My opinion of politicians and politics is not concealed from the readers of this blog. I tend to view them as necessary evils and so long as they are not curtailing our periodically throwing them out and installing some diametrically opposed band of
thieves officials who unmake a substantial part of the fettering of the previous bunch I can usually abide them and their own fettering. In short, I heartily subscribe to the idea of micro-revolutions frequently over infrequent blood lettings.
But I find myself these days with a bit of disquietude these days about political fanaticism. Fanaticism is a very ugly thing to me, and I have great familiarity with it having matriculated at the chief fanatic shul of Alibam, the campus of the Black Warrior. I seldom fail to be thankful that I did not pursue any graduate education there. Just yesterday one of my colleagues, Current Density Momentum, pointed out the U. S. News ranking of physics departments. The physics departments of Alibam Polytechnic Institut (my father’s alma mater,) and the campus of the Tennessee were tied for the ranking of ninety-fifth in the Yankee republic; the campus of the Black Warrior was unranked. This, of course, casts poorly upon the current administration of the campus of the Tennessee inasmuch as they are engaged in dutifully following the University system board’s guidance to turn the campus into a party shul fanatic wormball imitation of the campus of the Black Warrior. Rather reminds one of those difficulties years ago with that fellow who wanted a parking place reserved for him at every campus building.
Silly President, don’t you know that only YHWH and the head football coach get that kind of preferment?
But that is not here. As is my want, Tuesday is science podcast day at gym, and among the things I listened to – and I regret I can’t recall the podcast to cite – they discussed the current administration of the Yankee republic initiative to extend broadband throughout the nation. This grabbed my attention since I have been prattling the last few days on the information differences between city dudes and country hicks.
Anyway they were interviewing some pundit who quite obviously had been part of the election apparat of the current chief executive but didn’t get pulled into the administration. It was not clear whether this was because he had the good sense not to be part of the administration or the administration had the good sense not to include him? Given the nature of his remarks I am leaning towards the latter. The fellow was prattling on about the administration’s Internet initiatives and how they are only going to succeed if they ignore all the government rules and regulations about such, and he said something like,
“It you’re not connected, well, then nothing else is important.”
And immediately my attention was riveted.
Beg pardon, this is a (modern) democrat administration, isn’t it? Aren’t these the folks who whine and cry about how (modern) republicans break the laws to govern? I am against fettering more than most, and my opinion of justicers is evolutionally somewhere between pond scum and toe fungus, but those rules and regulations are the product of government and government should be fettered by the same rules as the citizenry-consumerate. Or is this some of that (modern) democrat aristocracy of the inner party, serfdom for everyone else thing?
I was rather glad that this was an audio podcast because I really didn’t want to see what this guy had pained on his chest in adulation of the current chief executive, who obviously gets a reserved parking place at every building. It was very educational. I did not really appreciate that the inside-the-beltway bunch could have this type of fanaticism.
But the extend broadband effort was much more tepid than I would have expected. The statement was a bit stinging as it implied that we out here in the hinterland are sitting about having meaningless sexual congress and picking our noses as we wait for the current administration to bring us truth, justice, and enlightenment – and that if the whole thing is a failure it’s no great deal since it’s only the useless hinterland that is lost and it’s a wasteland now anyway. Gee, what’s next? Gifts of smallpox laced blankets? Forced removals to Oklahoma?
I admit I am an introvert, and probably a bit Asperger’s, and I like being able to communicate by ‘net. But I hate robot telephone machines and if I pick up the phone and there’s one on the other end I hag up unless it’s a necessity. And the primary reason I buy stuff on the ‘net is because MalWart has driven the retail business in Greater Metropolitan Arab into oblivion and unless I can make do or will do, with the stercus that MalWart unloads on its consumer slaves, that is my only choice too many times.
We have a society out here in the hinterland and it is based on people, not electrons and bits. And I like it better than the 24/7 connectivity of the coastal urban liberal. I tried that back when I was in the service of the Yankee republic, and I have a word for that type of connectivity: a coffle.