Back In NYC

My father’s situation having stabilized, I’ve just got back home. Thanks to you all for your kind comments and emails.

Old age is a terrible thing. Each crisis leaves you a little lower, a little weaker, a little frailer than the last. It’s hard to see aging as anything but a terrible, progressive, wasting disease, universally fatal.

Given that the body is a machine, aging is merely a technical problem, a matter of engineering. I have no doubt that it will be solved. Then we will have some new problems to solve.

Will the solution be expensive, perhaps extravagantly so? That will soon lead to a world divided between an immortal plutocracy, with all the time in the world to learn and master everything they ever wanted to know, and the rest of us.

Will it be cheap enough to be universally accessible? What will become of the world when all the old folks stop dying and getting out of the way?

I know this: it’s hard to think of a graver affront to human dignity than what old age does to a person.

Service Notice

Things will likely be quiet here for a few days — my elderly father’s health has taken a sudden turn for the worse, and I’ve flown out to California to help look after him.

I Was Like

With a hat tip to Laura Wood, here’s Clark Whelton on the recent descent of English into content-free moosh. An excerpt:

This deliberate descent into verbal bedlam first came to my attention when I was interviewing intern candidates for Mayor Edward I. Koch’s speechwriting office in New York City. Until the mid-’80s I had no trouble finding talented students from colleges such as Columbia, NYU, Pace University, and the senior colleges of New York’s City University system. Suddenly, however, it became difficult to recruit articulate candidates with writing ability. Even English majors had withered vocabularies and a hazy grasp of grammar. Many didn’t know a noun from verb and – strangest of all – they struggled mightily to avoid direct speech. In its place they employed self-quoting, playbacks of past conversations, “uptalking” (ending declarative sentences with an interrogative rise), and run-on sentences. They seemed to be defending themselves against their own words. I called this evasive dialect Vagueness.

At first I wondered if Vagueness had escaped from the zoo of post-hippy slang. For example, the overuse of “like” as a speech particle goes back to the early 1960s and beyond. But slang usually has an edge. Vagueness was amorphous. Operating as a kind of oral anti-matter, Vagueness camouflaged meaning with childish idioms, vocal intonation, facial expressions and ambiguity. To be understood, Vagueness had to be decoded. It wasn’t as though these students were capable of speaking standard American English but, for some perverse reason, had decided not to. Extended interviews revealed that most of them had no idea how to carry on a lucid conversation.

Like Ms. Wood, I disagree with the author’s suggestion (at the end of his essay) that the decline of clarity and coherence in written and spoken English has run its course. Why would it have? It exists in deadly embrace with a decline in critical thinking generally. Clear thinking can only be expressed in clear language, and the tendency toward vagueness in language exacerbates, and is in turn exacerbated by, a deepening avoidance of, and incapacity for, precision in analytical thought.

In Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, the contradictions and antinomies inherent in Ingsoc’s totalitarian ideology required that its subjects be conditioned to practice doublethink: the ability to hold in one’s mind whatever beliefs are necessary, espousing any or none of them as required, without regard to coherence. Because public utterance is a matter of public record, this means that language must in turn reflect the shape-shifting, foundationless irrationality of doublethink, and so it became Newspeak.

Now some of you will argue that the decline noted here might be due to our insistence on lowering academic standards so as to grant more general access to “higher” education, and no doubt this is true. But what critical analysis led to that? Anyway, one thing leads to another — and as noted below, we have already “progressed” to the point where considerable mastery of doublethink is necessary in order just to get through the day without incident.

Fail

The central inconsistency of multiculturalism: the belief that a culture that believes all cultures are of equal value is a superior culture.

As Good As A Mile

Courtesy of David Duff: 23 brushes with death.

What-ever

My, what a lot of advice folks on the Left are giving the GOP all of a sudden! They seem truly concerned. It’s all very touching.

Meanwhile, I’m encouraged by how eager so many on the Right seem to be to shape-shift into something more marketable to the tiny voting bloc they imagine they might peel away from the Democrats next time round, if they can just find the right set of beliefs to renounce. Amnesty for illegals? Repeal the Second Amendment? Post-partum abortion on demand? Maceration of the rich? Retire the Army? Polygamy? A condom in every pot? Whatever it takes.

As some wag once said:

“Madam, these are my principles. If you don’t like them, I have others.”

Whipped

Sorry – it’s quiet here at the moment, because the lovely Nina and I are moving house this week. I’m no longer as young as I was, and this sort of thing is exhausting.

Please browse our archives, take our ‘View a Random Post’ link for a spin, or go read some of what Bill Vallicella’s been throwing down.

Or, if you want to pursue the gloomy theme we’ve been featuring post-election, go find yourself a copy of Brian W. Aldiss’s short story The Failed Men (I first saw it under the title Ahead).

For those of you who’ve already read it, I’ll just say: we’ve got the struback in the hizzy.

Goodnight Nurse!

I haven’t written much about martial arts lately, but tonight I do have a brief and instructive item.

As I sat catching a bite at a local saloon last night, I saw what has to be one of the most stupendous UFC knockouts ever. It was administered to 38-year-old Rich Franklin by the 40-year-old fighter and MA-film star Cung Le, in the first round.

When you throw a left roundhouse kick, the lower body swivels clockwise. To maintain balance and conserve angular momentum, the upper body rotates in the opposite direction, and a fighter will typically drop the left hand momentarily to accentuate the effect. This creates a brief opening in the left upper gate. If you’ve seen your opponent do this a few times in a row (and UFC fighters love to pound on their opponents’ thighs with these bruising and wearying kicks), you can lie in wait with an overhand right.

To see how it’s done, have a look here.

Modernity As Maladaptation

In 2009 I wondered if secularism was an evolutionary dead end, a self-terminating defect. It is a fascinating question.

The expansion of modern secularizing culture — in particular its characteristic features of irreligion, prolongation of education and the expansion of the educational franchise to women, widely available contraception and abortion and the elimination of any stigma regarding their application, and transition to knowledge-based economies in which women can compete as equals against men — always acts so as to sharply reduce fertility rates wherever it takes hold. This makes the young and productive an ever-shrinking segment of society, while the old geezers who contribute little or nothing and must be supported become proportionally more and more numerous. This puts unsustainable fiscal pressure on a dwindling economic base. Catastrophe looms.

I see three possibilities:

1) Total social and population collapse.

2) A return to higher birthrates either through radical changes to the secular culture (by economic incentives, perhaps, or, conceivably, worse), or through a rejection of modern secular culture in favor of more “traditional” family and social norms, including religion. In either case, contraception and abortion would have to be broadly suppressed, or rejected outright.

3) Direct government production of babies ex utero.

I consider 3) the most likely, though that’s just a hunch. (Huxley had it right, I think.) Perhaps all three will happen in different parts of the world. In any event, I expect some rather unpleasant “bottlenecking” to happen in coming decades. (Keep your powder dry.)

Here is an outstanding survey of the issues, by Stanley Kurtz. Read. Discuss.

Some Things Are In Our Control And Others Not

In times like these, when hopes are dashed and all seems lost, when the red tide of battle has sown the fields with the corpses of your brethren, when a dark night has fallen that dawn may never break, it’s time to consult the Stoics.

One of the greatest of them was Epictetus (55-135), a slave of Rome who, after enduring unspeakable cruelty throughout his early life, achieved his freedom and became a teacher of philosophy. His lectures were transcribed by his young student Arrian, and the choicest of them come down to us in a slim volume known as the Enchiridion.

Read it here.

Read also this, if you want a tale of Stoicism in the face of unimaginable oppression: a speech by the late Admiral James Stockdale, who was tortured for seven years in Hanoi, and who, carrying the teachings of Epictetus in his heart, made them more than mere philosophy.

Sad News

In my previous post I mentioned that as this blog turned more toward the political, I had noticed that there were some interesting commenters that didn’t come around any more. Longtime readers will certainly recall one, in particular, who posted here frequently: an exceptionally intelligent, thoughtful, and articulate man by the name of Bob Koepp. He often disagreed with me, but it was always on solid intellectual principles, and he always kept me honest. He loved a good scrap as much as I do, and I greatly enjoyed having him around.

About a year ago he rather suddenly stopped commenting, and I had often wondered why.

Until today.

Peace be upon you, my friend, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Cue Chumbawumba

Last night I sat up late, ruminating on Tuesday’s result, and weighing defiance against despair.

I thought about how the tone and content of this blog (which are of course just a mirror of the tone and content of its author) had been taken over, more and more as years went by, by the need to understand and resist the deadly disease afflicting America and the West.

In its early days this website was a very different place, which must mean that I too was in some important sense a very different person. The content was broadly varied (see, for example, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here). I wrote about philosophy, the nature of mind, music, chess, martial arts, inner work, evolution, the absurdity of the passing scene, and much more.

There was a lightness of spirit here that is now largely gone, displaced by a grim concern for the great calamity of our time: the slow and deliberate suicide of our nation and of its rootstock, the high civilization of the West. I had many interesting commenters, back then, who don’t come around any more. I miss them. (Browse our early archives, and you’ll see what I mean.)

If it is to be despair or defiance, give me defiance. Despair is death, and we must choose life. We must do what we can, and we must continue to speak the truth, no matter the cost. (Indeed, this watershed election makes clear that we now have nothing to lose by frank and unapologetic consistency with our axioms: we ran a man who was more willing to compromise and dilute conservatism than any conservative ought to be, and we lost nevertheless.) We must also find a way to survive among the ruins, and to preserve what we can of our fallen society, and the timeless principles that once made it great. That requires that we continue to analyze, understand, and explain the political, ideological, and demographic forces that drive the accelerating changes all around us, and that those of us who are committed to building some sort of ark in which our civilization can ride out the Flood must brace ourselves to this duty. We’ve been beaten, yes, roundly and soundly. But we aren’t dead!

So: if we will not despair, then it is vital for the battered spirit to remember that there is still light and beauty in the world, and boundless opportunity for wonder and fascination, for love and laughter. There is much more to life than this grim struggle, and it’s time to pay attention once again to good things long neglected around here.

Down. Out?

Peter Kirsanow posted this at the Corner today:

Now that president Obama has been given more “flexibility,’ conservatives need to pause, recharge, assess, recalibrate.

Then fight.

Conservatives can’t be in denial. The country may very well be at a tipping point. Yes, millions fewer voted for Obama than in 2008, but it’s astonishing and disconcerting that tens of millions voted for him with their eyes wide open. They voted for him after four years of 8 percent unemployment, exploding deficits, foreign-policy fecklessness, unsustainable debt, and assaults on liberty.

The electorate may well have shifted politically, and perhaps culturally. That will happen when we cede our institutions to the minions of ’progress,’ when our media is biased and political elites cowardly. But human nature has not changed and neither have the principles conservatives ”” Americans ”” hold dear.

Obama and the Left will be emboldened. They will continue their effort to “fundamentally transform’ America. Indeed, now that Obamacare will go into effect in full, the transformation will take several giant, worrisome steps forward.

That’s why we must fight. Harder, smarter, relentlessly. While we must shrewdly assess what went wrong politically, we don’t have time for finger-pointing and recriminations. Those inclined can do so later.There are too many perils at our doorstep.

There is no time, either, for the traditional post-election honeymoon. This president has already enjoyed one for the last four years. We have principles and values to defend and we must defend them vigorously. For on the immediate horizon are galactic problems: Defense cuts, a nuclear Iran, an entitlement catastrophe, tax increases, energy restrictions, Supreme Court appointments, a bellicose China, suffocating regulations, amnesty for illegals, chronic high unemployment, just to name a few.

Obama won last night, but we rejoin the fray today. Fight every attempt to spend us further into oblivion. Fight every attempt to further redistribute wealth. Fight every attempt to entrench a new entitlement. Fight every attempt to weaken our military. Fight every attempt to bury Benghazi. Fight every attempt to curb our religious freedom. Fight every attempt to revise history. Fight the enervating imposition of political correctness.

Fight for American exceptionalism. Fight for what’s best about America.

I am reminded of Churchill’s epigraph:

In War: Resolution. In Defeat: Defiance. In Victory: Magnanimity.

The great man also said:

Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never — in nothing, great or small, large or petty — never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

Well, resolution didn’t carry the day, and so magnanimity is off the table. That leaves defiance.

When you’ve done your best to stand up to a bully, but have been beaten to the ground, dazed and bloody, defiance begins with the simple act of picking yourself up to your hands and knees, shaking your head, refocusing your eyes, then narrowing them as you remember what you are fighting for and why. The alternative is submission, and the death of the spirit.

This is a hard one, though. Some on the Right are already pointing the finger at Mr. Romney and his campaign — blaming his vagueness and inconsistency, and his team’s inability to counter the Obama “ground game” — but that isn’t why we lost.

In a time of deep and persistent economic misery, and with fewer people employed today than were working four years ago, we put up a decent, likable man, a seasoned executive whom a majority of Americans thought would do a better job of restoring the economy than the incumbent — and were beaten nevertheless.

After four years of bitter division and intractable malaise, after Fast and Furious, the stimulus, the bloody partisan imposition of Obamacare, after Solyndra and Benghazi, after four years of trampling the separation of powers and the role of the nation’s elected representatives in order to govern at the whim of the Executive and his unelected “czars”, we stood up a modest, moderate, cooperative candidate who stood for the idea that the United States can still be a constitutional republic — and were beaten nevertheless.

After four years of withering assault upon the mediating layers of civil society and local government that stand between a radically atomized citizenry and the federal Leviathan, and that have, until this final epoch in the arc of American history, been the most important and most sustaining aspect of the nation’s ordinary life, we put up a sensible man who understood that a happy and healthy society emerges from the bottom up, rather than being imposed willy-nilly by a distant, central authority — and were beaten nevertheless.

At a time when a runaway culture of dependence and entitlement has degraded and infantilized an ever-expanding proportion of our citizenry, and has brought what what was once a virile and vigorous nation of free and self-reliant individuals to the point of almost certain spiritual and fiscal ruin, we put up candidates who understand that this is the path to national extinction — and were beaten nevertheless.

No, the problem isn’t that the GOP allied itself too closely with “extremists”, or that Mitt Romney was too much of a flip-flopper, or that he didn’t go after Mr. Obama vigorously enough in the later debates. The problem is that, as the founders understood so well — and tried their best to prevent by lacing up the government in the Constitution — democracy naturally descends into tyranny, and the rule of the mob. America has now crossed the event horizon, and the singularity lies ahead. Before we reach it — and although “there is a lot of ruin in a nation”, the acceleration will now be brisk — the tidal forces it will exert will soon begin to tear the nation to pieces.

The problem here was not Mr. Romney, or even Mr. Obama. The problem is that the American people themselves are no longer what they were. Mr. Obama spoke of “fundamentally transforming” America, but to imagine that he has done so is to confuse cause and effect. Had the fundamental character of this nation not already been transformed, he never would have succeeded.

So: America gets the government it wants, and that it deserves. We have chosen “equality” over liberty; free lunch over freedom; reassurance over responsibility. It will not last: it is utterly unsupportable. It will quickly be the death of America’s greatness, and will lead soon thereafter to the death and decomposition of America itself. But this is what we, the people, have chosen.

Defiance? I suppose. But it’s hard to believe that lifting ourselves from the mud and staggering to our feet again will, from this moment forward, ever change a thing.

Sorry to be so glum, readers. I’m sure I’ll perk up a bit as time goes by. Right now I’m still on all fours in the dirt, spitting out teeth.

Sunset

We lost. I don’t know quite what to say about that just yet. I thought that just maybe this nation could pull the nose up before it was too late, but I guess it wasn’t to be. Brace for impact.

Nothing to be ashamed of, though. We had a couple of pretty good centuries there. It was a pretty impressive run.

That’s about all I have to say, for now at least.

No, I’ll add this: if the current numbers stand, our commenter The One-Eyed Man called the electoral vote with perfect precision. I can’t let that pass by in silence.

I’ll also say: most impressive, Mr. President.

Update, the morning after: ECV 303 Obama, 206 Romney.

This Is It

Shortly after taking office in 2009, the newly minted President Barack Obama, speaking of his plan to re-energize America’s economy, told Matt Lauer:

“If I don’t have this done in three years, then there’s going to be a one-term proposition.’

OK, folks! Today’s the day. Let’s get out there and assert the proposition.

Chomsky, Prediction, and Polls

An interesting item from Dan Foster. Here.

“Cool”

This over the transom from the Obama campaign tonight:

Malcolm —

This is cool:

You can see exactly how many people named Malcolm have already voted.

Take a look at that. Then share it with your friends so they can see how many people with their names have voted, too — and look up their polling place.

Bottom line: We need every Malcolm — and everyone else, too — to make it out to the polls to support President Obama.

So help get the word out — and the vote:

http://my.barackobama.com/Your-Name

Thanks,

Yohannes

One more day.

Rushdie On Free Speech

Here’s a post by our pal Jeffery Hodges in which he excerpts some remarks by Salman Rushdie on the subject of free speech. There is also a comment, by someone called “Crude”, that triggered a knee-jerk reaction on my part — but which, as I began to respond, I realized deserved more careful consideration. I’m still thinking about it. Here it is:

Rushdie only supports freedom of speech insofar as he thinks that freedom advances his social and political aims. If you ask him, what if a real freedom of speech would undermine liberal values, make the world more religious and conservative, he wouldn’t be able to process it. To him, you can tell if you have those freedoms properly by whether the very thing he wants to see happen, happens more often.

Even you are similar. You say, “Better to have the bad ideas out in the sunlight where they can be attacked”. But what happens if Freedom of Speech doesn’t make the bad ideas wither and die? What if the “bad ideas” – I wonder what they are – thrive in a Free Speech environment, and the “good ideas” die? Will it be time to call the project a failed experiment?

Anyone can support a supposedly precious freedom when they think it will lead to a world they personally prefer.

The question the comment aroused in me is: are there memes that are so virulent, so dangerous, that they outcompete more virtuous and desirable memes in the arena of free expression?

This has of course been the motivation, throughout history, for the suppression of heresies. But is it still something we should be worried about? Think carefully before you answer.

What does it take for a “bad idea” to defeat a “good idea” in the open market? Highly successful memes, for example the world’s more durable and infectious religions, have been tuned by a long-term selective process to be tremendously contagious, and impressively resistant to attack.

Is free-speech absolutism more dangerous than it seems?

Comfy? Not If We Can Help It

I’ve been almost completely disconnected from the Internet for the past couple of days (I traveled back yesterday to storm-ravaged New York City, where I’m staying with friends, as our house here is still uninhabitable due to a construction project). So for tonight, just an item from the mailbag.

The latest edition of Jonah Goldberg’s weekly newsletter, the “G-File” features a fine rant, in the same vein as his latest book, The Tyranny Of Cliches (which, by the way, I’ve just read and enjoyed). In this item he takes on the pious and too-familiar exhortation to “comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable”.

You may not love Mr. Goldberg’s style; he’s one of a breed of political commentators I think of as “playful polemicists” (along with, for example, writers like Mark Steyn). No matter how grave the topic or how deeply he seeks to wound the enemy, there is always in his mind the wish for the little joke, the lighthearted aside, the frolicsome fillip. For many, he’s just too flippant, and I’m afraid that it’s often a regrettable distraction, because he’s an astute thinker, with much of value to say.

Here’s a long excerpt (I’ll keep it below the fold):

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Rough Night

Here’s a grim item: a time-lapse film of Sandy ravaging New York, shot from a camera above the East river.

My Fifteen Minutes

Got picked up on Michelle Malkin’s popular Twitter-aggregator site today. Not quite ready to quit the day job just yet, though.

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

Here’s a video that’s making the rounds, from Steven Crowder (the fellow who gave us that Lena Dunham parody a few days ago).

In this one Mr. Crowder “redistributes” Hallowe’en candy to reduce inequality. Needless to say, the kids he’s taking the candy from don’t like it.

It’s a funny video, sort of, and yes, we get the point — but let’s keep in mind that these are children, and perhaps are not exactly who we should be consulting to fine-tune our tax policy.

Instead, given how things have been going lately, I’d say start ’em off on foreign policy first, and see how that goes.

Welcome Back!

Mangan’s is back up, after a long hiatus. Pop over for this item on the effects of high diversity.

Worlds In Collision

From NOAA, here’s the Water Vapor Loop for the eastern US.

Uh-Oh

Here’s the big Con Ed plant at 14th Street. Blowing up.

Here’s Long Island City and the East River. Jesus.

Three feet of water on the floor of the NYSE (maybe; there are conflicting reports).

This is getting biblical, folks.

Worst of all, now: NYU medical center reported to be without power and no backup power.

It’s That Bad

Tweeted just now by @tonywoodlief:

Hurricane Sandy forces closure of UN, causing intolerable delays in the global spread of moral equivalence.

Meanwhile, in New Jersey there are sharks in the streets.

Update: that last one’s a fake.

Here’s Atlantic City.

And Brooklyn Bridge Park.

Stuyvesant Town. Holy crap.

Dennis Miller (@DennisDMZ) tweets:

I’m in NY. Bloomberg just warned people if storm does drive them to cannibalism they should not use salt on their fellow citizens. #sandy

First Avenue.

(High tide still a little while off, BTW.)

14th Street.

And now, power failing in Manhattan. I can’t believe it’s still on here in Wellfleet…

Battery Tunnel now filling with water.

Manhattan now cut off – no way in or out.

OK, you get the idea. Watch the news.

Comic Relief

Rickles at Reagan’s second inaugural. Here.

I Feel Better Now

Cheers!

Waiting

It’s 2 a.m., and getting mighty windy here in Wellfleet as Sandy moves north. Everybody knows the power’s going out sooner or later.

I know that the worst of this storm is going to be felt south and west of here, but my, that wind sure is howling, and at times like this it’s awfully hard to forget that the Outer Cape is only a little wisp of sand flung far out into a cold and angry sea.

Feel-Good Story Of The Day

This warms my heart in so many ways.

The Council Of One

With a hat tip to Bill Keezer, here’s a look at the Obama administration’s increasingly routine use of kill lists and drone strikes to prosecute foreign policy.

I excerpt two notable quotes from this post. The first is by its author:

Benghazi illustrates the problem of the President having the authority for everything and the responsibility for nothing.

The second is from the great war historian B.H. Lidell Hart:

In peace we concentrate so much on tactics that we are apt to forget that it is merely the handmaiden of strategy.

As disturbing as this new tactic is, frankly I think we will need to get used to it. Even under historical, traditional conditions of war, where antagonistic nations pit uniformed armies against each other on the battlefield, and navies upon the sea, the transparency and diffusion of power inherent to representative democracy has always been a hindrance to the cohesion of strategic and tactical will, as well as to stealth and surprise. But in this not-so-brave new world, where the enemy arrayed against us is a shape-shifting army of shadows, and in which we good people of the compassionate West bind our military’s hands with rules of engagement better suited to a suburban paintball club than to mortal combat against implacable, pitiless foes, this sort of thing is about all we’ve got. I expect it will continue, no matter who wins the election.

Circle Of Life

Kevin Kim gives us a memorable visual recap of the recent execution by mortar round of a tippling Nork military bigwig.

The Panopticon Is Here

With a hat tip to the indefatigable JK, here’s the latest on micro-drones.

When I was at Singularity University this past April, a recurring theme was that the coming ubiquity of tiny, cheap and efficient sensors will soon have a seismic effect on the technological, and therefore the human, landscape.

We like to think that we are much freer, in the modern liberal West, than our forebears were under the monarchies, autocracies, and dictatorships of the past. But the truth is that even under the most capricious and unenlightened despots, the lives of ordinary subjects long ago were rarely if ever affected directly by the sovereign, who lived in some far-off keep and was entirely unable to monitor or control the day-to-day activities of his people. But the advent of modern communication and transportation in the twentieth century, followed by electronic-record-keeping of financial transactions and other interactions, has made possible a far greater degree of interference by the government in the minutiae of everyday life — and the development in the twenty-first century of small, ubiquitous sensors, connected in real time to intelligent and adaptive monitoring systems, will carry this trend to its logical endpoint: enabling the continuous monitoring of everything any of us does, anywhere, anytime.

Auxetic Material

Never heard of it? Neither had I. It has a negative Poisson ratio.

Here. See also here and here.

Magnitude 7.7

Breaking: big quake in the Queen Charlotte islands, off British Columbia.

Here.

Methinks They’re Going To Need A Bigger Rug

Here’s a story that’s making the rounds today. I have no way of assessing its veracity.

Movie Night

By now you’ve probably seen the Obama campaign’s video featuring Girls star Lena Dunham. It’s a pitch to female first-time voters, and the conceit of the video is to liken a girl’s first voting experience to her first sexual experience. “Your first time shouldn’t be with just anybody,” the tattooed Ms. Dunham explains. “You want to do it with a great guy.”

Conservatives think this is just unspeakably creepy, for all the obvious reasons (and there are many, including that this is actually an imitation of a campaign video by Vladimir Putin), but liberals think it’s just funny and clever, in a worldly, sophisticated way.

If you haven’t seen it, here it is:

 

Today I found an amusing parody:

 

Both of these are trumped, however — and not by a little — by this horrifying, cult-like ad:

 

Ten days to go.

Wild Kingdom

It being a lovely day yesterday, I stopped by the harbor to take in the view. Here’s the vista from Mayo Beach:

After a minute or so I noticed that there was some sort of large animal in distress just offshore. All I could see was a single dark flipper lifting out of the water and flapping about. I thought it must be another of the small cetaceans that beach themselves so often in the harbor at low tide (see here). I used my phone to take a low-res video:

(This is a really terrible video, but it’s that black blob popping in and out of the water in the middle of the picture. It looks much father away than it actually was.)

A fellow sitting on his porch nearby noticed this thing in the water too, and waded out in his shorts to get a better look. It turned out not to be a mammal at all, but a mola — a strange critter, also known as the ocean sunfish, that looks like a huge swimming head with one long fin on top pointing up, and another on the bottom pointing down. Here’s a picture of one:


Mola mola

 
As you can imagine, shallow water is a problem for these guys, and it turns out that the large swift tides in shallow Wellfleet Harbor often catch them unawares. (Regular readers may recall I found a dead one on the same beach about a year ago, as documented here.) This hapless mola was in a similar pickle — caught in about eighteen inches of water, it was unable to get vertical enough to swim properly, and so was just floundering along sideways, making very little headway.

I hope it got out of there eventually.

Meanwhile, as I was standing on the beach I noticed something else flopping about, this time on the mud-flat just a few feet away. I went over for a look, and saw that it was a razor clam on the move. For the benefit of those of you who have never seen a razor clam in full flight, I shot a video of that, too.

Here it is:

There you have it, readers: nature red in tooth and claw.

The Apology Tour

Mitt Romney drew scorn from Obama supporters, and warm approval from the rest of us, when he referred to Barack Obama’s “apology tour” during Monday’s debate. Obama apologizing for America? Never happened, says the Left. (Indeed, they even said it here.)

Pah! Mere pettifogging and hairsplitting. Blogger Jeryl Bier explains, deftly and succinctly, here.

Aid And Comfort

As we all know by now, the “Arab Spring” has led not to a flowering of pro-Western secular democracy, but instead has brought about a profound shift toward Islamist government throughout the region. Barry Rubin examines the President’s influence on this process, here.

Hat tip: VFR.

Currency Wars

Do forgive me for all that doom & gloom in our previous thread.

Here, this’ll cheer you up. From Jim Rickards.

All Done!

Well, there you have it, America. We don’t have to watch any more debates until the next presidential campaign gets underway, which won’t be for several months yet.

Romney held his own well enough, and landed a few good blows (best of all: the apology tour). He looked steady and calm, and plausibly Presidential. That said, he seriously blew, in my opinion, the answer to “What is the greatest threat to America’s national security?” His answer was Iran’s nuclear program, but that was off by two. Closer would have been Pakistan (excuse me: “Pock-ee-stahn”), which is disintegrating into Islamizing chaos and owns at least a hundred nuclear weapons. The best answer, though, would have been to say that the biggest threat to America’s security is its unsustainable debt and deficit spending.

Romney also has his head in the clouds regarding the Muslim world generally; he seriously seems to believe that America actually has some chance of noodging the Ummah world into rejecting Islamic “extremism”, and that pinning our hopes on this constitutes a realistic policy. But I have long since given up on any mainstream politician, or pundit, or pretty much anybody with a career in public affairs to worry about, ever saying anything sensible or realistic on that score.

I think that Mr. Obama made a serious mistake with all that snark about horses and bayonets, and how we have “these things called aircraft carriers — planes land on them.” It was snotty and unpresidential, and it ignored, sarcastically, a legitimate point about naval strength. It seemed he often answered serious criticisms with petty personal retorts.

The snap polls are giving this one to Obama, and overall he probably gave as good as he got tonight, I think; he more than held his own in several exchanges. He needed more than that, though, and I don’t think he reversed Mr. Romney’s momentum. He also made one startling remark: that sequestration is “not going to happen”. Whut? Front page news, if true.

Bob Schieffer was by far the best of the moderators (save for jumping in to debate the Republican once or twice). I thought he did a good job.

So! Just some last-minute chess-playing on the hustings, and then off to the only poll that matters. I’ll be glad when it’s over. Keep in mind: no matter who wins, we’re completely screwed.

Final Round

Readers, today we have come to the last debate of this historic election cycle. The stakes couldn’t be higher: upon this election hinges the very survival of this great Republic, and the security of our children, and our children’s children.

So here’s tonight’s drinking game.

An Old Hand

From about 1580, in fact. Here.

Losing Our Lease!

Just got this in the mail from the Obama campaign:

 

The New Navy

I’ve been hearing a lot lately about defense-spending cuts. All I can say is they’d better not cut this.

Strengthen That Brand !!!

With just over two weeks to go until the election, I know many of you are still in the critical “undecided” column. If so, then perhaps this rousing exhortation, sent to me this morning by African Americans for Obama, will help you make up your mind:

The American people and President Obama know how to create jobs right here in America to produce innovative quality products that strengthen the American brand, brings our needy people out of poverty, strengthens American small businesses, the middle class and strongly grows our national economy !!!

Do we want America fall behind the other nations of the world? Do we want to have regrets because we did not vote? Do we want to regret because we voted for someone, we do not know the agenda, we do not know the truth, we do not know the values, believes and commitment to our democracy and the American People?

NO, NO, NO !!!

The choice is yours, America !!! Get out there and vote.

“What Makes Your Big Head So Hard?”

Here’s a gloomy piece about my genetic homeland.

It contains this priceless quote from P. G. Wodehouse:

“It is never difficult to distinguish between a ray of sunshine and a Scotsman with a grievance.’

Too Bad ‘Chartwell’ Was Already Taken

Here’s an odd little story — a million maps found in a 948-square-foot cottage about to be torn down.

Forward!

Want more of this? It’s up to you. Sixteen days and counting.