Ex Oram Infantas

Today is the observation of a holiday called “President’s Day.” As with too much of contemporary government, it is unsatisfying and ill-tasting. Perhaps this is why watching high schule students denouncing the lies and corruption of our elected officials seem so satisfying and gladdening.

Perhaps it is time for a change? Time to rid ourselves of politicians who care more for self and party than country and citizenry?

Perhaps it is time to call for all elected officials to submit letters of resignation that will be accepted once a new system is developed that assures no single interest or organization shall ever stand higher than the good of the nation as a whole.

A sampling seems a good idea, so evilly has the current electoral instrumentality been rotted. Within each district and state and the country, a random selection among qualified (and automatically registered) voters to hold office, perhaps for only a single term in one’s lifetime. We have way more than enough population that no repetition would stifle the sample population and much of the corruption and theft that mars the current governance would be eliminated.

We should assure that terms of office be short, no more than two years for the chief executive and the chief legislators, to minimize corruption and graft. And that lobbyists and such shadow government is forbidden under pain of life internment. 

We must assure that the nation and its citizenry are always the prime concern of government. 


District Attendance

  1. The citizens of this country elect politicians to office to run the government.
  2. The elected politicians have closed the government twice this year because they hold their loyalty to partei and corporate donors above their loyalty to country.
  3. So it would seem to be time to forbid politicians to hold elected office.

Contemporary Dilemma

How do we distinguish actual fake news from actual news denounced as fake by a caught-out politician or organization?

The Sturgeon Rule answer seems to be that anything announced by a politician or organization is prevaricative and hence implicitly and inherently fake. 


Colding the Past

Three Day and the depth of discontent. Almost makes me envy Shakespeare and the dearth of thermometers. 

The prize for most accurate weather forecast goes – once more – to the Yankee Government’s National Weather Service. They predicted a low of 5 degF and are only one degF too high. The weather beavers at Nawth Alibam’s Shining CIty on the Hill blew it big time with a prediction of 9 degF! Way to go WAFF! [Link]

This will resound a bit sour given the general attitude in Alibam towards the Yankee government, but clearly this is a demonstration that said Yankee government not only can do things right but better than the redneck Repulsian denialist evilgelicals of Alibam. The ones who want to keep their graven idols of civil war “heroes”. That statement doesn’t mean that  I do not acknowledge either their military abilities nor their patriotism, but I somehow doubt that most of them would happily accept the mantle and train of culture hero. 

This brings up the question of how we separate the evils of individuals and society from the biology of survival, especially when we come to their interactions. One of the things Thoreau teaches us is how difficult it is to cast away society and we should remember this when we condemn members of past society. Castigating the more egregious practitioners of social injustice is largely misplaced; those we should be condemning are the forgotten who started the practice and made it a part of their society. 

Of course, we also have to accept a lot of social collapse if we do. 

The lesson that we fail to learn from history and the present is that we cannot dissipate our evils by condemning those who practiced those evils in the past. We have no way of going back and rectifying such, not that we should if we could. If we are to blame anyone it is those today who continue these practices; they are the only ones we can do more than ground our hormones over.

As to be expected with such low air temperatures, the air is relatively dry and my sinuses are sharing that experience with the rest of me. Enough. Selah. If the day warm from this Fimbulwinter abates I may return.  But in the interim I need be gird my loins to venture out and place the rubbish bin on the verge in anticipation that the contracted rubbish lorry will make its rounds this day. Given the whiteness of the streets and how that white will become ice under the first pressure of a motorcar and the density of idiocy in Greater Metropolitan Arab, that icing seems a certainty and hence the folly of my task.

But such is part of marriage and society.


One Day. And already weirding. First of all, it’s the holiday of Martin Luther King 2. Also – in Alibam – the holiday of Robert Edward Lee. Both are somewhat abandoned. The Yankee Government is observing the former and all the folks who have that connection are unofficed today. But the schools are also in session and given the usual touchy-feely of schools, that seems to indicate some negation. But the silence over the state holiday is intriguing? Perhaps there is some tippy-toe among the state politicians?

It is also a day of weather weirding. For some reason, this winter seems to be a season of two stage colding aggressions. Two weeks ago, there was such and today is the interbellum between the latest. As such, I went off to gym. Air temperatures barely less than the liquid->solid phase change of dihydrogen oxide. A glorious temperature foretold not to be attainable after today until Freya’s day, at least with any persistence. So a week of shivering and discontent portends.

Two weeks ago, FD SCP and I bunkered in and we probably will again this week but we are trying to do so less. The acclimatization (or is it aweatherization?) is difficult. (I despair of using words like acclimatize and incur the wrath of climate change denialist redneck Repulsians and since Alibam is a snake pit of such…) And unpleasant. In fact, existence under these conditions is unpleasant. And stressful. So why not venture out into the lowest strata of Tartarus and end one’s existence more rapidly?

The podcast this morning a gym was a bit enlightening. It was an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” interviewing the author of some philosophical novel about imbuing dogs with sentience and speech and (possibly) humanity. The narrator and author prattled on for fifty minutes in the most positive of words about the work, none of which inspired in me any positive thought about reading the work. It did, however, illuminate me on the intellectual depths of borderlike Bog-Geeks. The only good part was the occasional utterance of absolute Bog ignorance. 

This led me to contemplate what would be needed to “Make Amerika NOT AWFUL”? Since one of the activities that people will be practicing today is preparation for the possibility of snow on the morrow, I naturally hit on the matter of bread as an awfulness.

Simply put, bread in Amerika is AWFUL. It is sliced white bread that lacks both taste and texture. It is the penultimate symbol and actualization of our mediocrity and failure as a nation-state. Amerikan bread, at least the pre-sliced white species, adds nothing to either food or society. The kindest thing that I can say about it is that at least it does not breed disease carrying insects. Sadly, that is a statement of its value as a foodstuff.

Why is Amerikan bread so abysmal and AWFUL? Simply put, because it is made in factories by Capitalists and the citizens don’t care. These two conditions are self-supporting, or perhaps, self-destroying would be a better term?

And no, I do not eat such bread. If I cannot find good bread in any store, I will make my own. Or I go without. I do not frequent restaurants that serve mediocre bread.

Which Amerikan slice, white bread is far below. 

So one way that we can Make Amerika NOT AWFUL is to get rid of this cancerous excuse for bread. That would serve two purposes: it would make citizens of Amerikans again; and it would abase the false gods of Capitalism – the other form of Evilgelical.

Now I am off to make Sourdough toast that I shall smear with Maple Butter. It being winter, after all. And perhaps, maybe, reduce the general discontent.

Empty Cave

It was called to my attention this morning at gym that the “Hef” is discorporate.

I suspect he passed because the American Dream has been destroyed.

Another reason I am glad to be ORF.