As part of my The Western Ain’t Dead collection.
So a guy decides that he’s not getting sex enough, and that he’s gonna kill some people, and that will show them all . . . something.
Read that again. Did you notice the part where it doesn’t make any sense? Like, any at all?
Let’s go with that.
Let’s not turn Rogers into the latest representative of our favored demonologies – mysogynist, beta male, child of divorce, closeted gay, gun culture, feminazis, what have you. A few sophistic flips will make him stand in for any or none of them. And everyone knows that. So unless you’re talking to someone who already belongs to your particular ideological tribe, your learned discourse is going to meet rolling eyes. So let’s just…not.
Let’s not assume any more about Rogers than he was a disturbed young man who decided, quite deliberately and with malice aforethought, to explode, and take as many with him as he could (four men and two women, as it turned out). Let’s not use him, and the pain he’s caused six families, as another excuse to shout at each other on the Internet.
Let’s just skip to the end, where we shrug our shoulders and recognize that whatever was going on in this young man’s mind was beyond our ability to help, and we forget about it. Because it was, and we’re going to. He was sick, and he killed six people. There is no why. There is no answer. Homo homini lupus est.
I don’t go over to Protein Wisdom as often as I used to, because Homer was right: no one wants to listen to Cassandra. And Goldstein has been too often right these last several years to qualify as anything other than a prophet of our times.
But sometimes, dammit, it’s lovely to hear the truth so refreshingly conveyed:
All of which is a rather lengthy way of telling you, with all due respect, Senator Paul, that Mitch McConnell can go fuck himself sideways with a frozen swordfish — and if you feel the need to strap it on to make him feel less like he’s simply masturbating, that’s your call. But count me out.
proteinwisdom.com (an erstwhile important blog whose “Purity” and refusal to give go-along “conservatives” a pass has led to a campaign of marginalization; which doesn’t make what it has to offer any less correct) – See more at: http://proteinwisdom.com/#sthash.pBeVrzKD.dpuf
And there you go.
“It is actually harder to do some of these things in reality than we thought when we put it down on paper,” a book review in the Washington Post quoted a former Obama health care adviser as saying. This can stand as the last word for the great aspiration, and the people who held it. They wanted their chance, and they got it. They had it. They blew it. They’re done.
Read the whole thing.
First, the obligatory clickbait:
Oh, Stewie is hot and bothered, and the jokes are teh funny! Elbows get thrown at Obama himself. Utter gobsmacked disbelief at how no matter how mad they get, the guys at the head of the government can’t get the VA to provide health care in anything like a timely manner.
All the while, expecting that ObamaCare is going to improve the healthcare for rest of us.
I look forward to his delightful rants when it doesn’t. They won’t accomplish anything, but they’ll make me feel superior to the old clown.
Which is about the best I can hope for at this point.
I have a lingering love of the genre, and one of these days may yet pour out the Western novel that’s been a-brewin’ in me since I was a tad. For the nonce, I’ve created a Medium Collection devoted to Western-ness, and a fine fellow has contributed a story to it: High Moon – Westwood. I invite you to check it out.
Philosophy is the Mother of Science, in whose skirts the child hides when it’s scared…
Originally posted on Scientia Salon:
It seems like my friend Neil deGrasse Tyson  has done it again: he has dismissed philosophy as a useless enterprise, and actually advised bright students to stay away from it. It is not the first time Neil has done this sort of thing, and he is far from being the only scientist to do so. But in his case the offense is particularly egregious, for two reasons: first, because he is a highly visible science communicator; second, because I told him not to, several times.
Let’s start with the latest episode, work our way back to a few others of the same kind (to establish that this is a pattern, not an unfortunate fluke), and then carefully tackle exactly where Neil and a number of his colleagues go wrong. But before any of that, let me try to halt the obvious objection to this entire essay…
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Other than a friend on Facebook reminded me that this song exists….
Which is to say, it’s true meaning:
(h/t Chicks on the Right)