Yearly Archives: 2018

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In case you hadn’t heard about it, Representative Jim Jordan (R-OH), a man reportedly powerfully in conservative and Tea Party circles, has been accused by former Ohio State athletes of knowing about the activities of Dr. Richard Strauss, the Ohio State University doctor who examined athletes for treatment and research purposes. The doctor committed suicide after he was convicted. Jordan, then an assistant wrestling coach at the OSU, reportedly did nothing about the sexual assaults. I have no opinion on the guilt or innocence of Rep. Jordan in this matter – it’s up to our law enforcement representatives to determine his knowledge of the sexual assaults in the matter.

But I will note that the alleged behavior, which is essentially protecting the power hierarchy, is certainly congruent with the  culture of the GOP. True, moderate members are chased out of the Party, and the Tea Party wing has certainly revolted against the establishment. But notice that, so long as ideological purity of the wing is maintained, non-ideological transgressions are tolerated. It’s a symptom of an addiction to power, an allegiance overwhelming that of good sense. It’s also worth noting that the nature of ideological purity will change over time as a function of the membership kicking out the moderates and recruiting ever more extremists from the right.

I have no idea if the allegations against Jordan are truly credible, or if they’ll just fizzle and fade away. I have no animus against Rep. Jordan. It’s simply a note that his alleged behavior would not be surprising in this context.

Note to all outside garbage bin makers:

PLEASE do not make deep, deep grips to be used for hauling around your bins. Wasps and other stinging creatures love to use those deep grips to make their nests. And it’s damn hard to see those nests unless you lay the damn thing over on its side.

Thank you.

The nest was in the right-hand cubby. One dead wasp may be barely glimpsed by the morbidly minded.

First, a bit of lily.

Then, a shot down a neighbor’s grape arbor:

Our tomatoes from two weeks ago.

Finally, a lovely artifact of the camera.

Like I said a few days ago, the hocks are out!

Building with the plentiful to make the rare.

(Vimeo’s being annoying with its privacy settings, but I’ll post this anyways.)

https://vimeo.com/237604550

On 38 North, Michael Madden suggests recent North Korean coverage might be a bit over the top:

Prior to the Singapore Summit, the biggest news about the DPRK concerned a personnel shuffle of the Korean People’s Army (KPA) High Command. Some of the coverage of these changes, obviously targeted on a general audience, was misleading. According to recent commentary, Kim Jong Un, the “brutal dictator,” had once again embarked on a bloody purge of senior officials.

A more coherent and accurate interpretation of Kim Jong Un’s rationale was that he switched his top military leaders as part of the preliminary phase of mothballing the DPRK’s WMD program; there is a certain logic to moving malcontents to other positions, lest they resist Kim’s moves on denuclearization. However, this was only a minor factor in Kim Jong Un’s calculations. …

If the shorter time periods are considered, then this is a characteristic similar to other political systems, democratic and totalitarian alike. When the longer time periods are considered, the institutions in question go through periods of interim or transitional management to facilitate a smooth arrival for the new boss. In any event, these changes are not undertaken rashly; rather, they are deliberate and well-planned. This personnel management method—which is highly risk-averse—is one of the foundations of the DPRK political system’s resilience and survival. This lends itself in watching leadership activity in state media to occasionally seeing political dead men walking. Some conceal their alienation better than others.

In other words, Kim is settling into the job, and the job is settling out around him. Reading every personnel move as cold-blooded murder leaves open the question Why hasn’t the rest of the leadership just shot Kim in the head and moved on? To suggest that every change in high leadership is an occasion for blood ignores the problems engendered by such an unsettling way of changing people around. And, if the media is being appropriate proctored, it leaves them with egg on their face.

But we don’t proctor them. We’ve confused media with entertainment in some crucial ways, and unless we backtrack and disentangle news from entertainment, and understand that the former can be deadly serious, we’ll never really see improvements in coverage.

My Left Foot (1989) is the biographical film of the poet, painter, and novelist Christy Brown of Dublin, Ireland. He was born with cerebral palsy, a condition which was not only a challenge to him as an artist, but for him as a person in a large, poverty-stricken family. It covers the period from his birth to his marriage, after achieving fame with his novel of the same name. The title refers to the only limb over which he had the necessary control to express himself visually, his left foot.

Like most biographies, it seeks a central theme around which to build what may seem to be a series of random incidents, and, unsurprisingly, for Brown it’s perseverance in the face of overwhelming odds. Along with that theme is that of the importance of a loving, supportive family, although in this he had to win his father over, as the man, at least in the movie, would hardly accept his mute, uncommunicative son could be his progeny. He thought of Christy as something near a vegetable, until the day Christy proves he can think and communicate.

But if the storyteller is to demonstrate the virtues of perseverance, then hurdles must present themselves, and for Christy they are numerous: personal relationships, sudden black depressions, and the continual physical challenges someone with cerebral palsy must face. But, as the movie would have it, Christy did not accept the constrictions his condition would have put on him in the eyes of others, and so we see his eventual triumph as an artist.

And that’s part of the mythos of the Western version of the story of perseverance, isn’t it? The success stories are told, but what of those of those who struggled and persevered – and did not succeed? I sometimes wonder if those stories should be told to honor those who struggled and lost, much like those numberless, nameless men who fought and perished int those few, tragic days of the Battle of the Somme in World War I. Crushed into the mud, lost to their families, what of them? Is it enough that the poets who wrote for them and then lost their own lives were published?

Or is it just that, someday, their constituent atoms will once again be star stuff, as will those atoms of my reader and myself?

My Left Foot chronicles someone who was a winner, and it’s well-done, if predictable. If you’re in the mood for the inspirational struggle, you won’t go wrong with this technically excellent movie.

Conservative WaPo columnist Max Boot finds it necessary to confirm his decision to leave the Republican Party in the wake of it transforming into the Trumpian Party:

Personally, I’ve thrown up my hands in despair at the debased state of the GOP. I don’t want to be identified with the party of the child-snatchers. But I respect principled conservatives who are willing to stay and fight to reclaim a once-great party that freed the slaves and helped to win the Cold War. What I can’t respect are head-in-the-sand conservatives who continue to support the GOP by pretending that nothing has changed.

They act, these political ostriches, as if this were still the party of Ronald Reagan and John McCain rather than of Steve Bannon and Stephen Miller — and therefore they cling to the illusion that supporting Republican candidates will advance their avowed views. Wrong. The current GOP still has a few resemblances to the party of old — it still cuts taxes and supports conservative judges. But a vote for the GOP in November is also a vote for egregious obstruction of justice, rampant conflicts of interest, the demonization of minorities, the debasement of political discourse, the alienation of America’s allies, the end of free trade and the appeasement of dictators.

That is why I join Will and other principled conservatives, both current and former Republicans, in rooting for a Democratic takeover of both houses in November. Like postwar Germany and Japan, the Republican Party must first be destroyed before it can be rebuilt.

It’s encouraging that some of the conservatives who populated the Republican Party recognize the disaster into which the GOP has transformed itself. But there really needs to be more than this: how this has occurred must be identified, isolated, and procedures put into place to discourage it from happening again. For example, one of my favorite hobby horses is the Team Politics rule and how it turns out that it encourages victory at the electoral box, but discourages the development of worthy leaders, locally and nationally. The result is that he or she who is best at lickspittle politics ends up occupying positions of power – the opposite of a meritocracy, which is the basis of the United States. This policy, this entire culture, should be banned by the leaders of the future reborn GOP, or whatever the legitimate conservative party ends up naming itself.

So when Mr. Boot waves a flag of national emergency, it’s all well and good. But we need to learn from this national mistake, and try to prevent it in the future, if possible.

They’re on a date. Bestiality will occur later.

For science nuts, Dinosaurus! (1960) is an abomination and a blasphemy – if you also don’t have a sense of humor. For the rest of us, it’s an agonizing stop-action / sock puppet movie set in the Virgin Islands. A crew of Americans are dredging out a bay at an island when they encounter two frozen monsters. In the interests of paleontology, they drag them up on the beach, much to the delight of the local cute kid, Julio. In the meantime, the local equivalent to a mob boss has been menacing the waitresses of the restaurant and Julio (the Americans are not impressed), but during the night, he inadvertently discovers the frozen body of a caveman. Smelling a cash cow, he pulls the body off the beach and into the woods.

The incoming tropical storm of the evening features lots of lightning, which functions as a giant automated external defibrillator (AED) for giants, and soon enough the monsters, a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Brontosaurus, are up and tromping about, making dinner out of the watchman (who, in a touch of humor, happens to be reading a comic book named Rip Van Winkle) and then charging off into the forest.

An unusual and, sadly, unfortunate element of this movie is the recovery of the caveman, who invades a local house and proceeds to puzzle over the sputterings of the short-wave radio, tries on the lady’s frilly dress (it doesn’t suit him), and is eventually discovered and befriended by Julio, who serves him a bit of pie after teaching him how to sit in a chair. In what’s otherwise a survival tale, the humor is ill-fitting, if earnestly presented, but has little function in this story.

The mob boss refuses to let go of his dream of riches, and despite the shrieks of the T. Rex in the forest, he and his minions (another couple of farce-specialists) track down the caveman. However, he proves hard to handle and escapes with Julio into the forest. Pursued by the mob boss, the T. Rex, and the leader of the Americans, Julio gets a ride on the Brontosaurus before he and the leading lady, who has little function beyond being cute, take refuge in the abandoned mine from the T. Rex. (We’ll skip over the uncomfortable near-sex scene of the caveman with the leading lady.)

T. Rex proves impervious to the Molotov cocktails dreamed up by the Americans, but soon enough the refugees escape and end up at the ruins of the colonial fortress of the island, where a moat of oil-fueled fire holds the T. Rex off until the leader of the Americans hits on the idea of forcing the T. Rex off a cliff and into the sea below using construction machines.

I shouldn’t have wasted my time reciting the plot. While the comedic element of the caveman was unusual and unwanted, it was otherwise the typical dinosaur survival story, or, to misquote Jurassic Park’s Ian Malcolm, a screaming and running movie. The Rip Van Winkle bit made me laugh, but otherwise it was all fairly boring. Perhaps in 1960 it was thrilling, but in the context of today’s CGI effects, it’s more a historical curiosity.

On The Resurgent, Susan Wright is discomfited by another evangelist leader who’s using the Bible to support Donald Trump:

Televangelist Andrew Wommack hosted a Facebook question and answer time on Facebook Tuesday night, as a lead-in to his usual Truth & Liberty livestream event.

At some point, the pastor was asked by a viewer why so many Christians were “blinded” and couldn’t see how God could be using Donald Trump.

It’s the same kind of nonsense I have dealt with in a thousand interactions since the election. Trump, with his adulteries, cheating, scamming, lying, and abusiveness is King David. He’s King Cyrus. They’ve stopped just shy of assigning messianic qualities to him, in some cases.

Just shy.

Wommack’s answer to this question was the dangerous twisting of Scripture that so many have used to excuse their support of an ungodly man.

Citing a passage from 2 Thessalonians in which Paul warns that, in the Last Days, God will send a “powerful delusion” on those “refused to love the truth,” Wommack said that this is precisely what is happening now.

“How come people can’t see things today?” he asked. “It really defies logic. It really does defy logic. It seems like there is a supernatural deception that’s over people that they can’t see the fallacy of what they’re doing.”

“I do believe that we are in the End Times and this is one of the signs of the End Times,” Wommack said. “I believe that there is a demonic deception that is blinding people today.”

I’ll agree with Wommack on this: There is a great delusion that has overtaken the people.

Four heads are better than one.

Trying to derive doctrine from a text readable in so many ways, years after it’s been translated, all strikes me as one of the nuttier ways to spend one’s time these days. But I suppose it’s not surprising, as it’s a movement pre-disposed to accepting the cloying bullshit of charlatans.

I know it’s just chanting into the wind, but how about evaluating President Trump on his own terms, using your life experiences with liars and cheats, and then tell me how you feel about his competency in a position completely outside of his experience? The difference in conclusions will cast a new light on the rancid remark magical thinking.

Yacking over “doctrine” … just leaves me shaking what I use for a head these days.

The US Chamber of Commerce has evaluated the costs of the “easy to win” trade wars President Trump is kicking off, and broken them down by state. What does Minnesota stand to lose?

Tariffs imposed by the United States are nothing more than a tax increase on American consumers and businesses–including manufacturers, farmers, and technology companies–who will all pay more for commonly used products and materials.

Retaliatory tariffs imposed by other countries on U.S. exports will make American-made goods more expensive, resulting in lost sales and ultimately lost jobs here at home.

This is the wrong approach, and it threatens to derail our nation’s recent economic resurgence.

This is coming from a bastion of Republican support. As the Republican Party becomes the Party of Trump, of right-wing ideology (that being, manic loyalty to Trump) and Trump’s poorly thought out political actions, the Chamber of Commerce becomes a marker of sorts of just how far the GOP has slunk from its old mooring at the pier of capitalism, free markets, and a strong defense, and moved to the pier of mercantilism, xenophobia, and a cult of personality that might begin to verge on Mao-like someday. It’s not hard to attribute some principle to the CoC, while the Republicans, as embodied by Trump, are now more or less moving through a self-interested set of political moves, not motivated by love of country, but love of self.

Kevin Drum thinks this means the cultural war we’ve been expecting is about to begin:

Trump hasn’t responded with a devastating tweet yet, but I’m sure he will eventually. At this point, though, China has retaliated against Trump. Canada has retaliated against Trump. Europe has retaliated against Trump. And now the Chamber of Commerce has retaliated against Trump. The battle is finally fully engaged.

I don’t know that Trump considered the CoC to be a vital ally, so he may not consider their ‘betrayal’ to be much of an event. But time will tell.

Or so does the amaranth appear to have.

Being neither musical nor obsessed with the literature of the 19th century, I was unaware of this particular vacation trip, as described by Jonathan Gaisman in Standpoint:

The most notoriously unsuccessful holiday in the history of classical music was that taken by Chopin and his androgynous literary lover George Sand (and her family) in Majorca in 1838-1839. The trousered, cigar-smoking Sand was derided by Baudelaire as possessing the morals of a janitress; her future lover Alfred de Musset mordantly observed of the silver dagger which pinned her hair that “a woman of such slight virtue hardly required so immoderate a weapon”. Chopin’s characteristically acidulous comment on his first encounter was, “What an unattractive person la Sand is. Is she really a woman?” That was in 1836; by 1838 the two were lovers. They numbered Delacroix (who painted them both) and Heine among their Paris friends.

In Majorca, where they arrived in November 1838, they soon retreated to a former charterhouse in the valley of Moses or Valdemossa, high in the mountains outside Palma. Here they occupied cell 4. (In the late 20th century, the owner of this cell successfully sued the owner of cell 2, who was passing it off as the composer’s former residence.) Relations with the islanders did not prosper: in her 1841 memoir Un hiver à Majorque, Sand referred to them as “cowards, hypocrites, pickpockets, Indian monkeys, Polynesian savages”. The local newspaper retaliated, describing her as “the most immoral of writers . . . the most obscene of women”. Chopin’s fragile health deteriorated through the winter. A neighbour observed: “That consumptive will go to hell, first for being a consumptive, and next for not going to confession.” Sand claimed that her children were stoned in the streets. They abandoned Majorca in February 1839, leaving the Bauza behind them. As is the way with unsuccessful holidays, this one improved in recollection; Chopin later told Liszt that the short visit was one of the happiest times of his life: “It was as if, like Linnaeus’s clock, the time of day was told by the blossoming of flowers, each with a different perfume and each disclosing other beauties as they opened outwards.”

I cannot say I’ve had such an unsuccessful vacation myself.

Kevin Drum is riding his favorite hobby horse, but this time in the context of Mexico. It’s a fetching Iron Horse …

This little fellow was very patient with me.

Last time I talked about a Nazi in Illinois who had managed to win the GOP nomination for a seat in the House of Representatives, but he’s not the only example of the Republican run to the right. WaPo discusses the mass embarrassment felt by the Virginia GOP after a former Minnesotan by the name of Corey Stewart won the Republican nomination for the Senate seat currently held by former VP candidate Tim Kaine by embracing Southern statuary, attacking immigrants, and refusing to disavow white supremacists:

Stewart’s elevation has some lifelong Republicans questioning their political identity.

“I am extremely disappointed that a candidate like Corey Stewart could win the Republican nomination for U.S. Senate,” former Republican lieutenant governor Bill Bolling tweeted on the night of Stewart’s primary win. “This is clearly not the Republican Party I once knew, loved and proudly served. Every time I think things can’t get worse they do, and there is no end in sight.”

Rory Stolzenberg, who began identifying with the GOP as a fourth-grader and had a seat on the state party’s governing board in his early 20s, plans to vote for Kaine.

“When the debate is between bad policies and fundamentally un-American policies that betray the democratic ideals that this country was founded on, it’s not even a choice anymore,” said Stolzenberg, 26, a Charlottesville entrepreneur. “I question whether I’m still a Republican, but I think it’s important that we don’t surrender the party to people like that.”

It’s not trickery, it’s a matter of numbers and attitude of the base. Stewart claims he’s not a supremacist, but he appears to be repulsing traditional members of the Republican Party.

I think there’s a clue here, though:

Fissures opened anew the next year when Dave Brat, a little-known professor with a tea party following, toppled then-House Majority Leader Eric Cantor, with help from Breitbart News. Divides between Cantor and his supporters, and Brat and the tea partyers still resonate four years later.

And Brat then won the seat, despite being little-known. That’s the key, little-known, because it implies the Party’s levers of party have been usurped by the extremists.

That’s something to think about, for the moderate Republicans. How long will they stick around?

Courtesy my Arts Editor. This amuses me a lot, not least because the rider reminds me of a late cat of mine…

The Green Revolution, long lauded as averting mass famine, turns out to have an attributed dark side in India: farmer suicide. Katherine Martinko on Treehugger.com  comments:

Amrita Bhoomi offers an alternative to this deadly cycle. The centre’s educational philosophy is based largely on the teachings of Shri Subhash Palekar, the charismatic guru of “zero budget natural farming“, who teaches that a farmer doesn’t need anything other than what s/he has available locally to maximize soil fertility. The method uses home-brewed concoctions made from fresh cow dung (it must be an indigenous cow), cow urine (the older the better), jaggery (coarse palm sugar), and lentil flour to promote microbacterial growth in the soil. In Gifford’s words:

“Zero budget natural farming is amazing because it’s not top down; it’s informal, decentralized; there’s no central organizer, no revenue or paid staff, no bank account, and there are already millions of people practicing it.”

The approach is not all that unusual. Amrita Bhoomi’s director Chukki Nanjundawsamy told FoodTank last year:

“Agroecology isn’t new to Indian agriculture. The Green Revolution technologies that wiped out agroecology happened only 50 years ago. Before that, agroecology was everywhere… I’m proud of how this movement has evolved. Young farmers are joining. They know what’s going on with the agrarian crisis and are choosing agroecology as a way forward.”

Amrita Bhoomi wants to reclaim crops that once were staples in the Indian diet, such as millet, or ragi. Ragi was displaced by white rice, a more chemically responsive crop, when the Green Revolution enabled farmers to practice water-intensive, paddy-style agriculture, but Indians’ health has suffered as a result; there are 50 million cases of type 2 diabetes, the highest rate in the world, that are largely attributed to refined white rice. The centre is pioneering millet production and hoping to get it added to the public distribution system.

I was not aware that rice was more carbohydrate-intensive than other crops. I’m always wary of the charismatic, since they motivate people to do irrational things, so I’d like to see this put under a dispassionate microscope.

There is an old, old theory called Mind-Body dualism, which basically suggests that the mind, in at least some respects, is separate from the body, which implies that events impacting the body do not, at least directly, impact the mind.

Yeah, I’m neither a philosopher (it started with Aristotle and Plato) nor a biologist, but when you stick a pick axe in someone’s brain and see a change, that tells me the theory is fairly damn silly.

I was reminded of this theory while reading the second part of Andrew Sullivan’s latest tri-partite weekly column in New York, this one on the latest gender theory remarks of Katrina Karkazis:

Which draws Karkazis to this concession: “I don’t mean that T is immaterial, imaginary, or ineffectual, or that our scientific or experiential knowledge of T is completely false.” Science and human testimony can’t be explained away entirely, you see. Just almost entirely: Listening to science or individual testimony runs the risk of “naturalizing the difference [between men and women] and obfuscates how our very experience is structured by social and historical forces and the interpretive frameworks we derive from them. There is no experience outside these constitutive conditions.”

And this is her core case. Humans have no experience outside the social constructions they live in. Nature, as an entity outside those constructions, doesn’t exist, and therefore cannot be a valid form of critique. This is a world in which humans are not animals, and have never experienced natural selection, or evolved a reproductive strategy around sex. But when we observe other animals on this planet, we see their sexes programmed by millions of years of evolution for different and complementary purposes. The male tends to protect the home, fend off dangers, forage for food, while the female is oriented toward the rearing of the young. And sure enough, the males in almost all of these species have much higher testosterone than the females. And the hormone is much stronger in predicting malelike behavior than chromosomes: “Species in which the female is typically more aggressive, like hyenas in female-run clans, show higher levels of testosterone among the females than among the males. Female sea snipes, which impregnate the males, and leave them to stay home and rear the young, have higher testosterone levels than their mates. Typical ‘male’ behavior, in other words, corresponds to testosterone levels, whether exhibited by chromosomal males or females.” Meerkats also have females with slightly higher testosterone than males — and guess what? — the female is more aggressive, sharing duties in foraging and hunting. I suppose you can live your life without ever fully confronting this wider natural reality, and believe that none of this has any relevance for humankind. But seriously. Open your eyes to more than your shopworn ideology.

Karkazis then argues from my exploration of testosterone that I am inferring that the hormone “provides the biological basis for male-female hierarchies.” But that’s not what I believe at all. I believe it provides the biological basis for male-female differences, not hierarchies, and hold no case for the “superiority” of one sex to another, which is to my mind, an absurd idea. I agree that social constructionism has a part to play in how we see men and women, across time and place, but I also think it’s obvious that nature also has a big say in it. That doesn’t mean restricting any opportunities for women; it means finding a way for everyone, male and female, to live the lives they want to lead. It simply means that at some point, you won’t be surprised to find differences in behavioral and social outcomes for the two sexes, and given more formal or structural political equality, as in Scandinavia, the differences in careers and lifestyles may well become starker, going forward.

I haven’t read Karkazis, so apologies if my understanding of her arguments from Sullivan’s rebuttal is wrong. But I’m mainly reacting to Sullivan’s statements, not Karkazis’.

There’s a fundamental implication of  “provides the biological basis for male-female hierarchies” which should be reconsidered, and it’s that a biological basis provides a platform for the should statement. That is, a lot of how we tend to reason is to look at Nature and draw lessons for how we should behave. It’s a form of natural morality which derives a certain validity from the fact that it is a product of evolution, and evolution might be described as a conglomeration of success. In this example, the suggestion that there’s a biological basis for the mind being affected by testosterone is extended to suggest that men should dominate women. Karkazis, whether conscious of this or not, has chosen to deny the impact of physical processes on the mind, thus indulging in a form of mind-body dualism theory, because it appears that it doesn’t produce a conclusion compatible with her thesis that .

Giving in only slightly to Nature.

But for all that I just stated that we often look to Nature for a guide to the shoulds, humanity’s history is positively littered with cases in which we’ve gone against the dictates we might deduce from Nature. Perhaps one of the strongest examples is the entirety of the medical profession, which has obviated, perhaps only temporarily, the bloody dictates of biological evolution for the human species, which has been replaced with a social evolutionary mechanism.

Karkazis may deny the biological influences on the brain, and Sullivan seems to call for living with it, which is far more reasonable. But my suspicion is that we’ll continue to struggle against it, at least so long as we adhere to a genderless notion of justice as part of the foundation for running societies, a notion to which I see little sensible alternative. Nature has little truck with our notions of fairness, and so depending on it for guidance, however, informal, to how to behave may be a fool’s errand. We may find someday that the only way to achieve the goal of Karkazis’ is when the majority of humanity has downloaded its brains into computers, thus eliminating the, until now, inevitable biological & chemical influences to which we’re currently heir.

And then will we really be human?

My Arts Editor directs my attention to this Politico article portraying Senator Ted Cruz (R-TX) as reasonable:

Texas GOP Sen. Ted Cruz on Friday urged residents of a Chicago-area congressional district to vote for a Democrat if they must, to avoid giving even one vote to an avowed Nazi who won the GOP nomination.

Cruz’s comments, made on Twitter, came after a POLITICO story detailed the Illinois Republican Party’s failed efforts to oust Holocaust denier Arthur Jones from the ballot or offer up an alternative for Republican voters.

“This is horrific. An avowed Nazi running for Congress,” tweeted Cruz. “To the good people of Illinois, you have two reasonable choices: write in another candidate, or vote for the Democrat. This bigoted fool should receive ZERO votes.”

It’s easy enough to laugh at Senator Cruz, given his reputation as a flake, and his father’s as a theocrat. But he, and everyone else, should really consider just how extreme the Republicans have become when they cannot find a reasonable candidate in one of the more populous states of the Union, the State of Illinois.

But Senator Cruz is eliding an important implication of this nomination. The fact that Jones is running in a heavily Democratic district against a Democratic incumbent is irrelevant to a central fact of the Republican Party:

It couldn’t stop an “avowed Nazi” from winning an important nomination.

Stop and think about that for a second. Nazis are not “just another political party,” as I’ve discussed before, but a system of government dedicated to power aggrandizement, conquest, and brutality, with little or no protection for minorities, dissident points of view, or any of the other important, even critical hallmarks of the liberal democracy.

And the Republican party was unable to understand this fact, recognize Jones as having a fundamentally un-American allegiance, and not only deny him the nomination, but to kick this bum and his supporters out onto the street.

They were permitted to stay and attain an important nomination. They had the numbers to do it.

If you’re a Republican, why? Why are you still enabling this appalling development? It’s not just embarrassing – it’s a danger to the Republic (see previous link concerning Nazi government).

And, since Cruz has now spoken out against a fellow nominee for national office, I have to wonder if he’ll eventually soon go from “far-right extremist” to being run out of the Republican Party for being a … RINO.

After an absence of a few years, the hollyhocks have returned to the garden. Here’s a few pictures of the first foot soldier invasion.

While reading about one of the possible replacements for Associate Justice Kennedy, namely Judge Brett Kavanaugh, in an article in WaPo, it gives his defense of his view that the President should be permitted to defer prosecutions of himself:

U.S. Circuit Judge Brett M. Kavanaugh, a former clerk for Supreme Court Justice Anthony M. Kennedy who is viewed as one of the leading contenders to replace him, has argued that presidents should not be distracted by civil lawsuits, criminal investigations or even questions from a prosecutor or defense attorney while in office. …

Having observed the weighty issues that can consume a president, Kavanaugh wrote, the nation’s chief executive should be exempt from “time-consuming and distracting” lawsuits and investigations, which “would ill serve the public interest, especially in times of financial or national security crisis.”

If a president were truly malevolent, Kavanaugh wrote, he could always be impeached.

I’ve gotta say this view is extremely ill-considered.

First, an impeachment is not an activity that takes place without information. An investigation, such as that under the leadership of Mr. Mueller, is a critical source of information for any member of Congress who must vote on the question of the impeachment and conviction of the President. To suggest that a truly malevolent President could simply be impeached is either naive or deceitful, because malevolence is not always an obvious attribute of a person.

Second, deferral of an investigation, lawsuit, or allied legal activity until the President is no longer President is to deny justice, and, yes, it’s as simple as that. For those who proclaim justice is done when someone is convicted of a murder that occurred forty years ago, I say that’s a dish of cold, rotting fish. For those forty years, the murderer escaped punishment, and may have committed more crimes. Similarly, a President uninvestigated is encouraged in his or her malevolent pursuits.

If, as Judge Kavanaugh suggests, the press of duties is such that the President dare not be distracted, there are procedures available to relieve him temporarily of those duties, now isn’t there? The 25 Amendment comes right to mind. After all, why do we select and elect a Vice President? So he or she can sit on her duff for four years?

Rancid nonsense, Judge Kavanaugh.

If Judge Kavanaugh has not retracted his ridiculous position on this matter, then I believe that he has effectively disqualified himself from a seat on SCOTUS. Not for ideological or partisan reasons, but simply because he does not appear to be able to think.

Copromancy:

Copromancy is the art of prognostication based on examining feces. Copromancy has a long history, and is part of traditional Chinese medicine and Ayurveda. [RationalWiki]

Noted in the Feedback column of NewScientist (23 June 2018, paywall):

Feedback hasn’t given much thought to copromancy since “Dr” Gillian McKeith, who pored over potties like horoscopes, was flushed from our screens. Yet the art of fortune-smelling endures.

During last week’s summit in Singapore, North Korean leader Kim Jong-un was reported to have brought his own portable toilet, to prevent foreign agents from capitalising on his leaks. With good reason: during a visit to Moscow in 1949, Chinese leader Mao Zedong’s excreta were swiped by Soviet spies hoping to divine his personality traits. A rare occasion when staff can be congratulated for going through the motions.

And again, same column:

MORE mystery droppings: residents of the Canadian town of Kelowna are keeping one eye on the skies after sewage twice rained down, creating a sort of Rorschach blot test for jobbing copromancers. Suspicion has fallen on aircraft bound for a nearby airport. Whether the plane responsible was anxious or angry is still unknown.

Wow.

Seem quite happy in their pot.