Invention, The Mother Of Necessity

Imagine for a moment what a collapse of the modern communication grid would be like. All of a sudden, you can no longer make or receive phone calls, emails, or text messages. You try to go to the Internet — news services, social media, etc. — to find out what’s happening, but you can’t. You ask Alexa, but she’s dropped dead. This being 2024, your family is likely scattered all over the country, or the world, and suddenly you have no way to check on them. You drive to the grocery store for supplies, but they cannot process electronic payments. You go to an ATM to get cash, but of course that doesn’t work either, because the banking system is completely disabled. If you had an old-fashioned radio, you might get some information — and you remember there’s one in your car. There’s nothing on the air, though, because everything that’s used by radio stations these days to create and distribute content also relies on the Internet. Whatever you do for a living, the chances are that you aren’t able to do it. Air and rail travel is paralyzed. You might be able to drive around a little, until you run out of gas — because with payment-processing shut down, the gas stations probably are too. (How much cash have you got handy?)

Can you even really imagine what that would be like? Now reflect on how things once were, even in living memory of geezers like me: no Internet; news delivered mostly by radio or print; a single phone in each household, rarely used, with no answering machine. No cell-phones, no email, no social media, no texting. The concentric circles that bounded our lives fell away sharply with physical distance; nearly all of our daily interactions were with people, problems, and obligations in our home or neighborhood. We did arithmetic with a pencil and paper (which meant we had to know how). To pay for things, we used coins and bills, or wrote a paper check. The area around where we lived we generally knew very well, because it was where, mostly, everything of any practical importance in our lives happened; when we wanted to travel farther, we got hold of a paper map, and knew how to use it. If you needed to know something, you had to learn it, and then keep it available in your head. The way we found out things we didn’t know was by asking someone who might know, or, if you were lucky enough to have such things at home, by getting an encyclopedia or dictionary or other resource off the shelf. If that didn’t work, you went to the local library; if it didn’t have what you needed you need to go to a bigger library in a nearby city, or write a letter to someone. Once you’d gone to all that trouble, though, you’d tend to remember what you’d learnt, because things that actually cost you something have value.

All of this shaped the way our minds and our personalities developed. It was a way of existing in the world that had, as one of its chief features, the fact of physical embodiment in a particular place. This grounding in the local and physical was the foundation upon which everything rested; even abstract things, like money or music or written words, presented themselves to us as physical things. To play music, we used objects made of wood and metal that vibrated and made sound; to hear what others had played elsewhere, we put a vinyl disc on a rotating platter. To learn things, or immerse ourselves in stories, we read books made of paper or cloth. To have a meeting with someone, we went and sat in a room with them. To go to school, we went there, and sat in a classroom. To have a photograph of something, we bought a roll of film, put it in a camera, took a few pictures (usually twenty-four or thirty-six pictures to a roll), then carried the film with us to a place where it could be developed, dropped it off, then came back a week or so later, gave the proprietor some bills and coins, and went home with a packet full of physical copies of the photographs we’d made.

Now, on the other hand, everything is completely dematerialized. (I could write another long passage that contrasts what I’ve described above with the way we live now, but there’s no need; anyone reading this knows very well how all these things are done now.) The cost of many of these things — sending mail, taking pictures, listening to recorded music, for example — has fallen, effectively, to zero, and not only in monetary terms, but in terms of the physical efforts and interactions we no longer have to make. We can live, if we like, with hardly any contact with the physical world at all — including physical, or even spoken, interactions with other people.

The masslessness of everything in this new, dematerialized world, combined with the revolutionary effect of immediate global connectedness, means that distance no longer equals time, and so everything is equally connected to everything else. This in turn means that the “concentric circles” that used to bound our lives no longer really exist at all; a dematerialized person in Kuala Lumpur is no farther away than a dematerialized person a mile down the road. Locality, and the fading-away with distance that used to limit what might affect and concern us in our everyday lives, have mostly disappeared; the circle now includes, all at once and with buzzing, pressing immediacy, everyone and everything in the whole, wide world.

This has all happened quite suddenly (I consider the span of one man’s lifetime “sudden” for changes of this magnitude), but for all its rapidity, the change in the way we live has been enormous. It is a testament to our adaptability as a species that we have managed to keep up at all, but frankly I fear that we have only done a partial and superficial job of it, and that in doing so we have wrenched much of what we really are inside badly out of whack. But adapt we have, and eagerly so.

To live in this radically different world, and to take full advantages of the tempting conveniences it offers, we have built an astonishing new framework — a globe-girdling network, with a powerful computer at its every node, that encompasses nearly every aspect of our lives. What this universal dematerialization has made possible would have seemed quite unbelievable to any of us when I was a boy — so much so, in fact, that nobody, not even our most imaginative sci-fi writers and think-tanks saw it coming; we were too busy thinking about how our physical selves would be zooming around in rocket-ships and flying cars. So immense were the powers (and conveniences) we gained that we never looked back, not even for a moment; we switched off the headlights and pressed the pedal to the floor.

Having built this thing, it would be too much to expect, in our feverish excitement, that we’d proceed with caution and try to hang onto the old ways “just in case”: it was all too wonderful. (And don’t get me wrong, it is: in so many ways, it’s a dream come true.) So we went “all in” on it, for decades now, and here we are.

It’s hard not to think that we are almost a different species now than we were just that short while ago. I mean that in the sense that what creates evolutionary speciation is a change of environmental conditions, and with it a change in “selection pressure”: the climate changes, a food source dies out or a new predator appears, and after some winnowing-out the descendants of the original species are fully adapted to the new habitat, and would very possibly not survive in the old one. In our own case, we have largely cast away our old skills and tools for managing the old, physical world we used to live in, and have made our new, non-local, dematerialized selves wholly and utterly dependent on our new, artificial habitat. We wouldn’t remember how to wield the old skills and tools even if we wanted to — and we don’t want to.

The problem, though, is that I think most of us have no idea how fragile and how brittle the infrastructure of our new habitat really is. Unlike the robust infrastructures of the past (Roman viaducts are still standing, after all these long centuries of neglect), our new world isn’t made of stones, but of bits, while the physical system it all rests on is anything but durable.

In 1859, there was an exceptional solar flare — a “coronal mass ejection” that blasted the earth with a titanic pulse of electromagnetic energy. It was so powerful that it set telegraph equipment on fire. It was called the “Carrington Event“, and while it was unusual, such things aren’t all that unusual. If it happened today, it would instantly wipe out our communication and power grids. These networks are also vulnerable to natural disasters, man-made electromagnetic-pulse weapons, other forms of physical sabotage, and dematerialized threats in the form of software attacks.

If that isn’t enough, the global span of this interconnected network means that everything is tightly coupled to everything else to an extent that means that any large-scale failure may have cascading effects that can crash the whole system. Once upon a time, a catastrophe on one side of the world might have little or no effect on the other; that is no longer the case. The world is very small now, and amid all our comforts and conveniences we forget, I think, what a risk we have taken by having made ourselves so completely dependent on moving little packets of electrons and photons through wires and cables.

So: if the grid collapses, what will you do? Things will suddenly get very local, and very physical — like they used to be, but with the difference that we don’t have any idea any longer how to live in such a world. Have you thought about this?

Time Capsule, 79 A.D.

Here’s some good news, for a change: clever application of advanced technology is now making it possible to read ancient Roman scrolls that were carbonized in the devastating first-century eruption of Vesuvius, making them too fragile to unroll.

Learn more here.

Believe It, Or Not

This entry is part 8 of 8 in the series Pilgrim's Progress.

Bill Vallicella, the Maverick Philosopher, has just posted an excellent essay at Substack on why he is inclined toward theism. Longtime readers of this blog will know that this is a topic I’ve been wrestling with for ages, so I’m always glad to find essays like this latest offering from Bill.

Bill asks: why are some people amenable (in some cases, driven) to belief in God, while others simply can’t get there, or even reject the idea with disgust? It seems to require a particular disposition; a nagging intuition that there has to be something beyond and above the physical world we find ourselves dropped into — that there must be something more than just “atoms and the void”. Gurdjieff referred to this disposition as “magnetic centre” — a dissatisfaction with the idea that the physical exhausts the real, and an intuition that higher influences are trying to reach us.

Merely to be dissatisfied with our current reductionist model isn’t enough, though; as an example of this, Bill mentions the philosopher Thomas Nagel, who, despite rejecting materialist “explanations” for the existence of consciousness, said that “I don’t want there to be a God; I don’t want the universe to be like that.” (Nagel remains an atheist.)

Many smug and brainy atheists flatter themselves that it’s simply a matter of intelligence: if you’re smart enough, you’ll see right through the whole theism thing as a defense-mechanism against our natural fear of death and extinction. Not so, says Bill, nor is it any of the other obvious possibilities:

This has nothing to do with intelligence or knowledge or upbringing. Not intelligence: there are both intelligent and unintelligent theists and atheists. Not knowledge: there is no empirical knowledge that rules out theism or rules in atheism. Not upbringing: some are raised atheists and becomes theists, and vice versa. What you need is a certain sort of spiritual depth that is present in, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein, but absent in, say, Daniel Dennett. If you are ‘surface all the way down’ religion won’t get a grip on you. You will not be able to take it seriously. It will strike you as superstitious nonsense, make-believe, wishful thinking, unconscious anthropomorphic projection . . . .

What’s curious to me here is that I’ve been on both sides of this for as long as I can remember. My mother was the daughter of a Scottish minister, but as far as I can recall she never expressed any religious belief at all, and had a feisty antipathy to the idea of any sort of hierarchical or authoritative Church (which might in part be due to her father having been a Congregationalist, though I never discussed it with her). My own father, who grew up in London, was raised as an Anglican; his father, though, was a non-practicing Jew. Both of my parents were scientists, and used to joke that they had had me baptized (I’m not even sure as what), and had kept my younger brother David unbaptized “as a control”. We never went to church, and religion was no part of our lives, but two of their closest friends (I called them Uncle Horton and Uncle Bob) were serious Christians: Horton Davies was a distinguished scholar of the history of the Church, and Robert Montgomery was the minister of the big Presbyterian Church on Nassau Street, and the chaplain of Princeton University. My father certainly had the “magnetic centre”, though, and despite his distinguished career in medical science he never turned his back on the idea of the transcendent. His belief in God seemed to deepen as he aged.

My father also had been introduced, in postwar London, to the ideas of G. I. Gurdjieff (and to the man himself: Gurdjieff, who lived in Paris, used to visit groups in London from the end of the war until his death in 1949). Growing up, I can remember seeing some curious books on the shelf: In Search of the Miraculous; Meetings With Remarkable Men; Beelzebub’s Tales to his Grandson, and others. I knew that my father believed there were difficult and important truths in these books. I never read them myself until quite a bit later.

My own position, through much of my adulthood, was hard-core scientism: the Universe was a cosmic accident; life the product of some lucky chemical event, followed by billions of years of mutation and Darwinian selection; consciousness just some sort of quirk of nature, its mechanism not yet understood but sure to be in the future; and our sense of a hidden magic behind it all no more than a comforting illusion. I’d read Asimov as a boy, and Wells, and later Gould and Dennett and Dawkins. In his book Darwin’s Dangerous Idea (which by the way sparked a bitter feud with Gould), Daniel Dennett quotes an old song, Tell Me Why:

Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me why the ocean’s blue,
And I will tell you just why I love you.

Because God made the stars to shine,
Because God made the ivy twine,
Because God made the ocean blue,
Because God made you, that’s why I love you.

Being Dennett, he then devotes an entire book to smashing this worldview into atoms. I recall also that Isaac Asimov, a secular materialist to the core, had in one of his zillions of books offered his own take on that second verse:

Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine,
Tropisms make the ivy twine,
Rayleigh scattering make skies so blue,
Testicular hormones are why I love you.

I generally agreed.

Nevertheless, behind it all, and despite all my naturalistic bravado, that magnetic centre, that “disposition” Bill refers to, kept nagging at me, and little by little I found my faith — my antireligious faith — beginning to waver. (Encounters with highly intelligent theists, such as Bill himself, were an important influence as well.) I began to realize I wasn’t compelled by reason alone to choose either position.

In Bill’s post he names some of the factors that impel him toward theism. One is that naturalism simply fails to provide answers to several critically important questions, among others why anything exists at all, how life arose, and what gave rise to consciousness. These and others have vexed me as well for a very long time; I used to accept the “promissory notes” given by scientism assuring that they would soon be answered, but became more and more dissatisfied as the years went by. (I have written in some detail about these and other problems in an essay of my own called Pilgrim’s Progress, the first of the linked series of posts that now includes this one.)

Another thing that might tilt a person toward belief — and perhaps the most compelling — is personal religious or mystical experience. Bill mentions two of his own. I had such an experience myself, decades ago. I’ll try to describe it:

At the time I had been impressed enough by the description of Man’s predicament in the Gurdjieff material (I’d finally got around to reading those books my father had on the shelf — combatively at first, but with a growing sense of astonishment at the depth and coherence of the ideas they contained) that I had gone so far as to begin attending weekly meetings at the Gurdjieff Society in New York. We were given exercises in self-observation, in meditation, and in curious, difficult “sacred dances” that were meant to cultivate a peculiar state of attentive self-awareness. It was all very hard work, and nothing much seemed to come of it other than a growing realization of how habitually mechanical and unconscious most of life usually is. We were told, though, that at some point our efforts would be rewarded with a glimpse of what was possible. One night it actually happened.

I’d woken up in the wee hours and gone to the bathroom. While I was in there about my business, I suddenly became fully, astonishingly, Awake — wholly conscious of what I was, and of my relation to, well, everything. I saw with pure clarity the mechanicalness and disarray of my ordinary life, and I saw also, but completely without fear, the fact of my death, and the urgency of using my brief span of life to put myself in the proper orientation to everything around me. I felt a great wave of joy and love and understanding, and knew at once that this was what all the prophets had spoken of, that Buddha and the bodhisattvas were trying to lead us to. I had long heard the phrase “state of Grace”, but suddenly I knew what it meant.

And as soon as this happened, I felt the old thoughts arising – my “monkey mind” trying to claim this miraculous moment as its own, to freeze it, to analyze it, to write a story about it — and it all slipped away and was gone. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a couple of minutes — but it was absolutely unforgettable.

These things, being a matter of purely subjective experience, are useless as objective, third-party “proofs” of anything at all — but for all our bluster about the shared material world, subjective experience is the closest and realest thing of all, and is the actual bedrock of our existence. Nobody who has an experience like that can be quite the same afterward.

Finally, Bill talks about the rational arguments for belief in God. They cannot compel — if they could, this would all have been settled thousands of years ago — but they can, at least, put the possibility of God on as solid a foundation of reason as any that atheism can claim. We are free, equally reasonably, to choose to believe as to deny — and in another in this series of posts, The Parallel Postulate, I consider what that freedom can mean.

Read Bill’s thought-provoking essay here.

Excelsior!

I know that many of you may have been worrying lately about the possibility of some sort of national, or even civilizational, decline. But you should always remember that, as bad as things may seem economically and politically, our popular culture continues to raise the bar for excellence in the fine arts.

So, to lift your spirits a bit, here’s musician ‘Ice Spice’, performing her latest composition, “Think U the Shit (Fart)”:

I know you’ll want to sing along, so here are the lyrics:

[Intro]
What the fuck I’ma say in the intro?
Hahaha
You want me to say somethin’ so bad
(Stop playin’ with ’em, Riot)
Can you, please?

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)

[Verse 1]
Take-takin’ her man (Takin’ her man)
Don’t give a fuck (Don’t give a fuck)
Out in the Yams (Out in the Yams)
And I’m keepin’ one tucked (Keepin’ one tucked)
I make me some jams (I make me some jams)
Unlock that advance (Unlock that advance)
I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands)
Just to do my lil’ dance (Grrah)
Bitch, I’m a brand (Like)
Bitch, I’m a baddie, I get what I want (Damn)
All in Balenci’, I look like a bum
I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (Hump)
Walk through and start shakin’ my hips
I’ma dip when I stack all my chips (Like)
Strip a dummy, I want the whole ‘fit
I got a French nigga sendin’ me tips, grrah

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)

[Verse 2]
His bitch at home playin’ dress-up (Huh?)
She must’ve thought she could catch up (Grrah)
I got my foot on they necks, I can’t let up (Grrah)
She all on the floor, told her get up (Get up)
She my son, but I ain’t her mammy (I ain’t her mammy)
Bitches can’t stand me (Bitches can’t stand me)
Eat through my panties (Eat through my panties)
Hard knock life, no Annie
I need a vacay, I’m losin’ my tan (Damn)
I’d lose anything before my man
I’m a pretty bitch, I don’t like fightin’
On the beat, I’m goin’ Super Saiyan (Grrah)
I said, “Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?” (Huh?)
Leave a bum nigga lookin’ embarrassed (Like)
Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (Grrah)
That shit cray like them niggas in Paris

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts (Like)
Bitches be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)

Jim Kalb On Inclusiveness

I’ve just read Against Inclusiveness: How the Diversity Regime is Flattening America and the West and What to Do About It, by James Kalb.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the name, Jim was the original proprietor of the influential blog View From The Right (archived here), which he then handed off to the late Lawrence Auster. (It’s hard to believe Larry Auster has been gone for over a decade now; many of us considered his daily analysis indispensable. But as Degaulle once pointed out, “the cemeteries are filled with indispensable men”.)

Jim is a trenchant critic of our crumbling modern culture, and he writes with clarity and intelligence.

On the absurdity of identifying discrimination with “hate”:

Proponents of inclusion often claim that discrimination based on non-liberal criteria has to do with irrational fear and hatred. No less unreasonably, they could make that claim about almost any choice or reason for choosing. People who join clubs for graduates of State U must hold alumni of other institutions in contempt. Those who take their coffee breaks at Joe’s Diner must hate and fear Bob’s Coffee Shop. Such claims would be silly. They become no more sensible when transposed to considerations of sex, ethnicity, lifestyle, and so on. My innate and acquired tendencies, my manner of life, and the tastes, values, connections, loyalties, and expectations with which I grew up, determine how I am to deal with at least as much as my formal qualifications. There is no reason people should ignore the former but not the latter, even when the former bring sex, culture, and other innate or inherited connections into the picture. [p. 23]

On the narrowing effect inclusiveness (see also my own take on this, here):

An inclusivist society denies the freedom to associate and forces religious and social conservatives, as well as ethnics attached to inherited ways and loyalties, to treat their religion, ethnic culture, and moral traditions as irrelevant to everything that matters. [p.55]

… Liberalism is power that hides itself. In order to make good on its claim to achieve equality and combine it with freedom and democracy, it must keep the people from causing problems by exercising their freedom. “Celebrating diversity” helps it do so by insisting that all beliefs and cultures be given equal credit. The result is that none of them can be allowed to affect anything that matters. All significant decisions must be made by someone who can pass himself off as an outside authority applying neutral standards of human rights, economic efficiency, and administrative effectiveness. [p.58]

Every total State must control or break apart forms of association that compete with it for loyalty and power. Typically the family is at or near the top of the list:

Family life provides an example of the effect of inclusiveness on informal local structures. Men and women differ, and connections between them that build on those differences are basic to all societies. To forbid sex discrimination is to forbid responding to the differences coherently and unaffectedly. It also makes it impossible to provide social definition and support for settled relationships between the sexes. Such relationships become a private matter no different from any informal connection among individuals. The result is to deprive marriage and the family of specific structure and function. They become names for a variety of arrangements, none of which has any authority, because none can be treated as better than any other. The consequence is destruction of definite family responsibilities, fostering distrust between the sexes, fragmented and dysfunctional families, impoverished adults, and badly raised, often abused, children. The official response to such problems, apart from further attacks on sexual and other distinctions, is extension of bureaucratic social welfare systems that displace local arrangements and networks. This response further undercuts family and community life by depriving them of their functions and so makes matters worse in the long run. [p.80]

On the suppression and negativization of culture:

The antidiscrimination principle forbids any particular culture to be authoritative, since this would discriminate against those with a different cultural background. The logical effect is the abolition of culture as such. What cannot be public and authoritative is not culture, but private habit and taste. [p.104]

… the abolition of culture gives prominence to the crudest and most antisocial impulses, and, in the absence of social ties and an attractive conception of the good life, the basis for social cohesion can only be negative. The cohesion of the advanced liberal state therefore depends on hatred of its presumed enemies: racists, sexists, bigots, and homophobes. [p.120]

There is much, much more. The book is already a decade old, but its analysis is even more pertinent now. Get a copy and read it.

Asymmetrical Warfare

In America, we hear a great deal about the “rule of law”. We flatter ourselves that we have managed, by the genius of the Founding, to find a way to be ruled, not merely by the vector-sum of the will of powerful men, but by a set of abstract principles. We imagine that in this way we have achieved what Carl Schmitt called the “neutralization of the political”. And so we subordinate ourselves to an apparatus — the State — that implements these neutralizing abstractions.

We now see all around us that all of this is failing. Why? For two reasons.

The first is that, as Schmitt made clear, you cannot escape the political. Any abstract legal system must rest on moral and philosophical axioms, and given the inevitable diversity of human opinions about such things, and the conflict of human interests, there are only two possible outcomes: either that which can be “neutralized” is simply the unimportant residue that remains when all of those differences are excluded; or there will be strife and struggle over what those axioms are, and how they should be expressed in law.

The size of the residue that can genuinely be neutralized depends upon the commonality of opinion and moral intuition among the people to be governed: the more commonality, the more can be abstracted away from the political. With high diversity, or bipolarity, of these opinions and intuitions, the residue that can be “neutralized” shrinks to the point that it includes nothing that really matters, while everything else is subject to the “friend/enemy” distinction that is the essence of the political. (While we can in principle imagine a society so coherent, so perfectly unified in axioms and opinions, that everything can be neutralized and politics vanishes, such a society has yet to exist, and you shouldn’t hold your breath.)

This difference in the inherent limit of the possible attenuation of the political is why homogenous nations tend more to be ruled by law, while in radically diverse nations, in which political conflict potentially engrosses every aspect of society, order must usually be maintained by a central authority powerful enough to suppress the political, or by physical separation of groups and factions, with some local autonomy, or both.

In a divided society, there are two ways in which a political faction can express itself through the ostensibly neutral medium of the “rule of law”: first, by controlling the creation and content of the laws themselves, or second, by controlling the application and enforcement of the law. To the extent that the law embodies disputed principles, it ceases to be neutral, and becomes political. It becomes an arena of struggle between friends and enemies — and the smaller the area of actual neutrality, the more bitter and existential the struggle becomes. The “rule of law”, at that point, becomes nothing more than a pretense, a façade to mask what is actually only a contest for power. At this point the law, stripped of neutrality but retaining its power, becomes a weapon.

Once this happens, those who continue to believe, by a habitual or sentimental attachment, in the neutrality of the law become vulnerable to its use as a weapon, and those whose aim is to dominate by any means necessary can use this to their advantage. The late Saul Alinksy, in his influential manual of subversion Rules for Radicals, understood this well, and enshrined it as his Rule #4:

Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.

We see in today’s news just how this weapon works. A litigious front organization calling itself the Satanic Temple exploited our commitment to religious tolerance to erect a statue of Baphomet — an overt and ostentatious display of reverence to the Devil — as part of a Christmas display at Iowa’s state Capitol. A man by the name of Michael Cassidy was outraged enough at this desecration to take the bait, and beheaded the thing. He has now been charged with — can you guess? — a “hate crime”.

That this is a pure example of Rule #4 — a wholly malicious exploitation of a “neutral” loophole intended to allow Americans to pursue the holy in their own way — is evident in the Satanic Temple’s description of itself:

Founded in 2013, the Salem, Massachusetts-based Satanic Temple says it doesn’t believe in Satan but describes itself as a “non-theistic religious organization” that advocates for secularism.

This, then, is the fundamental weakness of a system like ours: it was designed centuries ago for a homogeneous society that shared not only a heritage and history, but also an anchoring and unifying belief in a transcendent moral order. It provided a degree of individual liberty that could only succeed if the people who were to live by it were able to govern themselves according to principles upon which there was broad and basic agreement. As John Adams put it:

Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious People. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.

In Aristotelian terms, it was a form that was suitable only for a particular kind of “matter”. But that matter now is not what it was. Gone, in large part, are the shared heritage and history, and the commonality of language and culture — the horizontal ligatures that bound the founding generation together as a nation. Most corrosive of all, though, is the loss of our “anchoring and unifying belief in a transcendent moral order”.

These losses mean that the “rule of law” is now no longer a neutral thing at all. We see in its asymmetrical application that it is now only a bludgeon, and it is in the hands of the Enemy.

Here’s one more thing to think about: it has been understood at least since Hobbes that there is a mutual relationship between obedience and protection. If we are to grant to the State (or any entity) the power to rule us, then we are entitled to insist, in return, that it protect us. Now look at our cities, at our border, at the chaos of 2020, at the fate of Daniel Penny, at the overt legal harassment and persecution of political opposition, and ask yourself: how’s that contract working out? Still feeling obedient?

– PS: If you have the time to listen to a podcast, see Auron Macintyre’s rousing commentary on the Iowa story, here.

Science vs. “Science”

With a hat-tip to our reader and commenter, the indefatigable JK, I offer you a detailed essay by Dr. Roy Spencer about climate modeling. (Dr. Spencer’s CV is here. Keep it in mind next time somebody tells you the scientific consensus among Actual Climate Scientists is “settled”.)

One of the key ideas in this article is that for the Earth’s average surface temperature to vary over time means that the energy lost to space must be greater or less than the energy it receives from the Sun. For it to remain constant, solar energy and radiative heat loss must be in perfect balance, and that this state of equilibrium is assumed to be Earth’s default condition — despite obvious (And enormous) fluctuations in the past that could not possibly have been caused by human activity.

We read:

The average rate of energy gain by the global climate system from sunlight is variously estimated to be 235 to 245 Watts per square meter (W/m2), so, for purposes of discussion the assumption is 240 W/m2. For global temperatures to remain approximately constant over time, the rate of energy loss by the system to outer space, which occurs through infrared (IR) “heat” radiation, must also be approximately 240 W/m2.

But just how well do climate researchers know these numbers, and what is the evidence that there is a natural balance between them? The best satellite measurements from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration’s (NASA’s) Clouds and the Earth’s Radiant Energy System’s (CERES’s) instruments are only accurate to a few W/m2 (about 1 percent of the average energy flows). To estimate the level of global energy imbalance, researchers use long-term measurements of the gradual warming of the global average oceans to estimate the energy imbalance. From the observed rates of warming of the deep ocean it is straightforward to compute that the current energy imbalance is only about 0.6 W/m2, which is a tiny fraction of the approximate 240 W/m2 natural energy flows. This imbalance is thus considerably smaller (by about a factor of four) than the accuracy with which one can measure global average rates of energy gain and loss in and out of the climate system using satellites.

This is important because it means that some portion of recent warming could be natural. But since climate researchers do not understand natural sources of climate change, such as those that caused the Roman Warm Period of about 2,000 years ago, the Medieval Warm Period of about 1,000 years ago, and the Little Ice Age several centuries ago, most climate researchers simply assume that a similar event is not happening today.

Instead of admitting that natural processes could be at work in causing climate change, “energy equilibrium” is what is assumed by the mainstream climate research community for the natural state of climate system unaffected by humans. The members of this community assume that the rate of energy input into the climate system from the sun is, on average, exactly equal to the rate of energy loss to outer space from IR radiation when averaged globally and over many years. The current, small roughly 0.6 W/m2 imbalance in the approximate 240 W/m2 energy flows in and out of the climate system is then entirely blamed on the burning of fossil fuels.

But this energy balance assumption for the Earth is a statement of faith, not science.

Climate models, then, begin with this assumption. But this means that they have to build it, somehow, into the model: in order to make sure that the CO2 concentration is the only variable that can actually tip this otherwise-static balance, the model has to be designed so that all the other effects add up to a net warming of zero. But because the complexities of the climate system are not fully understood, these simplifying models require some bits — “fudge factors” — that are simply put in by hand to make everything neatly cancel out.

Even once this is done, the various models don’t agree:

The large number of climate models produce global warming rates which vary by about a factor of three between them (1.8°C to 5.6°C) in response to a doubling of atmospheric CO2 (2 x CO2). In 2023, Earth’s atmosphere was about 50 percent of the way to 2 x CO2. Amazingly, this factor-of-three range of warming projections has not changed in the more than 30 years of climate-model improvements. This proves that climate-model forecasts are not, as is often claimed, based on proven physics. If they were, they would all produce about the same amount of warming.

This disagreement is because the Earth is not simply a ball absorbing and radiating heat according to the concentration of atmospheric greenhouse gases; it is, rather a chaotic system that involves all sorts of positive and negative feedback — and the very essence of chaotic, nonlinear dynamic systems is that they are “algorithmically incompressible”: there is no model of lower complexity than the system itself that can accurately predict its future state. So every climate model is necessarily based on guesses and intuitions in the places where, in a God’s-eye view, the chaos would be. And so they vary in their predictions. Nearly all of them have overpredicted warming so far — and of course the direst predictions are the ones that make the news, and that our institutions seize upon for fearmongering when seeking money and power.

There is much more. Read the whole thing here.

Bob Zimmerman of the space-sciences website Behind The Black comments here.

Meanwhile, here is a report that claims there is good reason to suspect a significant warming bias in our surface-temperature measurement stations.

Also: not mentioned in Spencer’s essay is natural variation in solar output. I’ve mentioned over the years a book called The Neglected Sun, which discusses this in detail.

Finally, here’s a ten-year-old post of my own, outlining my view of this “crisis” at the time. All that’s changed in 2024 is that I think the ulterior motives are vastly more obvious now, and the social and economic havoc wrought by this fanaticism has only accelerated.

Dean Brown, 1955-2024

I’m saddened today by some bad news: the death of guitarist Dean Brown, who was a beautiful, gifted musician and a hell of a nice guy. He had for several months been battling a mysterious form of cancer, and on January 26th he lost the fight.

My deepest sympathies to his wife Ruth, and his family.

Aristophanes, Call Your Office

Making the rounds today is a graph taken from the Financial Times, showing that there is a widening gap in political outlook, across the developed world, between males and females aged 18-29. The source article is here, but it’s paywalled, so I’ll sum it up for you: women are moving sharply to the left, while men are moving to the right.

Here, for example, is the graph for Germany:

And here’s South Korea:

The FT is aghast, but the only thing that’s surprising to me about this is that it’s taken this long. The triumph of feminism, the rapid ascension to power of women in the decades since the 60s, and the relentless feminization of every institution high and low, have had ample time now to show their destructive effect: not only on society as a whole (low wages, expansion of the welfare state, mass immigration, etc., would be nowhere near the problems they are today had all of this not happened), but also on women themselves, who consistently report declining happiness. (This is always referred to as a “paradox“, although there’s nothing at all paradoxical about radical social engineering, and wholesale disruption of natural and traditional roles, having unintended consequences.)

In particular, the intensifying effeminization of everything has, since the Great Awokening of a decade ago, led to increasingly strident denunciation of masculinity itself as a toxin to be flushed out of our social and political systems. I think that what’s happening here is a different kind of “awakening” — more in line with the actual meaning of the word, which connotes becoming conscious of reality again after sleeping and dreaming — in which young men are beginning to understand the consequences, both for themselves and the communities they live in, of this decades-long experiment in reinventing the world. (And, of course, after a while you also grow tired of being called out as a focus of evil just for being a guy, and you start wanting to push back a little. About time, fellas.)

We read:

Korea’s is an extreme situation, but it serves as a warning to other countries of what can happen when young men and women part ways. Its society is riven in two. Its marriage rate has plummeted, and birth rate has fallen precipitously, dropping to 0.78 births per woman in 2022, the lowest of any country in the world.

This has it exactly backward. Nobody who sees what should be self-evident to all would ascribe these low birthrates to the sexes “parting ways”; it is, rather, because we’ve made them too much alike. It’s the perfectly predictable effect of having spent decades turning everything upside down to make women be more like men, and men more like women. But just as with magnets, it’s the opposite poles that attract. This should be blindingly obvious! — but it stubbornly isn’t. (Here’s me, commenting on this ten long years ago.)

“But why”, you ask, “if things are indeed going so badly for everyone in the estrogen-drenched longhouse of our brave new world, are women doubling down, and getting even woker?”

I’ll leave that as “an exercise for the reader”.

Here There Be Monsters

With a hat-tip to Bill Vallicella, here is a sickening dispatch, posted in a Disqus comment-thread at Powerline, by “Diego Palma“, who says he lives in Arizona at the Mexican border.

Is this real? I have no way of knowing. The place Mr. Palma describes certainly is; it’s at 31°20’3.81″N, 110° 8’53.86″W, and if look at those coordinates in satellite imagery you can see the dry riverbed he describes below. And the nearby Mexican town he mentions, Cananea, is most certainly a dangerous place.

Read the story he tells below, and then ask yourself whether evil is real, and who you would rather have in the Oval Office a year from now.

The disaster on what used to be the southern border has become such a catastrophe that even a large percentage of clueless nitwits among the citizenry are starting to take notice. I appreciate the seemingly increasing interest on the part of the owners of PLB to address and report on the invasion.

Most people outside of Arab immigrants to America and anti-Semitic Democrats were horrified at what happened in Israel on October 7th and what has been happening to the surviving hostages.

I want to tell all of you plainly, clearly and forcefully that there is a terrorist organization, equally as savage and barbaric as Hamas, that is in total control of our southern border with Mexico. Not only are they in control of our border, but they are venturing further and further into the interior of the United States. They are richer than Midas, numerous and armed to the teeth.

On our land here, there is a wash which extends almost to the town of Cananea in Sonora. A wash is similar to a dry river bed. It only contains water after a decent rain. The Narco coyotes used to use this wash as their “highway” into Arizona. One morning I was out checking on the livestock and at the point where the wash enters from Mexico was something I thought I would never see in real life. The Sicarios had taken mesquite limbs, sharpened both ends, put one end into the ground and impaled the heads of 7 illegals who had tried to enter Arizona without paying their fee to the narcos. I rode to Cananea, got the chief of police and took him to see what I had found. The man bent over and threw up for almost a half hour. He returned to Cananea, drove to Nogales, Sonora, and got the head of the Federales and some of his men to return with him to the scene. Our own CBP had neither the time nor the resources to investigate as Biden has them too busy ushering illegals across the border into our country.

After this incident, I most every night go out and keep watch. It’s sort of hard to sleep knowing such monsters are prowling very close to where one sleeps. One night as I was headed to my normal lookout. I heard crying and whimpering which I was certain was coming from women. I crawled up to look over a rise and there in a small sand clearing were a group of women tied up, The men were laying on the ground, and I later found out they had all been stabbed to death. The Coyotes were one by one gang raping these women and girls. As I was alone, there wasn’t too much I could do other than fire one of my guns into the air. I rode home in the pitch black as fast as I could and called my friend in Cananea. He notified the federales and we led them to where it had happened. We found the bodies of the men and several of the women. They had been brutally murdered.

Your government is betraying you. Your Republican senators eager to make a horrible deal with the government for the sake of expedited aid to Ukraine are betraying you.

I really don’t know what else I can say to you people. I look at most of the politicians in Washington and I see bird brains. Nikki Haley, the darling of the neocon GOP establishment wants to bring one million Arabs from Gaza to live permanently in our country. What is wrong with this woman? What is wrong with the people who know what is going on and look the other way? What is wrong with the people who don’t even want to look at all? One of these days these monsters will be looking you in the face. What will you do then?

One Nation, Divisible, Under Nothing Much At All

In yesterday’s post about the looming showdown between Texas and Washington over securing the border, I wrote:

The so-called “rule of law”, and obedience to the formal structures of government, are all that stand, in a vast and divided nation, between order and chaos; they are the load-bearing walls that support the great (and trembling) edifice of American civilization. Every crack in them weakens its structural soundness, and puts more strain on other parts of its frame and foundation; and as the little fractures multiply, they lead to bigger and bigger ones, until the whole thing comes crashing down. (I’m not making this up, mind: this is, over and over again, how nations die.)

A commenter posting as “Max” (writing, I believe, from Germany), had this to say:

Your use of “nation” is hard to comprehend for a European. Outside of the US, a nation is usually understood as a people having common ancestors as well as a common language, culture, and religion.

From my perspective, the US is lacking all that. Hence, there are several nations inside the territory of the US rather than just one. The word “empire” is therefore a better fit than “nation”.

So far empires have not nearly been as durable as nations. What you describe is how empires die. Nations are not held together by rule of law. Empires are held together by rule of law or — as you might find out soon — by brute force.

Max is right. I’ve written for years about the importance of a shared culture to nationhood, and about the plain fact that America, by that criterion, hardly exists as a nation anymore. See, to offer a few examples, my posts The Narrowing Effect Of Diversity (2017); Simple Common Sense About Diversity And Immigration (2013); Gradually, Then Suddenly (2015); Commonality Of Atoms (2015); and Is America A “Proposition Nation”? (2019).

In the last of these I quote John Jay, writing in Federalist #2:

With equal pleasure I have as often taken notice that Providence has been pleased to give this one connected country to one united people–a people descended from the same ancestors, speaking the same language, professing the same religion, attached to the same principles of government, very similar in their manners and customs, and who, by their joint counsels, arms, and efforts, fighting side by side throughout a long and bloody war, have nobly established general liberty and independence.

So, yes, I have long understood that commonality of heritage, language, folkways, etc., are essential for nationhood. Given that, then, I have to ask myself: why did I still use the term “nation” to describe the United States? Max’s term, “empire”, is really far more apt (and I have used it often to describe America’s position in the wider world).

The best answer I can give is that I am old, and that I can still remember the Before Time, when we really did, despite our small amount of baked-in diversity, still think of ourselves as “One nation, under God, indivisible”. When I was a child, America’s composition was roughly 90% white people of European descent, just under 10% black, and a fraction of 1% anything else. It was also unabashedly Christian, with a sturdy sense of the transcendent and of the role of Providence (as noted by Jay, above) in our fate and fortune. As a schoolboy I put my hand over my heart each morning, along with every other child in America, and pledged allegiance to what we genuinely believed was “one nation”. In that America of the Before Time, from sea to shining sea we honored our founders, and our shared national mythos, with a reverence and gratitude that was deep and genuine. Yes, we had our troubles and disagreements, but even so we always felt that they were more like family quarrels, and that despite them we were all in it together. We knew that our history, like any family’s history, was stained and imperfect, but beneath it all we still thought America was fundamentally — exceptionally! — good, and we were proud to be part of it.

None of this is true any longer. That core American family still exists, mostly outside our major cities — but its numbers are dwindling, and as it fades into minority status, so does its political and cultural power. What exists outside that shrinking circle is nothing that resembles a “nation” in any meaningful sense at all, but rather a congeries of squabbling tribes and factions from everywhere on Earth, who form loose political coalitions when it suits them, but who are bound together in commonality and reciprocal duty by nothing at all. Above it all, doing whatever it must to retain its grip, is our ruling class, sitting astride the colossal Federal behemoth. They divide to conquer:

Their vision of America is a rootless, deracinated, atomized people, cut off from tradition, heritage, religion, and all reverence for the past; they seek to encourage this not only by reviling and denouncing America’s past in education and mass media, but also by flooding the country with uncountable millions of aliens who share none of America’s traditions, folklore, culture, byways, or mythos, thereby making any reliance upon such things for the preservation of social cohesion — and without such shared values and beliefs there can be no more social cohesion within a nation’s borders than there is in an airport lounge — an act of “bigotry”, “xenophobia”, and “exclusion”. The aim is to eliminate altogether the “civil society” and horizontal ligatures that have throughout all of human history bound people into organic and healthy communities, leaving behind a flattened and stifling two-level hierarchy: below, a solipsistic, radically individualized populace, stripped of everything but the appetites of the present moment, and severed from the extension in time, and thereby the deep sense of duty and connection to the dead and the unborn, that has been the hallmark of healthy societies always and everywhere; while above them squats a vast, tutelary, managerial bureaucracy.

And just as the horizontal bindings of the former nation are withering away, so is its extension in time:

Until now, every generation of every civilization saw itself as a living bridge between past and future — as heirs and beneficiaries of the productive labor of their forebears, and stewards of that treasure for children yet unborn. But now, having pulled up our roots (and salted the earth from which they sprang), we have no inheritance to cherish and preserve; that which we have not simply squandered, we have taught ourselves to despise. We have, therefore, nothing to offer our posterity, and so if we think of it at all, it is only to turn away in guilt, and to focus on what we can take for ourselves right now. If that weren’t enough, we also find ourselves in a time of exponential social and technological change. Even those of us who do seek to preserve our inheritance can hardly imagine how.

It’s often been said that civilization is, at bottom, the organization of “low time preference”: the deferral of present consumption to take advantage of the increase of the relative value of future goods. But in order for that strategy to work, one has to be confident in a stable future. When things change too rapidly, and we can no longer be sure that our efforts today stand a reasonable chance of bearing fruit in later years, it drives time preference toward the present. And that, in turn, undermines the very foundation upon which civilization is erected.

So when a civilization becomes unstable, or when the pace of change becomes too rapid, there is a cascading time-preference effect, a kind of negative-feedback loop that begins to take hold.

All of these things, then, work together: multiculturalism, through a process of historical “stenosis”, severs the past; this loss of heritage, in turn, diminishes a society’s sense of obligation to its ancestors, and stewardship for its descendants; rapid technological and social change diminishes the surety of the future. All of this drives time-preference toward the present — which manifests itself in hedonism, present consumption, loss of social cohesion (why pull together when there’s nothing to pull for?), and declining birth-rates. Finally, the foreshortening of time-preference attacks the bedrock of civilization itself, in an accelerating, destructive cycle.

In conclusion: I stand corrected. For me to have called the America of 2024 a “nation” was, as much as it grieves me to accept it, a sentimental inaccuracy.

A Higher Duty

Yesterday, five justices of the Supreme Court (the obvious ones, plus Barrett and Roberts) decided to lift an injunction against the Biden administration’s attempt to force open the portions of the national border in Texas that Texas had unilaterally decided to seal off with razor wire and other barriers.

Think about that; the administration appealed to the high Court to prevent Texas from securing the border — a thing that, if the government in Washington has any obligations to the nation at all, should be paramount: to defend the nation against invasion. And five of the justices agreed.

Preventing invasion being a thing that absolutely must be done, the government of Texas, seeing that Washington has abrogated its most essential responsibility, has taken it upon itself to stymie the invaders. Now it faces a terrible choice: abandon that sacred duty, or defy both the Supreme Court and the Biden administration. So far, Texas refuses to allow Federal agents to destroy the barrier: it chooses duty over obedience. I reluctantly, but wholeheartedly, support them in this.

Why “reluctantly”? Because when the cables that hold a constitutional republic together begin to snap, then chaos, disintegration, and very often war, are never far behind. Already many American cities had decided to annul, by refusing to enforce, our immigration laws, and more recently president Biden has decided to push ahead with student-loan “forgiveness”, despite having been admonished by the Court that he had no authority to do so. Now Texas is defying the Court as well.

The so-called “rule of law”, and obedience to the formal structures of government, are all that stand, in a vast and divided nation, between order and chaos; they are the load-bearing walls that support the great (and trembling) edifice of American civilization. Every crack in them weakens its structural soundness, and puts more strain on other parts of its frame and foundation; and as the little fractures multiply, they lead to bigger and bigger ones, until the whole thing comes crashing down. (I’m not making this up, mind: this is, over and over again, how nations die.)

Why “wholeheartedly”? Because when a ship is holed below the waterline, the crew have to close the watertight compartments and man the pumps, regardless of whether the captain gives the order or not, is too drunk or otherwise incapacitated to do what’s needed, or even if he is bent on sabotage. It’s better to face a court-martial than to drown — and after all, there are the passengers to think of as well.

As Andrew Jackson once said, speaking of the Chief Justice: “John Marshall has made his decision. Now let him enforce it!” This time around, it’s Greg Abbott and John Roberts. What will happen in the coming days? Who will blink? We’ll see.

Are We Loving Modernity Yet?

Look at this sickening video:

This is a technology still in its infancy. The drone you see pursuing and killing this terrified man was guided by someone sitting comfortably in perfect safety far away.

It’s possible that the person at the controls felt, for a moment at least, the mortal panic of the doomed soldier that he (or even, God help us, she) chased down and blew to pieces. In a few years, though, even that won’t be necessary; onboard computers running “intelligent” software will hunt their targets entirely on their own. There will be no act of killing, let alone torture by mortal desperation, by anyone involved. At every level there will be moral distance and deniability.

We’ve been moving in this direction since the invention of the stirrup. Every advance in the technology of warfare has been an incremental chipping-away of the personal responsibility of murder in conflict: from the arrow-storm of Crécy, to the bombardment at Borodino, to the grapeshot at Antietam, the sausage-grinder of the Somme, the incineration of Dresden, and the atomic obliteration of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. (I might also add the pandemic of 2020.) Compare this with the greatest story ever told of the personality of war, the Iliad of Homer.

Is this “progress”? I don’t know. On the one hand, perhaps we must pass through these stages of horror — a kind of reductio ad absurdum — before something essential, some sort of sacred reaction, is awakened in us that will lift us to the next level of consciousness. Or perhaps there really is no meaning to anything at all, and this is just where things have got to, and we are simply more and more dead inside.

I’m aware, of course, that the awfulness of war is nothing new. (Have you read Junger’s Storm of Steel?) This particular species of horror, though — guided, personal pursuit by an implacable, inanimate killer — is something new in the world.

In Churchill’s “Finest Hour” speech of June 18th, 1940, he warned that if the Allied cause failed, “then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.”

We won that war. But the Dark Age, with its perverted science, seems to be upon us nevertheless.

Update, 1/23:

Above, I wrote:

…perhaps we must pass through these stages of horror — a kind of reductio ad absurdum — before something essential, some sort of sacred reaction, is awakened in us that will lift us to the next level of consciousness. Or perhaps there really is no meaning to anything at all, and this is just where things have got to, and we are simply more and more dead inside.

Yeah, I got a little cosmic there. Just to be clear: nothing is about to “uplift the consciousness” of the great, hulking mass of humanity, so don’t hold your breath on that one, folks. War will always be with us. That doesn’t mean, however, that “there is no meaning to anything at all”. Really my point here is that the depersonalization and dematerialization our accelerating technological advances are causing are taking us to dark places we never meant to go, faster than we can keep up.

Reader Poll: The Road Ahead

OK, folks, we are heading into a year that will likely make the last few seem like “the good old days”. I have put together a bluntly and unsentimental list of some of the direst possibilities. Which of these seem likely?

1) 9/11-level terror attack
2) New and far deadlier pandemic
3) Trump jailed
4) Trump assassinated
5) Widespread summer riots
6) China moves against Taiwan
7) War with China
8) War with Russia
9) War with Iran
10) Martial law/general suspension of rights
11) Colossal natural disaster
12) Grid failure
13) None of the above; you’re far too pessimistic, Malcolm!

Ukraine

One of the reasons that I laid off blogging for a while was that it had become just too dispiriting to try to speak the truth while living in a world of lies. Among the worst of these webs of falsehood (and outright stupidity) was the Narrative about our relationship with Russia in the post-Soviet era — which was used to justify, among other things, the relentless expansion of our empire in NATO; the U.S.-backed overthrow of the government of Ukraine in 2014; the combination of government institutions, Democrat political operators, almost all of our news media, and countless “useful idiots” to propagate the “Russian collusion” hoax; and finally, and most unforgivably of all, the willful destruction of Ukraine by consigning it, with the enthusiastic approval of the U.S. Congress and imbeciles in every corner of blue America, to utter ruination in the meat-grinder of an unwinnable proxy war. We fawned over the grifter and megalomaniac Zelenskyy, and sent scores of billions of our borrowed money to prolong the catastrophe, as we proudly waved those blue-and-yellow flags, in our safety and comfort, to show that We Care.

As a nation we should be paralyzed with shame and horror for the misery, suffering, devastation and death we have caused with such characteristically blithe arrogance — but we’ll just shrug it off and move along as always. So many of us tried, since the beginning of this unnecessary war, to sound the alarm, to wake people up, to shake them out of this madness, but to no avail.

My God, people, are we really this stupid, this careless? Evidently so. It makes me want to vomit.

I just saw this on Twitter, from someone named Maria Mateiciuc:

I just got back from Ukraine, where I was visiting some friends.

Everything we have heard about what’s happening in Ukraine is a lie.

The reality is darker, bleaker, and unequivocally hopeless. There is no such thing as Ukraine “winning” this war.

– By their estimates, they have lost over one million of their sons, fathers and husbands; an entire generation is gone.
– Even in the Southwest, where the anti-Russian sentiment is long-standing, citizens are reluctant or straight-up scared to publicly criticize Zelensky; they will go to jail.
– In every village and town, the streets, shops, and restaurants are mostly absent of men.
– The few men who remain are terrified of leaving their homes for fear of being kidnapped into conscription. Some have resorted to begging friends to break their legs to avoid service.
– Army search parties take place early in the morning, when men leave their homes to go to work. They ambush and kidnap them off the streets and within 3-4 hours they get listed in the army and taken away straight to the front lines with minimal or no training at all; it is “a death sentence.”
– It’s getting worse every day. Where I was staying, a dentist had just been taken by security forces on his way to work, leaving behind two small children. Every day, 3-5 dead bodies keep arriving from the front lines.
– Mothers and wives fight tooth and nail with the armed forces, beg and plead not to have their men taken away. They try bribing, which sometimes works, but most of the time they are met with physical violence and death threats.
– The territory celebrated as having been “won back” from Russia has been reduced to rubble and is uninhabitable. Regardless, there is no one left to live there and displaced families will likely never return.
– They see the way the war has been reported, at home and abroad. It’s a “joke” and “propaganda.” They say: “Look around: is this winning?”.
– Worse, some have been hoaxed into believing that once Ukrainians forces are exhausted, American soldiers will come in to replace them and “win the war”.

There is no ambiguity in these people. The war was for nothing – a travesty. The outcome always was, and is, clear. The people are hopeless, utterly destroyed, and living in an unending nightmare.

They are pleading for an end, any end – most likely the same “peace” that could have been achieved two years ago. In their minds, they have already lost, for their sons, fathers and husbands are gone, and their country has been destroyed. There is no “victory” that can change that.

Make no mistake, they are angry with Putin. But they are also angry with Zelensky and the West. They have lost everything, worst of all, hope and faith, and cannot comprehend why Zelenky wishes to continue the current trajectory, the one of human devastation.

I didn’t witness the war; but what I saw was absolutely heart-breaking.

Shame on the people, regardless of their intentions, who have supported this war. And shame on the media for continuing to lie about it.

How Many Fingers, Winston?

Here’s something refreshing: James Hankins, a senior professor of history at Harvard, having been pestered by the harridans of the university’s Diversity Office to provide a personal statement of his commitment to the Cause, has penned a tart reply (cf. the Reply of the Zhaporozhian Cossacks to Mehmed IV).

We read:

Dear Members of Harvard’s Faceless Bureaucracy:

You ask me to explain my thinking about DEI. The fact is that I don’t think about it (or them?) at all if I can help it. Sherlock Holmes once told Watson that he couldn’t be bothered to know about Copernicus’ theory of heliocentrism because it took up valuable space in his brain which he needed for his work as a detective. “But the Solar System!” I protested. —”What of the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently. “You say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.” I’m a working historian and don’t want to waste my brain space on inessentials.

Since, however, you require me, as a condition of further employment, to state my attitude to these “values” that the university is said to share (though I don’t remember a faculty vote endorsing them), let me say that, in general, the statement of EDIB beliefs offered on your website is too vapid to offer any purchase for serious ethical analysis. The university, according to you, espouses an absolute commitment to a set of words that seems to generate positive feelings in your office, and perhaps among administrators generally, but it is not my practice to make judgments based on feelings. In fact, my training as a historian leads me to distrust such feelings as a potential obstacle to clear thinking. I don’t think it’s useful to describe the feelings I experience when particular words and slogans are invoked and how they affect my professional motivations. It might be useful on a psychoanalyst’s couch or in a religious cult, but not in a university.

Let me take, as an example, the popular DEI slogan “Diversity is our strength.” This states as an absolute truth a belief that, at best, can only be conditional. When George Washington decided not to require, as part of the military oath of the Continental Army, a disavowal of transubstantiation (as had been previous practice), he was able to enlist Catholic soldiers from Maryland to fight the British. Diversity was our strength. On the other hand, when the combined forces of Islam, under the command of Maslama ibn Abd al-Malik, besieged Constantinople in 717, diversity was not their strength. At the crisis of the siege, the Christian sailors rowing in the Muslim navy rose in revolt and the amphibious assault broke down.

Since most societies have usually been at war or under the threat of war for most of history, public sentiment has ordinarily preferred unity to diversity. Prudent and humane governments have usually tolerated a degree of pluralism in order to reduce social discord, but pluralism as such has not been celebrated as a positive feature of society until quite recently. In fact, diversity is a luxury good that can be enjoyed only in secure, peaceful societies. Even in such societies, it has to be weighed against other goods (like meritocracy) that will have to be sacrificed if it is pursued as an absolute good. An indiscriminate commitment to “diversity,” bereft of any loyalty to unifying principles, is the mark of a weak or collapsing society.

It’s not just governments and armies that prefer unity to diversity. Most religions in the last millennium have placed a premium on preserving the original vision of their founders. They have had to resist pressures to undermine (or diversify) that vision and conform to the values of the world around them. They have had to fight against spiritual entrepreneurs, whom they disobligingly label heretics, who have been eager to diversify their doctrines. For those religions, which include orthodox Christianity, Islam, and Buddhism, diversity has not only not been a strength, it has been dangerous, even damnable. When religions cease to care about their unifying beliefs, they cease to exist.

On the other hand, when one of Alexander the Great’s generals, King Ptolemy I, took over control of Egypt in the third century BC, he decided not to repeat the mistake the Persians had made when they pillaged traditional Egyptian temples, alienating the locals. Instead, Ptolemy lavishly promoted a new syncretic deity, Serapis, who could be worshipped by both the Greek conquest elite and by its Egyptian subjects. Diversity was their strength.

All this should be blindingly obvious to anyone with a cursory knowledge of the past. It may be less obvious why Equity is not a value that all can willingly embrace. The word has a legitimate meaning in Roman law, referring to the need to correct strict justice in light of a wider sense of fairness. Summum ius, summa iniuria. The law cannot be strictly applied in cases where a greater injury might result.

This is not, however, the way your office likes to understand the term Equity. In EDIB-speak, it means “equality of outcomes.” Any policies that produce unequal outcomes—for example, an admissions policy that produces a student body that does not mirror the exact proportions of some (not all) minorities in the country—lack Equity. In this sense, an absolute commitment to Equity can’t help but undermine the university’s commitment to its primary purpose, which is the pursuit of truth. In Latin, that’s veritas, the motto on the Harvard coat of arms that adorns your wall. Living up to that motto is no easy matter. We’re not talking here about telling the truth or being sincere. At a research university, we are in the business of finding out new truths. That can be anything from discovering new galaxies to digging up the remains of hitherto unknown civilizations. The number of people in the world who are really capable of expanding the body of known truths is quite small. I’ve been on many search committees at Harvard in the last 38 years and can vouch for just how small the number is of truly exceptional candidates. If a research university really wants the best, if it really wants to discover new truths, it can’t allow non-expert administrators to overrule search committees and throw out candidates just because they don’t help the EDIB office reach its diversity targets.

Inclusion and belonging (I’m not clear on the difference) are ideals I can get behind so long as they apply to everybody, even to people we don’t agree with. Many people who have come to this country in the last four hundred years came precisely because in America they could escape racist or class prejudice and be treated as equals. It might take a while, but they or their children would eventually fit in. In the meantime, they could start a business, practice their religion, and educate their children without anyone requiring them to hold particular political beliefs. I think our university should imitate America’s best traditions in this respect and make everybody welcome too. But we fail when we impose smelly little orthodoxies on our students—in the form, for example, of diversity statements that call for a certain kind of response.

I realize I am not giving you the kind of statement you wished to get from me, and that I have not even answered all your queries about how I expect to implement EDIB values in my future teaching and research. But I think you can read between the lines.

Not bad at all, except for being a little soft on Inclusion (for more about that, see my friend Jim Kalb’s excellent book on the subject, which I am currently in the middle of reading).

Well done, professor. More power to you, and to veritas.

Trojan Horse

Making the rounds today: the newly elected president of Argentina, Javier Milei, just spoke at the World Economic Forum’s conference in Davos — and having taken the stage, used the platform to denounce everything that the malevolent WEF seeks to accomplish, and to warn the world of the danger these people present to human flourishing. Magnificent.

Gird Up Thy Loins

Well, here we are: mid-January 2024, with the first round of electoral winnowing behind us, and another a few days away. Already we are down to three still in the running for the GOP nomination, but it doesn’t look like much of a contest.

Over at Maverick Philosopher, Bill V. has put up two posts today featuring articles about the Trump candidacy. The first quotes at length an item by Dov Fisher declaring sturdy support, while the second presents “dueling” articles, pro and con: one by never-Trumper David Frum, and the other a rousing call to solidarity by Steve Cortes.

I’ll add a pick of my own: a piece published today at American Greatness by Edward Ring, titled The Intellectual Foundations of MAGA.

There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that Biden and his puppet-master must be chucked out of the White House, and that for anyone who cares about having any chance at all to reverse our nation’s fatal course, the overwhelmingly obvious choice should be Trump. Our cause is just and right. What grieves me, though, is that things are almost certainly too far gone, and the nation too unbridgeably divided, for any election to stave off a further descent into chaos.

Both sides in this bitter conflict are equally confident in the moral correctness of their position, and are equally disinclined to yield their stewardship of the nation to a hostile faction they see as arrogant, disconnected from reality, and a mortal threat to our future. Both sides, at this point, are inclined to drop any pretense of civility, and to speak of the other not as political rivals, or “loyal opposition”, but as the Enemy.

How did the merely political become mortal antipathy? To understand this, we should turn to Carl Schmitt, who said that the very essence of politics — that is to say, the residue that remains after all purely formal and neutralizing aspects of law and government have been sequestered from debate — is its ever-present potential for sanguinary conflict. In his indispensable book The Concept of the Political, Schmitt described it thus (my italics):

Let us assume that in the realm of morality the final distinctions are between good and evil, in aesthetics beautiful and ugly, in economics profitable and unprofitable. The question then is whether there is also a special distinction which can serve as a simple criterion of the political and of what it consists. The nature of such a political distinction is surely different from that of those others. It is independent of them and as such can speak clearly for itself. The specific political distinction to which political actions and motives can be reduced is that between friend and enemy. [p. 26]

…Every religious, moral, economic, ethical, or other antithesis transforms into a political one if it is sufficiently strong to group human beings effectively according to friend and enemy. [p. 37]

And we shouldn’t be taken in when the other side presents itself as the “party of reason”, reluctantly forced to deal with petulant troublemakers:

[D]esignating the adversary as political and oneself as nonpolitical (i.e., scientific, just, objective, neutral, etc.) is in actuality a typical and unusually intensive way of pursuing politics. [p. 80]

At some point, when political division becomes too threatening, the State will typically pick a side, and declare the other to be the Enemy.

Schmitt:

As long as the state is a political entity this requirement for internal peace compels it in critical situations to decide also upon the domestic enemy. Every state provides, therefore, some kind of formula for the declaration of an internal enemy. The declaration in the public law of the Greek republics and the hostis declaration in Roman public law are but two examples. Whether the form is sharper or milder, explicit or implicit, whether ostracism, expulsion, proscription, or outlawry are provided for in special laws or in explicit or general descriptions, the aim is always the same, namely to declare an enemy. That, depending on the attitude of those who had been declared enemies of state, is possibly the sign of civil war, i.e., the dissolution of the state as an organized political entity, internally peaceful, territorially enclosed, and impenetrable to aliens. The civil war then decides the further fate of this entity. [p. 46]

There is of course much more; Schmitt is one of the wisest political philosophers ever to lift a pen. His penetrating insights frame our current crisis with chilling accuracy.

So, as regards this year’s election: no matter who wins, we can be sure that the other side’s rage at its Enemy will only intensify.

As far as I can see, then, from this point forward there are only three possible futures for America:

1) The two sides just say “aw shucks”, and hug it out, and their fundamental, incommensurable differences simply vanish;
2) The nation finds some pathway to a “divorce”;
3) One side crushes and subjugates/eliminates the other.

Have I left anything out? If not, which of these three seems most likely?

What Is Best In Life?

“To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.”

– Conan the Cimmerian, on the Iowa Caucuses

Right, And Wrong

Our reader “mharko” has sent along a link to an article by “N.S. Lyons”, a fine writer whose work I’ve mentioned before in these pages (see here and here).

The article, published at Substack, is called The Rise of the Right-Wing Progressives, and it is in response to a techno-futurist manifesto recently published by Marc Adreesen, and the reaction thereto by left-wing journalists, who have called it “conservative”, and even “reactionary”.

Lyons (I’m still not sure if the author is a Mr. or a Ms., so it will just have to be “Lyons” for now) makes some important and clarifying distinctions that will be familiar to NRx types, but perhaps not to the wider public. But even if what Lyons writes is nothing new to you, it’s always good to see things like this in print, in the interest of promoting a better general understanding of some common terms that people throw about quite carelessly and confusingly.

In 2013 my friend “Spandrell”, one of the brightest of the group of neoreactionary writers that sprang up in the first decade of the new century, proposed that the welter of emerging neoreactionary thought could be parsed into an intellectual “trichotomy”, with a religious/traditional branch, an ethnic/nationalist branch, and a technological/capitalist branch. (Nick Land called them “Christian, Caucasian, and Capitalist”).

What was it that glued these distinctively different worldviews together as “neoreaction”? Mostly it was a general agreement that modernity had gone off the rails: that some sort of debilitating, enervating sickness had come over Western culture that had sapped it of its virility, vitality, and its foundation of purpose and meaning. In general, all three branches of NRx saw the flattening, entropic corrosion of Leftism at the heart of the problem, in particular its sullen and smothering opposition to hierarchy, discrimination, merit, and individual excellence — natural human virtues that can only be subdued by totalizing state power and the ruthless tamping down of organic inequalities. (See this article of my own for a more detailed description of this implacable Enemy.)

Beyond that broad agreement, though, there was always an intellectual tension within the trichotomy — not so much between the religious/traditional and ethnic/national types, which had a good deal of overlap, but between those two, where my own sympathies lie, and the technofuturists. I summed up this concern in a post I wrote ten years ago:

[One] organic outgrowth of human nature, [a] feature of our extended phenotype, is relentless technological advancement, which can be as disruptive as any social engineering. Even simple ideas, like the stirrup, can have world-changing consequences — and the pace of technological change is now accelerating exponentially. The coming decades of technological innovation hold the genuine promise of revolutionary liberation — from disease, from hunger, from poverty, from toil, and even from the confines of Earth, and of our own bodies — but will also make possible terrifying new forms of tyranny, wielding powers whose breadth knows no Earthly limit, and whose depth extends into our very cells. Even the most oppressive despot of a century ago could do little to affect the day-to-day, and moment-to-moment, lives of his far-flung subjects; in recent years we have made possible, and blithely accepted, a level of surveillance and control that has never existed before in the history of the world.

While I was at Singularity University last year, I heard someone say “If you can see the road ahead, you aren’t going fast enough.” The speaker made his remark, to a room full of like-minded Silicon Valley entrepreneurs, in a spirit of can-do enthusiasm, but it made my blood run cold.

The gist of N.S. Lyons’ article is to pry apart, once again, the technocapitalist branch of Spandrell’s Trichotomy from the other two, and to make the point that, although technofuturists can fairly said to be of the “Right”, in virtue of the views they share with the rest of the NRx troika, it is an error and a confusion to call them in any sense “conservative”, as there seems to be nothing at all that they seek to conserve. Indeed, argues Lyons, they are really better seen as “Right-Wing Progressives”: Progressives who, like the “OG” Progressives of the early 20th century, reject the egalitarian premises of Leftism. (Recall, for example, that every pre-war Progressive intellectual, before the movement was infiltrated by Leftism, eagerly embraced eugenics.) To remind us again, in this new and different era, that Progressive/Conservative and Left/Right define two orthogonal axes is an important clarification.

In another ten-year-old post here at the blog, I blurred this subtle distinction by contrasting “conservatives” with “those on the Left”:

To the conservative, traditions arise naturally from the workings of human nature, as part of the ontogeny and organic development of societies. They are not the result of scientific planning or sociological theorizing — and like biological species themselves, they only come into view in retrospect. They are, in a sense, part of the “extended phenotype” of our species and its various subgroups, as languages are; and just as languages do, they naturally adapt to, and come to represent, those things that actually matter to the various human groups from which they arise. (Many have been, at least up till now, more or less universal.) In this way they contain a great deal of deeply-buried knowledge about the optimal functioning of the human social organism, often for reasons, and in ways, that themselves need not be explicitly represented in the organism’s consciousness. Because of this, disrupting them will always have unknowable consequences — and so, at least, tradition justifies respect for its embodied wisdom, and caution as regards casual tampering.

To those on the Left, traditions are artifacts. Rather than being organic outgrowths and aspects of human nature itself, they are human creations; they are social technology, whose only purpose is to control and manipulate human behavior. In this view, human “nature” hardly exists at all, and traditions are wholly external things; indeed almost everything about human behavior and human life is external to the individual. This means that to mold human beings, or human societies, into any desirable configuration is simply a matter of discarding traditions, and inventing new ones, until we obtain the correct result. Because of this, tradition justifies very little indeed.

Lyons’ point is that there are also Progressives on the Right who see everything about human life as a merely technological challenge, an engineering problem; indeed, unlike the Left we’ve been used to, they even see the transformation of human beings themselves as amenable to technological, rather than merely social, engineering.

One thing that is glaringly missing in the technofuturist worldview, despite all its fondness for hierarchy, is the extension of that hierarchy to the metaphysically transcendent. They see humanity’s telos in purely material (or at best intellectual), rather than spiritual, terms. Because of this dogged materialism, their soteriology, unlike that of the religious/traditionalist branch of the Trichotomy, consists not transcending the material world, but of devising increasingly sophisticated ways to control it: not of union with God in Heaven, but becoming gods themselves, here below. The theonomist seeks to ascend, but the technofuturist yearns only to expand.

The problem with this view, as seen from my corner of neoreaction, is that, as Lyons points out in this essay, technological advancement tends not to strengthen our bodies and souls, but to weaken them. Lyons writes:

Finally, [Andreesen’s] manifesto isn’t even really coherent with the Nietzschean-inflected vitalism that it tries to celebrate. Though Nietzsche was far more of a revolutionary than he was a reactionary, and is therefore much more suitable to a futurist mindset, there is a big problem here: how does Andreessen think once-vital man became Nietzsche’s weak and listless Last Man in the first place? How did he lose his greatness, excellence, agency, and vitality – his striving “aggression, persistence, relentlessness – strength”? As Curtis Yarvin has also noted, the obvious answer is that this thumotic spirit was gradually eradicated by the ease and dependency created by his own technological machines. Strength and hardiness are produced by hardship and deprivation, not comfort and plenty. If Andreessen believes the infinite abundance and fully-automated luxury of his imagined technological future would ever produce anything more than those obese blob-humans of WALL-E (bound to their anti-gravity chairs and fully dependent on robots to fulfill their every decadent need, including to make all their decisions) then he is gravely mistaken. A truly vital humanism would contemptuously reject the sweet siren call of the machine for the bodily and spiritual struggle of a voluntary barbarism. The techno-optimist habitually proposes the opposite.

Just so. And I would add that the softening is not merely physical: as we offload more and more of our thinking, and our knowing, to our machines, those faculties will atrophy as well. Already our younger cohort seem to have forgotten how to do arithmetic; for my own part, I’ve noticed that when I rely on GPS navigation to drive someplace I arrive without any real sense of where I am, or how I got there — and I think that is a frighteningly apt metaphor for what lies ahead.

Read this excellent essay here.

Wisdom vs Folly: Compare And Contrast

I’ve just run across a Twitter (okay, “X”) thread so remarkable that I’m going to unroll it for you right here. The principals are Emmett Shear, a serial Internet entrepreneur who has just been selected as CEO of OpenAI, and a science-fiction author by the name of Devon Eriksen.

How did I come across this? Well, I had just noticed an interesting post by someone calling himself “Altistoteles”, so I went to his profile page, which turned out to be an engaging collection of images and commentary by someone who clearly appreciates aesthetics and culture (I am now following his account). As I scrolled down the page, I saw that he had recommended a post by someone else called @shekfu (AKA “Shrug Life”), who had seen the thread and felt it deserved wider attention. Which it does.

So, settle in, folks. We continue below the fold.

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Glad That’s Over

We’re back home — my lovely wife Nina had some surgery on Thursday, and is now resting and recovering. Back to posting shortly.

Service Notice

I’m not likely to be able to post for a couple of days. Back by the weekend.

The Relativity Of Principle

Over at Maverick Philosopher, Bill Vallicella links to two contrasting articles. The first, by Binyamin Applebaum, an editor at the New York Times, is a panegyric on the presidency of Joe Biden. The second, by Peter van Buren at American Conservative, is a jeremiad called “Evening in America”. It’s a stark and fascinating juxtaposition.

In the first article, the author speaks of nothing but the economy — as if we are nothing more than walking stomachs, and nothing matters at all but how much money we have — and assumes that the government knows best how to maximize this (with the axiom that equal distribution of money is the greatest good, even if it comes at an absolute cost even for the poorest, and requires increasing suffocation of our liberties).

To evaluate the quality of life only in terms of economics is the chief feature of Marxism — but even with that narrow focus, the author neglects to mention (with good reason, considering his aim) the single economic factor uppermost on everyone’s mind: inflation. Reading the article, one might assume that we can just forget about everything else — mass illegal immigration, crime, lethal drugs pouring over the border, vanishing moral principles, sexualization of children, sacralization of everything perverse and grotesque, endless futile wars, the hegemony of identity politics and institutionalized race hatred, the erasure of history, the mass insanity that obliterates all natural categories, the wholesale abandonment of any sense of the transcendent, the lowering of all culture to the titillation and gratification of our basest appetites, the bleak despair that claims so many of our young peoples’ lives, the approach of civil war as our factional antipathies widen and deepen, etc., etc. (And never mind Joe Biden’s transparently obvious corruption, and his accelerating descent into caducity and stupefaction.)

In other words: Four More Years!

The second article certainly “gets it” (as for what “it” is, see above) more than the first, although, as Bill points out in his post, it’s surprising that it mentions only in passing what is by far the most dangerous and time-sensitive threat we face: the invasion across our southern border.

I wonder, as I have so often before: how is it that two (presumably) intelligent people could look at the state of the nation and see it so differently? I will leave this as “an exercise for the reader”. A good place to start, however, might be to think about who the authors are. According to Wikipedia:

Binyamin Applebaum, an Ivy League graduate, is, as noted above, a member of the editorial board of the New York Times, where he is “the lead writer on business and economics”.

Peter van Buren “…served in the U.S. Department of State for 24 years, including a year in Iraq as a team leader for two Provincial Reconstruction Teams (PRTs).

After his book, We Meant Well: How I Helped Lose the Battle for the Hearts and Minds of the Iraqi People, was published in 2012 Van Buren claims to have experienced a series of escalating, adverse actions.”

Meanwhile, also over at Bill’s place, the question has arisen as to whether those who seem intentionally to be destroying the American nation are willfully choosing evil. I doubt, for the most part, that they are: as Socrates argued, nobody in his right mind does that, and my assumption (reinforced by knowing lots of lefties personally) is that they believe they are morally justified, somehow, in wrecking the place, or at least that the end justifies the means. But I’ll leave that for another post.

Far From The Madding Crowd’s Ignoble Strife

Before we wade, in our teeming millions, into the riotous disorder that 2024 is sure to bring, I thought it might be nice to “cleanse our timelines” for a moment in the clear air of a serene and ancient vastness where the vital spirit of remote antiquity still touches the living.

Here, then, is Batzorig Vaanchig with a paean to his ancestor Genghis Khan. Lyrics below.

Blessed by the eternal sky,
Born of the steppe,
Everywhere in blue-skied Mongolia,
His name resounds in the world,

The courageous Mongol Genghis,
The sublime lord Genghis.

Even in burning wounds,
A mind strong as steel,
Like temporal swords,
As powerful as a planetary bird,

The courageous Mongol Genghis,
The sublime lord Genghis.

Blessed by the sky above,
Possessed half the world,
Engrained is his spirit,
In the majestic and mighty world.

The courageous Mongol Genghis,
The sublime lord Genghis.

The United Metastates Of America

Have you heard of “superheating”? If you haven’t, Wikipedia describes it as:

“the phenomenon in which a liquid is heated to a temperature higher than its boiling point, without boiling. This is a so-called metastable state or metastate, where boiling might occur at any time, induced by external or internal effects… This may occur by microwaving water in a very smooth container. Disturbing the water may cause an unsafe eruption of hot water and result in burns.”

In related news:

It’s not just Trump: Democrats are moving to bar Republicans from ballots nationwide

We’re just five days into 2024, and I’d say that folks are already getting awfully careless about “disturbing the water”.

Mind The Gap

The cataract of aliens pouring over our southern border has risen, in December of last year, to a rate of about three-and-a-half million a year. (Can anyone, at this point, doubt for a moment that this an intentional feature of government policy?)

Meanwhile, as our efforts in Ukraine slump toward failure — as has been characteristic of all our military adventures since World War Two — and with our armed forces having degenerated from an invincible Männerbund to a self-actualization program for girls and the mentally ill, and with a feeble-minded octogenarian as our Commander-In-Chief, our reputation as a force to be feared in global strategy has never been weaker, and our rivals in the world arena understand this. There should be little doubt that China, in particular, is soon to capitalize on our impotence, and will try its chances in Taiwan.

Writing at The Gatestone Institute’s website last summer, Gordon Chang connected these two aspects of our decline in an alarming way: China, he says, is taking advantage of our dereliction at the border to infiltrate thousands of sleeper agents, to be activated should our conflict with the Celestial Kingdom suddenly turn hot.

We read:

There is no question that China’s PLA is inserting saboteurs through Mexico. “At the Darien Gap*, I have seen countless packs of Chinese males of military age, unattached to family groups, and pretending not to understand English,” said [Michael] Yon, the war correspondent. “They were all headed to the American border.”

“Normally in groups of five to fifteen, they typically emerge from the Darien Gap and spend one night in the U.S.-funded San Vicente Camp, or next door in the Tonosi Hotel, before boarding luxury buses for the trip up Highway 1 toward Costa Rica,” Yon reports. “One group of six young men bought a chicken at the Tonosi Hotel, drank its blood from small glasses, then cooked the chicken themselves in the hotel restaurant, according to the hotel manager. Drinking raw chicken blood is a rite among some PLA soldiers.”

Once here, the military fighters can link up with China’s agents already in place or Chinese diplomats.

How many of the PLA fighters have slipped into the United States this way? Some estimate 5,000, others 10,000. Those numbers sound high, but whatever the actual figure, more are coming.

These are China’s shock troops. The concern is that, on the first day of war in Asia they will take down America’s power lines, poison water reservoirs, assassinate officials, start wildfires, spread pathogens, and create terror by bombing shopping malls and supermarkets.

Feverish paranoia, you say? I suppose you must be right; after all, nothing like that could ever happen here.

*Readers should keep in mind that crossing the Darien Gap is not for the faint-hearted.

Sad News

I am very sorry to tell you that our longtime friend and commenter here at this blog, Robert (a.k.a. “Whitewall”) has very suddenly and unexpectedly lost his wife. I can only imagine the terrible shock and sorrow he must be going through, and I ask you all to think of him and to keep him in your prayers.

I Bet It’s Only Because She’s Gay

Well, Claudine Gay has stepped down as president of Harvard. She was already listing badly after her embarrassing testimony before Congress about antisemitism at Harvard, and Christopher Rufo’s withering barrage of examples of her chronic plagiarism finally holed her below the waterline.

Needless to say, in her resignation letter she made no apology for her amply demonstrated misconduct, but in good DEI style, boasted of her “commitment to scholarly rigor”, and blamed her troubles on “racial animus”.

Throughout Harvard’s long history, any undergraduate or faculty member who had been caught committing plagiarism even occasionally, let alone at the scale of Ms. Gay’s career-long spree, would have been ejected from campus in academic disgrace. But this is 2023, and Claudine Gay is a black woman (oops!- I meant to say a Black woman), so she will of course keep her professorship. Had she been male instead of female, and white instead of black (sorry again!! – Black), she’d have been out on her ear. (But that’s a fantastic counterfactual anyway; the idea that a place like Harvard would have a white male president in these enlightened times is obviously ridiculous, and likely both racist and sexist. I apologize again!)

It would be hard to top Andrew Klavan’s comment on all of this, so I’ll just leave you with it:

Audience Of One

To kick off 2024 — a year in which I think we all will be tested — here is an important reminder from David Bowie (PBUH):

Here We Go

Happy New Year, everybody!

Take a deep breath. 2024 is going to be “interesting”.

Okay, Okay

I realize the tone’s been kind of gloomy over here since I started posting again. As Woody Allen once put it:

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction.

Yep, we’re in a bit of a pickle, and no mistake. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I can’t lighten up a bit, and occasionally sprinkle in a post or two that isn’t about the cliff we’re going over.

So, with that in mind, here’s a half-century-old tune that I’m sure you all know, sung and played by me a couple of years ago as a little gift for my wee grandsons.

(The hardest part was getting the fingerpicking exactly right: it’s an odd, idiosyncratic pattern, and when I was getting ready to record this I learned (with horror) that I’d been playing it wrong for more than 50 years.)

 

Blues For Cassandra

Reading the news in these last days, I’ve been trying to find the right word to describe how it feels to watch the briskly accelerating disorder of all our civic and political affairs. “Shocked” won’t do, as I’ve been expecting it for years. “Appalled”? Well, yes, of course, but that doesn’t really catch all of it either. So what is the right word? What is it called when you begin to think, over a span of decades, that a thing previously unthinkable might, in fact, come to pass, and then it turns out you were right all along to think so?

Early on, the overwhelming unthinkableness of the thing brings you right back down to earth; you shy away from even talking about it, because people will think you’re just playing at being overwrought, and inwardly you chide yourself for taking it seriously even for a moment.

But from time to time, some little thing comes along — a news story, perhaps, or a remark by a friend or stranger — in which you recognize a general tilting ever so slightly more toward the possibility of the Unthinkable Thing, or at least incrementally less tilting away from it. And so, little by little as the years go by, you begin to feel more certain that you really are discerning a kind of tectonic motion, always in the same direction — that is, toward what you still must say, if you sit upright and get a proper hold of yourself for a moment, is quite unthinkable.

But the motion is stubborn. It persists. Mostly it creeps as imperceptibly as an hour-hand. Every now and then it jerks forward enough that you really get your ears up for a moment, but then it might even seem to creep backward for a bit, in a reassuring sort of way. You relax again, for a little while, but over time you’re surer and surer that you aren’t just making things up.

Then comes a day when you look around you and are quite certain — no doubt about it now! — that this thing that used to be over here is now way over there, and that you aren’t imagining it at all. You start to mention it to people who might not have been paying attention as closely as you have, but they mostly think you’re starting to have odd ideas, and maybe some of your friends begin to keep their distance.

So you start writing about it, and in doing so you meet others who have been noticing just as you have, which is a comfort — it’s good to know you aren’t the only one — but the fact that others have noticed as well means that things really are creeping, and occasionally jerking, in the direction of the Unthinkable Thing, the thing that you once upon a time (it was quite a few years ago now) thought you were silly even to imagine, because it really couldn’t happen, not here.

Then at last, when things have moved so far that it really must be obvious to everyone by now that we are becoming dangerously close to the Unthinkable Thing — which to you and your small band of observant friends now looms so large and so close that it blots out the sky like a leaping tiger — all of a sudden, a lot of people do start to notice, all at once, and they become very, very alarmed.

But by then, of course, it’s too late, because the unthinkable has already happened.

That’s what it’s been like. What’s the word for that? If there isn’t one, there ought to be.

Whoops, Our Bad

Philip K. Dick once said that “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”

A great many people, including myself, have seen, and said, for a very long time now that there was never going to be any “victory” over Russia in Ukraine. Yet for the last two years we in America have tagged our lawns and social-media profiles with blue-and-yellow flags; have been conditioned to hate Russia even more than we already did; have welcomed the shameless grifter Zelenskyy into our bosoms and feted him in Washington; have sent $73 billion to that most corrupt of nations, without the slightest attempt to keep track of where it went; have sent Ukraine vast amounts of military equipment and ordnance, much of which has later appeared on international black markets, and badly depleting our own supplies; and worst of all, we have prolonged this futile war long enough to reduce much of the country to rubble, and to send hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians to pointless and unnecessary deaths. Even now the campaign continues. Not only are women now dying at the front, but new categories previously exempt are now to be conscripted:

1) Missing/blind in one eye, or equivalent.
2) Severe hearing impairment
3) Tracheotomy
4) Jaw defects
5) Dwarfism (>130cm for Males)
6) Missing/non functional upper limb or equivalent.

All of these people are just being sent to die. Those who can are getting out, and they won’t be coming back; Ukraine is rapidly depopulating. Many of those who can’t leave are aged pensioners, now supported by U.S. taxpayers.

In short: between our backing of revolution in 2014, our relentless expansion of NATO despite promises to the contrary, our support of a regime that ruthlessly oppressed ethnic Russians in eastern oblasts, and our insouciant promotion and malevolent prolongation of this useless war, the GAE’s Imperial Court has effectively reduced Ukraine to a failed state, just as we had already done so effectively elsewhere. Meanwhile, we’ve also managed, with all the subtle dexterity that has characterized our foreign policy for decades now, to weaken and alienate our vassal states in Europe, accelerate the de-dollarization of the world economy, and drive our global rivals into closer relations. What we have done in Ukraine will be a bloody and permanent stain on what little remains of our nation’s honor.

But, reality having that habit of not going away, and with Ukraine obviously at the point of total collapse, we seem finally to have reached the point where we give up, find someone to blame, and slink away to find another country to wreck.

None of this had to happen. All of it could have been avoided.

But that’s not how we roll.

Tommy Smothers, 1937-2023

I was saddened today to hear news of the death of Tommy Smothers, whose wholesome, good-natured comedy (and fine guitar playing) I, and all of my generation, grew up with. The America of that bygone era all seems like a fading and faraway dream.

Here he is with another iconic figure from the Before Time: Johnny Carson.

Fat And Sick

The muse isn’t singing for me tonight, so I’ll just leave you with this:

“Pessimism is not in being tired of evil but in being tired of good. Despair does not lie in being weary of suffering, but in being weary of joy. It is when for some reason or other the good things in a society no longer work that the society begins to decline; when its food does not feed, when its cures do not cure, when its blessings refuse to bless.”

– G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man (1925)

This is it exactly: a nation’s soul can be so sickened by exhaustion, obesity, atrophy, and a kind of “insulin resistance” that it can no longer metabolize the ideas, traditions, beliefs, myths, and opportunities that in its youth, and in its prime, gave it energy and vitality.

Merry Christmas!

I hope you all have a happy and peaceful day, and that you can set all this tumult aside for a moment, enjoy the company of those you love, and think about higher, better things.

Thank you all for stopping by here, especially those of you who kept checking in during the long interval when I was unable to post much of anything.

This Is Your Child On Modernity

Watch this video (it’s brief):

This is what we get when we tear everything down — all the sturdy scaffolding that children have relied on throughout history to learn to be adults — without putting anything in its place. We have told them, in our spate of madness, that now they must create every aspect of themselves ex nihilo — something so obviously impossible that it would be seen as a criminally negligent dereliction of parental and social duty in any other place or time — and we flatter ourselves, in our cruelty, that we have set them free. The children, meanwhile, given the impossible task of creating a functional human being completely from scratch, and realizing that they must fail, turn away, in their desperation, from humanity itself.

Notice that she begins by identifying herself as having “DID”. This is Dissociative Identity Disorder, or what used to be called “split personality”. It has always been understood as an extreme response to catastrophic trauma, and until very recently was so rare that most practicing psychologists might never encounter a single case. But this young woman (when she’s speaking as a human, and not a “bearded vulture”) talks about it as if is a commonplace way of being among her peer-group, a natural response to living in this place in these times. I don’t doubt it: whether it is the genuine article, or simply a seductive and fashionable form of escape, there is something awful going on in our young peoples’ lives. (If you’re wondering about “quadrobics”, have a look here.)

This is our fault, folks. The blood of this poor girl, and so many others of her generation, is on our hands.

Is This It?

Back in 2020 I published an article at American Greatness on the subject of civil war. In it I wrote:

One of the peculiarities of civil war is that it is hard to say, except in retrospect, when a nation has passed the point of no return. There is rarely anything so distinct as Caesar’s fateful crossing of the Rubicon. It is, rather, like falling into a black hole: there is an “event horizon,” at some distance from the singularity, beyond which nothing can escape. To a space-traveler falling through it, there is no visible difference, no noticeable boundary—but once you have crossed that fateful border, there’s no possibility of turning back. All future timelines must pass through the singularity.

Is that where we are today? For the answer to be “no” means either that one side in this great political conflict will simply admit defeat, or that there will be some softening of grievances, some sort of coming together in a newly formed political center. Does that seem likely?

Looking at the yawning rift in American politics—the fundamentally incompatible visions of society and government that the two factions hold, the dehumanizing mutual antipathy that finds freer expression every day, the unforgettable damage already done, and the implacable fury with which they grapple for every atom of power—can any of us imagine some way forward in which Right and Left just “bury the hatchet” and “hug it out”?

That was three years ago. Things are worse now, and talk of civil war seems, especially in the last few months, to be everywhere, even as any pretense of civility, or of the “rule of law”, falls away. (The destruction of the Reconciliation Monument at Arlington, and the astonishing brazenness of blocking the Republican presidential front-runner from state ballots in the name of Democracy, are just the latest examples.) Just to throw some gas on the fire, there’s even a movie coming out about… a new American civil war. (Apparently, it features journalists as the persecuted good guys, which should tell you all you need to know about it.)

As I argued back in 2015, a real civil war isn’t an exciting Hollywood movie, or a swashbuckling adventure. It is the worst of all the forms of war, and it is a living, blood-drenched hell. Among young adults, I rather doubt that either the pierced blue-haired baristas or the “shit’s getting real!” Rambo wannabes really understand this; we have lived for so long in a kind of buffered-off, consequence-free simulation of reality that a great many people have no idea that actual war isn’t just something that happens on a glowing screen, or that when you find yourself bleeding out in a ditch you can’t just revert to your last saved game.

But… is there no point at which kinetic war against people who hate you and seek to subjugate you is justified? As stewards of the American nation we inherited from our forebears to preserve and cherish, and now crumbling before our eyes, where does our duty lie? A great many decent, patient, forgiving, and conscientious Americans are beginning to ask themselves this previously unthinkable question. Nobody else is coming to save us.

It’s easy, looking at history, to follow the stories of the decline and fall of nations and empires, in which the span of decades or centuries may pass in a day’s reading. To “zoom out”, though, when one is embedded in history in real time is another thing altogether, and far more difficult. But we are, at this point, rushing headlong past all of the familiar mile-posts.

To paraphrase Winston Churchill:

The American eagle sits on his perch, a large, strong bird with formidable beak and claws. There he sits motionless, while his keepers come day after day to prod him with a sharp pointed stick — now his neck, now under his wings, now his tail feathers. All the time the eagle keeps quite still. But it would be a great mistake to suppose that nothing is going on inside the breast of the eagle.

How much longer can this continue? What is to be done?

Notes From The Zoo

We live in a world of obvious lies. Magna est veritas, et praevalebit, goes the old saying — “the truth is mighty, and will prevail” — but “will prevail”, as should be apparent to all at this moment in our history, is clearly not the same thing as “does prevail”.

I’m fond of quoting Theodore Dalrymple on this topic, and I’ve often posted this paragraph of his:

Political correctness is communist propaganda writ small. In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.

In a recent essay called Lying To Ourselves (which you can read here), Dalrymple cites the following passage from G. K. Chesterton’s book Orthodoxy (my emphasis):

The modern world is not evil; in some ways the modern world is far too good. It is full of wild and wasted virtues. When a religious scheme is shattered … it is not merely the vices that are let loose. The vices are, indeed, let loose, and they wander and do damage. But the virtues are let loose also; and the virtues wander more wildly, and the virtues do more terrible damage. The modern world is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone. Thus some scientists care for truth; and their truth is pitiless. Thus some humanitarians only care for pity; and their pity (I am sorry to say) is often untruthful.

Dalrymple continues:

Pity and compassion, formerly Christian virtues are the virtues that run wild in the modern social liberal’s mind. Indeed, one might almost say that he has become addicted to them, for they are what give meaning and purpose to his life. He is ever on the lookout for new worlds not to conquer, but to pity. In his mind, pity and compassion require that he adopts without demur the point of view of the person he pities, for otherwise, he might upset him; he must not criticise, therefore. In short, if need be, he must lie, and he frequently ends up deceiving himself as well as others. And if he has power, he will turn lies into policy.

With all this in mind, we have the story of anthropologist Kathleen Lowrey’s excommunication from her academic community for maintaining, correctly, that orangutans, like ourselves, have two distinct sexes. Her article is witty, elegantly written, and terribly sad.

Read it here.

After Reconstruction, Now Deconstruction

In Arlington National Cemetery stands a memorial, sculpted by a Jewish sculptor named Moses Ezekiel (who, by the way, was the first Jew to graduate from the Virgina Military Institute). It features a classical female figure wearing a laurel wreath, and bears the inscription “They have beat their swords into plough-shares and their spears into pruning hooks.”

Today it is to be torn down.

The memorial was erected as a gesture of national reconciliation following the Civil War of 1861-1865, in which Southern states sought to withdraw from the Union, and were coerced by military force to abandon their cause.

After Appomattox, neither side was happy with the result: the South for the obvious reason that they had been defeated, harshly subjugated, and reduced to poverty; and the North for having to welcome into the bosom of the nation a population that they now saw as traitors.

The Union, now victorious, found itself in the position of “the dog that caught the car”. The challenge for America in the latter half of the 19th century, then, was how to reforge a unified nation from two peoples that despised each other. It seemed impossible at first, and the mutual hatred of North and South burned hotly for decades afterwards, poisoning every aspect of national life, politics in particular.

It became clear that for the nation to live and flourish again as “one nation, under God — the restoration of the Union having been, after all, the stated purpose of the war — that some sort of truly heartfelt reconciliation would have to happen, one that would require genuine forgiveness on both sides. This would never be possible if North and South continued to exist as victor and vanquished, as master and cur. The proud people of the South would have to give up their cause; they would have to surrender in their hearts as finally they had on the battlefield. The North would have to accept the South as family again, and lift its boot from their necks. The great fear was that if the North loosened its grip, the South, its blood still hot with repressed fury, would rise again in defiance. (The great Robert E. Lee foreseeing this, in the moment of surrender told his people not to fight on in a bloody insurgency, but to accept defeat and lay down their arms.)

Gradually, little by little (and funeral by funeral), this national reconciliation was achieved. To build a coherent American nation from the wreckage, the North would forgive the South, lift the sanctions it had imposed, withdraw its troops, and allow the defeated to honor the memories of their dead. To this end there were great celebrations of unity and mutual forgiveness throughout the nation, and the Confederate dead were honored with memorial statuary in American cities and towns. Perhaps the most sanctifying gesture was the decision to allow the remains of fallen Confederate soldiers to be interred in the hallowed ground of Arlington National Cemetery, where, with the approval of then-Secretary of War William H. Taft, a monument to the memory of the Old South, and to its beating of its swords into plowshares in the interest of peace and unity, was unveiled in 1914.

Today, at a time of bitter national fracture, the spirit of unity and forgiveness that slowly healed that awful wound is gone, forgotten. In its place we see a reawakening of the haughty and merciless spirit of the North in the wake of the first civil war, even as the prospect of another seems likelier every day.

Service Notice

I’m just putting a placeholder here lest anyone think the blog is sinking back into desuetude (I’m not going to let that happen again). It’s Christmas season, and there’s a lot going on around here — for example, tonight we went to Chandler Travis’s annual Christmas Cavalcade charity show here on the Cape, which was a raucous evening of music both great and awful (as for the latter, the show included a set of Christmas songs played by a four-piece slide-whistle “consortium”).

I am also working my way through replacing (finally!) the ten-year-old computer that is the heart of my Pro Tools mixing-studio setup, which is an immensely tedious process involving re-installing and re-licensing a horrifying amount of software, as well as moving physical cards and drives. The task has eaten up two days so far, and bids fair to take up much of tomorrow as well.

Back soon.

Nice Work If You Can Get It

I see that a jury has just ordered Rudy Giuliani to pay two Georgia election workers the stupendous sum of $148,000,000 for some things he said about them regarding the 2020 election.

I will confess that I had known nothing whatsoever about this ongoing trial until hearing this news today, but I will say that when it comes to allegations of vote-counting shenanigans in Georgia that night, I’m inclined by default to believe they are true. It seems to me also that this mind-boggling award, which of course Mr. Guiliani has no chance of paying, seems intended far more to destroy him, and to make an example of him pour encourager les autres , than to seek anything conceivably resembling “justice”. It seems much more aligned with the persecution and destruction of Derek Chauvin, the January 6th protestors, and the Brunswick 3, than what we in America used to call the “rule of law”.

Indeed, there is really no such thing as the “rule of law”, because law in itself is only an abstraction. There is only ever the rule of those who write laws, and those who pardon or punish by invoking, applying, or ignoring them as they see fit.

Another Friend Gone

I am very sorry to say that our longtime e-pal (and commenter) Bill Keezer has died. Our friend the Maverick Philosopher has written a remembrance of him, here.

Rest in peace, Bill. It was a pleasure, and a gift, to have known you all these years.

It’s Not A Feature, It’s A Bug

There’s a branch of science called “forensic entomology”. It’s used in criminal investigations to determine the time of death for corpses by examining them to see what species of insects have invaded the body. There are specific timelines for this, depending on where the body is found, and I understand that it provides a pretty accurate estimate.

The underlying principle, of course, is that the difference between living things and dead things is that living things make a necessary distinction between “self” and “other”, and take care to prevent bodily invasion by foreign organisms. Dead things, on the other hand, have stopped doing this.

I suppose it’s fair to say that this is one sure-fire way to tell if a thing is alive or dead (or at least dying, and so close to the end that it’s lost the ability to prevent such intrusions, or given up on trying).

With that in mind, have a look at this article, published today in American Greatness.

Now, Where Was I…?

A great deal has been going on in America and the world since I last updated this blog with any regularity, so there’s an awful lot of backlog for me to pick up and comment on. Let’s start with Ukraine.

When I left off, the war in Ukraine was still, more or less, the Current Thing. People still had all those blue-and-yellow flags in their lawns; Congress still had no apparent qualms about opening America’s checkbook and armories to the grifter Zelenskyy (despite nobody making any reliable accounting of where all that largesse actually ended up), and normie-Americans still seemed to imagine that with sufficient support plucky little Ukraine (the good guys!) would, somehow, prevail against the barbarous Russians (the bad guys). As some of us knew all along, however, this was utterly delusional, and almost two years in, that appealing fantasy is pretty much over. (I’d be surprised if Ukraine gets so much as a box of .22 LR from this point on.)

The Imperium of the United States has disgraced itself repeatedly in foreign affairs in recent years; from Libya, to Iraq, to Afghanistan, and now Ukraine, we leave behind us a trail of shattered nations and broken lives — bought at an incalculable cost in blood, treasure, and national prestige. As we sat home in comfort, applauding Mr. Zelenskyy, cheering for the war we and NATO (but I repeat myself) ignited, and keeping the meat-grinder working, Ukraine has lost perhaps half a million dead, many more irrecoverably maimed, and has exhausted itself to the point of sending old men and pregnant women off to be slaughtered. Meanwhile the carnage, and mass emigration, have reduced Ukraine’s population by half, and destroyed its economy. The nation’s pensioners are supported, for now, by American taxpayers, but that can’t go on much longer. Meanwhile, with our sanctions and sabotage against Russian oil and gas having backfired, we have managed to drive Russia and China more closely together, to wreck the energy economy of our vassal states in Europe, and to destabilize the U.S. dollar’s position as the world’s reserve currency.

The infamy of this misadventure is compounded by the venality of our First Family’s long and corrupt association with the nation we have so casually destroyed.

With the certainty of failure, those who manage public opinion will turn the page. Already, other shiny objects — the ructions in Gaza, the presidential elections — divert our attention. Ukraine, its international support gone, and standing alone and helpless, will try to offer terms to Russia, but it is far too late for that. Russia will take what it wants, and like Melos so long ago, Ukraine will be gone — and soon forgotten.

The American empire is dying, as empires so often do, of hubris, folly, overextension, and spiritual exhaustion. We should be deeply, bitterly ashamed of what we have done to Ukraine. History will not be kind.

Okay, Okay…

I know I’ve said this before, but I really am going to get this blog going again now. (I may start with a post about what happened to me to make me lay off for as long as I did, or I may not; doing so might be just a bit too omphaloskeptic — and even worse for the reader, boring.)

For today, let’s pick up where I left off two months ago, which is the war in Gaza. Recently I had begun putting together a post of my own about all the bogus “pro-Palestinian” ructions we’ve been seeing everywhere. (Why are they “bogus”? Because nobody really cares about Palestinian civilians: if they truly did, they’d be screaming for Hamas to release their hostages and stop using their own people as human shields. Instead we’re just seeing people enjoy one of the oldest of human pleasures in this fallen world, namely the ecstatic feeling of being part of an angry mob howling for power and revenge.)

As it happens, though, just now I ran across a month-old post, from “The Writer Formerly Known As Moldbug”, that does a better job of this than I was about to, and more. (I have to hand it to the man; despite his having been immersed for a few years now in the warm, scented soak-bath of celebrity, he still has some zip on his serve.)

You can read his essay here. (It’s quite brief, by Moldbuggian standards.)

I’ll be back soon. It might take me a while to get the old muscles limbered up, and to rouse the Muse from her slumber, but I’ll post something — even if it’s just some brief remarks or a link to something interesting, with regularity.

The Widening Gyre

All eyes are on Israel today after Hamas launched a vicious assault from Gaza with widespread atrocities against civilians. This is one of those days where the tectonic plates suddenly slip, releasing destructive energy and reshaping the landscape.

The scope and coordination of the operation make it clear that it has been carefully planned; it seems overwhelmingly likely that Iran, newly flush with cash, has played a central role. The timing, on the 50th anniversary, to the day, of the Yom Kippur war, was obviously carefully chosen as well: Western resources have been severely strained by the war in Ukraine, and Benjamin Netanyahu’s recent return to power guarantees a massively destructive IDF response, which will galvanize anti-Israel sentiment throughout the Arab and Muslim world. (It will be very likely, for example, to fracture the recent Saudi-Israel entente.)

The timing also could not be better for Russia’s interests in Ukraine. Although it may have seemed to inattentive observers here in the West that the war in Ukraine has been deadlocked for several months, the truth is that the West has at this point bled Ukraine almost to death, and for months now has been looking for a narrative that enables it to walk away, as popular support for the endless and futile cost has withered away in America and elsewhere. Events in Israel will now provide the perfect excuse for us to divert our attention and resources. We should expect a sharp intensification of Russian action on the Ukrainian front over the next days and weeks.

Israel will now have little choice but to pulverize Gaza and Hamas; the previous era is over. If this really is, as seems likely, a coordinated action by Russia and Iran to advance the interests of both powers, it will have required a great deal of planning and logistics. Did all that really happen without the vaunted Israeli intelligence apparatus catching wind of it? That’s hard to imagine. Did Israel know this was coming, and thought that it would provide justification for doing what it has long felt it would sooner or later have to do in Gaza? Did they underestimate how severe the assault would be?

What happens next? This is a major event, and the repercussions and aftershocks are going to reverberate for a long time to come; I think this is just the beginning.

Stay safe, make sure your affairs are in order, and keep your powder dry.

P.S. Keep in mind also that our strategic petroleum reserve was recently depleted by this administration in order to diminish grumbling about skyrocketing fuel prices. If Iran now blocks the Strait of Hormuz, that great big chicken will come home to roost.

Where Matters Stand

A Disease Of The Heart

Published at City Journal today: a scathing article by my friend Jim Meigs on our shameful response to COVID-19, and how those in power at the highest levels of our public and private institutions (looking at you, Drs. Fauci and Collins) worked to suppress dissent and debate, interfere with legitimate inquiry into the disease’s origins, steer public-health policy for purely political ends — and, in particular, to cover their own asses when things got hot.

The article is long, but every word of it is well worth your time. (My only critique of the piece is that I wish Jim had mentioned that during this period Anthony Fauci was the highest-paid of all the federal government’s four million employees, making well over $400,000 a year.)

COVID itself was bad enough, but pandemics pass. The sickness Jim describes in this essay is far, far worse — and the prognosis is not good.

Read it here. And don’t be surprised if you suddenly remember what “tumbrels” are.