In The Bow-Wave 19

This blot is a bit off the main wave, more in the foam boundary.

After noting that a couple of hundred “scientists” had criticized the WHO for not paying attention to their experiments on whether the BatPlague has an airborne vector, I was struck with the whimsey (No Peter involved – with apology since it isn’t PunDay) of contrasting STEMs and Ps. 

Ps, of course, are physicians, who are the fellows (of both plumbing varieties) who administer places like WHO and CDC.

To start with, let’s review how each component behaves:

  • Scientists are primarily concerned with understanding;
  • Technicians are primarily concerned that the equipment doesn’t break;
  • Engineers are primarily concerned with producing something that works, be that a road or a bridge or a computer; and
  • Mathematicians are primarily concerned with proving their math is good.

Physicians, on the other hand are primarily concerned with “fixing” their patients. So they are more akin to Engineers than Scientists. 

Scientists and Mathematicians tend to have poor (relatively) social skills, at least partly because they can’t communicate with others meaningfully.In fact, many of then are INTROs. Engineers tend to be EXTROs and they get along with others very well because that’s where money comes from. And Technicians are generally nice people except for hiding from their Scientists so they can get work done.

Physicians have wonderful artificial social skills (taught to them in schule) but can’t hide that they divide society in two groups: physicians and not-physicians. And they despair that the latter actually have minds and wills of their own. In fact, many Physicians suffer from Veterinarian Envy. 

All of these have a caste structure. For example, Physicians who are specialists look down on General Practitioners; and both look down on Dentists. Among Scientists, Physicists look down on Chemists who look down on Biologists. And all of them know that Computer Scientists are really Engineers. 

And that is why the CDC and WHO are at odds with the scientific community. Scientists tend to consider Physicians as being Engineers while Physicians consider Scientists to be yappy, noisy dogs. So both groups look down on the other. And don’t play well together. 

The only group worse is Mathematicians who don’t play well with each other or anyone else. 

And none of them have any patience with POLs. 


In The Bow-Wave 18bis

OK, scanned a bit of the morning news. What is this love affair Repulsians have for statues? Are they afraid people will find out how dishonest and criminal they were after death? 

No, that can’t be it. Everyone but the Bubbas know that Pols – ALL Pols – are dishonest and criminal. 

But they are also necessary until we get a form of representation that prevents such behavior. Like random selection and strict one-term-per-person limits. 

I have to admit that I don’t understand why we erect these statues in the first place. Is it some inability to cope with death, a connection with the mysticism and superstition? Or is it some trick of subjugation? 

What kind of arrogance does it take to carve likenesses of dead people into mountains? Pols, of course. They have infinite arrogance, or course. Also, greed. And they get mana points from the Bubbas when they do this civic deed.

Which is totally without benefit. Benefit of substance, of course. Except to pigeons who would only have windshields to defecate on otherwise. 

So the pigeons benefit? And no one else? Why do we care about pigeons. Do Pols dine on Pigeon Pie? 

Why can’t we do away with this practice? It may have had some benefit before photography and cameras and computers, but it’s rather an antediluvian activity these days. 

So let’s get rid of it. And improve our roads by grinding up the stone for paving bed. 

Let’s remember what “Bull” Halsey said about great men. 

And then we can make Pols obsolete and extinct too.

In the Bow-Wave 18

Well, Alibam’s Bubbas have come through again, being recognized by no less than Tony Fauci yesterday for their deep arrogance, ignorance, and incompetence. The only thing that is surprising about this is how long it took him to admit the accuracy of the claims of the cognitive 10%. 

Meanwhile, I was out yesterday provisioning in Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill. Which is an oasis of relative rationality in an otherwise “duuuuuuuuh!” state. The Pols in Muntgun, including our previously canny guvnuh, are silent on the matter of death tolls and overtaxed medicalists. What do they care? They are getting their bribe money from the state’s capitalist greedmasters. 

On a more mundane level, FD SCP tasked me to procure small paper “plates” and “kitchen garbage bags” for her at one of Huntsville’s Sam’s Clubs. I managed to quickly implement my usual food gathering and arrived at the Amerikan GUM store before the cessation of “Senior Hour,” which is actually two hours long. And twice a week. And still implemented, unlike the grocery chains – Publix and Kroger in particular – who implement “Senior Hour” and then reneged on the practice without warning. Truly an outstanding display of the integrity and honesty of Amerikan Capitalism.

I will have to admit that Kroger is several dB better than Publix these days. The ORF Kroger largely ignores the dictates of the CDC other than keeping the place clean and the employees masked. The Publix makes a great overt display of implementing the CDC’s spatial mandates while ignoring completely and arrogantly the temporal ones. And their one-way aisles are hotbeds of exposure to the BatVirus. Despite repeated complaints by the rational customer base. And the politeness of the staff has lost its luster somehow, sounding tinny and false. Overworked or overmismanaged? 

Anyway, I plumbed the vastness of the Sam’s Club, which actually had functional check-out queues for a change. Maybe some good has come of the BatPlague but knowing Sam’s is kin to MalWart and its evil precludes any deep trust. Anyway, I navigate to where the “kitchen garbage bags” were displayed and made “my” selection. But a thought sprang into my head. These bags are categorized as “13 gallon” and I suddenly wondered if they would actually contain that volume of liquid without rupturing?

The problem, I suspect, that itched my mentation, is that a gallon is not only Old English, it’s a specialized measure of volume, of liquids, specifically. In Amerika, gallons are primarily used to measure milk and paint, and one is sometimes challenged to tell the difference. But almost all kitchen garbage is not liquid. In my experience, liquid “garbage” goes down the sink while what goes into the sack is solid or foodstuff remains, which can range from nasty to the-blob-that-ate-Steve-McQueen. Much of what FD SCP and I dispose of is covered with fuzz, mostly either “white” or green. Which goes to the land fill whenever the city conscript parents can get enough coin together to bribe the garbage capitalists into actually collecting the garbage here in Greater Metropolitan Arab.

And yes, the city conscript parents are mostly Bubbas. 

But why gallons? Why not cubic meters, or cubic feet? And the answer to the first half is that if the city used metric units then 90% of the city population would vote them out of office because of their inability to understand. “Their” being the Bubbas, of course. Although since the conscript parents are all real estate con artists, they are all either Bubbas or Capitalists. Who probably can’t handle metric either. 

But why not cubic feet? I suspect that the capitalists think that the only people who buy kitchen garbage bags are women. And they have to be talked down to lest they become confused and start “Women’s Lives Matter” protests.

Which would probably be a boon, especially her in Alibam!

Tulsa Toilet Training

It seems that Fartus Maximus Prevaricator’s Grand Circus among the Sooners was a bigger flop than his inauguration. 

The coverage said that there are still a few intelligent people among the Repulsians and that Fartus Maximus was so flustered by his being un-idolized by the soapless that he blew his speech.

Which is unsurprising to any who have listened to him.

Talk about an inability to speak at a five-year-old level.

He also didn’t get to unveil his new slogan:

Make America Sick and Awful.

Only requires one letter to be changed on those ill-fitting and uncomfortable ball caps.

Memorial Tidbits

Today started with annoyance. The hospital gym – basically the best of a bad lot in Marshall County – is celebrating Memorial Day by opening late and hence inconveniencing most of its subscribing members. Sadly this has become a way of life here with Scant City Memorial aka Marshall medical North who has become adamantinely apathetic to the needs of the citizenry and only concerned with stuffing its coffers. 

So after I got my morning exercise on the stationary bicycle in my study, an alternative rediscovered in the recent (on-going?) hunkering mandate and increasingly more viable and effective than Scant City Memorial’s capitalist megalomania, I consulted the feeds that my desk box had gathered over the darkness hours. Several things crept into my cranial contents.

First, an article [Link] entitled “Trump says Sessions was not ‘mentally qualified’ to be AG.” As the sleep fog dissipated from my exercise sapped pseudo-consciousness, I was bemused. Could Fartus Maximus Prevaricator have actually uttered something that would stand up to intelligent scrutiny as at least modestly accurate – i.e., “truthful”? If so, amazing. Possibly a Blind Squirrel Moment. 

Or is this actually an effort by Fartus Maximus to endorse the Second Bigot of Alibam? (The First Bigot is the noted pedophile and former chief justicer of Alibam,) In which case, this is a lie of a lie and hence a epitome of Fartus Maximus. 

One almost feels a bit sorry for the state’s Second Bigot. He is detested by Repulsians and Democruds (the few that exist in Alibam outside of the homes of the descendants of the formerly (?) enslaved and the actually educated) as being a tool of Fartus Maximus, either as a failure or a blackguard.

Both of which being likely accurate? 

The second article of note [Link] is entitled “The US successfully tested a laser weapon that can destroy aircraft mid-flight.” The combination of the two is intriguing. 

Computer Anatomy

I ran across an article [Link] this morning entitled “Linux on Windows 10 gets major computing boost” and it set me to wondering why anyone would want to run Linux on Winders. 

That’s like trying to water ski in a pig sty – on a mixture of stercus and mud instead of water. 

Because that’s basically what Winders is: a mixture of mud and stercus. 

Example: how long does it take Winders to boot? I had to do some updates on FDSCP’s Winders box (so she can do sewing stuff that only works under Winders) and it took almost two minutes – 117 seconds by my watch – to boot.

This box, running SOLYDK 10, takes 14 seconds.

A little less than ten times faster! 

And then I can run Linux clients without the stercus and mud overhead of Winders. 

One of my colleagues made the comparison that that Winders is like being in Lock-Down (an environment we are ALL familiar with these days) and only being able to have sex by abusing yourself. (This is Alibam after all, and that’s how the Evilgelicals talk.) 

So why is anyone wasting time on Winders instead of running Linux natively? Why is Alibam full of Bubbas?


District Drek 3

Have we now [Link] complete assurance that anything we are told by Fartus Maximus or his administration myrmidons is completely inaccurate?

It would seem so. 

This is cause for a bit of galgenhumor rejoicing since no other administration, in my lifetime, has had such a consistency. Now all we need to do is listen carefully and believe/trust the opposite completely.

This is truly amazing, after all, even Weather Beavers are right occasionally. 

In the Bow-Wave 13

All I heard yesterday about the re-opening of Alibam was bitter complaining by the Bubbas (and Bubbettes, if I may be so genderisticly bold to note the duality) about how the shopping centers – the high temples of Bubba Kultur and Worship of self – were imposing needless, tyrannical totalitarian rules on customers, limiting their numbers, NOT having sales, and not enough stores being open. Somehow I kept a straight face about the  totalitarian part since the dream of every Bubba is to impose tyrannical Bubba rule on all the not-Bubbas. 

With torture and pain, naturally, since that’s all that not-Bubbas deserve.

Then this morning in my review of the “news,” I ran across an article [Link] entitled “Revealed: Two-thirds of pavements in London are NOT wide enough for people to keep two metres apart to meet social distancing guidelines.” 

My first though was that the Londonians should be happy to have sidewalks. Sidewalks are considered a waste of money by Bubbas, although paved roads are not. (Reduces the time spent sprucing the pickup, or so I am told.) 

But then I considered that part of the problem is that almost everyone, including the Municipal Parents, are ignoring the temporal aspects of the CDC’s guidance.

The six foot/two meter (for the educated and STEMs) separation is a major component of the spatial aspects of the CDC’s guidance. I am told this is a compromise distance of separation that is related to when COVID-laden exhalation aerosol droplets fall out. (I shall refrain from enunciating my concerns over what the actual size distribution of such droplets are because it would probably compromise the measure.) And it is a concept that even the Bubbas can comprehend (well, mostly.) But what is ignored is the temporal aspects.

If you read the guidance, you see that it reduces down to ‘minimize nearness duration.’ In grocery store terms, be a ‘darter’ – don’t wait patiently, dash in, grab the item, and get away. This has two (or more) advantages. It minimizes the amount of time for the people around you to sneeze, cough, or just breathe on you. And if you go fast enough, a slightly fast walk, you push the air enough to not only shield from diffusion but to disrupts all but the smallest of those aerosol droplets. 

Which gets us back to the sidewalk problem. If you live in London, you can’t very well move off the sidewalk without putting yourself at risk of collision with a motorcar, which will likely be nastier for you than the motorcar but you will still attain the wrath of the motorcar pilot. If you live in Greater Metropolitan Arab, and you can find a sidewalk, you can walk alongside on the greensward. Except downtown where you don’t have to worry about stepping in the street because the collision will be so forceful as to alleviate any fear of the plague. 

But you can go fast and let the wind you make buffer you from the pestilent aerosol droplets. And if the chap going the other way is going slowly, and lacks a cane, smack them with yours to instill some civic responsibility.

Problem Solved.

And, of course, in grocery store you can also use the grocery buggy you are pushing as an inducement to untarry.

In the Bow-Wave of the Plague

I keep thinking about Norman Cantor’s book “In the Wake of the Plague.” And, yes, I know it is hubris to compare CORVID-19 to Y. Pestis. But I keep coming back to thoughts of how, despite our advances in science and technology, we are apparently as incompetent in dealing with plagues (in Amerika) today as we were in the “Dark Ages.” Apparently, despite our advances in democracy, our political elite today is as inept and murderous (?) as was the political elite of Europe in those days.

And from the blather repeated incessantly on the audio-visual electromagnetic receiver, so is the political elite of Europe today. 

Another thing that hasn’t changed is the panic state of human beings. And while the Dark Ages lacked toilet paper and medical masks, there were still things for people to horde and fight over. Which makes us wonder how many people got killed arguing over the last packet of some herbal tincture at the alchemist’s shop?

Still I give the Plague Sty award of the day, maybe the week, to the people who coined the phrase “Flatten the Curve” while maintaining the same area – number of dead – in the flatten Gaussian. This clearly was not their intent but it was their effect. 

Since one can only spend a certain amount of brain cycles contemplating the nature of the plague and its political flagellants, I find it necessary to cogitate on other things to redirect my attention from the insanity of this affair and herein give notice that I am embarking on a voyage of unusual discovery. 

Al Abam Tar Pit

Well, on Tuesday, the Bubbas (and Real People) of Alabam went to the polls – in small fraction – and voted – the first stage leading to a national election.

In Greater Metropolitan Arab, we have one polling place, located in the busiest part of town so that all the roads leading to it are reduced to parking lots. I mention this as an introduction to the mental faculties of Alibam office holders.

Result One: The ballot was instructive that the Democruds are running the current senator who has a record of doing more good for the citizens of Alibam than all the other Alibam senators have in the last twenty years. The Repulsians had eight or nine (I lost count) candidates and the voting came down to a run-off. It is indicative of the nature of the majority of the citizenry of Alibam that the run-off will be between a Pornography Purveyor and a Bigotry Bohmer. 

This result definitely upheld Alibam’s reputation as one of the most Third World states on the planet.

Result Two: The ballot also included a constitutional amendment – no one, including the state office holders – really trusts the state office holders – to change the state Educational Board of Politicals to a State Board of Political Appointees. This was motivated – supposedly – because Alibam is dead last of all Yankee Republic states and territories in maths.

I’m not at all sure – in fact, basically clueless – how this change would help. Frankly, between the Politicals who pine for the good ole days of chattel slavery and the Bubbas who are deathly afraid of anyone who can think or be rational, it is pretty evident that the majority of Alibamians don’t want any Nerds or Geeks in the state, especially not related to them, which would be a terminal embarrassment for the Bubbas and probably political suicide for the Politicals. There are, of course, a few NERD Alibamians who have to endure the taunts of the Bubbas and Politicals about why they don’t leave the state, completely missing the concept of allegiance, prove the Chicken Man’s argument that “good student are successful in spite of bad teachers.” 

And when it comes to Nerdery, Alibam has lots of well meaning, industrious, but woefully NERD ignorant teachers. For example, the average Alibam high schule maths teacher got no further than introductory algebra in college. In fact, that’s the most advanced maths course taught in most of Alibam’s teacher colleges.

Anyway, the point is that the amendment failed to pass by a large margin, probably because the average Alibamian is deathly afraid of anyone who can actually do maths. In fact, they have been known to drape themselves in sheets and burn anyone with these capabilities at the stake. 

Which reminds me of my Great Uncle George telling me one time that sometimes you just have to burn down the house and start over.