What good’s permitting some prophet of doom

15 12 2015

Ahem:

It’s a sort of Weimar Republic problem. The liberal left have the upper hand, and use it so carelessly and arrogantly, so totally despising those who disagree with them,  that they risk losing not just their own superficial gains, but the whole of free society. I believe this to be true, and have tried arguing it with members of the new elite, quite often. They haven’t been interested.

Excuse me Mr. Peter Hitchens but did YOU NOT READ MY LAST POST wherein I noted that THE LIBERAL PARTIES IN WEIMAR NEVER HELD A MAJORITY IN PARLIAMENT PAST 1920?!

No, no, you clearly did NOT.

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h/t Rod Dreher

(And yes, I’ll continue my long-form diatribe tomorrow.)





Pop goes the weasel

9 12 2015

I finally gave in and joined Twitter.

Initial response is not favorable.

It says I need to confirm my email address, but won’t send me the confirmation. The FAQ on this issue sends me in a circle. I can’t upload a profile photo; the FAQ doesn’t address the issue I’m having. This second issue may be related to the first, but I have no way of knowing this.

Now, I know I can be increddddddddibly tetchy beginning something new and unable to process even helpful help; that is, there may in fact be helpful help in the FAQ, but all I’m seeing are heaps of unhelpfulness.

Anyway, I’m sure I will, eventually, figure it all out, and my fears about Tweets-as-Pringles will in fact be realized.

Today, however, Twitter is as appetizing as a dead possum on hot asphalt.





If I had a rocket launcher

16 08 2015

Excuse me for the all-caps but:

MIKE HUCKABEE WHY DO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE IN CHARGE OF A RAPE VICTIM’S BODY??!!





I want to ride my bicycle

8 12 2014

The next time I whine-think Ehhhn, I don’ wanna take the train the gym and I don’ wanna sit on a stationary bike at the gym and It’s really not that cold out and I’ll just bundle up when I ride. . .

. . . I will remember this 30s-degree-gusty-winds day, with my dead-cold toes and quivering thighs and pissed-off tits and I will grab my fuckin’ MetroCard and a book for the bike and take the goddamned train to the gym.





Bless the beasts and the children

18 11 2014

Why one law for all?

Yes, I have and will continue to bang on about principle and theory, but sometimes concrete examples work best.

Such as dead children.

Jeez louise, you might be thinking, do you really have to get all extreme about this? I mean, aren’t you exaggerating just a wee?

Nope.

Despite the deaths of least 12 children from “faith healing” Christian families in their state, lawmakers and public officials in Idaho have refused to challenge a state law providing a religious exemption from manslaughter and murder charges, Vocativ reported.

There is little push to change the laws.

“This is about religious beliefs, the belief God is in charge of whether they live, and God is in charge of whether they die,” state Rep. Christy Perry (R) said. “This is about where they go for eternity.”

The move from doctor-centered to patient-centered decision-making has, on the whole, been good for patients, and one of the most important powers which has migrated to patients has been the right to refuse treatment.

I am foursquare in favor of such a right—for an adult, for herself, for any reason.

When making decisions on another’s behalf, however—especially a child whose care the state has charged one with providing—the exercise of such power ought to be scrutinized.

Or, to put it less abstractly, parents ought not be able to refuse life-saving care for their kids, especially when such care is routine and effective, because God said so.

Parental custody is conditional, not absolute.

This shouldn’t be a controversial statement: parents who starve or beat or neglect—including medically neglect—their children may be charged with crimes and have the kids taken away from them.

But throw a veneer of religiosity over such neglect, and well, whatcha gonna do?

Jackson Scott Porter, a newborn girl. . . lived for just 20 minutes before dying in her grandfather’s home. The girl’s mother did not receive any pre-natal care. Her cause of death was listed as untreated pneumonia.

“That’s the way we believe,” the grandfather, Mark Jerome, told KATU at the time. “We believe in God and the way God handles the situation, the way we do things.”

KATU also reported that local officials believe that another minor, 14-year-old Rockwell Sevy, had undiagnosed Down’s syndrome before he also died from pneumonia, in 2011.

Sevy’s father, Dan Sevy, refused to discuss his son’s death with KATU last year, citing his right to freedom of religion.

“I would like to say, I picture freedom as a full object. It’s not like you take ‘a’ freedom away,” Dan Sevy said. “It’s that you chip at the entire thing. Freedom is freedom. Whenever you try to restrict any one person, then you’re chipping away at freedom. Yours and mine.”

This is the dumbest goddamned argument about freedom this side of Galt’s Gulch, which dumbness would make it pathetic were it not pernicious—which is to say, had it not resulted in a boy’s death.

This religious exemption necessarily removes the children in these homes from protections of the law, specifically, of the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment: in allowing parents to neglect their children for religious reasons, the children in these religious households are given fewer protections of the law than children in other households.

I had thought such exemptions were narrow (confined to vaccinations, say), but they are, dismayingly, widespread.

The right of the parent to inflict her religious beliefs on the child, even if it kills him, apparently matters more than the child himself.





Party all night long

1 09 2014

I don’t begrudge my neighbors the Caribbean carnival. Truly.

It happens once a year, over Labor Day weekend, and it’s a big damned deal to everyone who participates in and watches the West Indian Day Parade down Eastern Parkway. The costumes are faaabulous, the mood exuberant, and everyone is happy.

Almost everyone.

I’ve bitched about this before and noted that I am a bad, bad neighbor—because while I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade (heh) on Monday, I wish the hell out of rain for the midnight parade the night before.

And, actually, “midnight” is a bit of a misnomer: I went to bed around one, and the festivities didn’t really pick up until about 2:00 am. It lasted until about 12:30 this afternoon.

The big noises (bands, club-sound-systems-on-flatbeds) have mostly ceased, but some folks feel the need to drive around, slowly, with the steel-drums sounds breaking out of their cars and trucks, for the rest of the day.

Don’t forget the vuvuzelas, of course. If I had any energy at all—which I don’t, onnacountanot getting any sleep last night—I’d stomp down the stairs, out to the street, and shove that demonic tube down every person-who-even-thinks-of-raising-that-shit-horn-to-their-lips’s throat.

Except that would mean they would henceforth be bleating every time they breathed. Perhaps I could just break the damned things over my knees.

Oh, if you’re over the age of 12, the fuck you doing with a vuvuzela anyway? Shouldn’t you know better?

It’s supposed to rain later today, so hopefully that will dampen the need to party all day, and I might be able to get in a nap.

(Fuuuuuuuuck. I gotta get a honey before next year—-one who doesn’t live in my neighborhood, so I could stay at his or her joint for a decent night’s sleep.)

Crab crab crab.

Okay, so maybe I begrudge them a little.





Wait a minute honey, I’m gonna add it up

30 06 2014

Jesus fucking christ.

FireShot Screen Capture #001

Unions screwed, women screwed out of protected screwing.





Wanna get it right this time

13 06 2014

It is a good thing that I don’t own a television.

Because I would have thrown a whisky bottle thru the screen had I witnessed even one of the incompetent bastards who pom-pommed us in the clusterfuck otherwise known as Operation Iraqi Freedom opine on the necessity of US military intervention in the chaos which is a direct result of the clusterfuck known as Operation Iraqi Freedom.

We owe the Iraqis, we do. We stomped into and all over their country, and while we may have liberated them from the misery of Saddam Hussein’s reign, it was only into another kind of misery. And now the psychopaths operating under the unfortunately-cool acronym of ISIS are marauding thru the country offering their own particularly murderous version of misery.

But I don’t know that there’s much we can do to make the situation better, and f we can’t make it better, we can at least have the decency not to make it worse.

Not that decency is a quality much prized amongst the clusterfuckers.





Beep beep

27 05 2014

To the asshole who’s car alarm went off ALL NIGHT LONG last night: I hope you woke up to a dead dead dead battery.

Or a brick thru the windshield. Whatever.





I’m already gone

19 05 2014

Fuck me.

Fucking GMX has fucking changed—excuse me, fucking improved—it’s fucking interface and the one fucking thing that I really liked about it has fucking disappeared.

Oh, yeah: language NSFW. Sorry about that.

I liked the tabs, that’s what I liked about GMX. I could open multiple emails and multiple replies and go back and forth and generally keep track of what I was doing. This worked really well when students sent me papers: I could simply open every paper and a reply for each and tic-tic-tic could go each one.

Nothing life shattering, and it’s not like I couldn’t open and respond to each message one by one, but I liked the convenience, how it easy it was to keep track of my work. It was especially handy if I’d had other messages that I wanted to refer to in a response. Yeah, handy.

And now that feature is gone. Fuckers.*

Now, I know that I am incredibly negative-reactive against change, and that after I get used to changes I’m often fine with them. But this is less about an unhappy design than rendering a tool less functional—which pretty much pretty much degrades the purpose of the tool.

So, acting on one of the few maxims in which I believe wholeheartedly—brand loyalty is for suckers!—I’m on the hunt for another webmail service.**

Nothing fancy: I just want me tabs. Me fuckin’ tabs.

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*Yes, I did send them a comment asking for the tabs back. I’m not optimistic—when am I ever—but I thought if there’s a chance they could bring ’em back, or if there’s a way to turn ’em on in the current version, then why not.

**Free, of course. You could make the argument that if it’s free I got nothin’ to bitch about but I would respond thusly: a) I can always bitch about anything—you know this about me, don’t you? b) Companies brag about the superiority of their free email services, so it’s even-steven to check that alleged superiority; and c) Some or most, including GMX, place ads in the mail. It’s annoying, and means that “free” is really “free*”, but it seems not unreasonable that if I don’t want to pony up real cash money, then I pay in ad space. Perhaps some day I will pony up, but for now, I’m looking for “free”, with or without asterisk.