Rather a nice sunset just now over at Duck Harbor:

Here’s a delightfully un-PC item about Mitt Romney, by NRO’s Kevin D. Williamson, that’s sure to push all the right buttons. (As I write, it’s already clear from a quick survey of Twitter that those buttons have been pushed en masse.) It begins:
What do women want? The conventional biological wisdom is that men select mates for fertility, while women select for status — thus the commonness of younger women’s pairing with well-established older men but the rarity of the converse. The Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher model is an exception — the only 40-year-old woman Jack Nicholson has ever seen naked is Kathy Bates in that horrific hot-tub scene. Age is cruel to women, and subordination is cruel to men. Ellen Kullman is a very pretty woman, but at 56 years of age she probably would not turn a lot of heads in a college bar, and the fact that she is the chairman and CEO of Dupont isn’t going to change that.
It’s a good thing Mitt Romney doesn’t hang out in college bars.
You want off-the-charts status? Check out the curriculum vitae of one Willard M. Romney: $200 million in the bank (and a hell of a lot more if he didn’t give so much away), apex alpha executive, CEO, chairman of the board, governor, bishop, boss of everything he’s ever touched. Son of the same, father of more. It is a curious scientific fact (explained in evolutionary biology by the Trivers-Willard hypothesis — Willard, notice) that high-status animals tend to have more male offspring than female offspring, which holds true across many species, from red deer to mink to Homo sap. The offspring of rich families are statistically biased in favor of sons — the children of the general population are 51 percent male and 49 percent female, but the children of the Forbes billionaire list are 60 percent male. Have a gander at that Romney family picture: five sons, zero daughters. Romney has 18 grandchildren, and they exceed a 2:1 ratio of grandsons to granddaughters (13:5). When they go to church at their summer-vacation home, the Romney clan makes up a third of the congregation. He is basically a tribal chieftain.
Professor Obama? Two daughters. May as well give the guy a cardigan. And fallopian tubes.
From an evolutionary point of view, Mitt Romney should get 100 percent of the female vote. All of it. He should get Michelle Obama’s vote.
Read the rest here.
As planned, I’ve hardly written anything here for a couple of weeks now. The lovely Nina and I are sequestered at our modest hilltop dacha here in the Outer Cape, and after spending two or three long days each week writing code (thank goodness for telecommuting!) the last thing I’ve felt like doing is to spend more time at the computer while everyone else is out lolling on the beach, swimming in the ponds, eating, drinking, and generally enjoying one another’s company in one of the nicest places on Earth.
The world is certainly going to hell as usual, but I’m confident it will still be going to hell a couple of weeks from now, when the last few weeks of summer are over. Till then, I think a “miscellany of brief items” will have to do.
So: here’s a piquant item from Thomas Sowell, and a parking-garage door that sounds like Miles Davis. I’m off for some chowder.
Another quick link: I stumbled across a collection of photos by someone named “Faryndale”, and I think they’re mighty good. Have a look.
Okay, readers of a certain age: have a look at this.
Closed-door meetings between Obama, Biden, and Hillary Clinton today…
I find it hard to believe that Ms. Clinton would accept Mr. Biden’s place on the ticket, but we’ll just have to see.
Of course, they might just be talking about, oh, foreign policy, or something, I guess. [snicker]
What do you think, folks — will Joe Biden, who just seems to get battier and battier, be on the ticket in November?
Interesting item here: as calls to disarm the citizenry grow louder, why is the National Weather Service stocking up on .40-caliber jacketed hollow-point amunition?
Here’s the damage to the U.S.S. Porter, in case you were wondering.
Just stood in the checkout line at the Wellfleet general store with Noam Chomsky.
We didn’t chat.
The inevitable showdown between the Brotherhood and the military in Egypt has arrived: Mohamed Morsi has sacked generals Tantawi and Anan.
The military were the last bastion against the complete Islamization of Egypt, and were the real managers of the national convulsion that naifs in the West called the “Facebook revolution”. Now the newly elected Islamist president calls them to heel. Will they stand down peacefully?
Place your bets!
So! Paul Ryan it is. Good choice, I think. It tilts the centrist Romney’s ticket toward fiscal conservatism, and makes the choice in November crystal-clear.
Also: can’t wait for the Ryan – Biden debates!
Last night on Twitter, just after the choice was “leaked”, Jonah Goldberg tweeted:
“Joe Biden just soiled himself.”
Will Antonin tweeted back:
“Wait till he hears about the Ryan pick!”
Are you a transgendered Wiccan in a stable polyamorous relationship? Got a craving for a juicy, crispy, perfectly seasoned chicken sandwich, but would sooner camp out for Donny Osmond tickets than darken the door of a Chick-fil-a?
Well, sir or madam, today’s your lucky day. Have a look here.
Here’s a stunning 360-degree panorama from Mars, courtesy of the rover Opportunity.
With a hat tip to reader JK:
In 1970, a Zambia-based nun named Sister Mary Jucunda wrote to Dr. Ernst Stuhlinger, then-associate director of science at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center, in response to his ongoing research into a piloted mission to Mars. Specifically, she asked how he could suggest spending billions of dollars on such a project at a time when so many children were starving on Earth.
Stuhlinger soon sent the following letter of explanation to Sister Jucunda, along with a copy of “Earthrise,” the iconic photograph of Earth taken in 1968 by astronaut William Anders, from the Moon (also embedded in the transcript). His thoughtful reply was later published by NASA, and titled, “Why Explore Space?”
Read it here.
Two reasons that Dr. Stuhlinger left out:
1) Exploring, expanding, climbing, conquering is just what we do.
2) There’s a fortune to be made out there!
“Such is the nature of man,
that for your first gift — he prostrates himself;
for your second — kisses your hand;
for the third — fawns;
for the fourth — just nods his head once;
for the fifth — becomes too familiar;
for the sixth — insults you;
and for the seventh — sues you because he was not given enough.”
Gurdjieff, All and Everything, Third Series, p. 56
Here’s a clever graphic presentation by the Times putting all the Olympic 100-meter winners since 1896 in the same race.
NRO posted a good piece by Yuval Levin today, on competing views of the mediating layer that stands between the individual and the State.
Here.
I like this: our Reconnaissance orbiter snapped a picture of Curiosity descending to Mars last night.
Here.
“Give me the razor, Jim,” said Turkle, his eyes glittering coldly.
“Not until you drop that fish,” I told him, letting the strop slip from my hand. I heard it slap dully against the titanium frame. The… thing on the bench began to stir.
One chance, I thought to myself. I’ll get one chance.
“Jesus Christ, you guys! Are you fucking crazy? You’re freaking me out here,” said Cnastibon, his zoolm reddened with alarm.
Turkle barely moved. Cnastibon gurgled, then slumped to the floor, cut almost in half.
“Give me the razor, Jim.”
“Not until you drop that fish.”
Have a look at this remarkable sculpture by Neil Dawson, mounted on a hilltop in New Zealand.
More views of it here.
It’s August, and it’s hot and sticky, even here in the Outer Cape. Under these conditions, my little grey cells are roused to action with the greatest reluctance, and even then give only second-rate service. So for the next few weeks substantial posts may be sporadic at best; all I’m likely to have on offer much of the time will be things like The Only Known Footage of Mark Twain.
Things having gone so well elsewhere in the region, it appears we have decided to throw our weight behind the Syrian rebels.
Will this thing replace the mouse, do you think?
I’m skeptical. It’s a great accessory, but one important feature of using a mouse is that one can rest one’s hand on the desk. Holding your arms up all day to use your computer would be tiring, I think.
Yet another appalling story of Federal bullying, this time courtesy of our e-pal David Duff.
Here.
In response to a recent post featuring Victor Davis Hanson’s series of essays on the decline of civilized life in California’s Central Valley, a reader complained about all this pessimistic “conservative porn”.
Here, then, is Dr. Hanson showing some optimism. Perhaps readers seeing this will be inclined to take his reporting from Mexifornia more seriously.
You’ve seen those ads for the Most Interesting Man In The World, I’m sure.
Here’s someone who I think could give him a run for his money.
Victor Davis Hanson’s family has lived for generations in the agricultural heartland of California — an area that is now, after decades of ruinously misguided policymaking, in the vanguard of America’s decline into third-world decrepitude. Nobody tells this dismal story better than Dr. Hanson does in his periodic dispatches. His latest is here (with thanks to TBH for the link).
An excerpt:
Our culprit out here was not the Bomb (and remember, Hiroshima looks a lot better today than does Detroit, despite the inverse in 1945). The condition is instead brought on by a perfect storm of events that have shred the veneer of sophisticated civilization. Add up the causes. One was the destruction of the California rural middle class. Manufacturing jobs, small family farms, and new businesses disappeared due to globalization, high taxes, and new regulations. A pyramidal society followed of a few absentee land barons and corporate grandees, and a mass of those on entitlements or working for government or employed at low-skilled service jobs. The guy with a viable 60 acres of almonds ceased to exist.
Illegal immigration did its share. No society can successfully absorb some 6-7 million illegal aliens, in less than two decades, the vast majority without English, legality, or education from the poorer provinces of Mexico, the arrivals subsidized by state entitlements while sending billions in remittances back to Mexico ”” all in a politicized climate where dissent is demonized as racism. This state of affairs is especially true when the host has given up on assimilation, integration, the melting pot, and basic requirements of lawful citizenship.
Terrible governance was also a culprit, in the sense that the state worked like a lottery: those lucky enough by hook or by crook to get a state job thereby landed a bonanza of high wages, good benefits, no accountability, and rich pensions that eventually almost broke the larger and less well-compensated general society. When I see hordes of Highway Patrolmen writing tickets in a way they did not before 2008, I assume that these are revenue-based, not safety-based, protocols ”” a little added fiscal insurance that pensions and benefits will not be cut.
A coarsening of popular culture ”” a nationwide phenomenon ”” was intensified, as it always is, in California. The internet, video games, and modern pop culture translated into a generation of youth that did not know the value of hard work or a weekend hike in the Sierra. They didn’t learn how to open a good history book or poem, much less acquire even basic skills such as mowing the lawn or hammering a nail. But California’s Generation X did know that they were “somebody’ whom teachers and officials dared not reprimand, punish, prosecute, or otherwise pass judgment on for their anti-social behavior. Add all that up with a whiny, pampered, influential elite on the coast that was more worried about wind power, gay marriage, ending plastic bags in the grocery stores ”” and, well, you get the present-day Road Warrior culture of California.
When you’re done with Dr. Hanson’s piece, read this related item, from Kevin D. Williamson.
Patrick Buchanan explains, clearly and sharply, why the GOP will die, a witless suicide.
Here.
I haven’t commented on the Chick-fil-A affray — so much creeping totalitarianism, so little time! — but Mark Steyn has, and you can read it here.
This is a horrible story, and a frightening glimpse of the road ahead. To his credit, Michael Bloomberg publicly refused to join the mayors of Chicago, Boston, and San Francisco in their Two Minutes’ Hate.
I saw a little of the Olympic opening ceremony last night; it was playing on the television at a local eatery where our small nuclear family, soon to be riven to opposite hemispheres of the globe, had gathered for a bite.
It was, from what I could see, a dismayingly shallow and garish entertainment. Apparently the only things worth noticing about Britain nowadays are its shoddy socialized health system, its fondness for pop music, and its fashionably (and forcibly) randomized demography, which has so atomized this once-coherent population that it is now apparently the law of the land that no two people of the same human subgroup may appear on stage at the same time.
One thing that is dying fast in our civilization is a proper appreciation of the importance of major public ceremonies. Britain used to understand this very well indeed, back when it ruled the world; its ostentatious rituals took place at the gravitational center of the culture, pulling all its parts toward the core. But how can this possibly work now that Britain has traded away its culture for a shapeless, acentric multiculture, and extinguished its haecceity as a nation, as the homeland of a common people with a shared way of life?
No, that’s all over and done with. In 2012 Britain is nothing but a place. With its youth long past and all vigor dissipated, the mighty nation of Churchill and Shakespeare, of Dickens and Drake and Newton and Nelson, now frisks and capers in the costume of the day, hoping for a few shillings from the crowd.
In a tart item at NRO today, Kevin D. Williamson points out that eleven times more people die each year from neglecting to fill their heart-disease prescriptions than in gun assaults, and makes the piquant observation that “Gun control isn’t about guns; it’s about control.”
Well, here’s something that should enliven the discussion: out there somewhere is a fellow who has made himself an AR-15 with a 3-D printer.
I don’t think most people realize just yet how mind-bogglingly revolutionary this technology is; I had no idea myself before seeing it in action at Singularity U in April. But given this universal tool, and a supply of simple raw materials, each of will soon have the power to manufacture, at negligible cost, any physical object whose material structure can be represented as digital information.
We’ve always said that the pen is mightier than the sword. Now the pen is the sword. How are you going to keep that genie in the bottle?
A year and a half ago, as the West enjoyed a collective thrill up the leg over the flowering of democracy in Tahrir Square, I suggested that the real beneficiary of the “Facebook revolution” would be the Muslim Brotherhood — an outfit our leaders apparently figured they could do business with, despite its mortal and implacable hostility to America, Israel, and every liberal principle upon which Western civilization stands.
And that’s exactly how things have been rolling along since then; we’ve all been cozying up nicely, on both sides of the aisle. In particular, the Republicans McCain and Graham (fresh from the Tripoli tent-party circuit) are positively oozing bonhomie. Andy McCarthy unburdened himself of a corking good rant about it all today at NRO, and you can read it here.
Here’s something worth having a look at: a lightning strike at 7,207 frames per second.
See also here.
From longshoreman Eric Hoffer, November 29th, 1974:
I cannot see myself living in a socialist society. My passion is to be left alone and only a capitalist society does so. Capitalism is ideally equipped for mastering things but awkward in mastering men. It hugs the assumption that people will perform tolerably well when left to themselves.
The curious thing is that the reluctance or inability to manage men makes capitalist society uniquely modern. Managing men is a primitive thing. It partakes of magic and is the domain of medicine men and tribal chieftains. Socialist and communist societies are a throwback to the primitive in their passion for managing men.
Idealists never weary of decrying capitalism for its trivial motivation. Yet a discrepancy between trivial motives and weighty consequences is an essential trait of human uniqueness and is particularly pronounced in the creative individual. Not only in the marketplace and on the battlefield but also in the world of thought and imagination, men who set their hearts on toys often accomplish great things. The idealists prize seriousness and weightiness. Let them go to the animal kingdom! Animals are deadly serious.
– Before the Sabbath, p. 4
I rail often about our swaggering, authoritarian mayor, Michael Bloomberg. (He gave me yet another reason to do so, just last night — and for a really tangy rant about Hizzonner, check out the inimitable Fran Lebowitz, here.)
One issue I think he’s clearly on the right side of, though, is the battle over the application test given to those hoping to become a New York City firefighter. Because black applicants failed the test at higher rates than whites, and because the only allowable explanation for such “achievement gaps” is institutionalized racism, the aggrieved parties filed a lawsuit arguing that the test must, ergo, be racist. Unsurprisingly, they won. Mayor Bloomberg rightly thought this was outrageous, and said so loudly and often.
Even more outrageous is the court’s remedy, recently announced. John Derbyshire picked up the story in his latest podcast. Here’s a transcript. Decide for yourself.
This next story is kind of an old chestnut; but it’s in the news, so we have to report it.
It’s the story of the New York City firefighter exam. You may recall that back in 2007 under the left-liberal George W. Bush administration, the federal Department of Justice sued the city of New York under the 1964 Civil Rights Act. See, the city had been selecting new firefighters from the pool of applicants by administering a pair of written exams. Black and Hispanic applicants failed these written exams at a higher rate than white applicants.
Those exam results triggered one of those rounds of litigation we are all so wearily familiar with. A group of black firefighters joined the Justice Department as plaintiffs, a Clinton-appointed federal judge of far-left-liberal opinions was asked to rule, and we were off to the races. So to speak.
Three years ago Judge Nicholas Garaufis ruled in favor of the Justice Department and the black co-plaintiffs. Six months later he further ruled that the city had practiced, quote, “intentional discrimination” by deliberately devising the written exams in such a way that black and Hispanic applicants would find them more difficult than white applicants found them.
Nowhere in the judge’s ruling was it explained how the city had done this. Judge Garaufis offered no examples of exam questions that would be plainly harder for blacks and Hispanics to answer than they would be for whites. Nor has anyone else been able to point to such questions. In fact, no evidence of intentional discrimination was offered at all, at any stage of the proceedings. Judge Garaufis just declared it to be so, like the Pharaoh in Cecil B. deMille’s Ten Commandments: “So let it be written, so let it be done!” In discrimination lawsuits, evidence is not required.
Judge Garaufis then proceeded to ponder an appropriate remedy for the aggrieved plaintiffs. This week we learned of that remedy.
First, Judge Garaufis imposed race quotas on the New York City Fire Department. The quotas are perfectly explicit. Out of every five firefighters hired from now on, two must be black and one must he Hispanic.
This is a bit peculiar, as in October last year Judge Garaufis declared from the bench that his remedial plan would not include quotas, despite, quote, “the city’s misleading and inflammatory statements to the contrary.” Those misleading and inflammatory statements turned out to be dead-on accurate. To put it slightly differently, Judge Garaufis turned out to be a shameless liar.
To further remedy the pain and humiliation suffered by these discriminated-against applicants, the judge has ordered that any black or Hispanic individual who failed either written exam ”” not both, but either ”” with a score of 25 out of 100 or higher must be placed on the priority hiring list, and will also receive monetary damages, including, quote, “non-economic damages.”
If you look at the actual exams ”” just google “New York City Firefighter Examinations,” they’ve been posted many times on different websites ”” you’ll see that they consist of multiple-choice questions, with four choices per question. Thus if, on either one of the exams, you answered all the questions at random, without even reading them, you would score 25 out of 100 or higher half the time for that exam. If you did it for both exams, since you only have to score 25 or more on one of them, you have a 75 percent chance of eligibility for that priority hiring list and those monetary damages, without having even read a single question!
The blacks and Hispanics who failed the written tests are to receive back pay ”” the estimate is $129 million ”” and, quote, “retroactive seniority” and, quote again, “a retroactively higher salary,” once they’ve been hired through the new quota system.
Some of these test fails go back to 2003. So: You’re a New York City firefighter. You studied hard, passed the exams, got hired, and have been fighting the city’s fires for nine years. Now suddenly one day here come DeShawn and Miguel, loaded up with nine years back pay and benefits, with seniority equal to yours in spite of not having spent a day on the job, and in spite of not having passed the exams. No: make that because of not having passed the exams.
That’s where our beloved Republic has come to with this race-guilt insanity: Failure is rewarded, excellence is punished.
In the wake of the Aurora massacre, the usual groups are saying the usual things. Some of these things are flamboyantly stupid. For example, E.J. Dionne, complaining that dialogue about gun laws is “prevented” in America, wrote that ” where a gun massacre is concerned … an absolute and total gag rule is imposed on any thinking beyond the immediate circumstances of the catastrophe.” As James Taranto pointed out this afternoon in his Best of the Web newsletter, this assertion is obviously self-refuting — because if it were correct, Mr. Dionne wouldn’t be making it in a major newspaper, and then going on to write at length about matters that lie beyond the immediate circumstances of the catastrophe.
Mr. Taranto also gave us Mayor Bloomberg (who by the way is protected around the clock by rough men carrying guns), saying that the sensible folks who might wean America off guns “have been cowed by a handful of advocates who think that the right to bear arms allows you to go out and kill people at random.” Now I follow the gun debate pretty closely, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone, from Charlton Heston to Wayne LaPierre to Ted Nugent, interpret the Second Amendment quite like that.
As long-time readers will imagine, I’m a strong supporter of gun rights, for a long list of reasons I won’t go into here. But I will say that the Left, in its zeal to achieve near-zero tolerance of gun ownership in America, overlooks the question it should be asking if it really wants a “debate” about this. That question is:
“OK, gun advocates, will you agree that private citizens shouldn’t be allowed to possess nuclear weapons? How about tanks, attack helicopters, or roof-mounted Hellfire missiles? If not those either, then where should the line be drawn, and on what coherent limiting principle?”
But nobody seems to be asking that.
Also:
“What is the appropriate trade-off, if any, between the need to protect individual rights under the Second Amendment and the need to keep lethal ordnance out of the hands of insane people? To what extent should we be willing to err on the side of caution, and to preempt the rights of the unhinged before they kill roomfuls of people? Afterward seems rather too late.”
These are hard questions, and fair ones, and the Left should ask them. And the Right should be thinking about how to answer them.