Thursday, February 12, 2004
WEIRDO ROOMMATE CONSPIRACY THEORIES NOs. 2-4
George Bush: Cloned Alien Caesar
The latest gems from my peculiar friend:
Claim: Dick Cheney's whereabouts during the 9/11 attacks are officially unknown, the reason being that he was off personally piloting the aircraft by remote control into the buildings.
Claim: George Bush Jr. is a bioengineered clone of George Bush Sr.. The evidence? "They look so much alike," and powerful world leaders have access to all sorts of Secret Advanced Technology.
Claim: President George Bush is a direct descendent of Roman Emperor Julius Caesar. The evidence? Bush "looks just like him" if you picture him in a toga, and like Caesar he's trying to take over the world. Also, on a TV show someone referred to the Bush Family as "blue bloods," which of course is a codeword for Reptilians, of which Julius Caesar was one.
Response: No comments this time, I'm just posting these because they are too hilarious to pass up. (And no, I'm not making these claims up!)
(Previous entry in this series)
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
TECHNOPHOBIA VS TECHNOPHILIA
Roger Kimball of The New Criterion offers his thoughts on the moral challenges of our accelerating technological powers. Some excerpts:
We had better start answering these questions fast, because the freight train keeps speeding down the track...
POETRY WEDNESDAY *
* With apologies to Eve.
TROTS IN SPACE
Here's an amusing article on Juan Posadas, Trotskyist revolutionary and paranormal enthusiast. Combining his Marx with the X-Files, he proferred apocalyptic nuclear war as the ultimate tool for ushering in the communist utopia, saw UFOs as the pinnacle of intergalactic communism, and thrilled to the possibilities of communication with dolphins. Not to be missed.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
BOOK REVIEW: DESTRUCTIVE GENERATION
In case you didn't notice, I despise the Sixties, but also admire a now-chastened figure of that time, David Horowitz. Given that combination I couldn't pass up reading the book that he and Peter Collier wrote about the Sixties, Destructive Generation: Second Thoughts About the '60s. Written after both had firmly rejected the Left (first edition in 1989, the one I read), it offers a loose collection of personal and group portraits, polemical histories, and autobiographical reflections.
The first section, "The Dancers and the Dance," begins with a sympathetic portrait of Fay Stender, an idealistic and naïve radical lawyer who defended the Black Panthers and their ilk. Too sheltered and callow to realize her clients' ingrained criminality and its significance, her romantic foolishness was ultimately thanked with a hail of bullets that left her severely disabled. Having lost the support she might otherwise have had due to listening to the lies of the counterculture about relationships and life, the trauma and disillusion of the incident soon led to suicide. Misguided as she was, Stender at least had my sympathy, unlike the people next discussed: The Weathermen. The antics of this repulsive group of lunatics left me almost physically ill, especially with knowing that surviving members such as Bernardine Dohrn and Bill Ayers have never renounced their actions. The remaining chapters are less interesting explorations of veterans and criminality.
The second section, "Second Thoughts," moves on to polemical histories. Most interesting was "Radical Innocence, Radical Guilt," which discusses the Left's sidestepping of the bloody aftermath of the US withdrawal from Vietnam and later atrocities by its beloved Third World revolutionaries. It contains an extended critique of Noam Chomsky which is excerpted here. Truly damning stuff. The chapter also quotes this statement Che Guevara made on July 11, 1964 (presumably in Cuba) that I simply have to repeat:
Somehow I don't think we'll be seeing that on the back of those trendy Che t-shirts any time soon...
There is also a wryly amusing chapter on how Leftists have wrecked the once quiet and prosperous town of Berkeley from the Sixties through the present. See my previous post for a taste of it. Another passage also caught my eye, this time regarding the Leftist Berkeley activists' cynical use of the student vote to forward their schemes:
This is exactly what I've seen here the last few years in our County elections, with liberals trying to secure the potentially tens of thousands of votes the campus represents to catapult into power over the sizable conservative constituency in the rest of the county. North county activists, who are mainly vintners and farmers, are in fact frequently heard blaming the campus vote for electing officials who screw them over.
The third section, "Self Portraits," are autobiographical essays by Collier and Horowitz. These would be a good inclusion in any case since they personalize the events of the time, but are especially worthwhile because they describe the realizations and reflections that led these two to first reconsider and then abandon their membership in the Left. I had already read Horowitz' section as (if I remember correctly) it is included in his autobiography Radical Son, but Collier's piece was new and perhaps the more interesting of the two.
Overall, the book is a good read, and a fascinating way to delve into the mindset of Sixties radicalism. It is also very timely in that, not at all surprisingly, it is a not-too-distant mirror of the attitudes and rhetoric seen on the Left since the September 11 attacks. It is yet more evidence suggesting that the anti-war crowd is indeed a combination of aging Sixties holdovers and their naive youthful admirers.
Destructive Generation also repeatedly brought back to me the wisdom to be found in Edmund Burke's Reflections on the Revolution in France, as exemplified by passages from Burke such as this one on the revolutionary mindset:
Perhaps if the Sixties generation had read more Burke and less Mao and Fanon, we would not be faced with still trying to recover from all the destruction they wrought.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
THE REALITY OF "PEOPLE'S PARK"
One can document the civic decline caused by the radical assault on Berkeley by meticulous study of the archives of the last quarter-century... Or one can simply take a stroll through People's Park, a place that has always symbolized the radical dream. A great many fatuous statements have been made about this place, both at the time when it caused a municipal apocalypse and since. (In a recent book, Berkeley activist Todd Gitlin called it a little piece of "anarchist heaven on earth... the one tantalizing trace of the good society.") Yet to visit People's Park now is to see the radical dream revealed for what it is: a place ruled by the desperate and the derelict -- not just the beaten and disoriented homeless but an underclass of predators who appear especially after nightfall.
The Berkeley police department must periodically issue warnings urging students to be careful when going near this place, because of the threat of muggings and rape. The fittest who have survived here are not hippie horticulturalists planting peace, love, and good vibes, but drug dealers taking care of business.
--- Peter Collier and David Horowitz, Destructive Generation: Second Thoughts About the '60s