Language Porn

For those who have better things to attend to, it snowed yesterday in Nawth Alibam. Mostly a nuisance snow. The only dangerous part was sharing the roads with the typical Alibam driver who practices the somewhat suicidal idea that the best way to drive on low friction roads is as fast as possible. 

This is an intriguing concept based on minimizing the time of risk. The problem is that it doesn’t minimize risk; in fact, in many ways it maximizes risk. And I cannot decide why this is so: are Alibamians just naturally not-smart; or is it a blindness thing mentally like being unable to be rational or do maths? 

So the only actual risk of the snow was the people who were not minimizing the risk for themselves and others. In particular, the rational, sedate drivers were at considerable risk of some typical Alibamian spinning out into them, or ramming them for driving too slowly.

Happily I was available to avoid both with some difficulty because of the high optical densities of falling snow flakes. The real kind, not the pseudo-curse word used by Repulsians.

After a night of dripping faucets to ameliorate the low temperatures, considerably below the liquid-to-solid phase transition of dihydrogen oxide, I ventured out this morning to gym. There I was exposed to a dialog on Faux News that reminded me that it an elected official announces that something is false, it is generally not. And since this politician’s tirade was singular negative, I was unable to establish the converse. 

Then driving home I met a fellow walking in the road – on the wrong side – that is, with the traffic flow. And his ears were muffled. 

So even without the snow, we have ample signs of the behavior – nationally.

Along the way I began to muse on a couple of phrases. One I heard yesterday – “We do not know the future” – and the other – “The future is not promised/guaranteed” – today. And I reflected on these. 

Yes, we do not know the future, even if, as Quantum Mechanics may indicate, the future reaches back – probabilistically – to drag us forward. But more the situation, we do not know much of anything about future, past, or even present. All we know is what we experience, what we sense. So while we know nothing about the future, we know astoundingly little about past or present. In effect, we can say that we know very little about anything that is not universal. 

If we live in Alibam, we cannot experience or sense what goes on in New York. In fact, other than what is immediately around us we cannot sense, so we only know about a small part of Alibam. 

So the “We do not know the future” is a rubbish statement. What is intriguing about it is that the majority of humanity doesn’t understand this. They keep uttering and believing this sort of garbage.

Similarly, “The future is not promised/guaranteed” is a rubbish statement. Who promises or guarantees the future? Other than that there will be a future? Time will not change. I resist saying “time will not stop” because we don’t know if time is discrete or continuous.

But the point is that no agency we have, human or social or legal, can guarantee or promise the future. Except as a prevarication. So the very idea of expecting a promise or guarantee of a future is void. To say nothing of how would we collect on a broken promise or a violated guarantee? Would we receive an apology or a return on investment? 

Time is not a commodity. We cannot contain it, nor can it be traded or refined. I can understand people not wanting to think about it since it is intangible. Hunter-gatherer genetic heritage does not make us natural philosophers. 

But we continually say things that are absolute garbage. Reeking and with maggots. And that is worrisome. 

 

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Alabama Morality

Evidently, for most Alibamians, being a Democrat is worse than being a Pedophile.

And almost all of those people are professed Christianists.  

Not sure exactly what that indicates but it certainly makes me feel like I am living in a third-world state.

Foot Ballistics

Yesterday, I motored into Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill for provisioning and staff call. Quite frankly, the motoring was dismal almost all the way. Too many egotists and incompetents. Especially motoring (??????) down Whitesburg Mountain. These rectalcrania accelerate on the short straight bits of road and brake frantically on the curves, the length of the two being about equal on this stretch of US 231.

I coast down this stretch, unless prevented by these folks’ inconsistency, at the speed limit and do not need to use my brakes except when the springs flowing across the road are frozen. Which was not the situation yesterday. 

I don’t understand what appears to be deep stupidity. I get down as fast or faster than these people and use much less petrol and do not wear my braking apparatus. 

But once I crossed the bridge over the Tennessee and had motored north a couple of miles I spied a Roy Moore campaign sign, the small yard variety. Normally this would be a downer, in the parlance of my generation, but this sign had been graffiti-ed with the word “PEDOPHILE” in black (?) spray paint.

Somehow this brightened my day. And while the traffic did abate a bit once I got off US 231, this protest against evil enhanced my tolerance and morale.

And then, this morning at gym, I was bemused and even amused by the numerous grammar and spelling mistakes in the graphics displayed by one of our local television stations – WAFF. 

This led me to some musing. First, how can people let themselves be so consumed by their rush to work (?) that they actually impede their own motion by acts of irrational and, apparently, insentient, stupidity?

Second, how can we abide a political candidate who is clearly not only a bigot but a pervert?

Third, how can we abide people who disobey laws, in this case by spraying graffiti on political signs? Even if the scrawling is rightful and good and the candidate is evil and prevaricative? 

Fourth, how can people who claim to be students of morality via a revealed religion support patent evil? And enthusiastically? While their commitment and steadfastness may be laudable, it becomes damning by the evil supported. 

The latter is somehow the least part of these. Observation indicates that most, many, at least, of the adherents of this religion do so for reasons other than assimilating its tenets. This observation indicates that these people falsely claim membership for either personal gain or to better their social status. And, apparently, to persecute those who are not members, or who are, but do not meet their acceptance. 

So perhaps that these adherents of this religion do rightly support perversion? 

But this doesn’t seem to tell us why we permit criminality and stupidity and incompetence?

Film at Eleven.

Thankful Listness +2

Five Day. Back to gym. With a fill-in clerk who was fifteen minutes late. And hence I had to reduce my exercise duration by ten minutes to get back on schedule.

This raises the question: if we can’t trust Marshall Medical North [Link] management to open a gym on schedule how can we trust them to run a hospital. The answer is that we can’t. So this is a thankfulness since we have found out not to go to this hospital before we got killed or maimed.

I am also thankful that Thanksgiving is over. All that is left is unhealthy left-overs that can be discarded in a day or so.

I am thankful for the Arab government [Link] contractor who is supposed to pick up the recyclables this morning but almost certainly will not on the excuse of yesterday. This teaches us that capitalists are less trustworthy (and more venial) than government.

Not that Arab government is much to be thankful for. It is, however, one baby step above chaos but not incompetence.

I am also thankful for Black Friday, mostly because it reminds us of the evil of Capitalism and the stupidity of Bogs (and a few Geeks.) It never ceases to amaze me how industriously Bogs will wait on queue to “save” money on rubbish they don’t need but have been brain washed into wanting. In this regard, I am also thankful for Bogs lest the Capitalists have to get creative in their prevarications aka advertisements.

I am unthankful that the month of two noxious holidays is near upon. Much stupidity is to be endured as well of movement obstruction and an atmosphere of general idiocy.

 

Thankful Listness

Today is “Thanksgiving Day.” No gym, because its a holy day. In that regard it has a singular positiveness – it’s a secular holy day, so it’s not an instance of the mystical and superstitious bogs imposing their prejudices and villainy on the rest of us. That doesn’t mean they won’t try; I haven’t been to a “Thanksgiving” repast in years without the deity being invoked in horribly human, Us-Them fashions. One thing I have never understood is that if the deity created humans deliberately then why should he/she/it prefer one flavor of human over another.

And if only the good die young, wouldn’t that favor be placed on the ones being discorporated?

I am not sure what I have to be thankful for. My existence? Birth was beyond my control; it followed from sexual congress of my parents. They may have wanted pregnancy but I doubt that had any conception of what they would be getting.

My family? Again, my natal family is beyond my control. And I should like to say beyond my deep appreciation. They are mostly EXTRO Bogs with the usual antipathy shading into hatred for INTROs and Nerds/Geeks. What is amazing is that I will put up with their presence for a while due to some not understood social obligation. And then go home thoroughly sickened both physically and psychologically.

My constructed family. Certainly I am thankful for FD SCP. But I have that every day and need not a holy day for it. I am of mixed mind now because we spent Two Day at Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill’s premiere hospital. The reason was the FD SCP needed some plumbing adjustments; for me, and less for her, it was an exercise in vertical copulation and borderline incompetence.  She was unconscious most of the time and missed much of the disaster.

No, not a disaster ass in conflagration or such, more like a series of absolutely avoidable screw-ups. We were supposed to be there at 0530 for 0630 surgery. That kept slipping until 1045 because the cutter was indisposed. I knew better than to ask whether his problems were managerial, chemical, or physiological. Happily the crowd of other people’s relatives in the hospital stock yard – the conditions such that if we were cattle the FDA would close down the facility for cruelty and lack of sanitation – was smaller than usual if not more restrained. The noise level in this place was such that the staff abandoned their electronic public address system and walked about imitating town criers. The cutters were livid and nasty because they had to wait to reassure the chief relative over the telephone; evidently face-to-face reports are not part of contemporary medical practice. I suppose they also have a hireling to take the money to bank?

Couple that with an atmosphere of imminent wailing by the interminable large groups of relatives gathered for operations with failure probabilities less than 1%. I could understand the gathering if the probability of survival was half or less but more certain than the motorcar trip to/from hospital? Makes one wonder how Bogs still exist.

So scant thankfulness for anything there other than FD SCP and I surviving our visit to hospital. Which did make me thankful for Semelweis and Lister. I can also say I that I was singularly unthankful for the foodstuffs. Amazing how much sodium can be packed into otherwise tasteless dietitian designed offerings. The coffee, imported from a nearby Starbucks was the best thing and those who read this blog know my ratings on that.

I can also say that after this I had a certain empathy for the British at the battle of Isandlwanda where the callous thought absence of others did them in. One expects rather more of medicalists whose priorities seem not even on treatment.

But we both survived and I suppose I should be thankful of that.

The air temperature is below the phase change of water into ice, and with the gym closed for some devious reason, I am unthankful for being unable to exercise my corpus. And I shall have to eat unusual foodstuffs this afternoon and I shall be deeply unthankful for that, but deeply thankful for simethacone and oil of peppermint.

I shall also be thankful for this not being the next major holiday which will not be secular and will have an order of magnitude more superstition harassment. And I will be thankful when this day of thankfulness is over. Nothing like a ridiculous social torture to make one appreciate reality.

I should append that I am also thankful that I will not have to venture out on the morrow to spend money. I have already received innumerable (not really but beyond my interest or desire) advertisements. I was especially taken with the one from Sam’s Club: the offerings were so boggish as to make me wonder how long it will be before the nausea subsides and I will even think of trading with them. Into the new year I expect.

I am unthankful, however, that I will be unable to do needful acquisition for a while because of all the Bogs out chasing false bargains and adamantinely packaged rubbish. Whether physical presence or internet clogging, their odious, nauseating subservience to capitalist disease is clogging.

Ice Cream Burp

Whenever I get the least idea that humans as a species are rational, all I have to do is watch a television commercial that uses the word “magic” to sell – very successfully – mediocre, misused technology to be relieved of the delusion.

And the hope.

Intelligence seems to be Nature’s way of killing planets.

Stupidity and Greed – Humanity in Action

Seven Day. The  weather beavers foretell a flood starting this night and through the morrow. So seems a good time to clean out some tabs before settling into real work.

First, an article [Link] entitled “Why humans are quick thinkers: Our ‘selfish brains’ have evolved to take priority over muscle when using up the body’s energy.” From what I have observed the only thing slower than most people – Bogs – rate of thought is a rock. Maybe pond slime? But I don’t know that pond slime thinks. 

But then it is unclear just how many Bogs think. Probably not most. They seem to go through life on endocrine secretions and emotion. Especially anger. And some violence. And they get upset when their violence is prevented or deterred. 

Which proves again that Sturgeon was right.

Second, another article [Link] entitled “CDC: Suicide Rates Increase in US Rural Areas.” These two seem to fit together. 

I am not opposed to suicide. If someone wants to not be alive then that should be their decision. No interference from Bogs or organizations. We have too many people on the planet as is and anyone who wants to end their existence should be permitted.

But what rather ruffled me about this Bog arrogance article was the prissy way it talked about how there are inadequate services in rural areas.

Surprise?

Let’s consider. Rural areas are low in population, hence low in tax base. Financial activities in rural areas are low profit, which should be another reason for low tax revenue except that most rural areas are ruled by Repulsians who don’t want any taxes beyond what is collected to give to their rich donors. So no money for services. And thus, no services.

If you create Tartarus, you have to expect escape attempts. Don’t be falsely righteous when all you want to do is maintain the population of wage slaves. 

Third, an article [Link] entitled “Does science need mavericks?” This article is written by an academic who is rightly concerned about losing employment as the universities become factories. So the article answer is NO.

The real answer is YES. And the reason why is that without some real scientific advance, not the nit noid crap being churned out by academics with lots of fudging and outright cheating, we are doomed. We may be doomed anyway, but without some science advances we are surely doomed. And what has been coming out the last century hasn’t been very advancing.

Yes, there have been some advances, and some have even been done by the expensive organizational science folks. But compared to the revolutions of the first part of the Twentieth, the last hundred years have largely been static and decimal place increasing.

So while I believe in permitting suicide I am not in favor of the Bogs and Organizations killing us off from their stupidity and greed.