Settled Science Update: Polar Ice Cap Edition

Hey, whaddaya know… the polar ice caps are getting thicker.

Myth of arctic meltdown: Stunning satellite images show summer ice cap is thicker and covers 1.7million square kilometres MORE than 2 years ago…despite Al Gore’s prediction it would be ICE-FREE by now.

It was a great racket while it lasted, eh Al?  As Morgan so pithily put it, liberals are seldom right, but never in doubt.  500 years of scientific discipline, wrested by brute force from man’s natural inclination to magical thinking, have been ruined in less than twenty by self-aggrandizing politicians and the sanctimonious sheep who love them.  At this point, I wouldn’t believe an “expert” if he predicted six o’clock at five thirty.  What’s the difference between Torquemada and a 21st century liberal?  You might actually be able to reason with Torquemada.

Even Squirty's finding it hard to keep the faith these days

Even Squirty’s finding it hard to keep the faith these days

This Ought to be Fun

The people pushing these laws are the same ones who find “penumbras” and “emanations” and “dog whistles” and whatnot whenever it’s politically convenient.  I wonder how long the first “here is her signed, sealed, notarized authorization for intercourse” statement holds up in court?

But the California legislation’s language becomes clearer when it specifies which situations do not constitute consent. “Lack of protest or resistance does not mean consent, nor does silence mean consent,” the bill reads. “The existence of a dating relationship between the persons involved, or the fact of a past sexual relationship, shall not provide the basis for an assumption of consent. Consent must be ongoing throughout a sexual encounter and can be revoked at any time. The existence of a dating relationship between the persons involved, or the fact of past sexual relations between them, should never by itself be assumed to be an indicator of consent.” Parties can’t consent when they’re asleep or unconscious, or incapacitated from drugs or alcohol.

Via Vox Day’s “Game” site, Alpha Game.

Remember, lunatics like Amanda Marcotte — who still believes the Duke lacrosse players are guilty and Dan Rather’s memos are real — are at the forefront of this “rape culture” hysteria.  I can’t even conceive of the circumstances under which people like her would believe the man in one of these cases….

….well, no, that’s not quite true.  I can think of one scenario.  But it’s so gross and disturbing that I caution the weaker stomachs among our readership to skip this next part.

This “affirmative consent” insanity will end when, and only when, an impeccably left-liberal individual boffs one of these feminazi she-beast bloggers with her full, informed, authorized, signed, witnessed, and notarized consent… and then backs out and claims he was raped, because she didn’t get consent.

Now, actually achieving this is a Herculean task.  I figure our side has the tech savvy to work up an unbeatable alias for a deep-cover operative.  I mean, liberals routinely fall for the ol’ “117% of the district voted, all for one party” gambit; how hard can it be?  A few Daily Kos diaries, a few photoshopped pictures at Burning Man, a “Ready for Hillary” bumper sticker on the Prius, and you’re good to go.

The problem, of course, is this….

Marcotteand this….

Lesbian_Heteronormative_Oppression_Feministand this….

Smash_Patriarchy_Slut_Walk_2014_Chicago_Feministand this….

358599871_rachel_maddow_031009_300x296_answer_1_xlargeYou get the idea.  And that is one taaaaallllll order, because remember, our sleeper (ugh!) agent has to be provably sober the entire time.  Not even aspirin, just in case. And I know lesbian sexuality doesn’t work like male sexuality, but ye gods, that’d be a struggle for Gay Nyarlathotep.

Sooooo… any patriots out there up for the challenge? I think I can speak for the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy when I say we’ll happily pay all your expenses, including a lifetime of therapy and / or a lobotomy after.  It’s the only way to stop the madness.

Stick Your Head in the Ice Bucket and Keep It There

Can I vent for just a sec about how much I hate this stupid fucking “ice bucket challenge” thing?

Here again, we see the terminal narcissism of the Millennial Generation.  Yes, ALS is a horrible disease, and I want to encourage anyone and everyone to give up to 100% of their income to anti-ALS research.

That said: It is not about you.

It is not about you.

It is NOT about you.

It is NOT about you.

It is NOT about you.




Please cut, paste, and repeat this as many times as you find necessary.  Thanks.

Still not about you.

Still not about you.

This Explains a LOT, Actually

Tim Blair, via Ace of Spades:

This is beautiful rhetoric.  It’s like boxing.  Here’s the jab — Blair quoting some puff piece on a climate activist agonistes –

Several experts suggest that the overall intersection of mental health and climate change is one we ignore at our peril.

then the crushing overhand right:

There’s a 100 per cent overlap for those particular Venn diagrams, that’s for damn sure.

Note that the following is from the puff piece:

“We can be very sure that many people in the field of climate change are distressed – highly distressed – and it can have a significant psychosocial impact on their wellbeing,” Burke said. “If you’re feeling stress, anger, guilt, anxiousness or hopelessness, it has effects on your life. Depression becomes a real risk.”

Yeah.  I think “highly distressed” covers it.  “Bugfuck insane, with a side order of Asperger’s” is what I’d call it, but then again, I’m not a shrink and don’t play one on teevee.

What…too harsh?  Then definitely don’t read Mr. Blair’s sendoff:

Are they self-harming yet? Because that would be awesome.

Squirty sez: "Oooh... burn!"

Squirty sez: “Oooh… burn!”

Chick Pitchers

Yeah, I said "pitchers," but here's a great picture anyway

Yeah, I said “pitchers,” but here’s a great picture anyway

You may have heard of Mo’Ne* Davis, the girl pitcher from one of the teams in the Little League World Series.  She is, of course, the latest proof that anything you can do I can do better.  Standard Media You-Go-Girl Story #3.2.2(a4).

I’m sure she’s a sweet kid, which makes busting this particular rotten chestnut seem extra-mean, but c’mon, people.  Y’all do know that boys and girls mature at dramatically different rates, right?

Yes yes, fine, it’s all a social construction, but every sixth-grade class in the history of the world has been socially constructed in such a way that most of the girls tower over most of the boys.  Even if they’ve managed to overcome this cisgender patriarchalist bias in the posh Upper Manhattan academies where New Soviet Men are forged New York Times writers go to junior high, the “ohmigod their star player is a girl!” storyline has been a staple of kid-lit since the 19th century.  We’re supposed to be surprised by this?

But, as always, feel free to check my work.  Here’s my fearless prediction:  Mo’Ne Davis will kick ass in Little League for at most one more year, and then she’ll either a) discover softball, or b) drop sports entirely.  Either way, she’ll never be heard from again, because by the time she’s 15, she’ll still be throwing 65mph heat while the boys on the JV squad start hitting the mid 80s.  And that will be that.

That’s all the “Little League World Series” — which, for the record, I find both silly and offensive on any number of levels — really measures, anyway: The rates at which different tranches of kids mature.  There are exactly twenty four big leaguers who have played in the LLWS.  That’s in the entire history of baseball, mind you.  And that’s not because MLB guys are playing in some other, special, secret league as kids; they play Little League just like everyone else.  It’s just that lots of boys grow into their bodies sometime after the Little League years (11-13).  Why do you think those hyper-competitive Latin American and Asian countries are always trying to sneak 15 year olds in?

I’m glad for Mo’Ne* Davis, I guess.  I hope she has fun.  But no, Virginia, she’s not going to be the first girl drafted by a major league team, she’s not going to be mowing down batters in college, or even high school.  You know, because biology.


*[sic], I think.  I can’t keep this lunacy straight. 

An Alternate Theory: Gell-Mann Amnesia

UPDATE (8/19/14):  Take it from Stacy McCain, if not from me.  My sentiments exactly.


Ace thinks the Amazing Ever-Changing Narrative re: Michael Brown comes from leftist reporters (BIRM) treating their readers like children.

The media is writing their reports like Children’s Stories because they conceive of their audience as essentially children, whom you must protect from jarring facts which might teach “the wrong lessons.”

Allow me to suggest an alternate theory: It’s the lefty reporters themselves who are the children.

Have you heard of Gell-Mann Amnesia?  It’s a coinage of the late, great Michael Crichton:

Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect works as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray [Gell-Mann’s] case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward-reversing cause and effect. I call these the “wet streets cause rain” stories. Paper’s full of them.

In any case, you read with exasperation or amusement the multiple errors in a story-and then turn the page to national or international affairs, and read with renewed interest as if the rest of the newspaper was somehow more accurate about far-off Palestine than it was about the story you just read. You turn the page, and forget what you know.

We always forget that reporters are, as a group, incredibly stupid and woefully uninformed about basic stuff.  They’re not presenting big, complicated, messy stories as Aesop’s Fables because they’re afraid their readers will draw the “wrong” conclusions.  This is literally how they themselves understand the world.  Brown’s black, the cop’s white, what more is there to say?  If they could handle nuance and ambiguity, they wouldn’t think these

BvPX1U1IMAAPttBare rubber bullets.

It’s pretty simple: The left and the media (BIRM, of course) really really really wanted George Zimmerman’s white hispanic scalp last summer.  Or, failing that, a good old fashioned race riot; either one would distract from the ongoing implosion of the entire liberal project.  Or, ideally, both — Obama could give a few thousand more speeches, and they could cover those speeches, and pronounce them supra-Churchillian and uber-Lincolneque, and wouldn’t that be just swell?

But they didn’t get either, and they’re determined not to let another golden opportunity slip away.

That’s it.  They’re petty, petulant children who can’t even grasp the extent of their own ignorance.  But we can.  Don’t fall victim to Gell-Mann Amnesia.

Musings on Suicide

So, this story

broke today. Robin Williams, aged 63 and one of America’s most beloved actors, has committed suicide. Millions are heartbroken, he was a gifted actor, his fellow stars enjoyed working with him, we’ll all miss him…blah blah blah. The president even took time out of his busy schedule of golfing, fundraising, giving speeches, and otherwise ignoring America’s problems to get in a kind word or three.


Just great.

You know what this says to me? It says, “The fame, the fortune, the adulation of millions – it just wasn’t enough for me. I couldn’t kick my drug habit and stop feeling sorry for myself, so I threw my life away. Screw you, fans.”

He became bored with life and decided to off himself.

Did those words actually come out of Robin Williams’ mouth? No, but that’s precisely what’s being said by the act of killing himself.

It’s been less than 24 hours since his body was found, and already the Internet is abuzz with talk about what a great guy he was, what a tragedy this is, and so on and so forth. My Facebook feed is cluttered with people crying over it.

You know what? I’m going to go against the grain here. Screw that guy. Screw him. Screw Robin Williams. I don’t feel sorry for him and I’m not calling his death anything other than what it actually is – a waste.

And it’s the worst kind of waste – the self-inflicted kind. The guy at least $50 million, had a long string of high profile credits earned over a four-decade career in film and television, and the adulation of millions. It wasn’t enough, apparently. He’d spent most of his life battling drug and alcohol addiction – in and out of rehab – and when he couldn’t sack up and get over his issues, he decided death was the answer.

Is Robin Williams the first celebrity to have a drug problem? Certainly not – it seems like most of them have at one time or another. We all can come up with the names of those who died of overdoses, from Jimi Hendrix to Amy Winehouse and hundreds of others. But those people died in an accidental way. They made poor choices. So did Williams, but unlike the others, he actually sought death. He willfully and intentionally killed himself.

Williams is guilty of murder – the murder of self. He took life – a great gift, one being denied right now by evil men such as the blood-soaked terrorists plaguing Christian communities in Iraq. Denied 3,000 times/day in American abortion mills. And threw it away. He threw away not only life itself, but also the other gifts God had given him: acting talent in such quantity as to earn him $50 million (and that’s just what he still had at the end, not what he actually raked in over the years). He was an international acting sensation, a man millions upon millions of people wanted to meet, wanted to emulate, wanted to honor just because he’d done such a good job entertaining them.


Can you get your head around that? I’m having trouble with it, personally.

Suicide is a despicable, disgusting act – one of the most hateful and selfish things a person can do. No matter what kind of signs there were (or weren’t) there before, what kind of notes of explanation might be left behind, the bereaved will never feel like they have the answer to the two big questions – “Why did this happen?” and “Was there something I could have done to prevent this?”

Now, a friend on FB criticized me for my remarks. She said that while she agreed with me, that I was long on judgment and short on compassion for Mr Williams. You know what I said to her?

What can I say? Suicide angers and disgusts me. My uncle took a troubled youth into his home and showered him with kindness. The little punk repaid him by stealing his handgun, blowing his own head off, and leaving his body for my aunt to find.

And I’m watching my dad – who is about the same age as Williams – struggle with addiction to the same drugs, and depression – and go on and on about how life isn’t worth living – when he’s surrounded by people who love him, and more money than I’ve ever seen. So forgive me if I’m coming up short on “compassion” today.

Compassion is great, but I reserve it for people who’ve been dealt a bad hand in life – who suffer through no fault of their own – especially those who don’t lose their optimism and their faith in God despite that suffering. Those are the people who are truly worth our compassion. Right now, I’m feeling compassion toward Robin Williams’ wife and family and the fans of his movies, not the man himself.

I don’t have compassion for people who commit suicide. It’s a crime against God, who is our Creator and our Maker. He’s the one who formed us together in the womb and is willing to walk beside us all the days of our lives, no matter how good or bad it gets (Psalm 23 comes to mind here). Our bodies are not our own, but belong to our Creator (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). Williams violated the covenant God has made with all men – to be born, to live, and to die on God’s timeline and according to His prerogative – not our own.

Robin Williams failed to place his faith, trust, and hope in our Lord, in Jesus, the one who promised He would be with us always, even to the end of the age. He destroyed the body God created for him. He willfully chose to use drugs and alcohol. He willfully chose not to use the resources available to him in such a way as to beat addiction for good.

So rest in peace, Robin Williams. And screw you.

Checking My Work

I know at least 2 of our 3 regular readers don’t like it when I talk about onrushing fascism.  But the good news is, you can check my work!  If one understands the appeal of fascism, as I believe I do, and knows something of its history, one should be able to predict fairly accurately how it will manifest itself here.  So let me take a stab at one particular manifestation.

First, read this.  Or, if you don’t want to skim the whole thing, read this:

The economy declines, jobs leave for other climes, the petroyuan looms, college graduates crushed by debt find no work, the middle class shrinks, and the young begin to live perforce with their parents. Times of diminishing expectations are dangerous.

City after city joins the ranks of the bankrupt, semiliterate, corrupt black Bantustans which by honest naming would be called Lower Third World. Their culture is utterly alien to that of Eurowhites. Across the open border to the south pour huge waves from the Latino slums, less alien to Eurowhites, less hostile, but nonetheless threatening to form yet another country within a country. The Third World proportion of America closes rapidly on a full third. Despite desperate attempts to impose multicultural harmony, experience shows that widely disparate peoples who do not like each other do not enjoy happy endings. My country ‘tis of three, sweet land of dystrophy….

Fascism, and especially Nazism, were social movements long before they were political movements.  The Friekorps from which the Nazis grew were primarily anti-Bolshevik, not anti-Semitic.  The Nazis conflated the two, of course — not without reason — but the pall of unease that hung over all of Weimar had much more to do with democracy and decadence than anything else.  In those conditions, the appeal of discipline, of goals, of men who are openly and proudly for something that wasn’t either foreign (Jewish) eggheadery or effete decadence can’t be overstated.

So: Remember the Promise Keepers?  The media and the left (BIRM) couldn’t scream loud enough that their gatherings were the new Nuremberg Rallies (a search of NOW’s archives is also instructive, though all those links are conveniently dead).   And that was back in the 1990s, when the economy was strong, the borders were less porous, and the Muslim fanatics who were trying to murder us were only intermittently succeeding, so nobody was listening.  (It helped that one of their founders, Colorado University football coach Bill McCartney, was an outspoken badthinker with a zipper problem).

Note well:  I am not saying that the Promise Keepers were Nazis, or that they are Nazis (it seems they still exist).  All things considered, they look like a pretty decent group of guys to me.  But note their mission.  Note their values.  Note the media’s all-out efforts to smear them.  And, most importantly, note the timing.

A family-n-values social organization had deep mass appeal in the nineteen nineties, a.k.a. the most prosperous and secure decade in the history of the human race.  Opposition to politicized “diversity” and militant homosexualism was filling football stadiums twenty years ago, back when nobody had ever heard of “gay marriage” and our president, loathsome as he was, at least pretended to care about the country he ruled, and wasn’t importing the Third World as fast as their tubercular lungs could move them.

There will be another Bill McCartney, with less emphasis on the peace-n-love dimension of Jesus’s teachings and a lot more of the fire and brimstone and righteous anger.  And when the press goes all-in trying to smear him, and paint his followers as Nazis, and accuse him of using racial and sexual code words, and of trying to turn America’s white young men into patriotic little robots, he’s going to say: “Yeah.  So?”

This will cause the entire media-industrial complex to explode…. and gain him about a zillion new followers.

Maybe I’m wrong.  I don’t think so.  But it’s easy to prove it if I am.  I give it five to ten years — faster if we’re dumb enough to elect Hillary! (you can guess which way I’m betting), a little slower if a Romney clone wins in 2016.