Recall Their Mighty Deeds!

I’m slowly recovering from whatever it was I had — some sort of virus, I suppose, that triggered a general shutdown of major bodily and cognitive subsystems. Between that and a slip in the snow Thursday morning that caused fresh and debilitating damage to a recent orthopaedic injury, I have spent most of the past few days in a vegetative state. But now the generators are cautiously being brought back on line, the grid is beginning to hum, and the lights are slowly brightening again. Thank you all for your comments and emails.

I’m still a bit woozy, though, so for tonight, some “shameless filler”: a most extraordinary piece of email that appeared in my inbox earlier today. Here’s the text, in full:

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Good evening, Alphonse!

Thus the assurance in My note. Then feel the wrath of Satan! Suddenly Zane was choking. That is all. It had him now. Recall their mighty deeds! He could toss in a bomb.
Here is the place behind the ear. But with an accent. The stallion leaped into the sky. Jacob looked them all over to see. He was worried. There are your pension papers. After a while.
The air molecules were agitated into glowing. The Drusus was ready to spring. Tompetch had no idea what it was. Then it was all over. Atlan began again. Bink was last to go. Might as well start there. What can I do for you? Then Tompetch screamed in terror.
It is against anybody learning the truth. How are you going to do it? Bink gave it no chance to think. Fij-Gul felt relief. They were on Wanderer. He was terribly confused by it all. That’s the way I like it. Worse and worse! The landscape on the vidscreen sank past.

Below this haunting fragment was an image of an attractive couple straining to increase their tribe. The picture bore a hortatory caption:

Show your girlfriend what a real sex is!

ORDER CIALIS

I feel there must be some hermetic meaning, some occult semiotic payload, in this mysterious communiqué — but like poor Tompetch, I have no idea what it is.

But hey, that’s the way I like it. Worse and worse!

Service Notice

I’m rather under the weather at the moment. Back in a day or two.

SOTU

Having absorbed much of the commentary on President Obama’s speech last night, I have nothing to add here that hasn’t been said already by all of the usual bloggers and pundits. I will second a few thoughts though.

First, I thought the president seemed oddly unfazed by recent events. He certainly wasn’t ill at ease; indeed he seemed remarkably relaxed and confident — even, at times, downright cocky. (An affectation of his that I am finding harder and harder to bear as time goes on — the Mussolini-style chin lift — was in play throughout.)

He made several gestures toward the Right, mostly involving taxes. They are welcome, if sincere. I was also gratified to see him mention nuclear power, which should be an obvious candidate if we are serious about clean, independent energy.

He finally mentioned the health-care debacle, after about half an hour, and he did so in a way that I thought was either utterly delusional or deliberately offensive. He made no acknowledgement whatsoever of the many reasons that intelligent, patriotic citizens opposed the bill — its cost; its gross expansion of, and concentration of power in, the government; the scandalous way the votes were bought, etc. — but rather blamed himself only “for not explaining it more clearly to the American people.” This is not only insulting — he suggests that the only way anyone could object to his scheme is not to understand it, and that Americans citizens are so dense that despite his hundreds of speeches and press releases the problem was that they still needed more of his patient tutelage — it is also worryingly unmoored from reality. Many observers lately have been saying this is a sign of enormous (and possibly pathological) narcissism, and I will not hasten to disagree.

He also seemed, for all his calls to bipartisanship, unwilling to mend fences with the Republicans, choosing instead to berate and provoke them.

Perhaps the most startling moment was his castigation of the Supreme Court for their recent decision in United Citizens v. Federal Election Board — which was not only bad form (and his hesitation and ad-libbing at that moment showed, I think, that he knew he was about to behave badly), but also factually inaccurate, as Samuel Alito was quick to point out in a muttered objection that has been replayed continually all day today.

I really haven’t much more to add. In short, nothing much seems to have changed in Mr. Obama’s mind, though a great deal has changed all around him; I don’t think this speech did much to calm the waters. We’ll just have to see.

Howard Zinn, 1922-2010

We note that the left-wing polemicist Howard Zinn has died, of a heart attack, at the age of 87.

Professor Zinn, in whose eyes the United States of America was clearly the focus of evil in the modern world, was a familiar sight in my adopted hometown of Wellfleet, Massachusetts, where he was lionized by the town’s sizable part-time population of aging red-diaper Progressives (as is his friend and fellow-traveler Noam Chomsky, another longtime resident). I imagine the black bunting is going up already along Main Street; I have a feeling I’ll be spending the summer trying to contain myself.

Slimeware

It is remarkable how well natural systems can find minimal solutions to mathematical problems. Years ago I was shown, in a simple demonstration, an impressive example.

The problem was this: given several cities on a map, how can one lay out a minimal network of roads connecting them all?

To give a simple example, if there are three cities forming an equilateral triangle, the minimal solution is to find the point in the middle of the triangle, then build three roads from there, one to each city. But as more cites are added, the solution gets much more complicated, and when there are dozens or hundreds, finding an optimal solution (it’s called a Steiner tree, after mathematician Jakob Steiner) can be very time-consuming indeed (it belongs to a class of problems known as “NP-complete”).

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Could Be Worse

As depressingly as our once-virile American culture may be fettered and enfeebled by political correctness these days, over in Britain things are far, far worse. Below the fold we have an illustrative comparison, courtesy of a Mr. D. Duff, from across the pond.

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This Just In: Sky Still Falling

Last week NASA announced that the decade just ended was the warmest on record. I was a little surprised by that, because everything I’d been reading — including the Climategate material — seemed to indicate otherwise; indeed the inconvenient lack of warming this decade was starting to turn into a real marketing headache for the burgeoning global-warming industry, and its affiliated political movement — both of which must of course keep up appearances if the gravy-train is to stay on the rails.

Of course, as we have already understood, warming by itself is not enough: the Earth has warmed and cooled throughout its long history, and was doing so, of course, long before we showed up. In order to get the big payoff, not only does one have to demonstrate warming, one also has to demonstrate that it’s all our fault (and furthermore, that we ought to care). But one thing’s for sure: without some juicy, incriminating pictures up front, the whole racket goes bust.

But there it was: a new report from NASA, saying in no uncertain terms that they had the goods.

Well, of course they might be right: for all I know, maybe the Earth has been getting warmer in the past decade. But given how profitable the operation is, and what scurrilous machinations have already been exposed, I had a sneaking feeling that there might be more to the story.

Lo and behold! Astonishingly, it appears that there is. Have a look here.

Update: with a hat-tip to our friend Mike Zaharee, here’s more.

The Flaming Sword

It’s been a busy Saturday, and what time I’ve had for writing today I have spent commenting here and elsewhere, rather than on the gestation of new posts. So, it being late, and with my computer on the fritz (a new one is on the way), I’ll just leave you with this amusing recent story from the Times, in case you missed it.

Waterloo

It is of course ungentlemanly to gloat, but were I that sort of person, today’s doings on Capitol Hill would have provided a rare opportunity. The Democrats today are routed, their fearsome assault repulsed, their Utopian schemes undone. Their mighty socialist war-machine lies in splinters on the battlefield. Their armies broken and scattered, they keen and lament in abject disarray. On the horizon is the glint of steel, and the thunder of hooves.

Is this a great country, or what?

Maxwell’s Demon

This is a story that keeps popping up: the potential health hazards of the electromagnetic fields our appliances and infrastructure bathe us in. A reader sent along a good example today, which you can read for yourself here; if the danger described in this article is real it is a worrisome matter indeed.

The problem for me in this case is that I just don’t know enough to determine whether stories like this are legitimate cause for concern, or sensationalist scare-mongering. The idea that rapidly fluctuating electrical fields might have unintended biological effects certainly seems plausible enough, and so essential are all our electronic devices to the modern world and its economy that there are obviously strong incentives to look the other way, and for interested parties to suppress such findings in various unscrupulous ways.

I suppose I should start reading up on all this. How I wish there were more hours in the day.

The Clear Air

Sometimes, from the ashes of a liberal, a realist — dare I say a conservative — is born. It happened to me years ago, and it is happening across America right now. It gives hope.

To see the process in action, read this fine post by my friend Danny Fisher.

Liberty Stands In The Dock

In Holland tomorrow, the trial of Geert Wilders begins. The world will be watching to see whether Europe is still to be a place where free people can speak out in defense of their besieged homeland and culture, or whether the battle may indeed already be lost. The International Free Press Society has organized a Festschrift in Mr. Wilders’ behalf.

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Power To The People!

In a lip-smackingly delicious reversal for the Democrats’ rampaging statist juggernaut, conservative upstart Scott Brown has prevailed in Massachusetts, snatching away a glittering prize: a Senate seat that had been a liberal fiefdom for 46 years.

Columnist Michael Graham, writing in the Boston Herald, said that the disastrously incompetent campaign run by heir apparent Martha Coakley was like “the Hindenburg crashing into the Titanic.”

It should be interesting to see what happens next.

Water, Water, Everywhere, And Quite A Few Drops To Drink

In our earlier post about the Navy’s role in Haiti we quoted a “guesstimate”, from our naval source, that the Carl Vinson would be able to desalinate about 500,000 gallons of fresh water a day. That wasn’t too far off, though the actual number is a little less. Here’s an article with the details.

The Red Votes Are Coming!

CNN’s Gloria Borger offers a pithy and accurate assessment of what’s going on today in Massachusetts, where a victory by the conservative candidate Scott Brown seems, encouragingly, to be the likely outcome.

Here.

A Poser

Over at normblog today, Norman Geras asks a vexatious question:

Not exactly a new normblog poll…

… but I would really like to hear from you on how you would react to being offered the following choice. You are going to some distant and lonely and low-tech place where you will have to spend the rest of your days, and you can:

– (a) either take 100 books you have already read and which you may then re-read without limit, those being the only books you will ever get to see;

– (b) or not take any of the books you have already read, however much you may love some of them, but instead have a free and regular choice from all the books in the world you haven’t yet read, to be supplied to you by the Mobile Library for Isolated Readers in Distant Places.

Would you go for (a) or (b)?

My first response was just to wave off the question as too capricious to bother with. But then it began to nag at me. If I had to choose, which would it be?

It seems natural enough to pick (b); after all, the number of books one has never read is, in effect, almost all the books ever written, minus a paltry few, and anyway you’ve already read the ones you’ve already read. But the books I have read are such an essential part of what I am that the idea of never being able to commune with them ever again — to re-read a beloved favorite, or to refresh my memory of some vital and formative passage — seems such a cruel deprivation that I think I might very well choose (a).

I just don’t know. It’s still eating at me.

Which would you choose?

The U.S. Navy And The Haitian Relief Effort

The catastrophe in Haiti has evoked an enormous worldwide response. The biggest role so far has been played by the United States Navy, which was quick to dispatch various important resources. For the past few days a Navy “resource” of my own has been sending me informative emails and links describing and analyzing this mission.

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Sausage and Legislation

In an electrifying news item, we learn that Dutch scientists have announced a breakthrough that should remove any lingering Congressional resistance to US funding for stem-cell research. Here.

Rust Never Sleeps

I’m in rather a bit of discomfort sitting at the computer tonight, having pulled, with a loud “pop”, something in my after rigging while teaching class earlier this evening. So I’ll leave you for now with an advisory item that’s been making the rounds about online security. Here.

Lisbon, 1755

Like all of you, I have been watching with horror the reports from Port-au-Prince. To this sorrowful place, which has for centuries known little but tyranny, misery, and despair, has now come, in a fell and sudden stroke, suffering and death on a scale beyond all imagining. Bodies are stacked in the streets — where they will lie for days or weeks, as there is nowhere to take them, and nobody to do it anyway. Tens or hundreds of thousands of people are trapped or crushed beneath the rubble. In the photos and videos I saw children everywhere: dazed, bleeding, broken, orphaned or dead. There are no hospitals — all destroyed — and no government services of any sort.

The grim toll will only worsen in the days ahead, as thirst, hunger, injury and disease do their work. Already shooting is breaking out.

I heard one man say: “We still have God’s love.”

Everything Is Seemingly Spinning Out Of Control

Readers may recall a recent event that has come to be known as the Norway Spiral Anomaly. The cause, briefly mysterious, was soon revealed to have been a malfunctioning Russian missile that, as it tumbled through the sky, ejected exhaust in a helical pattern that was backlit by the sun. It was an impressive display.

Readers anywhere in the Northern Hemisphere will also have noticed that, despite various proclamations lately emanating from Copenhagen, East Anglia, and the hard-working pie-hole of one Albert A. Gore, roughly half the globe is now blanketed in snow and ice. Britain, northern Europe, and much of China have been paralyzed by sequential blizzards, and frozen iguanas are falling from the trees in the Sunshine State.

Well, according to the Pakistan Daily — a reliable source if ever there was one — these two stories are one. A headline in that paper’s January 8th edition informs us of the following:

Norway Time Hole “Leak’ Plunges Northern Hemisphere Into Chaos

Russian scientists are reporting to Prime Minister Putin today that the high-energy beam fired into the upper heavens from the United States High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) radar facility in Ramfjordmoen, Norway this past month has resulted in a “catastrophic puncturing’ of our Plant’s thermosphere thus allowing into the troposphere an “unimpeded thermal inversion’ of the exosphere, which is the outermost layer of Earth’s atmosphere.
To the West’s firing of this ”˜quantum’ high-energy beam we had previously reported on in our December 10, 2009 report titled “Attack On Gods ”˜Heaven’ Lights Up Norwegian Sky’.

To how catastrophic for our Planet this massive thermal inversion has been Anthony Nunan, an assistant general manager for risk management at Mitsubishi Corporation in Tokyo, is reporting today that the entire Northern Hemisphere is in winter chaos, with the greatest danger from this unprecedented Global event being the destruction of billions of dollars worth of crops in a World already nearing the end of its ability to feed its self.

And if this weren’t bad enough — a puncturing of our Plant’s thermosphere leading to a thermal inversion of the exosphere, in a World already nearing the end of its ability to feed its self — the news gets even worse:

To the long-term consequences of this thermal inversion caused by the West, these reports further warn that by the puncturing of our atmosphere by the HHARP radars our Planet has, also, been “needlessly exposed’ to the growing threat posed to us by the giant mysterious object currently approaching us (named by NASA as G1.9) which we had previously reported on in our January 3rd report titled “Russia Prepares For Asteroid Strike As New Comet Nears Sun’, and which has been blamed for the rapid shifting of our Earth’s North Pole that was first documented in 2005.

Well, this could be it, folks. I thought that Pole was looking a little out of whack. And all our fault, too, of course. No wonder they don’t like us over there.

Shoot Me Now

Forgive me for two peeve-posts in the same evening, but I think I speak for all of us when I say that I have heard quite enough about Harry Reid and his “inartful” remarks about the former Senator Obama’s prospects for the Presidency. I am certainly no fan of Mr. Reid’s, but this is ridiculous: the man, for once in his career, actually manages to utter something both insightful and accurate, and the very flames of Hell rise to engulf him.

For two days now this idiocy has dominated the news, the same thing on every channel: panelist after dusky panelist, venting his or her partisan indignation across the split-screen at some Doppelganger of equal valence and opposite polarity. It’s all so depressingly, chokingly stupid.

Is this really it? Is this the best we can do? Really?? God help us.

Tweet Spot

I’ve lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn, since 1982. It’s one of New York’s prettiest residential neighborhoods, and generally has a lot going for it: Prospect Park, great restaurants, good schools, beautiful Victorian architecture, a wonderful library, convenient subways, concerts at the Bandshell, and so on. It’s been a great place to raise two kids, and all of us who live here know we’re into a good thing.

There’s one fly in the ointment, though: parking is hell.

It wasn’t so bad when the lovely Nina and I first moved here, in a previous age of the world, but sometime back in the 1990’s every young couple in New York City suddenly realized what an agreeable place Park Slope is, and they all decided to move here at once. New residential buildings sprang up, old single-family brownstones occupied by superannuated Italian and Irish women with blue hair and rumpled housecoats were converted to multiple-unit dwellings, and the population swelled rapidly. (The distaff side of the population swelled rapidly also, leading to oft-mentioned complications with stroller-gridlock, but that’s another story.)

Nowadays (according to an article I read in the Times last year but am too lazy to go dig up right now), close to half the cars driving around the neighborhood at any given time are looking for parking. If you get home from a long trip at 2 a.m. on a Tuesday, your journey has just begun. I have literally spent hours at a time late at night, circling and circling, in a suffocating black vortex of existential despair and impotent rage.

Problems like this cry out for clever solutions, and yesterday I got an email from a man who may have one. His name is Dan Robinson, and you can see his proposal here.

Please Make It Stop

I don’t want to seem peevish, but will somebody please tell me when speaking “about” a topic became speaking “to” it? Does this preening, pompous little affectation bother any of the rest of you as much as it does me?

Glossophilia

I am having terrible troubles with my computer (an HP dvr9000 series laptop), and it will need to be replaced. It crashes often — I can now expect to get only ten or fifteen minutes at a time out of it — and it it takes several attempts to get it to restart. So cranky is it tonight (and as a result, so cranky am I), that I have given up on trying to do any serious writing. I got a late start this evening anyway: the lovely Nina and I spent most of the afternoon at the spectacular and uplifting Vassily Kandinsky show at the Guggenheim, and this evening we took our son, who is heading off in a few days for his final semester of college, out to dinner.

So for tonight, then, a brief and enjoyable item (and high time; the mood has gotten altogether too dark and negative around here lately).

For several years I have had on my sidebar a link to a website called Language Log, and for at least the last two of them I have neglected to visit. My good friend Jess Kaplan wrote to me yesterday, however, to point out a couple of items there that he had just enjoyed, and that got me back in the door. I had forgotten what an outstanding blog it is.

For tonight, then, we direct you to a fine pair of posts (here and here) explaining why Dan Brown, the author of The Da Vinci Code, is probably the worst prose stylist ever to make a living writing books (even that title contains a gaffe), and an item examining the relative frequency of “you know” vs. “I mean”. But don’t stop there. This is a site that is curiously difficult to navigate away from.

This Means War, Kind Of

President Obama made a speech yesterday on the subject of Islamic jihad. In it he sought to reassure an increasingly angry and jittery nation that his administration might in fact be capable, now that it is making a diligent and focused effort, of achieving at least minimal competence regarding national security. The speech, though full of non-committal buck-stopping and the usual bromides about America’s greatness and respect for Muslims, was conspicuously light on specifics. Reactions were mixed.

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The Good Progressive

In a post today at his website, Lawrence Auster brings to our attention a formidably gifted and hitherto-undiscovered satiric talent, a modern day Laszlo Toth: one Doug Van Gorder, from Quincy, Mass.

At least, we think he’s a satiric talent.

Anyway, he’s got people talking. Here.

It’ll Have To Do

Not being a man of independent means, I’ve been selling off my dwindling store of days just to earn a crust. As it happens I sold off almost all of this one, and so have none of it left for writing. That means it’s time to add another weightless diversion to our “shameless filler” category. Here.

Hard Times, But Fewer Crimes

Crime rates are down sharply here in New York, and in other big cities as well. According to conventional “root-causes” wisdom, the hard economic times we’ve had for the past year should have driven crime up, but instead it has fallen off dramatically, and is now at record-low levels. What’s going on? The Manhattan Institute’s Heather MacDonald argues that it’s due to more effective policing, in particular the “Compstat” policies of Los Angeles Police Chief William Bratton and New York Police Commissioner Ray Kelly.

Here.

With Friends Like These, Who Needs Yemenis?

Yemen is everywhere in the news these days. All the players in the region have now focused their attention on this broiling and desiccated snake-pit: Iran, the Saudis, al-Qaeda, and of course the USA. Enmities ancient and modern, religious and political, are all in play, and a tangled web of shifting alliances makes it awfully hard for far-off observers to tally the score.

Readers will recall that recently, striving tirelessly as always to foster objective and impartial understanding of the world’s labyrinthine complexities, I introduced you all to the blog Waq al-Waq, which is maintained by Brian O’Neill and Gregory Johnsen, two Western scholars of Yemen’s culture, history and current affairs. I think their site will be an increasingly helpful resource as events unfold. (And with a name like that, it has to be good.)

What brought things to a boil in Yemen this time around was an uprising by the Houthis in the north; as Zaidi Muslims they are neither Twelver Shiites (the primary form of Shiism in Iran and the rest of the region), nor are they quite Sunni. The president of Yemen, Ali Abdullah Salih, is a Zaidi as well — but there is no love lost between him and the Houthis. To understand why, you should read this article by Gregory Johnsen, one of a list of his essays that you can find here.

Yemen is an enigmatic and chaotic place, but suddenly an enormously important one, and these two knowledgeable observers are a valuable asset.

Birds Of A Feather

One of our stronger cognitive intuitions is to assume, in the presence of organized systems, that there is some central, organizing agency at work. In recent decades, however, it has become apparent that extraordinarily sophisticated group-level behavior can arise as a result of distributed local decision-making, using very simple rules.

Among the best examples of this is the behavior of swarms. Nobody’s in charge — each bird or fish or insect operates entirely autonomously, according to its local copy of the instructions — but the swarm acts very much as if its behavior is co-ordinated at the level of the swarm itself. Indeed, it can seem that the group taken as a whole exhibits a kind of emergent intelligence that is present in none of its mindless constituents.

For a truly impressive example, have a look here.

Not So Fast

One of the more startling provisions of the health-care bill making its way through Congress is its empowerment of the federal government to compel all US citizens to purchase health insurance. From the moment I first heard about this unprecedented arrogation of power I’ve wondered just how, on any reading of the Constitution, the legislators could possibly imagine that Congress has this authority.

In an editorial piece published yesterday, the former Senate Judiciary Committee chairman Orrin Hatch argues that they don’t. Is he right?

Search Me

A very happy New Year to you all! Thank you as always for dropping by to read and comment.

Every year about this time I look back at the thousands and thousands of keyphrases that have brought visitors here from Google and other search engines. There are usually quite a few spectacular oddities (though for some reason the past year didn’t produce nearly the bumper crop I’ve become accustomed to). Here are some selections from 2009:

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Hot-Pots and Hotspots

The other day the lovely Nina and I met a friend for some shabu-shabu at an outstanding Japanese eatery in Greenwich Village. Such “hot-pot” dishes, for those of you who don’t know, consist of meat and vegetables cooked in broth at the table on a little gas stove.

The waitress explained, as she placed a liquid-filled wok upon the stove, that the little bits we could see at the bottom were small pieces of pig’s feet whose purpose was to provide collagen to thicken the broth. Now I already knew, of course, that collagen was the essential ingredient of stocks, consommés, aspics, and gelatin, but it was only then that I made a obvious connection that should have occurred to me long ago: that the best-selling brand of canned chicken broth in these parts — College Inn — clearly must have taken its name from this important protein.

I often come late to such realizations, and assumed that it would already be common knowledge, and easily confirmed on the Web. But no! According to the manufacturer’s website, the product is actually named for the College Inn Restaurant, a former Chicago hot-spot. Here’s their story:

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Let’s Be Clear

There was an article in yesterday’s Times about friction between European Muslims and their host culture. In it we find the following:

Youcef Mammeri, a writer on Islam in France and member of the Joint Council of Muslims of Marseille, says that the debates over minarets, burqas and national identity have angered many French-born Muslims and brought them together in a defensive circle.

Asked about the source of “this anxiety about Islam,’ Mr. Mammeri said: “I ask myself this same question.’ He finds “a perverse aspect to all these questions asked Muslims, which are not coherent,’ he said, but “liberate and dignify existing racism’ and “stigmatize Muslims.’

Racism in France has moved from being anti-Arab to anti-Muslim, he said, “a terrible regression.’

And a terrible confusion — perpetuated, unsurprisingly, by the Times. Opposition to the Islamization of Europe has little to do with race; it is more akin to opposition to, say, Maoism. Both are systems of ideas, and both are expansionist, totalizing ideologies. What is at issue is not Europe’s relationship with this or that Muslim, or group of Muslims, but rather with Islam itself, a highly stable and well-replicating meme-plex of which any person, of any race whatsoever, can be a carrier. It is the increasingly conspicuous implantation of this alien complex of ideas and customs — one that is fundamentally at odds with the cultural and philosophical foundations of Western civilization — on their home soil that Europeans are alarmed about. What it is not is racism.

Geeks Bearing Gifts

I’ve been slacking off over the holidays. I’ve hardly even read the news, and I’ve had nothing to say even about the Mutallab incident (others have said it all by now, anyway; in particular, Janet Napolitano’s idiotic comment that “the system worked” has been ridiculed amply and deservedly).

As usual, my family gave me books for Christmas — I’m otherwise hard to shop for, as I already have all the material things I need, and everybody knows that books are always welcome.

But I did get one new toy: an Amazon Kindle.

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Merry Christmas

To you all.

Sam Clemens Goes To Hell

The Senate today passed its version of the health-care bill. It is by no account a pretty thing — among the latest complaints about it is the payoff given to Ben Nelson in exchange for his vote, whereby the rest of the Union must absorb, in perpetuity, any costs Nebraska may incur whilst expanding Medicaid — but there it is. The full text of the Senate bill is here (with manager’s amendment here), and in a Christmas-y spirit of amiable bipartisan brotherliness I plan to give it a detailed and sympathetic reading over the holidays, on the off chance that my shriveled, conservative, Grinch’s heart may grow a size or two, allowing me thereby to see that this legislation is in fact the gateway to a broad, sunlit upland of carefree and salubrious prosperity for all, and not the grotesque and fiscally irresponsible pork-laden, bureaucracy-bloating, dependency-culture-expanding, dearly bought boondoggle it appears to be.

The Senate bill must, of course, still be reconciled in conference with the House version, which you can read here. The Times has also put together a helpful point-by-point comparison of the two packages here.

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Vigil

I’ve been working late again, and have had no time this evening for writing. But I do want to take the time to mention to you all that our friend, the blogger Kevin Kim, is here in New York tonight at the hospital bedside of his mother, who is gravely ill with brain cancer. She had come here from the family home in Virginia for consultation and possible surgery, but instead has rapidly declined. I ask you all to turn your thoughts (and, on the off-chance that there are any believers amongst our readership, your prayers) his way; support in any form will surely be appreciated.

Blogger that he is, Kevin has chronicled his mother’s illness since the spring; you can read and offer your own thoughts here.

I know how awful this time is for Kevin and his family; my own mother succumbed to cancer in March of 2006.

Be strong, Kevin. We’re all thinking of you.

Over The ‘Precipice’

This from the WSJ this morning, on the shameful health-care machinations currently underway in Congress:

Change Nobody Believes In
A bill so reckless that it has to be rammed through on a partisan vote on Christmas eve.

And tidings of comfort and joy from Harry Reid too. The Senate Majority Leader has decided that the last few days before Christmas are the opportune moment for a narrow majority of Democrats to stuff ObamaCare through the Senate to meet an arbitrary White House deadline. Barring some extraordinary reversal, it now seems as if they have the 60 votes they need to jump off this cliff, with one-seventh of the economy in tow.

Mr. Obama promised a new era of transparent good government, yet on Saturday morning Mr. Reid threw out the 2,100-page bill that the world’s greatest deliberative body spent just 17 days debating and replaced it with a new “manager’s amendment” that was stapled together in covert partisan negotiations. Democrats are barely even bothering to pretend to care what’s in it, not that any Senator had the chance to digest it in the 38 hours before the first cloture vote at 1 a.m. this morning. After procedural motions that allow for no amendments, the final vote could come at 9 p.m. on December 24.

Even in World War I there was a Christmas truce.

The rushed, secretive way that a bill this destructive and unpopular is being forced on the country shows that “reform” has devolved into the raw exercise of political power for the single purpose of permanently expanding the American entitlement state. An increasing roll of leaders in health care and business are looking on aghast at a bill that is so large and convoluted that no one can truly understand it, as Finance Chairman Max Baucus admitted on the floor last week. The only goal is to ram it into law while the political window is still open, and clean up the mess later.

As Mark Twain said: “No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe when Congress is in session.” A majority of Americans — as well as all the doctors whose opinion I have managed to gather — now oppose this dog’s-breakfast of a bill. At this point we can only hope that it bleeds to death in conference.

Read the rest of the editorial here.

Haven’t We Covered This Already?

It’s been pretty thin gruel over here the past few days — the holidays being what they are, I’ve had scant opportunity for solitary labor. So for tonight I’ll send you along to Mangan’s, where our doughty heathen Dennis confronts once again (as we have also done at length in these pages, at various intervals) the inextinguishable falsehood, so popular amongst conservative theists, that religion is necessary for morality. Here.

Ho Ho Ho!

The snowflakes are aswirl here in Gotham today, and, lighthearted soul that I am, I’m so caught up in the gay holiday mood that spending hours at the keyboard grinding out a lengthy post seems entirely out of the question. So for tonight, in the joyous spirit of Christmas, here’s a little item about how we have learned to induce male bedbugs to stab each other to death with their penises. (Original paper here).

Good, And Good For You

Are you a vegetarian? Well, I’m not. Indeed, I so enjoy being a carnivore that it has occurred to me on occasion to bump up to the next level, and eat only animals that are themselves carnivores — which I’ve always imagined would be the nutritional equivalent of smoking “roach weed”.

Anyway, the next time a spindly neurasthenic vegan ectomorph gets in your face with the usual rubbish about how Nature never intended us to eat meat, you can tell him to have a look at this.

Getting Warmer

Writing in today’s Times, Tom Friedman shows encouraging signs of coming around to a more realistic position on Islam and jihad, though he still stops well short of grasping the nettle.

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Conflict Of Interest

It is no easy thing for an American president to wage an unpopular war. To make war effectively requires both secrecy and resolve, and neither can be relied upon under the American system. The transparency of government and freedom of the press that stand as bulwarks against tyranny and corruption make secrecy difficult and undependable — and given that any politician’s tenure is subject to abrupt termination at the whim of an electorate that, confident in America’s natural defenses of salt water and weak neighbors, slips naturally into pacifistic isolationism, resolve fades quickly as expenses mount.

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Cui Bono?

More muckraking from James Delingpole. Here.

Stupid Cephalopod Tricks

Making the rounds today is some marvelously entertaining footage that some biologists think is evidence of tool use amongst invertebrates. I think it’s safe to say you’ve never seen this before; see for yourself here.

It’s Back

It is Spring in Saturn’s northern hemisphere, and the gas giant’s north pole, which has been hidden in shadow for years, is visible again. NASA’s Cassini orbiter has now sent along some dramatic new images of the strange hexagon that girdles the planet’s upper latitudes — a curious meteorological feature that seems to be as persistent as Jupiter’s Great Red Spot.

Learn more here.

Words Matter

The lovely Nina and I were in Philadelphia this weekend, visiting some old friends, and today we took in the Arshile Gorky show at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Gorky was one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, and the show made quite an impression on us (fittingly, I suppose, given that Gorky was a founder of Abstract Impressionism). I was also impressed by an important detail in the curator’s notes.

“Arshile Gorky” was not the artist’s real name: he was born Vostanik Manoog Adoyan in Armenia in about 1902. He had a brief life, and a hard one. Suffering from colon cancer in Connecticut in 1948, abandoned by his wife and children, having lost much of his life’s work in a fire the year before, and having lost, also, the use of his painting arm as a result of a car accident, he hanged himself.

But the central tragedy of the young artist’s life took place in 1915, when he and his mother and sister were swept up in the brutal pogrom against ethnic Armenians in Turkey, and driven on the forced death march to Yerevan. His beloved mother died of starvation in his arms.

I was gratified to note that in the audio tour and other notes, the presenters referred to this horror frankly, and without resort to timorous euphemism, as the Armenian “Genocide”. It was nothing less, modern-day revisionism by the Turks notwithstanding.

My Man Dan

I owe a substantial debt of thanks to my friend Dan Betz for his help in redesigning the look of this website over the past week or so. Dan, who is a younger “training brother” of mine down at the kwoon (and a formidable Hung Ga expert, and instructor, in his own right), is also a professional web-designer. When he saw me floundering around with a new theme last week he kindly offered to make some changes to improve layout and readability, and I gladly accepted. Before I knew it he had concocted an entirely new, elegant WordPress theme for me, and he has now put it into service.

Dan’s improvements were based in part on the work of the people at the Readability Project, which is dedicated to making the Web a friendlier place for those of us whose primary use of the Web is not to surf and click and look at pictures, but to read. They offer readers a handy bookmarklet that you can use to convert any Web page into a far more readable format. It’s available at their website, here.

A respectful bow to you, Dan. I am enormously grateful.