Two Hundred

Yesterday, I was told, was the two-hundredth anniversary of Alibam. Statehood, I expect, rather than settlement, which went back ten thousand years or so?

This seems a typical viewpoint and representation. I personally abhor the term “Native Peoples,” mostly because humans are NOT native to the Americas. All the humans in the Americas today are offspring of immigrants. 

This got reflected yesterday by Doug Phillips. Several of his “Discovering Alabama’ [Link] episodes were run, including the one on the capitols/capitals of Alibam, where he spent a few moments talking about the role of Moundville as a seat of Alibam operations. This was also a source of some displeasure on my part. A later bit of programming reviewed noted historical Alibamians and David DeJarnette – the archaeologist who “made” Moundville – was omitted for some people I would not have bragged about – porn promoters and such. Of course, there is something to be lauded for including such given the nastiness of some of the Bubbas and their churches. 

There was also considerable coverage of the unveiling of all sorts of monuments, most in Muntgum, but a few elsewhere, and I found myself musing over how many of those monuments would have been removed or studiously ignored a century hence because, like the Confederate monuments erected in the Twentieth Century, they had become socially untenable? 

Then I found myself thinking about how many people would be in Alibam a century hence. Would the lower third of the state, the “black belt”, so named for the soil and not the population demographic, be covered in seawater? Would all of the state except the mountain tops be so hot as to be virtually uninhabitable, our cities ghost towns? Only a few roving bands and the occasional scrabbling truck farmer inhabiting the state?

All because of our denial of climate change and our unwillingness to use our brains critically and our effort constructively?

Again, I am glad to be ORF.

Firing Parties for All

After observing a few moments of the impeachment proceedings this morning, I am convinced that all the parties involved, both parties, are guilty of terminal stupidity and theft. 

The kindest thing we can do is to euthanize the lot.

Bicycle La Brea?

Yesterday, after the intensity of the monthly meeting of the Marshall County LINUX SIG, I did a bit of diversion immersion and ran across a bemusing article on the Face Scroll.

The article was about reactions to an exercise bicycle with a pseudo-Greek name on social media. The nature of the comments were distinctly 1950’s female infighting – mostly of the nature of “respectable, suburban housewives” commenting on the behavior of less restrained liberated (?) women. In the vernacular of the time, very catty, envious, and claws dripping with blood, at least figuratively.

Becoming intrigued, I viewed the commercial and it did indeed have a moving effect on me. In addition to a disproportionately large surge of nausea, I was amazed that Amerikan corporate culture has come to the stage of glorifying narcissistic psychopaths, which the rider of the bicycle most explicitly was. 

Is this how we sell bicycles today? And is this the actual nature of the young?

Excuse me, another trip to listen to echos.

Dysthankful 5

This has been a difficult week. I won’t bother with details except to assert that I have been at least three times as busy this week as usual. And had to deal with a lot more people that I don;t usually have to deal with. 

I would like to say that these people were congenial and pleasant and helpful.

Like they used to be thirty or so years ago. 

And some were, but most weren’t, which brings me to what I am dysthankful for.

Entitlement. 

And no, I don’t mean Congressional Entitlements as in Title (Number) law. 

I mean people who absolutely want things their way and are willing to do harm and pain rather than be a bit amenable to compromise. 

And what’s frightening is that the majority of these people are young. Under thirty.

And absolutely unable to abide any deviation from their vision of perfection without retribution.

Which seems appropriate for this time of year since it is full of people invoking religion and patriotism and history while ignoring any actuality of these ideas.

“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.”

Dysthankful 4

I am proud to announce that I bought nothing – zippo! – yesterday. And I find myself wondering how many folks bought some ridiculously expensive thing at a microscopically reduced price and then discovered that they had bought a stercus blivet.

For those who are unfamiliar with that last thing, a blivet is a topologically complex container that is considerably more capacious than it appears. For example, a quart blivet can handily contain several gallons of contents. Which are stercus, in this case, and if you don’t know what that is, you’ll find out about Thanksgiving stercus in a day or two on the porcelain stool. 

Which is another thing to be unthankful for, in addition to a piece of overrated techno-rubbish that you are now stuck with.

I also read an amusing article about the demise of brick and mortar chain stores. Galgenhumor, IMHO. After all, these chains killed off the Mom and Pop stores and now perhaps are gaining their just dues. I have hopes, probably ill conceived, that when the malls and chain stores whiter away, the Mom and Pop stores may come back. After all, in my life I have seen the change and can in my senility hope for a past time.

I am not sure about buying groceries over the internet. What kind of ways can they not ruin fruit? Not that we are going to have much fruit courtesy of capitalists and Pols causing global climate change collapse. The question I keep posing is will whatever succeeds us as the dominant species on Tellus appreciate the money we leave behind?

And the bones and piles of rust?

But I cannot condemn those Bubba Bargain Seekers too much. So long as they are distracted they don’t have to think about how their grandchildren are likely the last humans.

Dysthankful 3

All right, I skipped yesterday. Not because it the the “official” Thanksgiving Day but because I had to fend off relatives and relatives of relatives at a food gathering that was held because it was Thanksgiving Day.

I have to admit that this was a bit of a mixed bag, as well as a mystery.

In the main, it was painful, irritating (yes, those two are separate and distinct but reinforcing,) and annoying.The spectrum of unpleasantness ran the age gamut from my parents (and the in-law parents) through to offspring of offspring. Thus there were four broad channels of misery, just on the “age” scale.

A worse part however, was the Bog/Bubba scale. This was so weighty that I kept looking for a barreling pick up truck to throw myself under. 

And yes, much of my “family” are Bubbas. And EXTRO Supremists. Who think INTROs are imaginary creatures. And that their brand of religious and/or political delusion is the only TRUE Truth! (Which concept is immediately a headache!)

After the first hour I lost count of the number of absurd, ignorant, impossible, appalling, and just plain evil things that said. The boring things were innumerable from the get-go.

There were some moments of fellowship and good cheer. They seemed to be random, too short, and unpredictable. For that I have to admit being thankful. Not because they made it bearable, but because they may endure a while?

The food was quite good, at least going down. 

But as FD SCP and I were driving away, I was overcome with a wave of thanksgiving. And escape. 

I noticed an article {Link] this morning listing the grocery stores who were open yesterday. I mention this because many of the ones open on;y have self-service/check-out. Aside from the villainy of doing away with check-out queues manned with real humans, I can’t really complain. 

But I am not sure that this was the holiday that I would pick to die a horrible death. My hope had always been that Christmas would vanish. Now I can examine that again.

Dysthankful 2

The “official” story is that this is supposed to be a season of celebration, of being thankful for good stuff. That stuff includes:

  • the agricultural harvest;
  • family and friends; and
  • religious goodness.

None of which actually makes much sense.

Fall is the traditional period of harvest, going back to the time when we gave up being Hunter-Gatherers and settled down to a much less healthy lifestyle. It is unclear why we did this but the best argument I have been exposed to is that we wanted more stuff. IOW, simple greed.

It can be argued that early on, sedentary agriculture was a more secure food source than hunting and gathering. Be that so, the concentration sedentaryness permitted made sure that this condition did not continue. So we had only a brief respite from the usual fall horror of deciding how best we could (sorta) survive until the spring. That usually involved killing off competing eaters – both human and not, including infants – and inducing elders to go sit outside for the dire wolves to eat. 

Not a time of joy.

In addition, the days were getting shorter and it seemed to a lot of folks – those too crude to note annual variation – that eternal night was coming and efforts were needed to allay this. Usually by getting rid of someone in the social group as a “religious” sacrifice. 

The American experience is particularly pungent. The Europeans who initially settled here were those who were unhappy with life in Europe. This unhappiness seemed to be of two forms: suppression of economic success (aka economic slavery) and suppression of religious practices. The first is hideous, the second is a tar baby. And both are still with us. But the answer for both was to invade the Americas and kill off the indigenous peoples to get their land and resources. Definitely peaceful and honorable.

And the idea that this is something to be thankful of seems to well fit our current climate of denial and delusion. 

Which denial and delusion seems all we may be thankful for. It’s cyclic, we are denialist and delusional and are grad we are. 

Seems like a self-perpetuating form of insanity.