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.

Catastrophizing The Weather

Yesterday’s deluge in New York City was a substantial and frightening event. In Park Slope, Brooklyn, where I lived for 40 years before selling up and moving out (thank goodness!), the flooding at the bottom of the moraine was up to the windows of stranded cars.

As with every notable weather event these days, from floods to droughts, heatwaves to cold-snaps, and anything in between, this one brought out a Greek chorus on social and other media to pin the blame on “climate change”.

Not so fast, says earth-science professor and “political orphan” Dr. Matthew Wielicki, who maintains a Substack page called Irrational Fear. In a post published today, he reminds us that the Great Storm of 1882 dropped eight inches of rain on Gotham in a single day, while atmospheric CO2 was at a paltry 290 parts per million. He also presents this chart to show there there doesn’t seem to be any general trend with these deluges:

Read the whole thing here.

Oh, And…

Worm that jumps from rats to slugs to human brains has invaded Southeast US
 

Been Slow, I Know

Once again I must apologize for the spotty content here lately (aside from the item I popped up for discussion yesterday, which is really just me picking at a very old scab from a different direction).

I’ve had enough of jeremiads about the state of our decline and misrule; it would be easy enough to write a new one each day, but that job is more than adequately taken. So is the task of explaining, from various theoretical perspectives, how we got here: I’ve done plenty of that over the years, and lots of people are still doing good work in that department (see, for example, Auron Macintyre).

At this point I have little to add that I haven’t already said many times over. Most of what I’d write about current events at this point would consist mainly of “See? I told you so!” — or at this point, maybe something more like “Fly, you fools!!”.

What’s left is to figure out how we get ourselves out of this mess — but frankly, it’s all probably just going to run its dismal and destructive course, as it always has in the past, always and everywhere. Things will be a little different this time round, perhaps, because technology is going to allow the mills to grind “exceeding small” compared to anything that was possible in the past (and because we seem to be, compared to earlier times, more stupid and ignorant than ever), but the great cycles will turn as they always do.

If all that sounds a bit glum, not to worry – I’m fine over here, and have been distracting myself with other things: music, reading, swimming, chess, working on the house, spending time with my lovely wife, and all the other things that a gentleman of “a certain age” is supposed to enjoy. I just haven’t been inclined to write much.

That, of course, may change! You never know with these things; the Muse is fickle and capricious, and the Fall is coming (in both senses of the word). Do check in.

Spot The Error

(Spoiler: I can’t.)

Found here.

Just Wondering

I hear there was some sort of political debate last night. How did it go?

From The Workshop

Although I no longer have to mix records to pay the bills, I still love to do what I do best, and so I enjoy doing a few projects a year in Hiram Hill Studio, the superbly equipped little mixing room I have here at home.

This spring I mixed a five-song compositional-jazz EP for a wonderful musician (and new friend!) by the name of Joseph Henry Cortese (a lavishly gifted drummer, composer, and recording engineer who is also the pastor of Crossroads Tabernacle in New York). It came out very well, I think — every aspect of this record, from the compositions and arrangements, to the playing, to the pristine recordings Joseph made in his own studio, is top-notch — and I’m proud to have been a part of it.

Have a listen here.

A Mathematician’s Case For Belief In God

This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series Pilgrim's Progress

Here is a brief and almost impossibly concise rationalist apologia for Christian belief, given by the Oxford mathematician John Lennox.

I’ll quote just two little gems from his speech. The first:

“People are so desperate now to show that the universe created itself from nothing – which seems to me to be an immediate oxymoron: if I say ‘X created Y’, I am assuming the existence of X to explain the existence of Y; if I say ‘X created X’, I’m assuming the existence of X to explain he existence of X — which simply shows that nonsense remains nonsense even if high-powered scientists utter it. It reminds me a little bit of G. K. Chesterton, who said ‘It is absurd to complain that it is unthinkable for an unbthinkable God to make everything out of nothing, and then to pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.'”

I think this one’s even better:

“Science, of course marvelous as it is, is limited. Even a Nobel Prize winner, by analyzing a cake, cannot tell why it was made. But Ant Matilda, who made it, can tell you! She can reveal it to you . But if she doesn’t reveal it to you, you’ll never know… It’s the same with the Universe. We can analyze it magnificently — but ultimately, if it has a Maker (and I believe it has), only He can tell you what it’s all about.”

Watch the whole thing; it’s only fifteen minutes long.

Dog Days

Sorry — even though the kids and grandkids (who were here for more than a month) have gone, I still haven’t been writing much here at the blog. We’re still in that lazy summer mode, and have been fully occupied with, as they say, “touching grass” (and, in our case, sand and water as well). And now we have guests again, so…

I have, however, been engaged in a discussion over at Bill V’s place, if you’d like to have a look. (And speaking of Dr. V., I will thank him for calling to my attention this excellent article by “N. S. Lyons” at Substack — a fantastic distillation of the ideas of Burnham, Higgs, Pareto, Schmitt, Machiavelli, Michels, and others on the subject of the managerial state. It’s long, but wonderfully concise, and well worth your time.)

Huge If True!

Korean researchers are reporting that they have developed an easy-to-make room-temperature superconductor. If so — well, hang on to your hats, folks.

Story here.

Update, 8/10: Never mind.

Oy Vey!

Now it’s Israel’s turn to fall apart. The country is engulfed in a constitutional crisis between its old-school Bolheveist left (cheered on, of course, by the usual organs of the Left, both there and here) and those in the center and on the Right (who, according to our mass media, are “authoritarian” “extremists” who want to “remove checks and balances” as a way to “destroy democracy”).

At issue is the unchecked power of Israel’s Supreme Court, a self-appointed body accountable to no-one, which has for decades now increased the scope of its sovereignty at the expense of both the legislature and executive, and now rules as arbitrarily, over every aspect of civic life, as an Ottoman sultan.

I know that things are breaking down rapidly in pretty much every modern democracy, but the slope of that slide seems to have steepened very sharply in Israel lately.

One thing to take note of: as always, it’s that all-too-familiar type — those brainy uplifters and Utopia-builders who wreck things always and everywhere — who’ve been trying to grab all the power and tell everybody what to do. And don’t let yourself be lied to: the Israeli Supreme Court no longer pays any attention whatsoever to cheeky little impertinences like “elected representatives”, “the popular will”, or “legislation”. Nor has it for a very long time now.

You are only likely to hear one side of the story from any major media around here — so to give you a little perspective on what’s really going on over there and why, here’s a three-part article that should give you a clearer view.

Divide And Conquer

The always-thoughtful Richard Fernandez posted the following thread recently on Twitter:

The catastrophic loss of institutional trust has made it imperative for the establishment to roll out virtual reality, not through goggles and special chairs, but by manipulating the entire information environment so that we live inside a lie.

One way to detect that you are inside an info bubble is to watch for a sudden rise and fall of overhyped policies, like manipulated stocks. Two recent candidates are COVID boosterism and trans mania. Today the world depends on it, then tomorrow it’s let’s move on.

Now that Google has found a way to get AI to actually write the news, it’s possible to micro adjust the information environment around us in near real time to produce a very plausible fake world where everything beyond your immediate ken is curated.

Once we are all confined to 15 Minute Cities what can we really know what lies beyond our sight except through our networked devices? Already as I walk down the street I see more and more people heads down on their phones. That’s the world to them.

I was immediately reminded of this, from Daniel Dennett’s 1987 book Consciousness Explained:

When your eyes dart about in saccades, the muscular contractions that cause the eyeballs to rotate are ballistic actions: your fixation points are unguided missiles whose trajectories at lift-off determine where and when they will hit ground zero at a new target. For instance, if you are reading text on a computer screen, your eyes will leap along a few words with each saccade, farther and faster the better a reader you are. What would it be like if a magician, a sort of Cartesian evil demon on a modest scale, could change the world during the few milliseconds your eyes were darting to their next destination? Amazingly, a computer equipped with an automatic eye-tracker can detect and analyze the lift-off in the first few milliseconds of a saccade, calculate where ground zero will be, and, before the saccade is over, erase the word on the screen at ground zero and replace it with a different word of the same length. What do you see? Just the new word, and with no sense at all of anything having been changed. As you peruse the text on the screen, it seems to you for all the world as stable as if the words were carved in marble, but to another person reading the same text over your shoulder (and saccading to a different drummer) the screen is aquiver with changes.

The effect is overpowering. When I first encountered an eye-tracker experiment, and saw how oblivious subjects were (apparently) to the changes flickering on the screen, I asked if I could be a subject. I wanted to see for myself. I was seated at the apparatus, and my head was immobilized by having me bite on a “bite bar.” This makes the job easier for the eye-tracker, which bounces an unnoticeable beam of light off the lens of the subject’s eye, and analyzes the return to detect any motion of the eye. While I waited for the experimenters to turn on the apparatus, I read the text on the screen. I waited, and waited, eager for the trials to begin. I got impatient. “Why don’t you turn it on?” I asked. “It is on,” they replied.

Gurdjieff, somewhere (I can’t remember where), said that the more conscious people become, the more they inhabit a shared, objective reality. In a roomful of sleepers, by contrast, each person inhabits a separate, subjective dream-world. The job, then, is for anyone who might awaken for a moment to try to rouse those around him before he yields again to the seductive pull of sleep.

Who is easier to rule? The sleeping, or the awakened? Will it not be in the interest of power, as our technology advances, to use it to lull each of us into our own personally customized, AI-tailored dreamland? And when our little screens are soon made obsolete by neural implants promising us the illusion of power, who will say no?

Anthony Bouza, October 4, 1928 – June 26, 2023

I learned with great sadness the other day that my good friend of more than thirty years, Anthony V. Bouza, died late last month in his adopted hometown of Minneapolis. He was 94.

In his long career as a policeman Tony rose from his humble origins, and the lowest rank, to the penultimate pinnacle of power (and, I think it’s safe to say, the highest pinnacle of influence) in the NYPD, and then spent nine years as the chief of police in Minneapolis. In his career as a detective, he investigated some of the city’s highest-profile cases (such as the Malcolm X assassination, and the kidnapping and murder that led ultimately to the downfall of the Dominican dictator Trujillo), and as a high-ranking officer he guided his force through the great social disturbances and embroilments of the 60s and 70s. He was never one to shy away from controversy, and he was never intimidated by anyone; indeed, were it not for his inveterate and ornery inability simply to “go along to get along” he would almost certainly have become New York City’s Police Commissioner.

Tony (who had immigrated as a a boy from El Ferrol, Spain to Park Slope, Brooklyn) and his English wife Erica had a house on Drummer Cove here in Wellfleet, and spent summers here for many years. We first got to know them around 1990, back when we used to be summer renters here, and Nina became friends with Erica in an exercise class they both attended. We spent time with them every summer after that, until Tony and Erica both grew so aged a few years ago that the long drive between Minneapolis and here became just too much for them. They moved into a senior-care center, and although we kept in touch by the occasional letter or phone call, the only time we saw them after they stopped coming to the Cape was a quick visit when we were in Minneapolis in the spring of last year.

Tony, a towering autodidact (he was 6′ 6″), was one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever known. He was one of those men whose presence, even when silent, filled the room, and he was rarely silent for long; he was big in every way, with a deep, booming voice. He was a man of strong opinions: though occasionally wrong, he was never in doubt. He was fantastically well-read, wrote copiously and well, had an enormous vocabulary, and was a keen student of history — especially the history of the Americas, South, North, and Central. He had a bawdy and mordant sense of humor, and used it far more often to poke fun at himself than others. (He was also, like so many immigrants who remember the hardship of life elsewhere well enough not to take anything for granted, an ardent American patriot.)

Above all, Tony had the heart and mind of the best sort of philosopher — a lover of wisdom and understanding, not for its own sake, or his, but because he believed that the truth of the world, correctly understood and rightly applied, could improve human flourishing, and increase the store of happiness in the world. He was, though, no starry-eyed optimist; the darkness he had seen and lived through in his long life and in his career as a cop meant that he well understood that mankind is flawed and crooked timber, from which nothing perfect could be wrought, and so he had a well-grounded skepticism of Utopian daydreams. Here he is, for example, on the use of violence by the police:

“I am an unapologetic supporter of the use of police violence, even lethal force, but it has to be guided by the law, the standards of reasonableness, and the U.S. Constitution. I have presided over clubbings, shootings, gassings, and other assaults by the police. I see violence as a key weapon in the police arsenal and I have trained cops in the full range of possibilities available to us. My only caveat is that the use of force has to be legally justified, measured, and appropriate, and that the weapons have to be in conformance with the law.”

His bluntness and realism made a lot of people angry, such as when, in 1976, he referred to black and Hispanic teenagers who had gone on a riotous spree as “feral”, and when he suggested that Roe v. Wade had been responsible, by causing a generation of such youths never to have been born, for the sharp decline in violent crime a couple of decades later. He was careless of making enemies in high places if he thought it was his duty to do so in order better to serve the public; knowing Tony as well as I did, I have very little doubt that whenever he thought so, he was usually right.

Having said all that, though, I’ll say that Tony and I had our disagreements. He was, despite his frankness about the limits and defects of human nature, nevertheless a man of the Left. This seemed contradictory to me at first, but the way I came to understand it was that he was an unshakeable believer in the supremacy of nurture over nature. This was, as far as I can recall, the only systematic error in his worldview, but it’s a doozy, and of course as the basis of a social philosophy it is an axiom that leads to all sorts of questionable (and costly) theorems. We locked horns often about this (he and I would sequester ourselves at parties to get away from all the small talk), but he was unbudgeable; any softening of his position would be, in his mind, a buttered slide to the abomination of racism. But even when we disagreed sharply — and this is something that is almost unheard-of these days — we could always disagree in a friendly and respectful way. (How rare is that now?) I remember that at some gathering or other, after we’d spent hours off in a corner haranguing each other on this topic (and I was getting the feeling that I was at last gaining the long-sought advantage), it grew late and Tony got up to go. He rose to his full height, gave me a great, twinkling smile, and stuck out his gigantic hand.

“Malcolm,” he said cheerily in his thunderous voice, “fuck you.” I never felt closer to him.

What a life this man had! I wish I’d been his friend for more of it, but I’m happy to have got the years I did. Requiescat in pace, my dear friend. I hate to lose you, and I will miss you always.

You can read Tony’s obituary here, and his books are available here.

Missouri v. Biden

Yesterday U.S. District Court Judge Terry Doughty gave us a fine Independence Day gift: a preliminary injunction against the government’s censorship of social-media content. The case built upon the government’s coercion of Facebook, Twitter, and other platforms to suppress commentary on COVID, the 2020 election, the Hunter Biden laptop, and other matters we should have been allowed freely to discuss and debate.

You can read the opinion, which concluded that the federal Leviathan seemed to have “assumed a role similar to an Orwellian ‘Ministry of Truth'”, here.