Winter Blues 3

It occurred to me this morning that the reason we are so engaged with comic book “super heroes” these days is because society has evolved to deny the existence of real heroes. 

When was the last time a soldier or statesman  or philanthropist was lauded as a hero? I can’t remember. War has become so mundane that exalting soldiers rings hollow; statesmen have become extinct – all politicians are now self-serving prevaricators; and philanthropists are a facade for society destroying capitalists.  

I also noticed an article [Link] entitled “The Wizard of Oz most ‘influential’ film of all time according to network science.” 

The key thing here is the word “influential”. As nearly as I could determine, it means the films that have the most imitators. 

The score was based on how much each film had been referenced by subsequent films. The authors found that the top 20 most influential films were all produced before 1980 and mostly in the United States.

The question that immediately arises is how many films since 1980 are actually original?

The work is damned by the paper and the full list being hidden behind a paywall. That in itself is enough to strongly indicate a lack of scientific rigor. Three movies are cited: The Wizard of Oz; Star Wars; and Psycho. I have to admit to having watched all of these three. And been disappointed. These may be influential but they are all horribly flawed.

Wizard of Oz is fundamentally a grail quest. If we compare it to l’mort d arthur (e.g.,) it suffers. Years after, all that abides in memory of it is the female lead’s voice, which is truly memorable.

Star Wars has become a religious icon for slavery and oppression. It is also, in its way, a morality play establishing that goodness in society can never be unalloyed with bad. But the unblinking admission of slavery limits its status as fable.

Psycho is another journey cinema, in this instance of insanity. It may be brilliant but only in the cinematic sense. Dealing with the social subjectivity and apathy of mental disease is cruelly absent. 

What is not amazing is that the historic wellspring of goodness is absent. And that they have deteriorated (rotted?) to the point of embracing this. Is there no source of goodness and integrity in cinema today? 

On the other hand, the early deep winter of climate change, anathema of thought and deed among the politicals, is briefly absent from the old Confederacy and hence I may enjoy a modicum of body comfort. Even that seems the depravity of our society. The morality today seems to be strictly personal, strictly among friends, whatever that word means. We have become a society of small groups, almost like Hunter-Gatherer bands, who are the Us and everyone else is the Them to be distrusted, hated, or preyed upon.

Perhaps that is fitting? A return to the Paleolithic, at least socially, before disease and climate destroy society and civilization and leave a few million humans to the tender mercies of a decomposing planet?

 

Between THE Days

Yesterday was Schwarz Freitag and day after tomorrow is Cyber Moanday. As I was pursuing my wanted Saturday activity of reviewing my RSS feeds, I was reminded that Thanksgiving was also the fiftieth anniversary of Television’s first “interracial” liplock.

Between two Federation of Planets officers. [Link]

Much thought engendered here.

First of all, the irritation that we are still jaw-locked on this whole “racial” thing. Race has been consistently dismissed by the science community as stercus. Of the most odorous of crap. 

And we still have it, mostly from the Repulsians who are panicked by the on-rushing minoritization of “whites.” 

Sadly, that designation also is stercus. It should be pinks. Which would be about right because a lot of WASPs these days seems to have penile envy of Soviet Gulags. 

But lacking the progressive side of proletariat rule. Which was as much a fiction as democracy in Amerika seems to be these days?

Star Trek was the greatest television program ever. The original one. Not the rest. They varied from perfumed stercus to Coyote-Road Runner affairs. But none ever lived up to the original.

Star Trek started when I was a Freshman at the Campus of the Black Warrior. My band-of-brothers walked several blocks every Monday to the apartment of two of our number to view the program. As a senior I blew through an exam to get to the screening, for some reason, happily, delayed. Although I did test the good will of the professor when I told him why I was in a hurry.

And happily it was over by the time I went to grad schule. Where I learned a lot of things. Like the idiocy that humanity could ever do so well. 

And that hasn’t been disappointed. 

It’s very hard to spend money when one thinks about Star Trek. Or trust politicians. Or ……

Still, there are friends. They keep the hope alive. And off the browser at some retail site. 

And television, thankfully, has abandoned any trace of altrusim or goodness.

 

Winter Blues 2

Tomorrow is “Black Friday” and Monday is “Cyber” day. Celebrations of the other religion azimuth of Western Civilization: Capitalism. The social organization dedicated to slavery and serfdom. 

There was a time when this was fairly localized. Only cities with big stores had “Black Friday.” No small town country store could benefit from such. And besides, all it sold were necessities.

Now the big stores sell junk that they work somewhat hard to convince you is necessity. I was reminded by this in my morning email with a eCircular from MalWart. A sale on ChromeBooks that was already finished when I open the email is a prime example. Chromebook are neutered (spayed?) fake computers for the most inept and inable of Bogs. Yes, it is possible to make them slightly useful by installing Linux over the facade of Chrome but they are still forever imbecilic. 

That’s the beauty of a consumer society. It’s deluded and disconnected from Reality. In fact, it thinks Social “Reality” is all that matters. 

I hope these people know they are buying stercus to assure their children or grandchildren will be the last generation. 

Winter Blues 1

Winter is Coming. And with it a thundering horde of noxious “holy-days” to pain and rend us. Today is the first, if one doesn’t count All Hallows Eve, and perhaps the only one that doesn’t reek of ignorance and perversion.

Thanksgiving is perhaps aptly named. After all, it commemorates the successful (?) flight of freedom seeking people from a corrupt and tyrannical government. Admittedly the freedom sought was freedom to practice their own superstitions instead of those mandated by the tyranny of government. How much can one get upset about which set of superstitions one is supposed to practice and pretend to believe. 

The problem is that most humans, the Bogs in their entirety and some Geeks and Nerds, are incapable of accepting that the pretense isn’t real. Or perhaps, that they can publicly announce that they don’t believe. Because if they do, or don’t pretend hard enough, there is a significant probability that other humans will do them in.

Remember Giardano Bruno and his roasting. 

Of course, the Church of Rome was different in those days. But there are always those in any religion who believe that fire and sword are preferable to peace and love. And are always looking for a way to “come out.”

Religion is difficult. It is inherently unprovable. It may be testable, but the adherents are too insecure and self-controlling to permit such much less pay any attention to the results. 

So on the one hand we have a tyranny of religion itself. In its way, it is a slavery as cruel as that practiced in Rome or the old Confederacy. But is the imposition of another religion any less cruel and evil? Is freed to believe (and practice) as one wishes truly a freedom? Especially if it is imposed on others? The number of religions that are not interested in conquest and imposition seem few, and hated by the others almost as much as a belief in no religion. 

Nor does universality seem a cure. There was a time that the Church of Rome was all encompassing, at least in Europe, and it fell apart to internal strife and schism. This is part of the difficulty. It’s almost thermodynamic. The latter has a rule that you can’t get out of the game, and that seems to apply to religion. You can’t get away from it and you can’t make it nice.

And that’s why the season is toxic. Because it’s all about religion. When it should be about orbits and astronomy? Or people?

Incidentally, those same people who impose religion consider such a “giving.”

 

Pet Peeve Now!

Ran across an article [Link] entitled “Skulls reveal Neanderthals, humans had similarly harsh lives” this morning. Spiked my composition hemorrhoids. 

Basically, Neandertals – Homo Neandertalensis – are Human! That’s what the “Homo” means. And I get tired of journalists and bogs, in general, saying our ancestors of genus Homo weren’t human.

Ex Oram ab Bog, Stercus!

Where have all the Intelligence gone?

Thrilling observance of Veterans Day. All the parades cancelled in recognition of the precedence of Mother Nature. Even by the politicals who deny climate change. And women’s equality. And tyranny. Their own, of course.

Anyway, have been keeping an ear to the audio-visual electromagnetic receiver since FD SCP is home and I just caught one of those NO GMOs AV advertisements. Which led me to ask a mental question:

Don’t the people who eschew “GMO” foodstuffs know that they are the product of a gene modification activity?

I’ll talk about DNA mis-reproduction and elementary particle – DNA interactions later.

 

Eleven Cubed

Today is Armistice Day. At least that’s what it started as. And that’s how it tends to be remembered by those of us who find social and political correctness odious.

In some ways it  is hard to think of Armistice Day as a happiness, although easy to think of it as a good. After all, it commemorates the end of a rather nasty war, a war fought over the same nonsense that we are glorifying these days. 

So celebrating the end of slaughter and (temporarily) stupidity is a good. But it isn’t clearly a happiness.

I was once told by a professor that there is great merit to dying young. One avoids old age and disillusionment. At the time I thought him foolish but the older I get, the wiser he becomes.

But I can still regret that anyone has to die for a social construct. After all, society is what brought us slavery and money and epidemic disease. 

So it is hard to recognize and admire the stupidity of nation-states or war. 

But I can still admire the courage to risk one’s life for the sake of the good – scant as it may be – in the social construct. 

While hating the evil of those who used the construct for war and other crimes.

Nor can I criticize those who went to war. The vast majority are good humans.

But I am saddened that they had to make such a sacrifice.