Breathed There a Tyrant Who Did Not Claim Democracy?

Hi there!

Hi there!

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your mind it will creep

It starts when you’re always afraid

Step out of line, the man come and take you away.

If the threat is accurately assessed, can it be considered paranoia?

Bookworm has a solid rant about how the IRS Scandal is the worst Scandal in US Political history. The argument is thus:

Because you, the People, became the targets of a comprehensive federal government effort to stifle dissent, one made using the government’s overwhelming and disproportionate policing and taxing powers.

All of the other scandals, going back to Andrew Johnson’s post-Civil War scandals, Warren G. Harding’s 1920s Teapot Dome scandal, Nixon’s Watergate, Reagan’s Iran-Contra, and Clinton’s Oval Office sexcapades have actually been narrowly focused acts of cronyism, garden-variety political chicanery, or personal failings. It’s been insider stuff.

The IRS scandal, by contrast, is a direct attack on the American people.

And that’s why the left’s spin is functionally irrelevant. It doesn’t matter if this is just a few rogue agents in Ohio (which it isn’t); it doesn’t matter if Obama personally gave the order or not (although I’d still like to know). Regardless, it means that hostile, tyrannical elements exist within what is arguably the most powerful agency in the federal government. Or, as James Taranto puts it:

As we wrote Friday, this will be a scandal like Watergate if it turns out that the IRS was acting under orders from Barack Obama or Valerie Jarrett. If the White House’s conduct turns out to be unimpeachable, then it is something far worse: a sign that the government itself has become a threat to the Constitution.

Let’s put the shoe on the other foot for a moment, for once not so that we can point out the hypocrisy of the Left (because, duh). Let’s imagine the IRS, at the behest of a Republican Administration, singling out progressive groups for extra scrutiny, denying their applications, demanding to pick through their activities with a fine-toothed comb. Is this a plus for democracy? Is this what the common citizen, left or right, wants to see happen?

Of course not. This is not democracy as anyone in this country understands it. This is a depraved, decadent political class, having long ago convinced itself that winning justified everything, reasonably concluding that its current dominance justifies itself. Democracy will be whatever our masters in Washington tell us it is, and when they offer us a jug-eared, self-besotted  nincompoop and say “Behold the Superman!” we damn well better clamor him most clamoringly.

Or else.

Bombshell: Not just Rosen; A livid Megyn Kelly reports more at Fox News targeted by DOJ; Update: Fox statement; Update: Video

Reblogged from Twitchy:

Whoa.

Drip, drip, drip.

Megyn Kelly is reporting that it was not just James Rosen who was targeted by Obama's Department of Justice.

https://twitter.com/BrianFaughnan/status/336526996282687490

https://twitter.com/johnnydollar01/status/336527078755287040

https://twitter.com/andylancaster/status/336527843674710016

Evidently, two reporters, including James Rosen, and a producer were targeted.

https://twitter.com/BrianFaughnan/status/336527326508630017

https://twitter.com/BrianFaughnan/status/336527539235344385

https://twitter.com/Bird_song555/status/336527761306968064

https://twitter.com/ProudoftheUSA/status/336527543891017729

https://twitter.com/HUB1981/status/336528710251454464

https://twitter.com/ProudoftheUSA/status/336528254095728641

https://twitter.com/SageChemist16/status/336530327197585409

This truly is beyond chilling.

https://twitter.com/CDMiller1/status/336528546505830405

Kelly is outraged and rightly so.

https://twitter.com/TheBlakeElliott/status/336527797617053696

https://twitter.com/AaronWorthing/status/336527414190555137

https://twitter.com/debitking/status/336528751494066177…

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To Lulu or To CreateSpace?

How recently would that question have made no sense at all?

Having played around a bit with Amazon’s CreateSpace service (Those books on the sidebar: They’re mine, I swearsies), I find it functional, intuitive, and free. Zero complaints about how the system works or how Amazon pays out. Yeah, you don’t make tons of money, thanks, everyone who’s ever tried to be an author. If you want to see your name on a book cover, they will take care of that for you and even throw some royalties your way. I haven’t heard that Random House does differently.

But I’m not the kind of guy who never wonders whether that turf on the obverse of the palisade is indeed more verdant. I bought the Wife a Nook HD+ for Mother’s Day, even though we’re an Amazon/Apple family, as much to check out a different platform as because of the sale. Since self-publishing had the Stigma Removed, I have looked about at all manner of publishing sites. Smashwords seems altogether too “YEAH! PUBLISHING!” But Lulu.com and I have had a long online flirtation. I like the aesthetics of the place, the cornocopia of services, the lure of publishing a HARDCOVER BOOK (that’s right, Millenials: Generation X still reads books printed on Paper, because we’re old).

The only thing that’s held me back is the suspicion that to really get anything that looks like a saleable book, I’m going to have to plunk down a not inconsiderable amount of money. One thing CreateSpace does is offer up a free library of images to help you design a cover: I’ve used that, and I’ve used my own images. Lulu only seems to offer a set of Modern Library-esque texture covers for free (and, of course, anything you own the rights too). Which, for certain monographs, wouldn’t be bad, but not for the sort of books I have in mind.

It’s something to wrack the brain about.

TROLOLOLOLOLOL

It's been a while. It feels good.

It’s been a while. It feels good.

C.S. Lewis once wrote:

Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one’s first feeling “Thank God, even they aren’t quite so bad as that,” or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies as bad as possible? If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils.

I suppose I could take this as a tonic not to get too excited by the ongoing SCANDALPALOOZA. If this turns out to be less than we’ve imagined, that will be good, right? If Obama really is schocked and offended by what the IRS was doing, and takes  steps to prevent its future ocurrence, that will be a bonus for everyone, yes?

I must admit this. But I also must admit — because it is true — that I deeply enjoy watching my ideological opponents fail. I enjoyed watching Obama run like a frightened squirrel from the podium after promising us that he was like, REALLY MAD, YOU GUYS! I’M SERIOUSLY! It was fun seeing Eric Holder be all “DURR, WHAT ARE CELL PHONES?“ I really dont’ mind watching Jon Stewart losing his temper and realizing the epic truth that the right have been promulgating for decades:

In a few short weeks, you’ve convinced people that when it wants to do some good, Government managerial competence is somewhere between David Brent and a cat chasing a laser pointer. But when Government wants to flex its more malevolent muscle, you’re {expletive} Iron Man!”

I enjoy this more than I should. Even though I know that Stewart and everyone else is just hungering, like a sad dog, for a reason, any reason, to blow this whole thing off. Even though I know that he’s sincere when he states his belief that Big Daddy White Boss really does have everyone’s best interests at heart. It’s just nice to hear someone on the other side admit that what you believe has validity.

So whatever happens, however this plays out, whatever heaping mounds of taural fecal extract that the spin masters manage to cover this in, I can think of no better expression than this:

HIMYM Does Not End. HIMYM Never Ends.

Apparently the season finale is Monday. I’m not going to watch it until Tuesday at the latest, because I only watch HIMYM on the web. I’ve been marginally involved this season. Everything has felt really tired. The only episode that didn’t feel like warmed-over Season 5 was the “Time Travel” episode, and even only impressed at the end.

Buzzfeed has a speculative post with spoilers at the end, which I did not read. I’ll leave that up to you.

Someone spent a lot of time on this.

It includes a couple of disturbing fan theories:

  • The Mother is Dead When Ted Starts Telling the Story. That would explain why he’s spending so much time telling the kids all about her. Except it doesn’t, because he’s been telling them about his single life before he met her. And it doesn’t explain why the kids have been sitting there, respectfully patient, but clearly bored out of their skulls. If these were children of a dead mother, they would want to know everything about her.

  • The Mother is Tyler Durden. Which is to say, there is no mother: she is a figment of Ted’s imagination. So are the kids. He’s sitting there, miserable, rambling to no one in particular. Of all the possible resolutions, this one would irritate the most, because it would make everything we’ve watched utterly irrelevant. Sure, Newhart did this, but no one really cared about Newhart, least of all Bob Newhart. 

The scenario I consider far more likely:

  •  We Almost See the Mother, But Don’t Quite. We spend the whole episode at Barney and Robin’s wedding. Cliffhanger at the train station. She sits next to him, he looks up. Fade out. The throwaway scene has Barney, Marshall, Lilly, and Robin. Closing credits, possibly including the words “HA HA SUCKERS!” or “TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL” or some such.

Incoming Geekery

With summer comes a teacher’s vanity. Educators are vouchsafed 10 weeks to rest, recharge, and remember all the other things in their lives. I have never known those 10 weeks but they burned by while you got maybe half of what you wanted to get done actually delivered. It’s a function of our mechanized world: maintenance takes up as much time as production.

Nevertheless, I feel the need to dedicate myself to a few projects for this summer. Books, mostly, and a long-considered re-working of Riposte Publishing’s web site into something more functional. GoDaddy, maybe. I’m good at overlooking bad marketing campaigns.

There’s a long post in utero, something I’ve had on me mind for some time, and finally resolved to express. It’s not important, even in a small scheme of things (that phrase should work. It’s alliterative. But it sounds wrong). But it my free up some headspace on the commute, which is where I do most of my thinking.

See?

And there was where I had to abandon using the BlogNow! app I’d gotten for my iPad. Simply loading that picture was too complicated. There’s a whole separate feature for adding pictures to blogpost with the app, and I didn’t feel like wrestling with it. So I pulled out old trusty laptop and got the link from my Tumblr (Instagram doesn’t let just any fool copypasta with pictures, for which they are to be commended, I suppose. Even when it’s my own picture).

Anyway, big meaty geeky rant forthcoming. For the nonce, enjoy this lanky Kiwi/Brit getting off on Prime Americana while rocking like 1965 just woke up in 2013 and decided to split the difference and party like it was 1995. Via Third Man Records, because Jack White’s taste just seems to get better as he ages:

A Reality Show to Send People to Mars?

This would be the first reality show that would accomplish anything worthwhile.

My mind is filled with misgivings on this. In the first place, reality shows have less than a proven track record at distinguishing the truly talented from the merely photogenic (Name the debut albums of any five American Idol winners). I can’t escape the notion that a genius is going to lose to an attractive mediocrity in the race to be the first extraterrestrial human.

In the second place, can humans actually, you know, live on Mars?

How are they going to get food? What are they going to live in? How will they get air to breathe? Sure, they’ll be sent into space with these things, but a lifetime’s supply?

Also, Mars has complexities beyond it’s image of a planet-sized Arizona:

Mars is poorly suited for human habitation. There’s some ice at the poles and perhaps some water in underground repositories. Gravity is only 38 percent as strong as on Earth. The atmosphere is thin and consists mostly of carbon dioxide (95%). So colonists would have to either take air from Earth or make air on Mars. Plants efficiently separate the oxygen bound to carbon and therefore can make air we can breathe, so colonists should take plants along.

The Martian atmosphere is too thin to hold oxygen, which would just escape to space. So the plants would have to be cultivated in greenhouses and the oxygen they produce kept in flasks.

Mars has a very weak magnetic field, and its atmosphere offers little protection against radiation from space. So the Martian colonists would have to build radiation protection into their houses and wear thick suits. Unlike Earth, where most incoming meteorites burn up in the atmosphere, many meteorites crash dangerously onto the surface of Mars.

The Martian weather is awful. It’s cold: the average temperature of the southern hemisphere is minus 60 degrees Celsius; even at the equator, it’s seldom over zero. Winds are fierce and blow at speeds of several hundred kilometres an hour, and storms can last for months. The wind whirls up fine dust that penetrates everything and sticks to all surfaces, which literally would toss sand in the gears of vital mechanical and electronic equipment.

And even if all of that is overcome, what’s the next step? Are the First Martians merely going on an extended vacation, or are they planning on breeding? Since the contest is going to narrow things down to 4 people, does that mean 2 men and 2 women? We know that sex in space is well, difficult, and reproduction in space may be highly unlikely (and inadvisable anyway, due to the hightened levels of ratiation). Will Mars be any better? Even if the radiation issue gets handled, Mars’ gravity is not going to get any stronger.

Let’s keep in mind that it takes a little under a year to even get to Mars, and that’s when the planet is closest to us. So those winners better have monastic discipline even to survive the journey. If growing food doesn’t work out, resupply operations will probably be available at three-year intervals, at best. And unless some means of blasting off the planet is developed, a rescue operation is impossible.

Bottom line: The Martian Roanoke, without the thrill of mystery.

endwell

I Do Believe Benghazi Just Flipped From “Not Going Away” to “Quite Uncomfortably Here”

Bureaucrats are generally dis-inclined to take the heat for politicians.

The blue-on-blue is particuarly encouraging. Is this a function of Obama’s declining coattails, as donkeys seek distance in preparation for 2014?

I wonder how long before Obama feels the need to throw Hillary — or some other mucky-mucks at State — under the bus?

He should make sure he does it on a Saturday night...

He should make sure he does it on a Saturday night…

Jammie-Wearing Fool wants to know:

Where was Obama the night of September 11? And why is nobody asking that question?

Profitable Exhaustion

Was out of town for a wedding this weekend, which was nice: a little break-up of the routine, a chance to put on my summer suit. Left Darling Daughter with the Mother-in-Law and spent the night at a hotel. The ceremony and reception were on a converted manor, with trees and a creek. A lovelier spot to have a wedding couldn’t be imagined.

Slept in late at the hotel, which always seems to happen — the bed, after all, is what you’re really paying for. But there’s that checkout time to be contended with: leave at 10:58 and you’re in the clear, but 11:02 means another night. We got dressed with an old Law & Order keeping time for us. When the lawyers show up, you know you’re at the bottom of the hour. We sailed out before McCoy got to grill the guilty SOB.

I tend to believe in benevolent neglect as far as lawn care goes. My father-in-law, who is retired USDA, reinforces this, telling me that the grass will be healthier if I don’t cut it too short. But yesterday the seeds were starting to stick up, so when we got back from Pennsylvania I threw on shorts and a hoodie (it was brisk, but I don’t like to get grass on my pants) and mowed front and back. Then an afternoon of grading with Deadwood on Blu-ray. It gets better with repeated viewings.

This morning I was up early, out the door early, planned my day early, and feel very satisfied with myself. Really quite tired, but profitably so, like there’s earned repose to look forward to.

Russell Taylor – In praise of UKIP

I don’t know anything about the UK Independence party, but Russel Taylor casts it in very Tea Partyish terms.

The Tories have responded by insisting UKIP has no real policies, to which I would say that this hasn’t held them back. Their ragtag combination of Keynesianism and liberal dogma doesn’t represent a coherent response to the mess we’re in. Then there’s the accusation that UKIP is merely a protest party that will dilute the conservative vote and let Labour back in. Well maybe they are a protest party, but the point of protest is to force change. If the threat of a Labour victory persuades the Tories to go back to their roots and adopt some of the ideas advanced by UKIP, that protest will have done its job. I would gladly vote for a Conservative Party that thinks like Nigel Farage.

Is there an election coming up? I really have no idea.