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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Sierra Mannie: Harriet Tubman on the 20 is condescension

An economic rule that is universal and unquestioned is that supplies are limited yet wants are unlimited. To see this in action merely question the parents watching their children sit on Santa's lap, then question the children. I mention this because people need to understand that [everything is never enough.] No matter what you give a person, he'll always want more. We know this instinctively but many of us—the left-wing unenlightened types—don't seem to be able to apply this understanding in all its various permutations.

You say: "OMG there's no black people on money." The solution seems obvious. Put a black person's face on some particular denomination. That plan is on the table and to my mind seems already a fait accompli. Yet, apparently, that plan is nothing more than a pat on the back—a condescending gesture it seems—to at least one proud black women who simply won't accept this well-meaning yet perhaps misguided gesture.
Black women have served and suffered in America for hundreds of years—putting one on a $20 feels like a weak pat on the back

It’s not that I don’t want to see her on my money, but there is a bitter irony to putting a black woman on a $20 bill when America makes it nearly impossible for black women to see Andrew Jackson’s face there in the first place.
That's the money quote from Sierra Mannie. "America makes it nearly impossible for a black woman to see Andrew Jackson's face."

At first I want to slap the shit out of this impossibly asinine sistah. STFU comes to mind. Sorry for the profanity and references to profanity. I try to keep this above the belt, but some people really bring out the worst in me. What a dunce! OMG according to Sierra Mannie, black women find it nearly impossible to hold a twenty dollar bill! Did you know? Oh the inhumanity! With hundreds of millions of twenty dollar bills floating around out there, it seems none of them float into the hands of black women. I for one am aghast, appalled, horrified, brought to tears, and any other sarcastic eruption of dismay that will convince you how sincerely I don't care what this braying jackass carrying a brokeback camel's worth of faux outrage thinks about a God Damned thing!

Sorry folks sometimes there are only a few choice words that will serve to express how I really feel about a certain kind of person. You want to know what I think? Who cares? Change the money, don't change the money. In a few more years a pound of that money won't be worth as much as one soft roll of toilet paper. Build a better money softening machine and the world will beat a path to your door, and I will know what to do with all those worthless twenties.

A letter to black people

Dear African-Americans,

We're sick and tired of your uselessness, your passive-aggressive attitude, your helplessness, your constant reliance on the same tired and shopworn excuse of raaacism. We're sick and tired of your violence, your dishonesty, your drugs, your whores, your petty gang rivalries, your monumental ignorance, and your disdain for any activity or behavior which might pull you finally out of the stinking mire of governmental dependence within which you seemingly revel, much like a bloated stinking barnyard hog loves wallowing in it's own pig-shit.

No! Don't open that obscenity of a foul mouth. The only thing that ever comes out of that open sewer is swamp-gas. Is that a chip I see there on your shoulder? Please, allow me ...walks over and flicks it ... There I knocked it off for you. If you look around you, you'll begin to notice that we're beginning to notice you. You're not seeing very many sympathetic faces anymore these days, are you? Perhaps you might even notice that screaming raaacism isn't the big stick that it used to be. It's more of a twig, or perhaps just a sad little fig-leaf not very successfully covering up just how pathetic you really are.

You'll notice in this screed, this rant, this denunciatory disquisition, that I'm not fawningly and obsequiously reminding the world that there are many successful black people. You don't get any credit for that. You'll also notice that I'm also not cringingly and abjectly apologizing for the crime of slavery, committed long before I was born. You don't get any credit for that either. Finally I don't care about Jim Crow laws or segregation. I was born after that also. I'll give a few of you older ones credit for that, but it's still not good enough. You fail. All of you fail. If this were a grade you'd repeat it. If this were a footrace everyone would have already gone home by the time you finally came arrogantly sauntering in.

Speaking of arrogantly sauntering, we're noticing that also. I've never seen so many people so proud and yet so worthy of mere disdain. The worm is finally turning. These looting sprees you've been orchestrating, the arson, the daily episodes across the country of vicious beatings—sometimes killing, often maiming—of innocent white bystanders, Whether you call that the knockout game, or wilding or whatever new stupid ghetto slang term you think up to describe the behavior we'd expect from a troop of baboons, you're on notice. More and more of us are seeing you for who you really are. We have a term for people like you, and you're going to be hearing it more and more often.

If you act like a scumbag,  apologize for scumbags, defend scumbags, vote for scumbags, guess what? You're a scumbag. You should probably go ahead and get the tee-shirt or a hoodie in your case.


The World

Monday, May 11, 2015

How to be a Christian and beat the litigious LGBTQ left

I was reading the following when I realized something! Stay Quiet and You'll Be Okay.
Why would you expect people who see nothing wrong with destroying a mom'n'pop bakery over its antipathy to gay wedding cakes to have any philosophical commitment to diversity of opinion? And once you no longer have any philosophical commitment to it it's easy to see it the way Miliband and Cotler do - as a rusty cog in the societal machinery that can be shaved and sliced millimeter by millimeter.
It's a great article about the Pamela Geller incident in Garland Texas and free speech. You should read the whole thing. But this idea I had would really work. It's all built on the First Amendment.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
While I was reading the article, I realized that the court can ruin you for discrimination, but they CAN'T take away your freedom of speech. If I'm a baker, this is the cake a gay couple would get. See? I wouldn't discriminate. They want a cake with two grooms on it or two brides? That's exactly what they'd get. Plus a little something extra expressing my own freedom to say exactly what I think.

If you know any conscientious wedding cake bakers, pass this idea along. I don't see how any court could possible rule against an artist expressing free thought. I don't see why photographers couldn't use a similar strategy using photo-shopping techniques. You want pictures of a gay wedding? Sure thing buddy. I hope you like all your friends and family sporting a big red clown nose and a well-rendered dunce cap.

Yet more proof that we're circling the bowl

At ThisAintHell.US I came upon this:
Ya know those “Hometown Heroes” spots during your NFL sports games where the game stops and some local guy or girl trots out on the field in uniform to wild applause from the crowd? Well, I hope you enjoy them because New says that you’re paying the NFL for them.
That's right. The government pays for these elaborate feel-good moments in sports arenas where we celebrate our American heroes. Two things strike me, as they should also strike you. How crass! I just love the smell of faux-grassroots astroturf in the morning. Furthermore, isn't it nice of the NFL to take all that advertising money? Boy Howdy they sure are swell folks! In the comments about this blog post I read this:

If you ever get that odd feeling, a little like you're falling, and this feeling is accompanied by an overwhelming fear that everything you see will shortly be nothing but dust and ashes, welcome! Welcome to my world.

Welcome to a first glimpse at a world where everything you see and hear is a deliberate lie. Welcome to a world where the masses are perpetually distracted from the ever-worsening world situation, the ever-increasing national debt, the looming and inevitable failure of Social-Security, Medicare, Medicaid, Obamacare, military pensions, VA hospitals, etc. Welcome to world where absolutely NOBODY cares about any of that. Uh-Oh that feeling is fading. Don't worry about it. I mean, come on! The game's about to start and your team has a shot at the title or the prize or the championship thingy. Yes, please continue telling me all about some aspect of the sporting event we're about to watch. I'm just dying to hear you wax eloquently—nay...poetically even!—about coaches, plays, players, stats, spreads, etc. Pass me another hot-wing and another beer, and let's forget about all that boring—we're all going to die horribly, quite soon—stuff.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

One answer to the ultimate question

This is my own fantastic theory of the far future. Those not interested in barely imaginable science-fictionish theories of space, time, the universe, and everything, please feel free to click your back button.

I'll start with something obvious. We are not the fittest. Humans are weak, frail, pale, inbred, sad, retarded, diseased, maimed, comatose, dying, and dead. We start wars ... just because. We hit, we lash out, we verbally assault, insult, scream, cry, weep, throw tantrums, throw ourselves off cliffs, harm our children, our wives, our husbands, our friends, our parents, our employers, our country. We are insane weak sycophants crawling pathetically from bed to table to toilet to grave. We don't know where we came from or why we're here. We don't where we're going or where we started. In short if I had to describe humanity in one tiny little hopeless hapless pointless clueless word, that word is "Bang!" As in: "In with a bang, out with a bang." Here we are yes, but why are we here? I have a theory. You'll laugh. You'll disagree. You'll click the back button angrily. You'll pity my foolishness. As Bugs Bunny would say of me and my theory ... what a maroon what an ignoranamous!

Arthur C. Clark's three laws
  1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
  2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
  3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

How did we get here? Scientists say it was the Big Bang and Evolution. I've studied the science of these two theories in my own admittedly weak and humanish way and I have to admit that there's something inescapable about the logic of these two hypotheses. The Big Bang obviously happened. Evolution obviously happens. In spite of these two seemingingly incontrovertible facts, there's still something missing in both of these scientific theories. They need a starting point.

Have you ever played a hand of poker without a dealer? Have you ever eaten a meal without a cook? Have you ever read a book without a writer, sat in a wooden chair made without a lumberjack or a carpenter? Design is the word and the answer to that ultimate so-far unanswered unanswerable question is ... nothing. I've watched a few debates between Christian apologists and atheists.

Moderator: "Where did we come from?"
Christian: "God."
Atheist: "Big Bang and Evolution."
Moderator: "Where did the big bang come from. What about the first organism? Where did God come from?"
Christian: "God created the Big Bang. God created the first organisms. God always was and always will be."
Atheist: "It's not my job to tell you where the universe and life came from. I'm just here to tell you there's no such thing as God."
Moderator: exasperatedly ... "But where did life come from?"
Christian: "God."
Atheist: "It was a big soup of chemicals and lighting struck the soup and viola life. Or it could have been molecules adhering to the pattern on a crystal. This fortuitous crystal would have—through random chance—a pattern on it that if the right chemicals adhered to it in the proper order, life would spontaneously and through unimaginably fantastically impossible chance suddenly begin. This life would also be capable of reproduction and mutation."
Moderator: "What are the odds of that?
Christian: "Let me Google that question:
The odds in favor of the chance formation of a functional simple cell are acknowledged to be worse than 1 in 1040,000.[111] The scientist Sir Frederick Hoyle, a renowned mathematician from Cambridge known for many popular science works,[112] has used analogies to try to convey the immensity of the problem. For a more graspable notion of the improbability, he has calculated the odds of the accidental formation of a simple living cell to be roughly comparable to the odds of rolling double-sixes 50,000 times in a row with unloaded dice.[113]
To put the argument bluntly, we just don't know. It's all a big mystery. Atheists would move Heaven and Earth rather than admit there was a Heaven or that God created Earth. Christians have a book. It's a book written by lots of different people. It lacks internal consistency and continuously contradicts itself. Other than that it explains everything...and nothing. Creationists claim design. Atheists claim chance. Neither explains or attempts to explain the first cause. Christians simply say that God always was. In it's own way, this argument is as risible as that of the Atheists who simply refuse to argue first cause at all, or speculate on statistically impossible convergences of time and space. None of this is true. There's a piece missing in this impossibly huge puzzle. In a moment you'll read my solution that seems to solve all the impossible puzzles that have been proposed by everyone involved. You'll scoff, you'll scorn. I'm laughing myself. But...if you can accept one simple possibility, it makes everything else possible.

Is time travel possible?

Yes, I know. You don't believe it's possible. You're okay with an omniscient omnipotent super-intelligence creating through sheer willpower, everything that is. You're okay with a fiery inferno into which bad people are cast down for all eternity. You're okay with a bunch of happy souls flapping their wings, living in blissful serenity with never a cross word, never a hint of jealousy nor discontent ... and this for all eternity. That's believable but not time travel? For you scientists, you can conceive the possibility that energy could travel backwards in time, you can conceive of antimatter, wormholes, and alternate universes, but not time travel?

So without any further ado or gilding of the lily, here's my theory of life, the universe, and everything: We did it. Or we will do it, if you prefer.

Why not? Why couldn't we go back in time and create the Big Bang? Create the first organism? I'm not saying we do it tomorrow. I'm not saying that the humans of today in our frail human bodies, our diseased, frail, weak, retarded, birth-defective cancer ridden messy bodies did it. But what if?

I believe...

I believe we're destined for greater things. I believe we'll eventually replace our crappy flesh bodies for something more lasting, smarter, stronger, defect free. Why can't we have a pure carbon body one-hundred times stronger than steel? Graphene, total recall, infinitely recursive multitasking, the ability to think one-thousand times faster or one-million times faster or even some scientific notation number, faster than we do now? You say that's impossible? I invite you to imagine what Jesus or Moses or Muhammad would have said about a space ship.

Imagine a sentience combined of all the trillions of life forms that might well exist at the end of the universe. Imagine a billion billion years of study, theory, experiment, and refinement all adding to the collective knowledge that sentient beings would possess so far in the future. Sir Arthur C. Clarke, a grandmaster science fiction writer, a scientist and an honest to God Knight! famously created three rules of thumb that are quoted within this blog post. I'll reiterate the one that's most significant and apropos: "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." To that, please, allow me to add my own even more grandiose corollary: Any sufficiently advanced magic is indistinguishable from an act of God.

You've doubtless heard of time paradoxes. It was probably something along the lines of: what if you go back in time and kill your grandfather before he meets your grandmother. How could you go back in time and prevent your grandparents from meeting if you never existed? Furthermore, what would prevent your grandparents from meeting if you never existed? Neither is possible yet both are true simply because of time travel. Therefore, a paradox is created which could conceivably destroy the entire universe ... or so it's been said. If a paradox in time/space could conceivably destroy the universe, isn't it also possible that a similar paradox could conceivably create a universe? Perhaps we live and breathe in just such a universe created by a paradox in time and space. My theory supplies first cause. It requires nothing but that which already is or probably will be. Given the possibility of time-travel and super-science in the far future, what prevents this theory from explaining everything?

UPDATE 05/08/2015 7:41 AM CST
It's been brought to my attention—"weak sauce," was the exact phrase, I believe—that in the above post I forgot to include a little bit of my complete theory. In all the atheist vs. apologist debates, a central theme of the atheist is that if there were a God he would have to be a cruel God, a dispassionate uncaring God. Otherwise, why would there be so much injustice and cruelty in the world? This assumes of course a biblically correct omnipotent, omniscient God.

Those waiting on the arrival of the coming technological singularity are expecting—within this very century—to experience a world where beings of godlike intelligence arise, transcend, and we must assume rule. As these beings use their vast intelligences to augment their own design, improve their own design, rebuild themselves to be faster, smarter, better, we expect each iteration of their rebuilt selves to be faster, smarter, better. There doesn't seem to be any upper limit to the potential IQ and power of something like this. Furthermore, biological creatures like mankind could conceivably augment their own intelligence and memory with cyber-enhancements, perhaps even eventually uploading their own consciousnesses into a computer or artificial body of one kind or another.

All over the universe we can suppose that intelligent beings like ourselves are making this sort of journey, this transcendence from clumsy meat to something far more elegant and powerful. Supposing all the intelligent beings of the universe, both organically intelligent and artificially intelligent, pool and combine their collectively godlike intelligence and creativity—yes like the Star Trek Borg—this universal collective of pure mind would perhaps have Godlike intelligence and Godlike power. Not by any means "omniscience," not "omnipotence," but still, far vaster powers than we can comprehend today.

This is all of course pure conjecture. Obviously there's not a shred of proof to be found anywhere. It's merely a silly thought experiment. So, to the atheist who says there can't be a kind God, a just God, I say what if? What if God is just powerful enough to create a universe and just knowing enough to ensure that in general things go according to plan? Sorry, he can't save your baby. Or perhaps he doesn't really know about your baby. He's just knowing enough to shepherd our silly species of hairless apes along—and perhaps we can assume other alien species on other worlds as well—until everyone figures out enough to begin to build the kernel of an artificial mind that perhaps might one day become a God powerful enough to create a universe and shepherd its infinite and varied worlds and species. This would be a far vaster circle of life than previously considered.