No gym today. It’s a holy day. Labor Day, which is supposed to be a glorification of the working man – as opposed to the coupon clipper or the candidate for chief executive – and, of course, the union, now seriously enfeebled. On most holy days I am disgruntled that the gym is closed because IMHO it should be open. This is one of the few holy days that I don’t feel that way although I am conflicted. I can honestly admit that I don’t think the folks who work at gym work very hard and it seems as if they go to extreme lengths to seek holy days so they can be off, which leads me to entertain the alternate hypothesis that the gym is not a very good place to work.
From what I have observed about the management there, this is a much more plausible hypothesis. I doubt that the management does much more than be psychological cruel but I have scant doubts that they do practice that perversion. But then who wants to waste good management on a gym?
Still labor day is supposed to be the holiday of the common man. Back when I was a bairn it was religiously observed with a parade and festivities and picnics, a last holiday before the resumption of shule. Now, of course, the shule year is longer and the children are less educated (or trained, as the case may be.) And the start is marked by legal scheduling intended to channel funds into the coffers of greedy insiders who prey upon the honest citizens of the coastal region. And, as I mentioned yesterday, the populace – at least the part with spine and chutzpah – studiously find somewhere else, anywhere else, to vacation so as to remind the council of thieves that they are supposed to minimize their theft of the public.
Such reminders need be frequent inasmuch as the thieves in Muntgum have short memories for matters ethical and moral. Sadly, such are more difficult to administer to the national thieves in Washtun. Who apparently have even shorter memories.
Speaking of such, I ran across a rather nice discussion [Link] in Lifehacker of how modern humans (except those out of Africa in the last 15 KY or so) have a mixture of sapiens, neandertal, and denisovian DNA. As I recall from my discussions with animal breeders the two models are basically paradigms of inbreeding and outbreeding.
The humorous part, of course, is that we are all mutts, except for those pure breds who came lately from Africa and have not corrupted their DNA, and that there is probably no way to verify either model conclusively. The former is humorous because of its social component. Only those who have traditionally been looked down upon in Amerika are not byblows. Sadly, this will likely have no impact on the nonsense of racism. Race has long been bankrupted by the scientific community but it is dear to the heart of the Yankee government as a means of controlling the populace. And, of course, there are a few folks who want to wrap themselves in that banner since patriotism is orthogonal to their wants and desires. Somehow, in a way satisfying and simplifying, racism has become like advertising in that one knows when it is emitted, spoken or visually, that it is a lie.
I am reminded of the old saw that first liar cannot win. Sadly, when the lie is congruent with government control policy, first liar can get money and have labor day all the time.
I was also rather taken by this cartoon [Link]
I am rather a fan of James Burke, although I do not always agree with him. Which is inherent to the nature of humans it seems. I was thinking of his book The Axemaker’s Gift and its conclusion that the only way we can survive is to get rid of all the axemakers. I have always considered that impossible because all humans have the axemaker DNA but it has to be excited to come to the fore. So the only way to save the species is to extinguish the species. Shades of Lt. Calley.
I also enjoyed the relevance to the whole bogusness of race as well.