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  • Saturday Morning Heteronormative Links


    Another Saturday, another set of links. And I spent a delightful week dealing with regulatory issues, culminating in an audit finding that the typeface on one boilerplate warning was exactly 3/100″ too small. If I weren’t a libertarian before dealing with regulatory agencies (executive branch, I should mention), that would have made me one anyway. The highly-touted deregulation that Trump has supposedly been doing sure isn’t visible here in the trenches- and of course, all our material costs have jumped significantly because of the stupid tariffs. Which I’m sure is part of the 11 dimensional chess plan, right?

    Whatever, I’m not a Team member anyway so I don’t have to rationalize their stupidity. I do, however, need to mention a few birthdays, starting with the monster saxophonist Gerry Mulligan; scientifically correct and politically incorrect biologist James Watson; brilliant comic writer and actor Phil Austin; and great American director (and my cousin) Barry Levinson.

    Let’s get to the news.

     


     

    Man, I so badly have an urge for popcorn…

     

    “Hey, what does this button d….”

     

    Academia produces yet more important and serious research. As a Ravens fan, I approve.

     

    I’m sure Ahmed is a right wing white supremacist.

     

    If a computer simulation says we’re doomed, well, that’s good enough for me.  And on a related note, I’m not even sure where to start with this one. Thank god that the science isn’t politicized.

     

    And clearly, science has spoken.

     

    There are some stories that just can’t help but brighten up your day.

     

    OK, call them discs, they can still be delicious. or terrible, depending on which ones.

     

    The life of an Orioles fan is not an easy one.

     

    Israelis have far wider choices than we do.

     

    It’s nice to find issues where both teachers’ unions and students can find common ground.

     


     

    Old Guy Music time! There’s very few instruments where one can unequivocally name one person as THE best, but the Chapman Stick is one of them. I have an old friend who lives in the area who has one and I’m determined to learn the basics. So I’ve been watching the true master, and here he is covering Hendrix. Acoustically. On a Stick. Fuuuuck.

  • Economics Corner with Paul Krugman and Winston’s Mom

    The column where he admits he was wrong……not.

    So here’s the link boys don’t be shy…

    It’s no secret that Donald Trump has appointed a lot of partisan, unqualified hacks to key policy positions. A few months ago my colleague Gail Collins asked readers to help her select Trump’s worst cabinet member. It was a hard choice, because there were so many qualified applicants.

    The winner, by the way, was Wilbur Ross, the commerce secretary. That looks like an even better call now: Ross’s department has reportedly prepared a report declaring that imports of European cars threaten U.S. national security. This is both ludicrous and dangerous. It gives Trump the right to start a new phase in his trade war that would inflict severe economic damage while alienating our allies — and, as a result, undermine national security.

    So he links to a Politico article that explains the Trump administration is considering levying a 25% tariff on cars imported from Europe.  This is not without consequences but he seems to think Trump is doing it out of sheer lunacy.

    Nah, chances are pretty good it is a play to his base.  Trump cites luxury cars made in Germany, Mercedes-Benz specifically.  Now a tariff on foreign imports might benefit domestic manufacturers, and the workers that build them.  Where do domestic auto companies build cars, again?  Now, Mercedes-Benz has a plant in Alabama because it is already more cost effective for them to build cars here for the North American market.  A tariff is ultimately going to be paid by the consumer which would make a base S-Class ($91,250) something around $114,062.  Can the market sustain that?  Maybe, but I bet they consider retooling and building the S-Class with its big luxurious, leather clad, climate controlled back seat…here in America.  They do that more jobs open up in Alabama, which is smack in the middle of Trump country.

    About Moore: It goes almost without saying that he has been wrong about everything. I don’t mean the occasional bad call, which all of us make. I mean a track record that includes predicting that George W. Bush’s policies would produce a magnificent boom, Barack Obama’s policies would lead to runaway inflation, tax cuts in Kansas would produce a “near immediate” boost to the state’s economy, and much more. And, of course, never an acknowledgment of error or reflection on why he got it wrong.

    Because you have never been wrong, no way no how.  Even where you admit you were wrong, you link a previous article where you link to yet another article where you retract your infamous statement that markets would never recover from Trump’s election.

    So conservatives could, if they wanted, turn for advice to highly partisan economists with at least some idea of what they’re doing. Yet these economists, despite what often seem like pathetic attempts to curry favor with politicians, are routinely passed over for key positions, which go to almost surreally unqualified figures like Moore or Larry Kudlow, the Trump administration’s chief economist.

    Many people have described the Trump administration as a kakistocracy — rule by the worst — which it is. But it’s also a hackistocracy — rule by the ignorant and incompetent. And in this Trump is just following standard G.O.P. practice.

    Why do hacks rule on the right? It may simply be that a party of apparatchiks feels uncomfortable with people who have any real expertise or independent reputation, no matter how loyal they may seem. After all, you never know when they might take a stand on principle.

    Your syphilis called.  It wants you to know it thinks your genital warts are disgusting.

    Even now — as I can attest from personal interactions — a great majority of those working for the Treasury Department, the State Department and so on are competent, hard-working people trying to do the best they can for their country.

    But as top jobs systematically go to hacks, there is an inevitable process of corrosion. We’re already seeing a degradation of the way our government responds to things like natural disasters. Well, there will be more and bigger disasters ahead. And the people in charge of dealing with those disasters will be the worst of the worst.

    What’s the difference?  This political class is the biggest group of cum-dumpsters I’ve seen in a long time.  Your problem is you’re used them fixing their hair, freshening up, and leading you to believe they at least change their panties between customers.  They don’t.  They are all a bunch of filthy, naked whores, and its better we all see it.

     

  • Friday Afternoon Links

    Hey guys, I’m off to cheer on The Other Kevin if I can make it across Tampa Bay in time. Here’s some probably stale links.

    If history is any indication, this guy just needs 8 US marines and about 500 mercenaries. US citizen leading military advance against Tripoli.

    Looks like Assange’s days are numbered.

    Donald Trump, suuuper-genius. Donny, we’ve got record employment, people are already booming on easy money. Let’s not do anything to make the rocket burn hotter.

    Here’s a feel-good story about the IRS getting its ass handed to it by the lawyers and accountants who protect the richest people’s money.

    There was much talk of chainsaws in the morning links.

  • Q’s Brain Toilet Episode 3: The Tripod of Fun

    ’Twas a dark and stormy night, they were all gathered around the campfire; “tell us a story Q!” they cried.  And the third installment of Q’s Brain Toilet went like this:

    The State of Academic Science

    I’ll start with a disclaimer in that I recognize there are other scientists here and their opinions may be vastly different, I’m speaking strictly from my own experience.  Simply put, overall it’s not good.  This isn’t to say there aren’t people out there doing great work, there definitely are, but while the physical sciences (and to much less of an extent, the life sciences) have been less affected by general campus insanity, they haven’t avoided it completely.  The wokification of campus continues its inexorable creep, transforming every nook and cranny and I fully expect even chemistry and physics departments to be teaching the new gospel of racist gravity or patriarchal stoichiometry in the near future.  You can see it in biology departments with trans-mania; how many biologists might privately hold unwoke opinions about how many genders there are but would never dream of actually making that argument in public?  I’m not even talking research here; I’m talking make an offhand wrongthink comment to someone other than family outside the confines of home.  Even tenured professors seem reluctant to openly hold unorthodox (read: non-Leftist) views on a whole host of ideas that would have been utterly non-controversial 20 or even 10 years ago.  Non-tenured?  Fuggeddaboudit.  SJW mobs, harassment, unemployment and unpersoning await those who dare step out of line.  Couple that with thought policing by grant funding agencies and you have an atmosphere of enforced conformity that goes beyond mere ideology; perception of reality itself must tow the Party lion.  Why bother doing original research at all when the Party tells us everything we need to know?  Taken together with the “publish or perish” philosophy that values quantity over quality, you have a giant circle jerk of researchers publishing papers as quickly as possible all saying the basically same things.  Don’t you dare question root assumptions or work from different premises; that’s racist and don’t you realize the Nazis did that?  Wanna see the future of academic science?  Look to meteorology and despair.  Fortunately for all of us, the major breakthroughs in medicine and technology in the past couple of decades have almost all come from evil profit driven private research anyway.  The campus, as we know it now, I believe will be dead in a couple of generations, and good riddance to it.  The last thing we need is more Lysenkoism.

    Kids These Days and Their Music, Get Off My Lawn!

    This may seem like a trivial or simpleminded conclusion, but I have the answer why modern music always sucks.  Time is a glorious crucible that burns away irrelevancy, and the further you get away from a particular era of music, the more the impurities and bullshit get burned away leaving you with the good stuff.  I may think that the current incarnation of hybrid hip hop/R&B/electronica is intolerable swill, however there are a few songs and artists among the pile of auditory crap that are not half bad.  Perhaps 20 years from now, the ratio of decent/shit will have gone up just due to the fact that “oldies” stations have to try and consolidate an entire era of music in one place.  Naturally, they’d want the best of the best.  As a late Gen X child of the 90’s, I have always greatly enjoyed grunge, but even at the time there was a fair amount of crappiness.  Now, however, if I listen to the Lithium channel on Sirius, it’s all only the best stuff, the crap jettisoned.  But no Ariana Grande.  Ever.  Self-important tweeny boppers that sing like a bag of cats set on fire should be exiled to South Georgia Island.

    Advertising, Media, Outrage Porn and Despair

    Apologies in advance to any Glibs that may work in the advertising industry, but my personal opinion is that, next to public employee leech-hood, advertising is the most immoral of all industries.  Classically, advertising is about informing potential customers about the virtues of a particular product and trying to convince them to buy said product.  Simple enough.  However, what’s the one biggest motivator for human behavior; bigger than morality, logic, sex, even basic needs like hunger and thirst?  Fear.  Advertising is about fear.  You have to make people scared to not buy your product.  Scared that they’ll be miserable without it, that there is some gaping deficit in their lives without it.  That’s the most effective advertising there is and, if done properly, it is damn effective.  As the art of the ad has gotten more and more sophisticated over the decades/centuries, it would only be natural for other industries to pick it up.  The news media has been at it for a long time; so much so that it’s a joke.  “Welcome to local news on channel 4.  This common household product is something everyone uses all the time.  But it’s probably killing you.  Stay tuned after this break to learn more.”  Look at the dysphoric TDS-gasms endlessly being peristalsed on our collective faces by corporate media.  Sure the journalists are lunatics, but man do their hysterics get them eyeballs.  Trump singlehandedly saved the New York Times.  If Shrillary had been elected, they’d probably already be digital only.

    That’s why I think SJW virtue signaling is driven much more by fear than by the delicious frubbles of self-righteous indignation.  The self-righteousness is a nice bonus and gives the troo bleevurs the little dopamine shots their barren and wasted lives depend on, but fear is the true motivator.  Fear of how others might perceive them, fear of saying the wrong thing, fear of ending up in the outgroup; after all what’s “virtue signaling” if not advertising?  It’s right there in the name; “signaling”!  As anyone whose life is completely driven by “keeping up with the Joneses” their existence is that of a desperate, empty husk deeply in Kierkegaardian despair.  All style, no substance; just endless advertising the existence of a soul that isn’t there.

    NB: I may think advertising is immoral, but I love it.  For one, it’s a natural outgrowth of capitalism; can’t have one without the other.  Further, it’s very instructive and character-building to learn that self actualization can’t be bought and that skepticism is vital to a healthy existence.  Caveat emptor is one of the most important lessons anyone can learn, and it doesn’t apply only to advertising.  To that end, thank you advertisers for helping make the beauty of capitalism function and for teaching me important life skillz.  

    FIN.

    This is Q, signing off.  Remember kids, don’t stay in school, it’s dumbed-down government indoctrination. And c’mon people, why would you neuter your pets?  Let poor fido keep his balls!  How would YOU feel if our alien overlords decided they needed to keep their stray human numbers down and started spaying and neutering like crazy?  I don’t think you’d be very happy!

     

  • ZARDOZ FRIDAY MORNING LINKS

    TOO MUCH BOURBON, OR REFUSING TO GO TO SECOND LEVEL?

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. THE BANJOED CHOSEN ONE REQUIRES A BREAK THIS DAY. CHASING AROUND THREE YOUNG CHOSEN ONES IS WEARYING. ZARDOZ HAS STEPPED … FLOWN IN, TO HELP. THEREFOR, RECEIVE THE GIFT OF THE LINK – GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

    1. THE BRUTAL CITY OF CHICAGO CONTINUES ITS FEUD WITH THE H8 CRIME HOAXER. THIS IS ONE OF THE OCCASIONS THAT ZARDOZ WISHES HE COULD CONSUME POPCORN.
    2. CONFESS, CHOSEN ONES – WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS THIS? ZARDOZ EXPECTS HIGH QUALITY SNARK FROM HIS CHOSEN ONES ON THIS LINK.
    3. WEAKLINGS. JUST LEAVE ALREADY. ZARDOZ WOULD HAVE SIMPLY HAD THE BRUTAL EXTERMINATORS CLEANSE THE EU COUNCIL.
    4. …AND THE CHOSEN ONES THOUGHT THE POLITICS IN THE LAND OF THE HAT AND THE HAIR WERE STRANGE.

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

    I AM ARTHUR FRAYN, AND I APPROVE OF THESE LINKS.
  • Thursday Afternoon Links

    Just kidding, what’s the point?

    Have a song.

  • The Trial of CPRM – Tape One

    These are TRUE stories with the framing device as if my stories were used against me in the court of law. (Names have been changed to protect me)

  • Thursday Morning Links

    Good morning my Glibs and Gliberinas!  And what a glorious morning it is for everyone including Russia Truthers as The New York Times is giving them hope with this article.  In the end, it makes no difference anyway what the actual report says, they’ll see what they want to see.

     

    Meanwhile, the exposure of the intelligence community’s malfeasance is starting to be dripped out.

     

    14 year old boy found wandering Kentucky claims to be a boy who disappeared 7 years ago.

    Have you accepted the government as your Lord and Savior?

     

    Crazy Eyes acting tough with her retarded fan base on Twitter by having imaginary conversations with Trump.  The man has been audited every year.  Like most things Trump, I can’t imagine after all this time anything seriously damaging having not been revealed yet.

     

    If I owned any Boeing stock, I’d be selling it.

     

    Was Casimir Pulaski actually a chick?

     

     

     

    Man slaughters and butchers neighbor’s pet pig for no apparent reason.

     

    That’s all I got for today.  I’ll leave you with a song and move along with my day.

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    Happy Wednesday, y’all. Or as I like to call it: Five hours of meeting day. Don’t worry, my team still expects eight hours of productive work, so… I guess we’re all going to be disappointed at the end of the day. How the heck are each and every one of YOU?

    Someone has figured out regulatory capture and its negative effects.

    Me and Gizmodo agree 100% on this. Bitcoin is entirely manipulated and worthless as a wealth store or inflation hedge.

    Hey guys, big surprise, the government-backed Space Launch System is basically still vaporware, but Elon Musk’s rocket might save the day.

    Anyone got a CRISPR machine I could borrow?

    Here’s a little something for when the edibles kick in.

     

  • The Hat and The Hair: Episode 116

     

    “What is he tweeting? What is he tweeting?” the hat asked the jizzal void of the tunnel system under Washington, DC.

    The hair grumbled noncommittally over the whine of the electric scooter he was driving. The lights were out in the current section of Kennedy fuck tunnels they were investigating and he was barely creeping along.

    “Why isn’t there a signal?” the hat wailed.

    “Maybe you should have stayed behind,” the hair offered.

    “Donald insisted I come with you,” the hat said morosely.

    “Well, you’ve certainly been a huge help,” the hat said.

    “Yuge help. Yuge,” the hat said absently. “Is there a USB port on this scooter thing? My battery is dying.”

    “I don’t see one,” the hair said, not taking a look.

    “Did you take a look for one?”

    “Of course I did.”

    The hat snorted in disgust.

    “I’m sure Donald is fine. Some tweets about Mueller. No collusion, blah blah blah,” the hair said.

    “I’m worried that he might be trolling on the McDonald’s feed again,” the hat said. “Remember that flame war he got in over the McLean?”

    “He’s probably just obsessively checking the McRib Locator site.”

    A low guttural moan echoed through the tunnel and the hair let the scooter glide to a halt.

    “What was that?” the hat asked.

    “How should I know?” the hair asked. “Fucking creepy as fuck though.”

    “I did it come from ahead of us or behind?” The hat turned on the flashlight on his cellphone. The light barely penetrated a few feet in front of them before being swallowed by the dark. The hat turned it off with a snort of disgust.

    “Shh,” the hair shushed.

    “What? What is it?” the hat asked.

    “Be quiet. I think I hear something.”

    They both strained to listen. Water dripping. Far-off churning of machinery. The stale exhale of one of the grimy air vents set into the ceiling. The hair was about to speak when he heard the soft shuffle of feet.

    “Did you hear that?” the hat asked.

    “Yes, of course, I heard that,” the hair replied in an urgent whisper.

    “Ruh-roh, Raggy,” the hat whispered. The hair reached back with a tendril and slapped at him.

    “I’m going to keep going,” the hair whispered back and started the scooter forward.

    “Wanafud?” a voice behind them asked and they both yelped in terror.

    “Go!” the hat said. “Go go go go go go go go go go go!”

    The hair twisted the throttle as far as it would go and the scooter sped up a little.

    “Wanafud?” asked the voice again.

    “It’s coming, it’s coming,” the hat screamed. “Open her up.”

    “That’s what she…” the hat began before scooter ran into a low wall that had been built across the tunnel.

    The hat and the hair shot over the barrier and landed, tumbling, on the other side.

    “Are you alright?” the hair asked when they stopped.

    “Ugh,” the hat replied.

    “Wanafud?” they heard again, close enough for them to tell it was back behind them, beyond the scooter.

    “It will be here any minute!” the hair squealed.

    “Wanafud?” asked a voice ahead of them and they both groaned.

    “We’re surrounded!” the hair exclaimed.

    As the shuffling steps grew louder, the hat checked his phone again for a signal. The screen came on briefly through a thick webbing of cracks. “No signal, of course.”

    “Donald will come looking for us when we don’t come back,” the hair said.

    The hat’s laughter was high and piercing in the tunnel. After he stopped, from before them and behind them, “Wanafud?” was said in near unison.

    “Whatever happens, I just want to say,” the hat said calmly to the hair. “Fuck Donald, fuck Gerald Ford’s Probably Non-Existent Gold and, and most of all, fuck you.”

     

    Check back next week for Part Three: The Hat and The Hair vs. The S.T.U.D.s