Morning Musings

Listening to the political commercials this morning – all Repulsian – I have to wonder how we elected this combination of Adolph Hitler and Atilla the Hun  to be POTUS. The answer is, of course, that Alibam didn’t elect him; they elected the Repulsian capitalist oligarch tyrant.

But now that he has settled into his second term, I have to wonder how Alibam politics is his vilification? How can the folks in Muntgum, themselves lackeys of Alibam oligarchs, make such comic opera treason with straight faces?

But they do.

And because of that I have come to understand why they can get away with being climate change denialists. It’s because the second civil war will occur and kill off millions before the climate change gets to that stage.

Chinese curse in action.

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Maths Malaria

No cat killing last night. Evidently this is a perversion that the conscript parents only indulge in occasionally. But there was rain this morning and so I had to suffer that during my constitutional, along with a return to the usual walking podcast, the one about writing implements with the execrable grammar. My experimental podcast proved to be spending the entire episode prattling about exterior defecation when I was expecting some science stuff. Although in semi-relief they did maunder a bit about Adolf Hitler having Parkinson’s. But if all their content is stercus and vir sterci, then I don’t want to waste my time on them.

Speaking of time wasting, I ran across this cartoon: [Link]

yesterday and it struck so home that I had to include it today. This is part of the curse of Amerika. Most of the population of Amerika is maths averse. And, horror of horrors, it doesn’t compromise their reproductive capabilities so we can’t get these clots out of the gene pool.

I have noted it is particularly the case with politicians. They seem to have the condition doubled. Which explains much about  what is wrong with Amerika.

After writing that I can blog no more for now. The sheer disgust of the handicap is compromising my cognition and composition. I have to go read an integral table or a maths text for a while.

Unsuffered Sadly

Today is anti-Fools day so it seems fitting to recognize some, those who spring immediately to mind, who qualify as such:

  • Anyone who has to do with professional basketball. This one has the merit of including both fools and stupids as well as being amusing since almost anything that damages the perversion cancer that is spectator sports almost certainly benefits the survival of the species;
  • The multitudinous folk on FaceScroll who have the grammar skills of children who flunked out before getting to high schule. Intriguingly these folks are aware of their inability since they are very insecure in the face of corrections but do everything they can, physically, emotionally, socially, and cognitively, to avoid improving their skills. This leads to the hypothesis that a substantial fraction of humanity is simply incapable of learning grammar and raises the question of whether the population of FaceScroll is demographically balanced or biased to these people; and
  • The folk at Marshall Medical North who compose the text for their on-campus commercials. Their skills seem to reside around the level of a eight year old who has steadily ingested lead based paint since infancy. It can’t – likely – be the folks who do the IT there since IT folks have relatively good composition skills as a group. It cannot be said to be amusing since it occurs with such frequency as to rival acute hemmorhoids of the mind.

More to come later if I have time enough for cogitation and blogging.

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Bog Rot

A dark and stormy night. Well, not that stormy. But precipitous. I arose about 0230 to observe the eclipse and all I could see was overcast and the refraction of street light in the droplets on my glasses. So I returned to bed and almost failed to arise. Gym was blissfully sparse, the present weight bouncers were civil, and the podcast episodes, especially the SCIENCE one, were up to expectations: SCIENCE was deep and exacting; NPR was boisterous and slippery; and the Guardian was romantic.

But in and around that I got to spend some attention span on morning – early morning – television and the rather higher density of advertisements. Or am I just jaded later and don’t notice the nasty things.

Anyway, I have been reading several articles lately about how modern life, i.e., the internet, is causing us to become more stupid as a society. I have been ready to credit this somewhat since it is now almost impossible to have intelligent discourse with a GEN Y old enough to have a “smart” cellular telephone. They are ignorant, defining smart in terms of what they can find with their phone, quite ignoring the fundamental untrustability of the the internet.

It may be argued that this is not surprising. With the rise of social networks, bogs have become boggier, if such a plague is possible, and even geeks have become less avid collectors. I have even been accused of paranoia for not accepting as canonical that the internet is eternal and eternally available. Living in the hinterland reassures me daily that neither is accurate.

But having observed early morning commercials with even more egregious prevarication and inaccuracy than later commercials, it occurred that this is less a matter of fooling somnolent individuals than preying on the ignorance of the GEN Ys. I intend to do an informal survey but my testing hypothesis is that they are orthogonal to these flaws and errors. And there is likely nothing we can do but resolve ourselves for the collapse.

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Sad Crunch

I rather hate to step on pine cones, those reproductive macrogametes of the ubquitous Southron pine tree. The reason for this is two=fold, a lose-lose situation.

Pine cones fall in a collapsed state and once on ground and under the proper meteorological conditions open up and free the seeds within. In the latter state they are at once delicate and attractive rather like some ornamental thing blown by a master glassblower. And once opened up, they dry and become quite brittle.
And in Nawth Alibam, they are as close to ubiquitous as superstitious (and obnoxious) christianists. So just walking from one’s house to the motorcar or the mailbox is a bit of a minefield dance to avoid the things. And if one is distracted by actual thought, admittedly a rare commodity here in the old Confederacy, especially among members of the Alibam Council of Thieves, it is a simple search calculation that one will step on a pine cone (or several) as one walks from point A to point B.
If you step on a pine cone, and it has been previously trodden and hence, crushed, and one is an ORF or even just clumsy, then they are just large enough – usually – to provide a substantial probability of relieving one of one’s balance. So as the children’s rhyme goes, “All fall down.”
If you step on a pine cone, and it is untrodden, then the crushing emits a hideous noise of breakage and wonton destruction. In some ways it is worse than losing one’s balance because that noise seems to exemplify the human practice of abusing Nature and destroying the environment. Falling down is almost preferable other than the significant probability of crushing other cones in the process. And, of course, the difficulty of arising. And abating the impact damages. 
I am told that there is a firm in Jawgah that collects uncrushed cones and anoints them with wax to make a thing for easily starting fires in chimneys. I also remember that while a bairn in loer schule painting cones and anointing them with painted stickerburrs to make solstice tree  models. I am unsure of the goodness of either of these activities, neither of which seems to be permitted to long survive by humans. 
(I am getting closer to having my primary deskbox replaced and then – hopefully – will be able to have spell check on blots.)

Falling Freya

Into week out. And I squeaked a constitutional in the park. Got back  half an hour ago and the dihydrogen oxide is just now beginning to fall. Evidently the weather beavers didn’t get the time line quite right. I can excuse that. Turbulence tells! Just get the temperature extremes accurately!

I was glad to see the return of the Big Bang Theory program last evening. I don’t expect much from the television apparat but selling out to the roundball perversion was mentally nauseating. I can only rationalize it as the result of tertiary syphilis among the network executives. The only question is whether they got it on their own or it was passed to them in utero

My colleague, Magnetic Inductance Force, was regaling me about his correspondence with the maker of the SCIENCE podcast. Evidently he sent in some constructive criticism about the podcast episodes getting too short – which they have been – and ended up with a useful dialog. I have to agree that this is the sort of thing that makes SCIENCE podcast first among. Not that the journal itself isn’t anal retentive and Sturgeonish, but the podcast is definitely good. Which is surprising since Amerikans can’t seem to get the hang of podcasts. The other English speaking peoples do, but not Amerikans. Perhaps this has to do with having a dysfunctional political system?

Speaking of which, how do we start a petition to recall all congress critters? And have a national referendum on the matter. Given that most are approved at the local level but don’t function nationally indicates that some change is needed and I would prefer it not wait for armed violence.

Meanwhile the Alibam council of thieves has adjourned so at least they won’t do any more damage for a while. And in the interim maybe the Yankee government justicers will correct some of their vandalism.

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Jock Itch

Being an alumnus of the campus of the Black Warrior and the campus of the Boneyard, both colleges with spectator sports, I find myself in a bit of a quandary over the recent decision by the Yankee government that college football (American heresy) players can unionize.

The first order, proper disrespect response is a resounding approval. But my second thought is what happens now that the fiction of college jocks actually getting an education is declared null and void? Does this mean the end of college spectator sports? Or does it mean that the players are now employees of the college and are held to higher standards than the students are?

I have not subscribed to the fiction that college jocks are actually students. The same goes at the campus of the Black Warrior for most Greeks as well, some of whom are also jocks. But the fiction has resulted in a system that works, albeit poorly, and now it seems that the system has to collapse or change.

The obvious change is to eliminate all but intramural athletics. That way the whole pay-to-play aspect goes away. And while some revenue is lost much of it is evened out by the dissolution of the costs of coaches, scholarships (sic,) and other instrumentality. And by the way, education may actually benefit. Those who come to college to party can just skip college and go directly to professional fanaticism and college will be left for the people who actually want to learn stuff. And the few who want an education.

Not going to happen. Sadly. That little bit of “profit” is too inviting. Especially to the politicians who can slight their educational responsibilities by claiming the funds come from spectator sports. So instead the money is going to be diverted from education to paying jocks who aren’t students to pretend to be students and play. So education loses. And the nation loses.

I fear that the Yankee government has really sabotaged what is left of the college system in Amerika. That may be a good thing. Waiting Is.

I also have a bit of a bleeding heart conflict. I read an article about TOMS shoes yesterday. Seems it is closely related to the campus of the Black Warrior. It’s also a BOGOG – Buy One Get One Given – business. And as much as I admire that, it suffers from a common problem of show companies. It doesn’t make my shoe width.

I feel cheated. Doubly.

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Internet Prevarication

The lowering of temperatures has begin. While the temperature was greater this morning than last, the convective cooling was greater and more miserable. And the weather beavers are foretelling nastiness overnight.

The gym was again blissfully shy of bullies. Even the staff bullies were somehow restrained as if they lacked critical mass to sally forth and bludgeon the seniors in their usual fashion. The podcasts almost made up for it in the form of being TOO short. SCIENCE was below 20 minutes. NPR was down to sixteen. I am going to have to find other ‘casts or change my program.

One of the NPR episodes had to do with some anniversary of the internet. As is usual it was riddled with errors, inaccuracies, prevarications, and poor construction. It did strike me however, that the lesson we have learned from wireless (radio,) television, and the internet is that stercus, not cream, floats. As a result all three media have become as bad as they can be at any moment with a steady increase of bad over time. Wireless today is garbage, television is a collection of all the varieties of porn except biological, and the internet is a carnal pit of capitalism and greed. And they will get worse.

But I am still laughing at the fool who announced that we had to learn not to save what we liked on the internet because it would be there forever. Well, we now know forever is awfully short.

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