Have you ever dropped a door? Not one of those real doors that one finds in institutional buildings or the exterior doors of houses; one of those interior doors that are a rectangular frame of 2x2s and a millimeter or so of veneer. They are so light that the air drag is enough to flip them and they semi-float to the ground with a sickening noise that is a combination of “swoosh” and “thud.”

I mention this because autumn (fall?) may have descended on Alibam. 

The whole month of September was an extension of August. This was studiously ignored by all of the politicals since it is one more indication that the melted snowflakes of the international science community are accurate and the planet is preparing to rid itself of human civilization and almost all humans as well. 

Back to hunting and gathering.

No Bronson Alpha and Beta this time folks. Just destructive weather and no food. At least until we go far below the natural carrying capacity of the abused planet. 

Another reason I am glad to be ORF. I figure a fungus will get me before I can starve. There’s something vaguely satisfying with the idea of being covered in greyish fuzz like a loaf of high end in-store bakery bread with NO preservatives. 

We have had a few days of morning temperatures in the sixties and below. And the afternoon temperatures have been in the seventies. Fahrenheit, that is. But not today. Back to the eighties. Not that I’m complaining after too many high nineties and FD SCP nattering about the bills from the Greater Metropolitan Arab Electron Monopoly. 

On which note, I should mention that when I returned home from gym yesterday she had made the transition from summer jersey to winter sweats as her at-home attire. I similarly made the shift from short-sleeve to long-sleeve. But then the blood thinners assure that I have the heat capacity of the vacuum. 

I am not complaining about the onset of lesser temperatures. Except for the extra weight of clothes. And the prickliness of bathroom heaters. “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” But on the other hand we shall get better petrol mileage in the motorcars. No need for air conditioning.

On a related azimuth, FD SCP also picked this past week to finally decide to sack her old computer – an HP lemon from the W7 days that has more bad tracks on its HD than the Greater Metropolitan Arab Electron Monopoly has outages in a year. Seems that in addition to shedding her sewing data, the beast’s DVD drive has gone whackadoodle and is locked in constant seek mode that come with a rather Halloween appropriate shriek. 

So I went to the cache of FD SCP future computers – I buy a new one every year or so in anticipation of the explosive demise of her current one – and spent most of Thursday getting it half ready to swap out. This new box is a refurbed Lenovo that had been advertised as a W7 box – FD SCP has a hatred for WX that is Medea level – but had been upgraded to WX during the refurb.

It’s a much better box. The case doesn’t vibrate with the air from the HVAC vent like the HP does, and the UEFI is much better implemented. More righteous evidence that Carly was a daughter of one of the Greek fates – the sadistic one. 

Sadly, it does have WX as its OS. FD SCP has to use W because of the tyranny of her sewing machines and their software. I have had this box for a few months so I knew once It got it past its birth canal nastiness it would take a while to update. And I was right. Six hours. I had forgotten how slow Winders is. Definitely made me very happy. I sat about and spent most of the day tinkering with my Linux boxes. 

Linux is almost enough to make we want to be young. Almost. But it is definitely more happiness than a lot of my life.


Fall of Disillusionment

As I was leaving Greater Metropolitan Arab this morning on my way to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill, waiting to enter US 231, I noticed an Arab Police SUV on speed duty. Suddenly, the SUV pulled out into the highway, neither lamps not wipers engaged, in apparent obliviousness to traffic, safety, and Alibam law. This put me in mind of Bill Cosby.

When I was young, I listened to the comedy records of Andy Griffin and Bill Cosby. Their humor was wholesome, American, suitable to the Containment Era.

Now Cosby is in prison for sex crimes. What does this tell us? Is America a prevarication, a Potemkin facade? Or have we been the victims of cynical politicians who have swindled us and enslaved us?

Is Mr. Cosby actually a villain of enormous magnitude or a victim of a legal system principally dedicated to punishing someone, guilty or not?

Can anyone or anything in America be trusted? The signs are negative. Democracy is disappearing amidst the struggles of power hungry minorities. Organizations are industriously reinventing slavery. Or is this all the dust hiding a new liberation? And if so, what replaces the democracy made null by our newfound cynicism?


Over the years, I have read quite a bit of science fiction. This started when I was in high schule and has continued since. My reading peaked when I was spending a lot of time on airplanes; science fiction diverted me from thoughts of the dipsomaniac/psychopath in the cabin and the lousy maintenance to be expected from large corporations. So I read a lot and pined for the good old days when the Yankee government told the airlines when they could pass gas, where they could go, and when.

In retrospect, the end of that era was a signal of the feudalism to come.

When I retired, I slacked off on reading science fiction, mostly due to a dissatisfaction with the density of contemporary authors who can’t plot or compose to my expected level. There are exceptions, but in the main, contemporary science fiction authors are crap. So I mostly re-read the old bits which don’t engage as well because I have changed and I remember too much.

Much of what I read was, naturally, stories about the future. Generally, science fiction authors then and now are pretty dismal folks. The future is almost always nasty and needs fixing. Somehow that seems to have come true. Somehow the country seems bent on reinventing feudalism. 

Lately, I have seen several articles about how the democrat party is on the verge of embracing socialism. Some of the articles view this with alarm; some with amusement. 

Back when I was adolescent and into adulthood, socialism was widely viewed as a slightly lesser evil that communism. Communism was bad because it wasn’t real democracy. It was an oligarchy dressed up like a democracy. And like most oligarchies, it wanted more. What hurt the capitalists was that the more wasn’t money, it was direct power and ground. Socialism was bad because it didn’t want money either, just no oligarchs (or capitalists?) And their evils were construed in monetary form. Because money is the only good in a capitalist environment.

Now, with the democrat party in disarray and the republican party learning how to wear jack boots, there is a lot of unhappiness in the land. Too many people not getting enough money. So one way to solve that problem is to do away with money. 

Nice theory but rather like trying to run a motor without lubricant. Money serves a purpose and that purpose isn’t served if there is no money. Also if too much money is tied up in Scrooge McDuck fortresses. 

The reason the fifties and sixties were good was because there was a drain on those fortresses and the spill-off went into the people’s hands. People could save enough to retire; make their lives more comfortable physically along the way, and afford medical care uniformly for the first time.

And this was evil in the eyes of the oligarch-capitalists. 

What we seem to lose sight of in all the Nuremberg drone of “fake news” is that much of the rest of the world has some form of limited socialism. It’s not a national hippie commune, but a fundamental fabric of citizen support. 

Which, incidentally, is supposed to be why we have government in the first place. To protect and support all citizens. And the citizens are supposed to keep the government honest and on track.

And we seem to have both failed. 

H and H

Seven Day. When the bogs primp and powder themselves and take themselves off to services to fool themselves that they are actually good Christianists.

So they can go back on One Day to their wanted ways of hating and hurting. 

One of the hating and hurting things Southron bogs are most avid about is keeping women as chattel. One of the manifestations of this is preventing women from having any control of their lives or existence. It’s a nasty business. every bit as nasty as the slavery most of these people’s forebears condoned and practiced years ago. And surprisingly, the Yankee rose up and whack that practice down. 

But they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, free the women.

So it is with some admiration that I note that the Irish have freed their women.[Link]

Back when I was a bairn, the common utterances were less guarded than today. People of Color were commonly referred to by one of the “N” words, and women were similarly referred to by a “C” or “W” word. (Spelling skills were considerably better in those days because the schules had teachers who knew and taught. Few had certificates and students generally knew more about basic things. Which seems to indicate that credentials are a form of false entitlement?)

Anyway, the Irish, a people who have been called the rock of Roman Catholicism and credited with saving civilization during the Middle Ages, have voted to permit abortion. I will remind the reader that abortion is one of the highest indications of intelligence, regardless of the decision. It is the epitome of trust in rationality and individual freedom. Which is why it strikes such fear in the hearts of religionists who want to maintain (and extend) their subjugation of other humans.

As I said, back when I was a bairn, language was considerably less guarded. It was common for the man-in-the-street to refer to people, especially disliked, by some epithet associated with their national or cultural heritage. Those of Irish heritage were generally derided as unintelligent by a common misuse of a noun/adjective. 

So it is hope inspiring that these formerly stupid people – at least according to some Southrons – have the intelligence and integrity to empower women. 

Not that there seems much likelihood that today’s Southron Religionist Bogs will become so enlightened. 

In fact, we almost have to pity them. After all, they suffer from a debilitating mental illness that prevents them from engaging in rational thought. Their monopoly of cushy, high paying (relatively) overseer jobs has been seriously damaged by former slaves and impudent, unsubmissive women. Just inquiring what causes their manic insecurity is death risking. 

In honesty, if I knew myself to be part of the rotting lees of humanity’s civilization, I would be ill tempered and evil too. And grasping very hard to drag down those who made me low.


I have long conjectured that the reason Amerikan srtudents are ignernt is because their teechers have degrees in Education.

IOW, they know very well how to teach but know nothing to teach.

This has now been confirmed by real academics [Link] It seems that if students are taught by people who know something but not so much how to teach, they learn more than if they are taught by people who know how to teach but have no content to impart.

Gee. That was the way schules were when I was a bairn. All the good teachers lacked certificates; the bad teachers had them.

So when will the system change?

Never is my conjecture. 

Unspeakable Alabama Tyranny

It seems that the senior senator from Alibam has once more outed himself as a flaming Nazi.[Link] He voted AGAINST the continuation of Net Neutrality.

I am sure he will pour forth all sorts of erudite lies justifying his position but fundamentally it comes down to not giving a d**n about his constituents.

Happily he is coming up for election in two years and can be humbled to the needs of the citizenry rather than his own and his donors’ greed.

No Hill Kings

Seven Day and a bit of tab hawgin’. Which brought me back to an article [Link] entitled “How 250 Siberians Became the First Native Americans.” which is the sort of horrible composition that rather rubs my pelt in the wrong direction – mental or physical.

Point being is that humans are NOT native to the Americas. So calling people who got here before Western Europeans “Native” is bad composition. Ignorance. Prevarication. Politics, maybe. Definitely from the sense of politicians being evil and mean and greedy and nasty.

But over and above the penchant for thieves to want to be elected to government, we have the popular lie that there are “Native Americans.”

Ain’t no such animal.At least, human animal. There are some animals that seem to be native but that’s because they evolved here. And humans didn’t. We all trace back to Africa. Although there is some evidence that some humans did evolve elsewhere, like Neandertals and Denisovians. Maybe. 

But not in the Americas. That’s why they were so pristine. Until the humans of this article, maybe, arrived, the Americas were unspoilt, unpolluted by humans. It’s hard to even conceive but there was a time when Mesopotamia was a garden and not a desert.

My point of this natter is that not only is it stupid to talk about Native Americans – and certainly we humans have a strong claim to being stupid – buy we may also be the enders of life on the planet.

Gee, isn’t that a cheery thought?

So why can’t we plagiarize the Canadians and call them “First Peoples?” Then we can refer to a generation or so from now as “Last Peoples.”

If there is anyone left to write it down.