corruption and theft even more audacious than that of 2020, Donald Trump is set to win next week’s election. How likely is it, though, that our political enemies — and it should be clear to all by now that that is what they are: not opponents or rivals, but enemies — will consent to be ruled by “garbage”?

We are headed for some serious turbulence just ahead. Election Day will only be the beginning.

We Wish To Complain

The problem with the way our era looks at history is that all it wants is to barge in and speak to the manager.

Repost, With Commentary: The Inverted Monarchy

The following is a repost of an essay I published at American Greatness in October 2020. Four years on, I think it holds up fairly well, but its closing remarks about the Constitution need, I’m afraid, some further qualifications, which I have added at the bottom of the post.

Not a day goes by lately without some politician, pundit, or other panjandrum calling out a political enemy, or some idea they don’t like, as “a threat to our democracy”. We see also an intensifying fever on the Left to abolish key institutions of our constitutional order — for example, the Electoral College, and the representational structure of the Senate — on the grounds that they are not “democratic” enough. Meanwhile, others, including the young-adult website Vox, have even been calling to give children the vote. Why? Because Democracy is now, apparently, understood to be such a Good Thing, in and of itself, that more of it can only be better.

Is your society falling apart? Is factional strife tearing your nation to pieces? Is myopic political unwisdom leading to one ruinous unintended consequence after another? The answer, always, seems to be: more democracy!

It was not always so. Once upon a time, not so long ago, democracy was not an end in itself; it was simply one of many possible means to a much higher aim: good government. It was well understood, moreover, that democracy, over the course of thousands of years, had a track-record that was anything but encouraging. Clearly, despite its natural appeal, democracy had dangerous liabilities — and it had inevtably, throughout the centuries, descended into bitter faction, mob rule, and tyranny. As far back as the third century B.C., the Greek historian Polybius had identified a cycle by which this happens — and at the time of the American Founding, two thousand years later, it had happened reliably ever since.

Democracy, then, is nothing more than one form of government: one of the possible engineering solutions by which political arrangements can be constructed. (Think of bridges: arch, suspension, cantilever, and truss designs all work fine; the choice of which to build is just a question of terrain, available materials, cost, navigation, and so on.) Now, however, democracy has become something much more than that — and the understanding that forms of government are not ends in themselves, but are merely possible solutions to a higher-level problem, seems to have been almost completely forgotten. The democratic form of government has been elevated to sacred status, while all others have been, in the minds of most Westerners, harshly and irrevocably deprecated. It is as if we had decided that the box-girder bridge is now the only sort of bridge any decent person should ever consider building, and that we should, moreover, build as many of them as we possibly can.

Perhaps the most important thing to understand about all of this is that, under any system of government, sovereignty lies somewhere. (It’s like the bubble under the contact-paper: you can move it around, but it’s always there.) In a monarchy, it lies with the king. A democracy, on the other hand, is just an inverted monarchy: the people are sovereign. The inversion is obvious if you look at the behavior of politicians and courtiers seeking access to the source of power: under monarchies, they flatter and cosset the king, while in democracies they court and fawn on the people. It’s all the same game, though: to gain personal power, cozy up to the sovereign.

There are important differences, nevertheless: unlike the unitary nature of monarchy, in which the sovereignty rests with a single will, the sovereign of a democracy is a diffuse mass, subject to faction and internal strife. Where is the “will” of a congeries of millions of individual citizens?

The American Founders, who knew their history, ancient and modern, understood all of this. They had no reverence for democracy itself, and were keenly aware of its inherent liabilities — but the natural-law premises of their political philosophy offered no basis for vesting sovereignty, merely by birth, in any individual. (As Jefferson wrote at the end of his life, it wasn’t as if some men are born “booted and spurred”, and others “with saddles on their backs”.) Somehow, the people had to find a way to govern themselves, without collapsing into faction, mob rule, and tyranny.

The Framers, then, as they gathered in Philadelphia in 1787 to produce a new Constitution, had before them a specification: stable self-government by the consent of the people. To construct it, they had a toolbox containing all the forms of government that had so far been attempted. Finally, they had a specific stock of material to build with: the historically particular people who had settled themselves in the thirteen colonies. The problem of the Founding was, in other words, an engineering problem. And it was as engineers that they set about designing a solution.

Engineers know several important things. First, they know that there is rarely a perfect solution to any problem. They know also that everything is a tradeoff, and that good solutions are often hybrids of various techniques. They know, moreover, that every type of construction material has its own strengths and weaknesses. And all good engineers know in their bones that the real world, unlike the laboratory, is infinitely mischievous, and will find unforeseen ways to test — and to break — your design.

The questions facing the Constitutional Convention were stubborn and difficult. Could they design a framework of government that would break Polybius’s great cycle? Was it possible to create some sort of hybrid system that would be stable enough to avoid both mob-rule and tyranny? How was it possible to satisfy the natural-law requirements of consent and self-government, which implied democracy, while avoiding the pitfalls of the divided will of the people, and protecting the natural rights of the minority against the predation of the majority? How could the “general will” of the people express itself in the making and execution of law and policy, without being paralyzed by the antagonisms of faction, or rendered hopelessly incoherent and inefficient by the diffusion of a multitude of opinions? How could they knit together thirteen independent nations — for that is what the colonies had become at that point — into a unified whole, despite their broadly divergent cultures, interests, and folkways?

This and much more confronted the delegates to Philadelphia in the sweltering summer of 1787. What emerged from their deliberations was a hybrid design, full of tradeoffs and compromises. A pure democracy obviously would not do; it would immediately become, in a quote attributed to Franklin, ‘two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for lunch.” This problem affected not only numerical minorities in the population, but also the states themselves: small states would quickly be overwhelmed by big ones. Monarchy wouldn’t do: a key specification for the new government was that sovereignty must rest, somehow, with the people. The new federal government needed to have enough power to carry out its mandates, and to present the new, stitched-together Union to the rest of the world as a coherent whole that other nations could confidently do business with, while reserving for the individual states all powers that were not clearly required for managing the common interests of the collective.

The constitution that emerged at Philadelphia made a careful and complex balance of all of these competing requirements. Knowing that sovereignty is a zero-sum affair, the Framers divided it into what were intended to be non-overlapping parts, with all power reserved to the states other than what they had explicitly granted to the new Republic. Because the new arrangement was both a compact between the states and an establishment of the people themselves, both were to be represented in separate and distinct ways.

Because raw democracy was dangerously volatile, and a poor guarantor of natural rights, it had to be leashed and brought to heel. Of the three branches of government, only one half of a single branch — the House of Representatives — was to be directly appointed by popular vote. Because the more populous states could easily overwhelm the smaller ones, the states themselves were to be represented as coequal individuals in the Senate. The President, too, in order to execute the nation’s laws in such a way as to protect the interests of all the members of this new compact, had to be above the fray as well, and so the Electoral College ensured that the individual states, and not just the great clusters of population, would have their say in his election.

The Constitution itself, meanwhile, needed to be defended from the labile passions of the masses. If it were subject to casual revision by popular whim, it could be of no enduring value. The amendment process, therefore, was made so difficult that any change would have to represent the overwhelming majority of the general will. The Framers made certain here, too, that not just the federal legislature, but a large majority of the states themselves, would have to approve any changes.

Finally, after the great ratification debates of 1787 and 1788, it became clear that, even with all the protections written into the original Constitution, certain fundamental rights had to be put beyond the reach of the shifting moods of popular majorities. These protections were enumerated in the first ten amendments: the Bill of Rights.

This Constitution, then, like all engineered solutions to complex, real-world problems, is a “best effort” construction that sought to address requirements and stubborn realities that often pulled in opposite directions. The final result was not exactly what any of the delegates wanted; indeed three of them, Mason and Randolph of Virginia, and Gerry of Massachusetts, refused to sign it. What it most certainly was not, however, was an instrument of Democracy. Had it made pure democracy its priority, it is safe to say the United States of America would have torn itself to pieces, and ceased to exist, long ago. It was, rather, an attempt to design a system whereby a particular sort of people — a proudly self-reliant, moral, and industrious polity, steeped in centuries of British common law, European philosophy, and Judeo-Christian ethical and religious tradition — could govern themselves under ordered liberty, so as to preserve and protect their inalienable natural rights. The form they settled on was that of a confederation of states under a limited, representative republic, granting strictly enumerated portions of their sovereignty to a central authority. Democracy was nothing more than one part of that design — a part whose structural role was itself carefully limited.

Yet here we are, nearly two-and-a-half centuries later. Something is, very clearly, going terribly wrong. The great edifice that the Framers erected in Philadelphia seems on the verge of collapse. All around us we hear that the design itself is to blame: that the problem with the Constitution is that it isn’t democratic enough. The great challenges that faced the delegates in 1787, and the lessons of history and enduring truths of human nature that informed their deliberations, are now understood only by a few — but what everyone now seems to know with unreflective certainty is that Democracy itself is sacred: no longer a means, but an end.

What we seem to forget is a thing that the Founders knew all too well: that anything we build is only as sturdy as the material it’s made of, and that the durability of the new nation would therefore depend upon the quality of its people.

Ask anyone you know why democracy is the only acceptable form of government, and they will be quick to explain: it’s because other forms provide no remedy for corrupt or tyrannical rulers. But as we have seen, in the inverted monarchy we call democracy, the king’s sovereignty rests, instead, with the people. What remedy, then, do democratic systems provide for a corrupt and tyrannical people? What bulwark do we have against that?

The answer is: nothing — nothing at all — but the Constitution. It is only words on paper, but for two hundred and forty-two years it has, nevertheless, been the bedrock of our public liberty. Beneath it, there is only the abyss.

In these darkening times, then, we should remember the words of Patrick Henry:

“Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel.”

Update: I should not have ended this essay so abruptly. While it is certainly true that the fraying Constitution is all that the nation currently hangs by, the article leaves the reader with the hopeful impression that, if we guard it against further decay, that document can still support the load.

This overlooks, though, that the Constitution of 1787 was, as noted above, “an attempt to design a system whereby a particular sort of people — a proudly self-reliant, moral, and industrious polity, steeped in centuries of British common law, European philosophy, and Judeo-Christian ethical and religious tradition — could govern themselves under ordered liberty, so as to preserve and protect their inalienable natural rights.” In Aristotelian terms, it was a form that was only suited to a particular kind of matter.

And that’s the thing about constitutions. We like to imagine that they perform an act of creation — that they bring into existence, by some magic, a society formed according to their written specifications, and that in virtue of their magical power they can shape any people (any “matter”) into any sort of society whatsoever.

But this has it backwards. What exists a priori is the society, which in turn is an organic expression of the nature of the people. A constitution, to be effective, can only come into being as a kind of “gene expression“, as a codification and clarification of what the people already are.

This means that, for a coherent, harmoniously integrated, and naturally self-governing people, constitutions are almost superfluous, and their binding authority is worn loosely and feels almost weightless. It also means that for a fractious, selfish, unruly, and divided polity, the magic disappears: if the constitution is no longer an organic expression of the qualities of the people themselves, it will be disrespected, resented, ignored, and soon discarded. (As we see.)

With all due respect to Patrick Henry, then, we must acknowledge that no amount of defending the Constitution will do us any good once the polity that gave it expression no longer exists, the form no longer suits the matter, and the magic is gone.

Are we there yet? I certainly hope not, and lately there are heartening signs that the old American nation still has some life left in it, but the rot has gone very deep. The next weeks and months will be critical.

And Now For Something Completely Different

This.

“America First”, And The Uselessness Of Treaties

I’ve just read an outstanding book: America’s Rise And Fall Among Nations: Lessons In Statecraft From John Quincy Adams, by the late Angelo Codevilla. I’ll have more to say about it later, but here’s the gist:

Prior to the takeover of U.S. foreign policy by Progressive world-savers, American statecraft followed the wise course plotted by George Washington and John Quincy Adams: to refrain from meddling in the internal affairs of foreign nations, and to avoid being drawn into their external quarrels, whether by treaty or simple ambition.

Adams (who was arguably the most intelligent and cultured man, and surely the greatest diplomat, ever to hold the office of President), put it thus:

Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence, has been or shall be unfurled, there will [America’s] heart, her benedictions and her prayers be. But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator only of her own. She will recommend the general cause by the countenance of her voice, and the benignant sympathy of her example. She well knows that by once enlisting under other banners than her own, were they even the banners of foreign Independence, she would involve herself beyond the power of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice, envy, and ambition, which assume the colors and usurp the standard of freedom. The fundamental maxims of her policy would insensibly change from liberty to force. The frontlet upon her brow would no longer beam with the ineffable splendor of Freedom and Independence; but in its stead would soon be substituted an Imperial Diadem, flashing in false and tarnished lustre the murky radiance of dominion and power. She might become the dictatress of the world. She would be no longer the ruler of her own spirit.

Adams knew that the duty of American statesmen was to the nation and people whom they served, and to no other. But he also knew that alliances and treaties tend to embroil nations in war far more often than they act as prophylactics against it, and understood that the domestic and international prospects of the United States would best be served by frankness about our national interests, by friendly cooperation with other nations to the extent that our interests allowed or favored, and by honest conversations with foreign nations to seek to bring our interests and theirs into alignment.

Briefly put: to the extent that any two nations’ interests are aligned, treaties are unnecessary. To the extent that their interests diverge, treaties are worthless.

Even more briefly put: words are wind. And this is especially true for democracies and democratic republics, in which the mercurial moods of the mob, and the inconstancy of sovereign power, make it impossible to guarantee that long-term promises will be kept.

Until the beginning of the 20th century “America First” was such a self-evident axiom of American statecraft that it hardly needed mentioning; to imagine any other basis for foreign policy would have been an obvious absurdity. Now, though, the phrase is used by our Progressive elites as a bludgeon for “deplorables”, and for the Right more generally.

Lest it seem that i’m just an old geezer yearning here to roll back the clock to a time when the world was a simpler place, I’ll offer you this passage from Erik von Keuhnelt-Leddihn:

The true rightist is not a man who wants to return to this or that institution for the sake of return; he wants to find out what is eternally true, eternally valid, and then either to return or reinstall it, regardless of whether it seems obsolete, whether it is ancient, contemporary, brand new, or ultramodern. Old truths can be rediscovered, entirely new ones found.

– Leftism Revisited, p. 26

The world may have changed since John Quincy Adams’ time, but the truths of human nature, and of war and diplomacy, are no different than they were in remotest antiquity. We ignore them at our peril, and to our shame. We used to know better.