Category: Opinion

  • What Does This Button Do?

    Well, I’m in love.  No, not with anyone I’ve met online. (Some guy called “Papa” messaged me.  His profile is “Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.”  That’s it, the entire profile. **Slams laptop shut** Eww.)  No, I’m in love with Bruce Dickinson – lead singer of Iron Maiden – as portrayed in his autobiography “What Does This Button Do? ” He’s definitely my new imaginary boyfriend.

    I wasn’t a huge fan of Iron Maiden, but I had friends that were.  I appreciate what talented musicians they are and what a talented singer Dickinson is.  I’m always impressed by how long he can hold a note.  Especially since he runs all over the stage.  The concert videos look like a real workout.  Dickinson is a favorite for vocal coach reaction and analysis videos that make much of his control and technique.

    So, I put Number of the Beast on the stereo, cracked open a can of Trooper, and sat down to read.  It starts slowly and I found the early chapters before he goes to boarding school unclear.  I re-read them a few times and I still find them confusing.  Once he hits boarding school (and it hits back) it’s a great read.

    He attends an incredibly horrible and sadistic boarding school where he is bullied by upperclassmen and beaten by teachers.  He does find a few bright spots.  He loves drama and readily takes to the stage.  He has a great metal working teacher that tells the boys not only will he teach them to make a sword, he’ll teach them to use it.  So, he becomes a fencer.  There is also an art teacher that arranges rock concerts at the school.  Bruce attends the concerts – Wild Turkey and Arthur Brown among others, and they blow his adolescent mind.

    Once reaching university, he joins a band (teaching himself to sing properly from books) and is eventually recruited into Samson, which already had a record contract.  Samson led to an opportunity to audition for Iron Maiden.  The band liked him and he was invited to join once he passed studio checks, hearing tests, eye tests, drug tests and blood tests.  He was happy to learn he was STD free.  He didn’t just join a band, he joined a serious business, and Iron Maiden’s management treated it that way. At an award dinner an American executive tries to chat up Ron Smallwood, their manager, who snaps at him “I’m not in the music business.  I’m in the Iron Fucking Maiden business.”

    The Number of The Beast album was huge.  The tour was extended several times.  While drugs were around and easily available, Iron Maiden mostly stuck to beer, generally after the work was done.  They weren’t just messing around.  They did drink a lot and engage in rock-n-roll shenanigans.  On tour in Japan, he doesn’t like what the constant partying is doing to him and decides to make a change.  He starts bringing his fencing kit with him on tour and training and competing whenever he gets the chance.  Eventually (after changing from right handed to left handed fencing), he represented the UK at the European championships.

    The Iron Maiden machine rolled on, making new albums every year or so and going on tour. Creative differences started to arise and none of his songs made it onto the Somewhere in Time album.  Bruce decides to just be the singer and writes a novel.  It sells, so he writes a second.  Because, why not.

    On the next album, he’s again part of the writing team, but still discontented, probably with his personal life as well.  He mentions that Iron Maiden’s success had changed his living circumstances.  He now had a big house with a pool (because he hates to swim), a fancy garden (because he hates to garden), a tennis court (because he doesn’t play) and he can’t walk to the local pub (because he wants a pint without having to drive) and a fancy garage for the expensive car he never drives.  He thinks a lot about leaving music altogether.

    He doesn’t.  Instead, he makes a solo album, then a second and pursues getting his pilot’s license.  Once the second album is complete, he leaves Iron Maiden.  While pursuing a solo career, he does a concert in Sarajevo during the war.  He writes the screenplay for Chemical Wedding.  Because, why not.

    He gets his pilot’s license and buys a small plane but really wants to fly the big planes.  So he becomes an airline pilot.  He didn’t like the training program, so he writes a study guide and ends up one of the trainers for British Airways.  Because, why not.

    He eventually returns to Iron Maiden and is one of the pilots for Ed Force One – the Iron Maiden plane that they use to tour the world.  Note that the entire time he is working as an airline pilot, he is continuing to tour.  I love the image of him requesting time off to go do a gig.  Oh, and somewhere along the way, he helps make Trooper, the Iron Maiden beer. The last part of the book covers his battle with throat cancer (he’s not impressed with morphine) and return to singing.

    Overall, this book is very focused on his musical career and activities that touch on that.  He leaves out his personal life and much of his entrepreneurial activities.  (He is apparently a big investor in air ships as well as an airline maintenance firm.)  I enjoyed his self-deprecating humor and his discussion of image in rock.  He says he realized early on that he would have to be ‘substantial’ because he wasn’t good at the image part.  As examples, he describes his stage outfit for Samson, which included a custom made, gold lame jock strap to be worn over his pants and his design for his Somewhere in Time tour outfit – an outer space D’Artagnan maybe made from a space lizard.  His descriptions made me giggle.

    I have no doubt that this autobiography is every bit as carefully curated as Billy Idol’s.  I just like the person portrayed much, much better.  What a fascinating, curious, and restless man he is.  I give it five stars for being such an interesting portrait of someone who never stops reinventing himself.

  • A Short Thought On Taxation and Theft

    Tom Woods did a recent show on an article arguing that Taxation was not Theft (link: https://tomwoods.com/ep-1434-taxation-isnt-theft-or-slavery/). I thought it was a rather good episode, however I think Tom misses a point that I would like to add.

    First let’s discuss the argument. I would attribute the argument to the original author, however I’ve seen it made by several socialist thinkers and so I don’t know who made it originally. It has come into vogue on the left as a counter talking point to the “Taxation is Theft” mantra. Here is what they say: Taxation isn’t theft because theft implies taking something from someone who has a moral right to something. They then claim that the poor have a stronger moral right to a wealthy person’s property than the wealthy because we have to weigh in a person’s right to eat, have shelter over a person’s right to their property.

    Tom does a fantastic job on arguing why such thinking is not only morally bankrupt, but also just unworkable. I’ll leave that for him to discuss in his episode. However, what I am going to say is that even on their own terms, that argument does not justify our tax regime.

    First of all this argument would only justify taxing the “rich.” However, our current tax system taxes the poor and wealthy alike. Whether that be gas taxes, sales taxes or FICA taxes, everyone is forced to pay into the system. Now, one could argue that the poorest get more out in direct welfare benefits than they put in, but that is really only true for the poorest group of people. There are plenty of people who would be considered poor that pay into the system rather than get out. Under the argument supplied taxation would not be justified.

    A possible second argument is that everyone but the super wealthy in the country receives more than they put in because of all the services that are granted, things like roads, defense, and grants for studies about global warming’s disproportionate effects on women. To some this may seem plausible. But it is entirely beside the point. The argument to justify taxation as not theft only justifies taxation in the pursuit of redistribution of wealth from rich to poor. If taxation isn’t theft because the rich don’t have a moral right to their food in the face of the plight of the poor, it is theft because the government takes the money that should (according to this argument) go to the poor and instead spends it on something else.

    Now I can understand why this argument isn’t the first one given by Tom (and other libertarians I’ve heard counter it). But I think it is a particularly strong one because it doesn’t let progressives talk out of both sides of their mouth. On one hand they justify taxation by saying the poor have a moral right to the property, but on the other hand they advocate all sorts of spending and taxation schemes that are still not justified by their logic.

    Anyway feel free to tell me I’m wrong.

  • WTF Happened to Science, Part 1: What is Science and What Isn’t It?

    A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.

          • Max Planck

    I’m going to begin with two claims about the state of #science in the United States. I use the hashtag advisedly because one of my assertions is that the majority of what passes for science in the current zeitgeist is generally non-science, or, most charitably, bad conjecture, if we’re properly classifying some of the current crop of pop-culture fads attempting to pass themselves off as real Science (yes, I’m looking at you AGW). To begin with, here are my two claims:

      1. The current state of science in the United States is…unwell. This is not to say that there isn’t some good science being done to which one can point, but the measure of the health of science in any age isn’t simply what things are invented, or what new technologies may be invented or arise that lead to the ease of living of the species. I will take this up in detail below, but for now I make the claim that science in the U.S. is in a deplorable state, due to a confluence of factors that began from within science itself, but spread to other areas, such as the Law, for example, and reinforced the rot that has led us to our current state, which an esteemed scientist and friend of mine calls “the Post-Rational Epoch.” More on him below, as well.
      2. While a direct consequence of #1, it is also a piece of evidence while being its own separate problem, but the odds are that anything you’ve read recently in a mainstream media science piece, no matter how ‘peer reviewed’ it was, is garbage. My estimate is that it’s about 70/30 – in favor of garbage. I’ll back up that claim, as well.

    Before I can properly begin my argument, however, I must first define what I mean by science, as well as a number of related concepts in order that a metric is established by which I can show where things are currently awry, as well as the how and why that happened. So, I’ll leave these here and return to their proof below. Without trying to be pedantic, and in respect to the science knowledge of the Glibertariat, I ask some forbearance on this reiteration of the basics. Blame public education – I do. (See my prior writing on that topic if you’re curious.)

    What is Science?

    It is a methodology for modeling the universe; nothing more, and certainly nothing less. To be more precise, science is the process by which we develop models of the real world with predictive power better than random chance. Science proceeds on an underlying assumption: that there are underlying truths of our material world, of the universe itself, that can be discovered, and modeled, by mankind. In some cases, like Newton’s Law of Gravity, the model can be so powerful, with such mathematical precision, that predictions can be made about the future time, position, and even energy state of bodies on Earth or in space.

    Science is also how you have been understanding the world from the moment your senses turned on and became capable of taking in and processing stimuli. You have been producing models, using heuristics and other cognitive mechanisms, to come to grips with the stunning array of information presented to you, then updating these as more data comes in, confirming some hypotheses, discarding others, modifying yet others, limiting the domain and range of some theories… What we traditionally learned as the scientific method is an articulation of that mental machinery that churns out models of how the world works.

    1. Observe
    2. Ask a question
    3. Develop a testable hypothesis
    4. Experiment – TEST your hypothesis
    5. Analyze the data/results
    6. Conclusion

    This is also an iterative process and can be entered from different points along the path. You may have a simple question that nags at you, or you may have a particularly well-developed theory – as in the case of Einstein’s gravitational waves – but in either case, if you don’t have a testable hypothesis, one that has measurements and criteria for validation, the problem remains. (P.S. it turns out Einstein was correct – it just took 100 years for the equipment to be invented to confirm it). As this example above (hopefully) illustrates, Science does not necessarily yield absolute, universal truth… at least not NOW, or maybe not on the first go-around, which is why we have categories for models. The generally agreed upon definitions are:

      1. Conjecture – An incomplete model, or an analogy to another domain;
      2. Hypothesis – A model based upon all data in its specified domain, with no counterexample, and incorporating a novel prediction that has yet to be validated by facts;
      3. Theory – a hypothesis with at least one non-trivial validating datum;
      4. Law – a theory that has received validation in all possible ramifications, and to known levels of accuracy;

    One scientist, an author on the subject of science, science education, and former two-time chief scientist at Hughes Aircraft Company, has offered the following addenda to the hierarchy above.

    • Rational argument must be the zeroth axiom.
    • Observable evidence must be reduced to measurements—that is, to comparison against a standard.
    • Scientific facts, the foundation of all model building and testing, are measurements with an established accuracy.
    • Science is a branch of knowledge, the objective branch, and ultimately public.
    • The application of science to public policy with unvalidated models is unethical. FN1

    What Science Isn’t

    With this as the foundation upon which we build, it’s evident that the IFL #Science! Crew traffics in something more akin to a religion – scientism, but certainly not science. For example, nowhere in our schema above for science does the word ‘consensus’ appear. For some of us of a certain age, the word ‘consensus’ was never taught in conjunction with science; the word was never spoken in a science classroom. This is  because consensus is not a part of the scientific method and its adoption into #science has a direct correlation to the cheapening of real science. Science cares nothing for votes or popularity; either a model delivers predictions that can be tested and measured, that is validated or not, or it is either (1) an incorrect model, or (2)  isn’t science at all. This is where the popularity of certain ideas, mingled with the need for funding for continued research, can lead to bad outcomes. This is at its worst when popularity includes the government concretization of  ideas. FN2

    In truth, the new #science is the politicization of science, and it is, unfortunately, nothing new. The Lysenkoism of the 1930’s charts its rise quite nicely with the fall to our current state of scientific illiteracy and innumeracy. Science in service to the state is another of the defining characteristics of statist systems of government, such as socialism, communism, fascism, and even corporatism, of which we have more than our share. AGW is simply the newest version of Trofim Lysenko’s politicized science that seeks its answers not in universal truths, but in power and control, in popularity, populism, and the censorship of competing ideas, all of which undermines the very foundations upon which science is built. Science proceeds on the refinement of models, as Einstein slightly narrowed the domain of Newton’s Laws of Motion to more accurately model what happens when the v = velocity in Newton’s equations approaches c, the speed of light. It is easy to forget that was a refinement that was four-hundred years in the making. Or to cast it in a slightly different light, five years before the Puritans started the Salem Witch trials of alleged witches, Isaac Newton published the Principia. Newton’s models withstood four-hundred years of human progress in science and even then, Einstein only narrowed them for a few special classes of objects traveling at light speed.

    Einstein left us with numerous other models, some of which bear his name, on the basis of the profundity of his contributions. The same is true for Otto Warburg: the Warburg effect is what occurs when you drink a radioactive sugar and then have a PET Scan that “lights up” the cancerous tumor cells, as those cells preferentially uptake the glucose over surrounding healthy, non-cancerous cells. FN 3.  It’s why Glenn T. Seaborg had an element of the periodic table named after him, (Seaborgium, Sg – 106), while he was still alive. Seaborg and Edwin McMillan discovered Plutonium and both won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1951.  That line of transuranium elements on the bottom of the periodic table – the actinide series? Seaborg, as well.

    Industrial Science

    In the late 1960’s, a gentleman named Jeff finished his PhD in Engineering from UCLA. Like many of his fellow graduates,  given their interests and multiple degrees in electronics, applied mathematics, applied physics, and communication and information theory, employment was plentiful in the corridor north of Los Angeles that contained the heart of the United States’ burgeoning aerospace/defense industry, chief among them Hughes Aircraft Company. Jeff’s family had a legacy at Hughes and it was no accident that he would spend half of his three decades at Hughes as the Division Chief Scientist for both the Missile Development and Microelectronics Systems Divisions.

    Among the projects to which Jeff contributed significantly was the AWG (pronounced in military slang like it rhymes with dog) Nine (AN/AWG-9) radar. That caught my attention when I learned about it from his son. I was an attack helicopter pilot in the 1990’s, but I grew up keenly interested in American military aviation of the 1980’s. The AWG-9 radar, and the plane that ultimately carried the famous missile guided by it, would be featured in “Top Gun.” The F-14 Tomcat ultimately was what arrived at the end of a long acquisition process to find a fighter-intercepter capable of taking advantage of the standoff distance of both the radar and the vaunted Phoenix missile. While the Iranians claimed to have splashed over 60 Iraqi MiGs with the Phoenix and the AWG-9, the only three ever (admitted to being) fired by U.S. fighters missed their targets.

    Regardless of its record, the chief deterrent effect of it lay in its effect on pilots on the other side of the Cold War. Almost all fixed-wing aircraft, and even some rotary-wing, have devices much like the ones you use in your car to detect police radar. The detectors work in specified frequency bands and detect the radiated electromagnetic energy that is being sent at your car by the cop’s radar gym. In return you get a tone, or a spike, on your detector. The ones in planes are using fundamentally the same principles, but the receivers will give returns for slightly more sophisticated radars, including a strobe for direction and strength of signal, up and including targeting radars, like the kind on missile seeker heads and their radars. These produce the “tone” that is now ubiquitous in modern aviation movies.

    The old adage in dog-fighting is that ‘first in sight wins the fight.’ This is because in dog-fighting, the person in the higher energy state – typically the person at higher altitude – all other things being equal, can translate that extra potential energy into kinetic energy at some decisive point in the fight, usually as airspeed, sufficient to shoot down the opponent. For Soviet-bloc fighters going up against the Tomcat, its radar, and the accompanying Phoenix (AIM-54) missile, it meant getting a tone in our headset and a “lock” signal while you were still flying blind, unable to “see” anything, because that’s what happens when someone else’s radar can “outreach” yours. Hence, regardless of the U.S. record with the Phoenix missile, the AWG-9 likely helped keep the Cold War cold and gave the U.S. air superiority because it could see farther than anything the Russians had.

    The AWG-9 and the accompanying technology for the missile seeker head, the ability for the missile to track multiple targets, to travel at supersonic speeds, and to be able to shunt fuel in turns at 5-6 times the force of gravity, is all Science at an extraordinary level, where getting it wrong means lives lost. Notice also that all of that work was classified top secret or better and therefore not subject to “peer review” or “publication” in a science-y journal; yet the mathematics behind radar is at a level that very few people can understand. Radar is, fundamentally, the ability to distinguish signal from noise among a radar return from, say, 75 nautical miles away… that is a math problem of a very, very high order. And none of that even begins to address the ability of the radar to acquire, track, and target multiple aircraft traveling at high velocities in different directions all intent on doing harm to the person sitting in front of that radar.

    I want to finish this first chapter on Science with a reminder of Science’s truth-seeking function. I also note here that Science is in this aspiration no different than the Law, or Literature, or, more broadly, all of good Art. Good comedy is funny because of how well it presents the Truth – or apparent Truths – typically in an odd or unusual light. Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet was written in the context of 17th century Elizabethan drama, yet it has been remade time and time again, into the Sharks v. the Jets and many other variants. This isn’t because it’s false. Indeed, even Religion would be well included in this list of truth-seeking human endeavors and it serves (perhaps) as a reminder why the IFL #Science crew is so much closer to being a religion than they are to being scientists.

    In the next installment, I will make good on proving the two propositions I began with and trace the history of the degradation of science, from Karl Popper and his colleagues to David Stove to Daubert v. Merrell Dow Pharmaceuticals. Yes, we finally get after the lawyers next time.

    FN 1:    Conjecture, Hypothesis, Theory, Law: The Basis of Rational Argument, by Dr. Jeff Glassman, Ph.D., CrossFit Journal #64, Dec. 1, 2007.

    FN 2: I’ll explore a number of those specific instances in future articles, in order to show how wrong science can go in model-building, but how much worse it is when government becomes involved in choosing which is the “correct” model. This is true  from nutrition guidelines to cancer research, from fitness to hydration, and many more. It’s almost as if the government is completely ignorant of the ‘procedural’ nature of genuine science. For the more cynical, it may be assumed that this is no accident at all, and instead a feature of politicians intentionally picking whatever theory works best for their political purposes, the truth-seeking function of science be damned.

    FN 3: Warburg’s contributions to what might be called biochemistry now, but had no such name during his life, rival Einstein’s in physics. Warburg received the Nobel prize in 1928 for his articulation of the aerobic and anaerobic processes of cellular respiration.

    FN 4: I am aware that various publications list the AWG-9 anywhere from 50-100nm depending upon what one reads and at what classification and when it was published. Suffice it to say that the AWG-9 outdistanced (and thus out-scienced) anything the Russians had during that timeframe.

  • A Pessimistic Assessment

    I think libertarians (and normies of all political persuasions) need to admit to themselves that they have lost the culture wars, and that trying to refight battles over freedom of association, color-blind government and institutions, individualism not tribalism/collectivism, even the priority of objective reality over subjective “truth” is worse than pointless, it is counterproductive.  We can wax nostalgic all we want for a Constitution enforced as written, etc., etc., but that’s all it is – nostalgia.

    Face it:  The crypto-Marxist Left’s long march through the institutions is over.  They won.  The commanding cultural heights belong to them – government, academia, media.  The evolution of Marxism from economic class warfare to identity politics has been a smashing success, to the point where the long march has moved on from the cultural heights to the economic heights.  Key infrastructure businesses are now implementing their agenda – banking, the big data and platform quasi-monopolies, ISPs, and misc. other businesses are purging dissenters not only from the public square, but from the marketplace as well.  They are shooting the survivors, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it, because they have the backing (enthusiastic support?) of the administrative state and judiciary.

    We aren’t going back.  The cultural DNA that formed the foundation of American civil society is being eradicated from the societal gene pool.  The long march has given the Left a massive indoctrination and enforcement regime.  Their hold on the cultural heights is heavily fortified and self-reinforcing.  You can say “oh, its just a small, noisy minority”, but look at the trends: central cultural and government institutions are now under their control, we now have unprecedented support for socialism in this country, agency after agency and business after business are now pushing the Leftist agenda, a major political party is pushing the Leftist agenda, hard, in its Presidential nomination process, and its now non-Leftists, not Leftists, who are reluctant to go public with their beliefs.

    There is no marginal, gradual, incremental reform that can be brought about through rational discourse that will end Leftism.  They ruthlessly police entry into their institutions, so they can’t be subverted from within or even, increasingly, communicated with.  Leftist institutions will have to collapse of their own weight and inherent flaws.   There is no upside, no good reason to engage with the Left and their useful idiots.

    Worse, engaging with the Left only reinforces their tribalist/collectivist mindset. By engaging with them, you confirm to them that there are still dissenters, so that, in their minds, they have enemies, there is an “other” that needs opposing.  This is a key component of their group and individual identities.  They define themselves by who they oppose; their identity is largely negative, not positive.  Engaging with Leftists leads only to escalation and reinforcement of their beliefs.

    Naturally, a form of the NAP applies here.  If attacked by the Left, by all means defend yourself, if the attack merits a response.  If not attacked by the Left, just ignore them.  Disengage.

    We aren’t going to retake the commanding cultural heights until these Leftist institutions collapse on their own.  Unfortunately the damage they will inflict on society when this happens cannot be avoided.  I think you can see the early symptoms of this collapse, at least in academia and the media, but these are old, powerful, wealthy institutions that will persist for a long time.  There’s a lot of ruin in a nation, as they say, and I fear we may just see how much ruin there is in the wealthiest, most powerful nation to ever exist.

    I think non-Leftists have three tasks before them:

    (1)        Figure out how we lost, and how the Left won.  We won’t get anywhere fighting with strategy and tactics that are proven losers.

    (2)        Prepare for the damage the inevitable collapse the Leftist institutions will bring.  They won’t go down easy, and because the Left is inherently negative and oppositional, they will lash out.  Figure out how to avoid/mitigate the damage.  Disengagement, where possible, seems like a no brainer.  Scrubbing your social media (if you don’t just leave), minimizing your participation  in the data cattle industry, avoiding anything to do with academia all seem like good defensive measures.

    Of course, the administrative state is much harder to disengage from.  But make no mistake, the odds are that in most of our lifetimes, the current US government will suffer a catastrophic failure and will be, what’s the phrase?  Oh, yeah, “fundamentally transformed”.

    The cultural glue that held the United States together is being systematically removed, and no replacement is on offer.  Why do you think there is a relentless push for a fragmented, tribalistic, “diverse”, “multicultural” country?  Because the Total State will fill the vacuum left by the absence of a shared culture.  The fundamental transformation may initially be “Everything for the State, nothing outside the State, nothing against the State.”  But I believe their Total State is doomed, that the United States is ungovernable without a significant degree of consent from its citizens.

    (3)        Start developing what will replace the collapsed institutions.  What stands a chance of replacing the collapsed institutions that will be more resistant to the Left’s tribalist/collectivist virus?  What kind of fundamentally transformed society do you want to live in?  Because you will live in one, like it or not.

    As the title says, this is a pessimistic assessment, which comes easily to me.  If anyone wants to put up an optimistic assessment, I would love to have my mind changed.

  • Billy Idol

    Fourteen year old Tulip lurrvvved her some Billy Idol.  Those cheekbones, those eyes, that mouth, the leather and the hair.  Just hearing his voice on the radio could make me wet.  But, after the Rebel Yell album, I moved on.  To real boys (Pete Swenson, mmm, mmm) and other artists: Depeche Mode, Prince, a brief flirtation with Metallica and a longer one with country music.  In fact, I didn’t know he had been in a serious accident until I read the concert brochure about 6 or 7 years ago at a concert at Wolf Trap.  (Dear God, I’m old, I saw Billy Idol at Wolf Trap!)

    It was a great concert; just a bare bones set, but he did all his hits with energy and conviction.  When he first came out, he did a strip tease to lose his white silk shirt and switch to a black leather vest (to match the black leather pants). He is still incredibly sexy.  After the strip tease, he ran out on stage right and posed with a fist pump and flexed his abs for people to take pictures.  After a moment, he ran to stage left and posed and flexed while the flashes went off.  It was a perfect acknowledgment of the nostalgia his concert represented, done with humor.  After the concert was over, I forgot about him again.

    Until…I came across his autobiography “Dancing With Myself”. Apparently, he wrote it without a ghost writer.  Hell, yes, I had to read this!  So, last weekend, I put the “Very Best of Billy Idol” on the stereo and sat down to read it.  It is a great read, but somewhat uneven.  He does a fantastic job of creating a sense of time and place in the early chapters discussing his time in Generation X and first arrival in the U.S.  The best part is getting a sense of what a fan he was – he was so excited to play on stages where he had watched acts.  The discussions about how he wrote the songs and what they meant is fun.  Once he can afford drugs everyday, (I was high and did something stupid), it does become a little boring.

    But, once I finished it, I was left with the conviction that Billy Idol is the greatest performance artist ever.  Better even than Trump.  I mean, he did name the book for his masturbation song, which is hilarious and punk as fuck. When discussing the writing of the song, he never mentions masturbation.  Instead, he says it was based on seeing Japanese teenagers dance with their own reflections.  Uh, huh. Fourteen year old me and my friends knew exactly what that song was about.  So, I’m not convinced that he is a reliable narrator.  I mean,  Billy, we’ve heard the song, and from reading the book, he is too smart for that.  So, again hilarious.

    From the beginning of the book, it’s clear that his goal is to become a rock star.  He mentions watching and discussing performance artists, while perfecting his own performance.  The music that gets him there is secondary, despite the book’s focus on writing the music.  His real goal is to be a rock star.  His first meeting with Steve Stevens focused on what it means to be a rock star and only secondarily on what kind of music he wants to play.

    His ultimate approach though, is to become a parody of a rock star.  His very name – Idol – is all about parodying the idea of a rock star.  And, he has always been a caricature or parody.  The leather, the hair, the first pumping, the sex, the drugs.  It can only be explained as parody.  Don’t believe me? Watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvTaDn03qtQ (preferably with the sound off – any 80s video with the sound off is hilarious).  Not only is he parodying being a rock star, he is parodying himself being a rock star and laughing while he does it.  I mean, c’mon, the cunnilingus thing, the humping Steve Stevens.  Seen that way, this video is an absolutely brilliant performance.  Too bad he bought into his own performance and completely descended into sex, drugs, and rock and roll as if he were a Roman emperor.

    I’ve seen a lot of reviews of this book that talk about how he didn’t hold back and how sensitive it is[1].  My take is different.  My first thought on finishing the book was, “Christ, what an asshole!”  Yes, he’s careful to not throw other people under the bus.  He’s still an asshole.  If, every few pages you detail an example of how you were an asshole, you’re an asshole – drugs or not.  Finally, despite being a brilliant performance artist, I see him as an essentially shallow man who wrote an essentially shallow memoir.

    Fifteen year old Tulip would have given anything to meet Billy Idol.  She would have dropped to her knees and blown him and done anything else he asked.  Such is the power of celebrity and image.  Today’s Tulip looks back and thinks…ick, not enough Lysol in the world. Unless, of course, my view of him as the ultimate performance artist is correct.  Then, I want to smoke a joint with him, and maybe meet  John Lydon[2].

    On my stereo or on a stage, I like him just fine, but I have zero interest in meeting or fucking him.  I give his autobiography 4 out of 5 stars for the fantastic nostalgia trip it gave me and recommend it to any other child of the eighties.

     

     

     

     

    [1]Even a review on Amazon that mentions his respect for women.  Whaaaa???  Did we read the same book?

    [2]Interestingly, there are a lot of people who insist Billy Idol was never punk, just a hanger-on.  Johnny Rotten isn’t one of them.

  • Standard Libertarian Disclaimer Episode 2: EPA

    I think that environmental law is the single biggest issue I “struggle” with when I do thought experiments about the philosophy of libertarianism. How does self- and property ownership interact with the externalities caused by the things that you do pursuant with your ownership of yourself and your property? There are many answers, but the currently implemented one is the EPA.

    [Insert Standard Libertarian Disclaimer Here]

    Everybody has that annoying neighbor. The one who shoots off fireworks at 2am on Thursday April 17th. The one who blows all of the lawn trimmings into your vegetable garden. The one who honks his horn every time he drives past his friend’s house (yeah, I’m looking at you, jackass!). A core competency of government is balancing your annoying neighbor’s habits with your want for peace and quiet. Noise ordinances keep the fireworks to a reasonable hour, trespass laws keep the lawn trimmings out of your food, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be given the keys to the city when I complete my horn-triggered IED.

    One could argue, however, that a well-constructed civil court system may prevent the need for all of these laws and regulations. Between monetary damages and injunctive relief, a civil court could restore me to whole and prevent my annoying neighbor from further annoying me. Tort law has been a hallmark of government for millennia, and its classic application is neighbor v. neighbor.

    I'm glad that Spud and Winston's mom made up

    Great! We’re done! Torts take care of annoying neighbors. On to minarchy!

    Not so fast, my friend!

    There is a genre of annoying neighbor that is downright toxic. Let’s say, for example, that I have a well pulling groundwater from the regional aquifer, and my neighbor’s in-ground heating oil tank leaks heating oil into the aquifer. If the amount of heating oil is enough to spoil the aquifer and make it non-potable, tort law make for an easy, albeit inefficient, resolution to the issue. Neighbor pays everybody who uses the aquifer enough money to get them hooked up to an alternative water source, and voila!  Everybody is restored to whole!

    Oh wait, the neighbor is living in a house still using heating oil in 2019, and the aquifer supplies 15,000 people. Neighbor is judgement proof, and those 15,000 people will not be made whole again.

    Animal in a previous life?

    Not For Sale

    This exposes one of the core issues with the tort system as currently formulated. The default relief from damages is cash money. If, for some reason or another, the cash judgment is insufficient or left unpaid, many people are left damaged by the negligence/recklessness/idiocy of Neighbor.

    I can hear the rejoinder already. In beautiful harmony, a thousand libertarians belt out “Insurance!” There are two issues with that answer, though.

    First, insurance is protection against bearing the full consequences of an injustice. It doesn’t prevent the injustice. Insurance may pay out enough money to tap into the local city’s water system, but it can’t unpollute the aquifer. Insurance still doesn’t make the person whole again, because the insured is paying for the service. Insurance is akin to hanging a portrait over a hole in the drywall. As long as you’re happy with that portrait staying there for the foreseeable future, it’s a decent restoration. However, there’s still a hole in the wall.

    Second, insurance operates on the convenient fiction that everything has an objective value. It’s a fine assumption for commodities and furniture, but it starts to break down when more unique property is involved. The easiest example is life insurance. That’s not an even trade. I’m not gonna off myself for a few hundred thousand dollars. Even if the insurance pays way over the “market value” of unique property (like a family farmhouse), the sentimental value can’t be replaced. Properties that are “not for sale” are not easily compensated for when they are damaged.

    If the aquifer under my “not for sale” 5th generation family homestead is poisoned to the point that there is no convenient way to get potable water to the house, Neighbor has done irreparable, uninsurable harm to me. I may have some of the harm reversed through cash payments, but nothing is going to restore me to being able to live in that house again.

    There are three solutions that come to mind for handling this issue. The first one isn’t all that appealing: tell victims of such environmental harm to suck it up and deal with it. Maybe you can get some traction telling somebody displaced from a sentimental property to get over it and smile about your payday, but this one doesn’t translate well when the damage is to people instead of things. “Suck it up and deal with your 5 year old dying of leukemia” isn’t a winning argument.

    The second option is prevention. There may theoretically be some libertopian way to do this without using government force, but color me skeptical. Unfortunately for libertarians, the two most effective ways to prevent environmental damage are 1) an expansive growth of the use of injunctions by courts; or 2) a regulatory agency (e.g. the EPA). Self-policing doesn’t work. Communities usually don’t even know enough about the issue (because it’s occurring on a company’s private property) to be able to gin up an angry mob in time. Heck, the injunctive power of the court only works if the community knows that the polluter is planning on polluting. Short of a whistleblower giving his/her best Louis Armstrong impression, it’s too late for injunctive relief by the time it ends up in court. That only leaves the regulatory option. Hello EPA!

    The third option is remediation. This is a “sometimes” solution in cases where pollution can be reduced or made inert using chemical or mechanical processes. It’s great when it works, but it’s not all encompassing, and it’s not a substitute for prevention. As they say, “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”

    Don't lick the walls!

    A Wafting Stench of Statistical Significance

    Another issue causes the reactive systems of justice to bind up. Risk factors. In a car accident, for example, it’s pretty easy to prove that Neighbor swerved out of his lane, causing his car to impact my car, causing me to smack my head into the steering wheel, breaking my nose. It doesn’t always work that way with environmental contaminants. To take an obvious case, not everybody got cancer in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. However, epidemiological surveys show a massive uptick in the amount of certain cancers and birth defects.

    Exactly how much is a 3x elevated risk of leukemia worth in Benjamins? Can you even say that it was caused by environmental contaminant X if somebody gets lung disease after being exposed to it? Again, the reactive system of justice fails when these unique harms are merely compensated ex post facto with greenbacks.

    Libertarians apply the NAP in situations where somebody employs force, fraud, or coercion, but it may be appropriate to expand that to “risk” as well. It’s a bit of a blurry line, and it’s rife with totalitarian pitfalls, but risk is just diluted force, and the pollution itself is a form of force and/or coercion. Much like celebratory gunfire, the lack of a guaranteed harm doesn’t prevent the community from proactively stopping behavior that presents a high risk to others.

    The EPA may be a bloated monstrosity these days, but the preventative justice it affords to the community is a unique form of protection for land, life, and limb that would otherwise be sacrificed to short-sighted and irresponsible polluters.

    [/SLDs]

  • I Can’t Get No….

    A local politician decided to take action against a Facebook user that criticized her on Facebook.  It resulted in the local politician researching the Facebook user, finding out where he works, calling his HR, and informing them of their employee’s actions on Facebook.  She just wanted an apology….

    Seriously, here’s a link.  It’s a tough choice in determining who to hate more, a guy shitposting on Facebook, or the politician that appears to be trying to get him to lose his job.  No arbitrary abuse of power here…

    This is my review of Highwater Brewing Sugaree Maple Pecan Pie

    Is this the new norm for political discourse?  When did we turn into a bunch of assholes?  This is not that kind of article where I lecture you about proper discourse, or a plea for civility in political discussions, I promise you.  I am here to present a solution:

     

    Dueling.

    “Your mother is a nice lady.” “You lie, I demand an apology.” “…I am sorry your mother is a nice lady.”

    I know what six of you are thinking, “doesn’t this violate NAP?”  The rest of you are probably thinking, “Hell Yeah!”  For those six I submit there were indeed rules to dueling.

    Rule 1. The first offense requires the first apology, though the retort may have been more offensive than the insult. Example: A tells B he is impertinent, etc. B retorts that he lies; yet A must make the first apology because he gave the first offense, and then (after one fire) B may explain away the retort by a subsequent apology.

    Rule 2. But if the parties would rather fight on, then after two shots each (but in no case before), B may explain first, and A apologize afterward.

    N.B. The above rules apply to all cases of offenses in retort not of stronger class than the example.

    Rule 3. If a doubt exist who gave the first offense, the decision rests with the seconds; if they won’t decide, or can’t agree, the matter must proceed to two shots, or to a hit, if the challenger require it.

    Rule 4. When the lie direct is the first offense, the aggressor must either beg pardon in express terms; exchange two shots previous to apology; or three shots followed up by explanation; or fire on till a severe hit be received by one party or the other.

    Rule 5. As a blow is strictly prohibited under any circumstances among gentlemen, no verbal apology can be received for such an insult. The alternatives, therefore — the offender handing a cane to the injured party, to be used on his own back, at the same time begging pardon; firing on until one or both are disabled; or exchanging three shots, and then asking pardon without proffer of the cane.

    If swords are used, the parties engage until one is well blooded, disabled, or disarmed; or until, after receiving a wound, and blood being drawn, the aggressor begs pardon.

    N.B. A disarm is considered the same as a disable. The disarmer may (strictly) break his adversary’s sword; but if it be the challenger who is disarmed, it is considered as ungenerous to do so.

    In the case the challenged be disarmed and refuses to ask pardon or atone, he must not be killed, as formerly; but the challenger may lay his own sword on the aggressor’s shoulder, then break the aggressor’s sword and say, “I spare your life!” The challenged can never revive the quarrel — the challenger may.

    Rule 6. If A gives B the lie, and B retorts by a blow (being the two greatest offenses), no reconciliation can take place till after two discharges each, or a severe hit; after which B may beg A’s pardon humbly for the blow and then A may explain simply for the lie; because a blow is never allowable, and the offense of the lie, therefore, merges in it. (See preceding rules.)

    N.B. Challenges for undivulged causes may be reconciled on the ground, after one shot. An explanation or the slightest hit should be sufficient in such cases, because no personal offense transpired.

    Rule 7. But no apology can be received, in any case, after the parties have actually taken ground, without exchange of fires.

    Rule 8. In the above case, no challenger is obliged to divulge his cause of challenge (if private) unless required by the challenged so to do before their meeting.

    Rule 9. All imputations of cheating at play, races, etc., to be considered equivalent to a blow; but may be reconciled after one shot, on admitting their falsehood and begging pardon publicly.

    Rule 10. Any insult to a lady under a gentleman’s care or protection to be considered as, by one degree, a greater offense than if given to the gentleman personally, and to be regulated accordingly.

    Rule 11. Offenses originating or accruing from the support of ladies’ reputations, to be considered as less unjustifiable than any others of the same class, and as admitting of slighter apologies by the aggressor: this to be determined by the circumstances of the case, but always favorable to the lady.

    Rule 12. In simple, unpremeditated recontres with the smallsword, or couteau de chasse, the rule is — first draw, first sheath, unless blood is drawn; then both sheath, and proceed to investigation.

    Rule 13. No dumb shooting or firing in the air is admissible in any case. The challenger ought not to have challenged without receiving offense; and the challenged ought, if he gave offense, to have made an apology before he came on the ground; therefore, children’s play must be dishonorable on one side or the other, and is accordingly prohibited.

    Rule 14. Seconds to be of equal rank in society with the principals they attend, inasmuch as a second may either choose or chance to become a principal, and equality is indispensible.

    Rule 15. Challenges are never to be delivered at night, unless the party to be challenged intend leaving the place of offense before morning; for it is desirable to avoid all hot-headed proceedings.

    Rule 16. The challenged has the right to choose his own weapon, unless the challenger gives his honor he is no swordsman; after which, however, he can decline any second species of weapon proposed by the challenged.

    Rule 17. The challenged chooses his ground; the challenger chooses his distance; the seconds fix the time and terms of firing.

    Rule 18. The seconds load in presence of each other, unless they give their mutual honors they have charged smooth and single, which should be held sufficient.

    Rule 19. Firing may be regulated — first by signal; secondly, by word of command; or thirdly, at pleasure — as may be agreeable to the parties. In the latter case, the parties may fire at their reasonable leisure, but second presents and rests are strictly prohibited.

    Rule 20. In all cases a miss-fire is equivalent to a shot, and a snap or non-cock is to be considered as a miss-fire.

    Rule 21. Seconds are bound to attempt a reconciliation before the meeting takes place, or after sufficient firing or hits, as specified.

    Rule 22. Any wound sufficient to agitate the nerves and necessarily make the hand shake, must end the business for that day.

    Rule 23. If the cause of the meeting be of such a nature that no apology or explanation can or will be received, the challenged takes his ground, and calls on the challenger to proceed as he chooses; in such cases, firing at pleasure is the usual practice, but may be varied by agreement.

    Rule 24. In slight cases, the second hands his principal but one pistol; but in gross cases, two, holding another case ready charged in reserve.

    Rule 25. Where seconds disagree, and resolve to exchange shots themselves, it must be at the same time and at right angles with their principals, thus:

    If with swords, side by side, with five paces interval.

    N.B. All matters and doubts not herein mentioned will be explained and cleared up by application to the committee, who meet alternately at Clonmel and Galway, at the quarter sessions, for that purpose.

    Because there a rules each quarreling party must abide by this appears to be the ideal solution, particularly because both parties enter into the duel voluntarily.  Instead of getting the Shitposter’s employer involved, the Politician simply could demand an apology.  If…more likely when, the Shitposter refused, she could then defend her honor by challenging the Shitposter to a duel.  The American rules appear to have provisions in the event swords are chosen.  Because I can count on one hand the number of people I know that can handle a sword thanks to his medieval sword fighting hobby, I assume most people will choose pistols.

    Furthermore, there would necessarily have to be some kind of referee involved, if nothing else to file the forms with the local courts and probably the Sheriff’s office.  I suggest we keep this modest and not have duels wind up like this:

    ”Swords or pistols.”

    ”Kel-Tec KSG”

    ”…can you at least tell me where to find one?”

    Pistols would need to be kept simple as possible.  In the past, this was easy enough given the prevailing technology at the time meant sister smoothbore, flintlock pistols of various style and caliber.  Heavy triggers, slow ignition, limited practical accuracy, and at least one of duelists having the good sense to chicken out at the last second reduced the likelihood that somebody was going to die.  A modern Glock 17 might be suicidal.  A .22LR, single action revolver might be more prudent.  Why .22?  If I don’t want to get shot with a .22, I sure as hell don’t want to get shot with a .38…

    A referee to ensure adherence to the rules, and provide a witness in the event the duel turns into murder, means the quarrel ends fairly.  I assume only three or four people will necessarily have to die because they called somebody a Nazi over disagreement on an excise tax on soda.  Once this happens, people might choose their words just a little more carefully, or at the very least not attempt to endanger their livelihood because they criticized a politicians actions.  Somebody criticizing your actions comes with the territory of being a politician, and your opinions being expressed on a public forum are subject to interpretation and criticism by the public.  Grow up.

    As for the beer.  This is sweet.  In fact I will go so far as to say it is probably too sweet for Sugarfree.  It is essentially a nut brown ale with a touch of maple, which results in the beer tasting an awful lot like pecan pie, which I happen to like. Highwater Brewing Sugaree Maple Pecan Pie: 2.4/5

     

  • What Are We Reading – May 2019

    It’s the last Friday of the month which means it’s another What Are We Reading. And while the autographed and (concerningly) waterproof print copies of H&H Vol 1: It’s Probably Just a Fart… No, No, It Was Definitely A Trump Election count, keeping up on the latest H&H blog post does not–but it is VERY slimming.

    OMWC

    Of all the Founding Fathers, the least known was the most interesting. Gouverneur Morris had a withered arm from a childhood burn and a wooden leg from a carriage accident, yet still managed to penetrate every vagina that came within reach. He was a brilliant intellectual, a witty conversationalist in several languages, a deep thinker, and wildly undisciplined. Though James Madison generally gets the credit for the Constitution, the actual writing of it was mostly in Morris’s hands. “We The People of the United States…” is pure Morris. Gentleman Revolutionary is Richard Brookheiser’s somewhat brief but eminently readable biography. Morris’s death is somewhat truncated at the end, but I’ll do the spoiler and tell you about it anyway- he dies of an infection caused by his own attempts to remove a urinary blockage by means of reaming his peehole with a whalebone. With no anesthesia, of course. I hope you’re wincing as much as I am.

    Robert Park is a physicist who taught at University of Maryland for many years before becoming Director of Public Information for the American Physical Society. His weekly What’s New columns were “don’t miss” reading for me, and were entertaining, educational, and often infuriating to their targets. Voodoo Science: The Road from Foolishness to Fraud was the first (and better) of his two books summarizing case studies in pseudoscience and junk science for fun and profit. One useful distinction Park wrote about was the difference between pseudoscience and junk science, and of course, Langmuir’s genius essays on pathological science make frequent appearances. Park covers various “free energy” scammers, the idiocy and uselessness of manned spaceflight, TV and news media’s roles in the propagation of ignorance, the use of junk epidemiology by lawyers and NGOs, “quantum healing” health frauds, and even the UFO crazes. Delightful reading.

    SugarFree

    I read Patricia Highsmith‘s delightfully acidic Little Tales of Misogyny, a book of very short short stories about all the different ways women are awful. A lesbian misogynist is not as odd as it may seem. I’ve met a couple here and there. To hate something you desire… one will probably shoot up a Shapes in a few years.

    And I’ve been drawn back into The Devil’s Dictionary for probably dozenth time since reading it in high school. If you are ever sick of feeling good about your fellow humans, Ambrose Bierce will set you straight.

    HANDKERCHIEF, n. A small square of silk or linen, used in various ignoble offices about the face and especially serviceable at funerals to conceal the lack of tears. The handkerchief is of recent invention; our ancestors knew nothing of it and entrusted its duties to the sleeve. Shakspeare’s introducing it into the play of “Othello” is an anachronism: Desdemona dried her nose with her skirt, as Dr. Mary Walker and other reformers have done with their coat-tails in our own day — an evidence that revolutions sometimes go backward.

    THEOSOPHYn. An ancient faith having all the certitude of religion and all the mystery of science. The modern Theosophist holds, with the Buddhists, that we live an incalculable number of times on this earth, in as many several bodies, because one life is not long enough for our complete spiritual development; that is, a single lifetime does not suffice for us to become as wise and good as we choose to wish to become. To be absolutely wise and good — that is perfection; and the Theosophist is so keen-sighted as to have observed that everything desirous of improvement eventually attains perfection. Less competent observers are disposed to except cats, which seem neither wiser nor better than they were last year. The greatest and fattest of recent Theosophists was the late Madame Blavatsky, who had no cat.

    DEMAGOGUE, n. A political opponent.

    mexicansharpshooter

    I read more than children’s books this month.  Today’s entry is An Economist Walks Into A Brothel, by Allison Schrager, Ph.D.  This is one of those books people read at the airport in front of their boss while traveling because it has a vague relation to work.   The title aside, it is pretty interesting.  The first chapter focuses on The Moonlight Bunny Ranch outside of Carson City, NV.  She business model of the brothel is not necessarily selling services but in selling and delivering them in a manner with the least amount of risk.  For example, as ENB pointed out numerous times, sex workers often experience violence due to their existence in a black market.  As a result, the workers pay an insane fee to the brothel, but why?

    The legal brothel removes nearly all of the risk.  The risk to the worker, in the form of violence, being stiffed by their customer (or a dirty cop), and financially.  The workers are tested weekly, reducing the likelihood of disease, which manages the risk for the customer.  Schrager goes on to explain how risk is managed in other industries as well.

    SP

    I’ve had slightly more recreational reading time this month than I have since the relocation. So, I’ve been diving into two mystery series that are set in and around my new hometown.

    Scottsdale is home to The Poisoned Pen bookstore, from which I used to order. It’s fun that it’s just a short hop away (depending on traffic). The store hosts many, many author events, and I’m hoping to get up there to see Brad Thor in late June.

    First up, the Lena Jones mysteries by local author Betty Webb.  I am really enjoying this well-written series. The protagonist is not a cookie cutter PI and the cases are interesting. Jones is based in Scottsdale, a place I have only rarely ventured (see above), but the cases take her beyond the borders of her city. I’m on book 6.

    I’ve also started Jon Talton’s David Mapstone series. I’m on book 3, Dry Heat, written in 2004. My favorite passage so far: “All these SWAT cops in their paramilitary attire, what did this mean for the health of American civil society? Like surveillance cameras everywhere, pre-employment drug tests, and other subtle assaults on the Constitution.”

    The Mapstone books are set in Phoenix proper, with the native Phoenician protagonist having just moved back to his family’s home in the Willo Historic District at the start of the first volume. Mapstone is a PhD historian, formerly a Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office deputy, who is now working as a cold case investigator for MCSO. A nice glimpse of this fast-changing city from a different perspective.

    The library system in Maricopa County is great, with some really terrific resources. I’ve been able to do my casual reading via ebooks from OverDrive. Sorry AMZ.

     

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    Soooooo, I accidentally bought the second book in a series that I wasn’t reading because it was on sale because the plot summary was very similar to the other series by the same author. A.G. Riddle likes his grand genetic conspiracies about human origins. I put away the first two books in the Atlantis Trilogy this month because of some serious sunk-cost fallacy. The books aren’t as bad as some of Brett’s book-club choices, but they aren’t something I’d generally recommend unless you were going to spend time sitting on a very expensive beach and pretend to read while you really watch beautiful people who are having more fun than you walk around in next to nothing, or on an airplane. Currently audio-booking Hiddensee by Gregory Macguire (of Wicked fame), and reading The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters, which has been more charming than I anticipated. I’ll let you know next time (or not).

    Brett L

    Since last I posted here, which I can’t remember how long it has been, I read all of the novels (but not short fiction) in the Expanse series by James SA Corey. The first four or five were great. The sudden appearance of Admiral Thrawn with a super-fleet of alien Star Destroyers I mean, the Martian guy, same plot. Anyhow, good plot. Cool that it took about three books just to set up the main plot. I kind of wish they hadn’t unleashed partial/potential immortality on their universe (Corey is the pen name of a duo), but there is some great space opera along the way. I also read the first two installments of Mark Lawrence’s Impossible Times series. I really loved the Jorg/Red Queen universe. I’ve been so-so on his Nona Grey books. Impossible Times is set in 1986 England where a teenager who’s just finishing leukemia chemotherapy meets his future self, who tells him they invent time travel to save a girl young he just met from brain damage. This young man (Nick) happens to be the son of a math prodigy who strolled in front of a bus. His only resources are his D&D group that happens to include the popular scion of a Motorola VP and a different young athlete. The plot of the first book is entertaining, but the way time travel is set up, it is a foregone conclusion that everything had to happen that way. Also, there’s a random young psychopath who exists only to add constraint and difficulty to the mission. The second book is more of a mess. Both are eminently readable, but feel lots of shortcuts are taken.

    JW

    All I been readin’ is the Bible. But not that fake Bible all the rest of you have been fooled by. I only read my Grandpappy’s Bible. He went thru and cut out all the parts about forgiveness. Grandpappy’s God is a vengeful God and you will all pay in blood for your wickedness.

    Riven

    One of these days, I’m going to finish Crucial Conversations. As I said last month, it’s been pretty helpful for me, professionally. It’s a short book and it should not be taking me so long, but I guess I just haven’t had time. I do, at least, have my next book lined up: Great Minds Speak to You. This was a gift from my sister for my birthday last month. It’s not something I would have picked out for myself, but it takes all kinds, doesn’t it? The version she got me comes with an audio CD, as well… just in case you really want them to speak to you, I suppose. I’m not really sure what to think of it, but I’ll give it a shot when I have some time. I notice that “A Course in Miracles” is a purchase suggestion, based on my interest in Great Minds Speak to You. Maybe you’re not familiar with that book, but it was a favorite of my father’s in the last decade or so. Hm. Seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree at all, does it?

  • Standard Libertarian Disclaimer – Episode 1: Universal Basic Income

     

    This is the first of what will hopefully be a multi-part series, written by a number of different writers, in which the author attempts to do the best job of writing a piece in favor of a policy he does not support.  Then everyone can tell him why it is a freaking bad idea in the comments.

    With that said, lets get started by turning on our

    [standard libertarian disclaimer]

    I am going to start by describing what I think is the best possible Universal Basic Income (UBI) plan, how it would work, what it would cost, and what benefits it would provide.  This will be a pure plan.  Then, because of one part that I think is too far outside the Overton Window, I will discuss an alternative, more politically feasible plan, that is not as good but would converge with the pure plan with time.

    The basic goal of the UBI is to eliminate poverty once and for all.  In order to do that, every American citizen [side note:  I am generally an open borders guy, but if you are just a resident let your home country send you a check] would receive a monthly check.  Each adult (18+) would receive $1040 per month.  Each child would receive $370.  This is based on the 2019 federal poverty guidelines with the adjustment that each adult gets the full amount for a single person household to avoid marriage penalties and the like.  The amount of the check would adjust with inflation each year.

    Thus, we have eliminated poverty among US citizens.  Everyone gets a check that gets them above the poverty line.

    The second part of the plan is to eliminate ALL transfer payments made by the federal government.  There would be no more welfare, no more agricultural subsidies, no more WIC, no more social security payments, no more aid to foreign governments, etc.  The government would still be spending a ton of money, but it would be on military and infrastructure and health care (Medicare, Medicaid and VA – I excluded them from transfer payments but an argument can be made for them being cut too) and other things that while maybe not entirely supported by Article I, Section 8, aren’t too far outside the realm of government services.

    At this point, using a back of envelope calculation I did sometime in the recent past, you can pay for the UBI and balance the budget (well, maybe, I think to get it fully in balance requires some cutting of military spending, which would be a good thing) with a flat tax on all income at 35%.  That seems high, and is, but it works out that due to the check, a family of four isn’t a net taxpayer unless their income exceeds about $97,000 ($96,685.71 to be exact).  Also, the elimination of social security means that the FICA tax has been reduced from 15.3% to 2.9% (Medicare portion).

    Benefits not yet mentioned:

    • Lots of unemployed federal employees.
    • Easier tax form, just a flat 35%, no deductions.
    • The debt owed to the Social Security Trust Fund evaporates overnight.

    That is the purest form.  However, that just reduced a lot of people living on a $3000 a month social security check to poverty level, now living on $1040.  This won’t fly.

    It sucks, but we have to keep SS around for a while.  The alternate plan would end Social Security slowly.  All SS credits earned prior to the start of the UBI would be paid under the current schedule, but you could not earn any more.  For those retired, nothing would change.  Those retiring in the future would get a reduced SS payment depending on credits already earned, so those close to retirement might not notice a difference but those 10 to 20 years away would notice, and those 40 years away would basically not ever receive SS.  I would slowly over time reduce the 12.4% Social Security tax.  If it works out (I don’t know the math on this), maybe by .2% per year so that it is gone in 62 years.

    A few generations down the road, SS would be gone and it would be the same as the original plan.

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    Destroy this idea in the comments.

  • Let’s defend a Nazi

    I seem to struck a nerve with my intransigence over Game of Thrones.  So I guess I might as well pick on another item of social significance.

    This is my review of Four Peaks Xerocole IPA

    Okay I am kidding.  Seinfeld isn’t a terrible show, but I do agree with the opinion the humor and plotlines of many episodes can be a bit dated from time to time.  There are however, certain episodes that will stand up as well as any.  One such example is Season 7, Episode 6:  The Soup Nazi.

    Seriously, this episode is way better than the episode of M*A*S*H* where the Korean lady suffocates a chicken.

    I will cover the main points for context but if you want to check out the entire script here’s a link, or I am sure you can look around the internet and find the episode somewhere.  It begins where the sociopaths Jerry, Elaine, and George are discussing which movie theater they would like to visit when Jerry suggests one in particular because it is near a place that sells soup. In spite of Elaine’s preference for a burger at that time, Jerry continues to rave about the place but there is one caveat:

    ELAINE: Boy, I’m in the mood for a cheeseburger.

    JERRY: No. We gotta go to the soup place.

    ELAINE: What soup place?

    GEORGE: Oh, there’s a soup stand, Kramer’s been going there.

    JERRY: He’s always raving. I finally got a chance to go there the other day, and I tell you this, you will be stunned.

    ELAINE: Stunned by soup?

    JERRY: You can’t eat this soup standing up, your knees buckle.

    ELAINE: Huh. All right. Come on.

    JERRY: There’s only one caveat — the guy who runs the place is a little temperamental, especially about the ordering procedure. He’s secretly referred to as the Soup Nazi.

    The ordering procedure; here is where I defend the Soup Nazi.  There are a number of places in nearly any city that has a particular procedure one must follow to order.  The pizza joint I frequently patronize doesn’t take names for phone orders, they give you an order number and expect you to give it to them when you pick it up.  Many even developed a jargon to ordering.  Some of these places might be stricter than others when asking to adhere to such places but I will give a few examples, feel free to point out others.

    • In-N-Out Burger.  They only have a few items on their menu, but they actually have a “sort of Secret Menu” on their website, that should you go up to any In-N-Out and ask for an item off this menu, they will be more than happy to make it.  Then there is this.  I am not endorsing In-N-Out.  I personally don’t think it’s that great, and honestly no fast food burger really is.
    • Geno’s (Philadelphia).  There’s a lingo to ordering a cheesesteak.  Should you find yourself there and don’t want to look like moron and subject yourself to Philly’s signature hospitality, they explain how on their website.
    • Starbucks.  There really isn’t anything unusual about ordering here, but I think this is more of a principled stand against something that often manifests itself at a Starbucks.  If there is a line with 20 people in it, know what the hell you are ordering BEFORE you arrive at the counter.  It’s just coffee, there’s nothing abnormal about it, and if what you want is one of their coffee cocktail…things, the menu has a decent enough explanation of what’s in it to know by the time you get to the counter.  It’s a common courtesy that I hope doesn’t have to be mentioned here.

    It is in this spirit the Soup Nazi had his ordering procedure.  For further background, this episode is actually based on a real place, and the Soup Nazi is a real person, who recently filed for bankruptcy.  As you might be able to see from the photo from the featured image, it isn’t a large venue.  The ordering procedure the Soup Nazi requested is primarily meant to keep the line moving.  As Jerry explains:

    JERRY: All right. As you walk in the place move immediately to your right. […] The main thing is to keep the line moving.

    GEORGE: All right. So, you hold out your money, speak your soup in a loud, clear voice, step to the left and receive.

    JERRY: Right. It’s very important not to embellish on your order. No extraneous comments. No questions. No compliments.

    That’s it.  That’s his requirements.  The instances where the Soup Nazi throws the main characters out of the shop is where they interrupt the flow of the line.  George gets his soup taken away over his complaint he didn’t get any bread.  Before it is pointed out this is a legitimate complaint–it is, however he did get his money back and the next time they gave him bread with his order.  Elaine was tossed out because she took forever to order, and tried to make small talk with the Soup Nazi (“Did anyone ever tell you, you look like Al Pacino…WHOOAH”).  Later she went in to thank him for a piece of furniture, which angered him because he didn’t think Kramer was going to give it to somebody so eagerly willing to aggravate him and interrupt the line of customers…again.  Another was kicked out because he tried to be cute and order partially in Spanish; the Soup Nazi might have just been a dick there.

    Supposedly the actual owner of the Soupman was offended by the entire episode, and upon recognizing them, threw out Jerry Seinfeld and the rest of the cast when they visited.  He…also tried in vain to not pay federal taxes, hence filing Chapter 13.

    Does this really sound like somebody we should hate?  I contend he is not.  This is nothing more than an entrepreneur that has a extremely desirable product, but limited capacity for space to deliver his product.  His simple demands to keep the line moving are met with such contempt, Elaine’s only recourse is to publish his secret recopies and ruin his business.

    Now the beer in question is a local beer, and one I plan to sent to my BIF recipient, regardless of his distaste for IPA…. it was released earlier this month and went straight to tall can territory.  It does have a dry, biting IPA flavor we all love to hate, but it is also reasonably light and refreshing.  Before it is pointed out this is a contradiction–it is, however even I have purchased this on more than one occasion so it isn’t too bad.  Four Peaks Xerocole IPA: 3.0/5