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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Gott in Himmel! Richard Gott, writing in the Guardian, is harsh towards the Prime Minister: By seeking to appease ... the principal threat to world peace at the time, he only succeeded in encouraging that country's appetite for aggression and expansionism.In this case the Prime Minister referred to wasn't Tony Blair but Neville Chamberlain, who features in Mr Gott's book called The Appeasers, and the country referred to is Germany in the 1930s. However Mr Gott does have strong views regarding Mr Blair. Having written a book about how the folly of appeasement encourages the appetite for aggression and expansionism of countries that are a threat to world peace you might think that Mr Gott would be keen on firm action. And you'd be right! Blair is a war criminal who should be locked up behind bars without a vote, not standing for election.Mr Gott is not a man who minimises the threat, either. Blair has followed in his footsteps, and is destined for the same place in history's hall of infamy. Like Chamberlain, he is an arrogant and God-fuelled appeaser, the unseemly ally of an unbridled country that presents a global threat similar to Germany in the 1930s.The United States 2005 = Germany 1939. Wait a minute, doesn't that make Bush the same as... No, that cannot be. Left-wingers only say that sort of thing in slanderous right-wing caricatures. I must say, "God-fuelled" is a good choice of adjective that subliminally adds environmental unsoundness to Blair's other crimes. One does feel that it would have been fairer to have at least given Blair credit for the fact that he is C of E and hence fills his tank with Unleaded God. Despite his name Mr Gott does not appear to be a fan of God, and elsewhere in the article is much peturbed by Blair having a hotline to Him and generally thinking himself the chosen agent of the Almighty. I really think Mr Gott ought to have more sympathy with those taking orders from a Higher Power, seeing that in the good old days Mr Gott himself was the chosen agent of the KGB. I am glad to see the old boy has been reconciled with the Guardian, where he used to be Latin America correspondent and Features Editor. How forgiving of the present editor to take him back after his predecessor so rudely ejected him. A Time Lord goes into politics. Beware spoilers! When the first episode of the two-part Dr Who series that has just finished came out I loved it. I also liked the second episode, "World War Three", but less so. There was a foolish anti-Tony Blair crack near the end that gave it relevance to Biased BBC, so I posted about it there. There are some entertaining comments to that post about evil profit-making aliens and the appalling fact that we seem to have surrendered our independent deterrent to the UN several years ago. It is a pity that one quip obscured the many good aspects of the episode. I particularly liked the way that minor characters such as Mickey and Rose's mother were rounded out. (I agree with Joe Newbery, quoted by Patrick Crozier in the post linked to below, that the Doctor himself should not be rounded out.) Mickey's quiet refusal of the chance to see the galaxy was touching. He stepped out of being a joke character and became a person with self-knowledge. It was sad, too, when Rose's mother pleaded with her not to go. The Doctor was rather a git about that, wasn't he? He could at least have stayed for the meal and done something to reassure her. That he did not was believable: Time Lords don't do reassurance, hugs, phatic communication, or shepherd's pie. They do do status, which is why the Doctor's tact returned when it came to saving Mickey's pride. He made a big show of refusing to have Mickey on board on the grounds that he was a "liability": better to be thought a klutz than a coward. Patrick Crozier says: Doctor Who has always been profoundly political. The Daleks are the Nazis. Davros is Hitler. The Sun Makers (a Tom Baker-era story) was all about sky-high taxes. The Sea Devils is all about the Ulster Troubles. It is one of the great strengths of science fiction that it is much easier to discuss political issues than it is with straight drama. That an episode might try to make an (apparently) left-wing point should come as no surprise. You can’t expect it to go all your own way.I commented: There is a big difference between using SF to examine the underlying structure of a political situation without the distraction of one’s present allegiances (e.g. the Sea Devils series, as you say) and the kind of over-topical political reference that does the opposite, jolts one into remembering one’s present allegiances - and forgetting about the story. The former can succeed in dramatic terms for me even when I don’t like the politics. The latter would be likely to fail even if I agreed with the politics.There was one part of the politics that did not have the approval of my anarcho-capitalist side but which had me cheering anyway: when the MP, Harriet Jones, takes charge as the only elected person there, and in the name of the people commands the Doctor to go ahead and do whatever it takes. You tell him, lady! His initial hesitation may have added to the drama but still came across as pointless. Rose's chances of seeing the next morning were obviously increased, not decreased, by his taking action. A scriptwriter who was fully on the job and not wasting his very considerable talents kissing the BBC top brass better after the Hutton Report would have contrived some way to give this pseudo-dilemma two proper horns. My husband was impressed by the way that the viewer couldn't tell who was going to live and die. No one wore the red shirt. In the first episode the lady pathologist looked done for but she survived. That nice private secretary to the PM did not. Sergeant Price scarpered at the right moment and presumably made it, too. On second thoughts, maybe you could tell he was going to: Russell T. Davies also wrote Mine All Mine and Swansea boys always look out for each other. A few unclassifiable pros and cons: - Nearly all those scenes when the Doctor made a joke before escaping were played too slowly. The soldiers had time to shoot him before the lift doors closed, especially since his joke telegraphed what he was going to do. Every time he stopped to negotiate with the Slitheen they had time to hook him by the throat with those big claws of theirs and crunch his bones like matchwood but for some reason preferred to chat. - The news scenes were convincing. Andrew Marr played himself without exaggeration. I laughed when Rose and the Doctor ended up going home to watch the crisis on TV like everyone else. - It was ridiculous that the Slitheen could be liquefied by acetic acid. Ridiculous, but in keeping with the traditions of Dr Who. There really ought to have been some foreshadowing of this. Perhaps the policeman-Slitheen could have shouted at a subordinate for eating chips with vinegar on duty. - A well-thought-out touch to end the show was that Mickey was given a computer virus to wipe all mention of the Doctor from the internet. Yes. That is what would happen. Monday, April 25, 2005
Remembering Gallipoli. To commemorate ANZAC Day Tim Blair has a selection of links about the doomed Gallipoli landings. Of the Australian troops who were there, Joseph Stratford was probably the first to die. Alex Campbell was the last to live. For all the time I have spent arguing that the "lions led by donkeys" myth of the First World War is a myth, and a harmful one, I still feel about the First World War much as Sean Gabb does. He wrote: I began this jotting with the intention of saying something smart and clever about today's anniversary. But there is nothing smart and clever to be said. When I contemplate the events that unrolled between the 28th June and the 4th August 1914, I become a child again, in the audience of a pantomime. I want to cry out to the person on stage - "Look behind you!" "Don't go there!", "He's coming for you!". But there is nobody out there to listen.None of their descendants can truly project themselves into the minds of that generation, who, as they went to war, thanked God that they would have the chance to fight. No one now, however patriotic, however convinced of the rightness and necessity of a war, can say dulce et decorum est pro patria mori without uncertainty, irony, regret. It was not sweet to die. It remains fitting to remember the dead. To that end I am going to post again something I first posted in 2002, an excerpt taken from the Anzacs.org website: I wasn't aware that there were British soldiers at Gallipoli. Who were they?Allow me to repeat, too, what I said in that earlier post: "I don't think it diminishes the Anzacs' memory in any way to point this out. Their dauntless courage was acknowledged by all who saw it." The Australians and New Zealanders rightly honour their Gallipoli dead. So do the Turks, who fought bravely on the other side. Why do we in Britain forget? Plonkers unaware of their plonkerdom: a particular peril for seamen. Andrew Duffin writes: I do a bit of sailing. Well quite a lot actually.As it happens the guy who pointed out the first link to me is a sailor too. Sailing is a complex activity that can go horribly wrong. Contrariness prompts me to say that there are times when it pays not to know too much. War is also a complex activity that can go horribly wrong. Would it have helped or hindered 2 Para at the battle of Goose Green to have known that their 450 men were pitted against 1,600? I know, I know. The odd counter-example does not disprove the rule: it generally pays to have accurate knowledge. And to make a habit of seeking it. Sunday, April 24, 2005
For all I know the elevated sense of humour of those of the Middle Kingdom does maintain a harmonious parallelity etc. I would be delighted to discover the existence of a Chinese work that made play with what Belloc would have called "the English convention in the Chinese tongue." How, or if, I could ever appreciate it would be another matter. It took me most of my life to get some of the jokes in Astérix chez les Bretons. "However entrancing it is to wander through a garden of bright images," as Wimsey said to Harriet Vane in Holloway Gaol as she stood trial for her life, "are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?" Angie Schulz of Machinery of Night writes regarding this post: You pointed to the .net guy's list of questionsSomeone swore blind to me that in Germany, if you want to sell your house, the law demands that you paint all the walls white even if your purchaser adores your wallpaper. - NS Perhaps rattlesnake venom is used to treat some disorder, and the person wants to ensure that he has access to a supply?If Angie can be sporting enough to admit when she was taken in, so can I. When I saw this passage about the Iraqi election - It's easy to hail the courage of the purple-fingered sheep who sashayed to the voting centers under the protection of armed U.S. soldiers- quoted on some blog I went haring over to the site in a fury ready to make the author taste the Wrath of Natalie. Going back a few years, when first some few words from the sublime Kai Lung entranced my eyes (albeit in the ignoble guise of discourse between imaginary persons in the tales of Wimsey, a barbarian lordling), untrammelled was my rejoicing to discover this evidence (as I thought it) that the elevated sense of humour of those of the Middle Kingdom maintained such a harmonious parallelity to that of the unworthy one before you. Friday, April 22, 2005
Department of Health recycles paper shock. What a pointless non-story this is: Petition to save ward dumped in skip. "The Department of Health today promised an investigation after a petition to save a hospital's children's ward was dumped in a skip," says the Daily Mail, and goes on to say how shocked all the signers were and how contrite the authorities were and how disappointing the entire situation is. What were they meant to do with it, bury it with full military honours? Or keep it lovingly in the basement along with every other petition, letter, memo, report or minute ever sent their way, like an old granny with a drawer containing every Christmas card she has ever received? I've worked in the civil service. If the DoH tried that it would soon be overwhelmed by paper and cease to function... My goodness, it has only this minute come to me how monstrous the behaviour of the Department has been. Don't let them rest until they change their wicked ways. Holding firm against the shifting winds of doctrine. Not the pope. Harry from Harry's Place. Edited highlights from a comments thread from a post about one of the greatest strangeness of these ill-starred days: Tariq Ali, Liberal Democrat: Just out of interest Harry, what were your politics in 1972? were you a member of the Labour party? did you believe in supporting the US army that was bringing "democracy" to Vietnam at the time? Are you unskilled and unaware of it? This is a paper about how the inability to know when one is incompetent is a major part of incompetence. Frightening stuff. Those people who mocked Donald Rumsfeld's "But there are also unknown unknowns – the ones we don’t know we don’t know" did not know as much as they thought they did. UPDATE: A helpful person has written in to say that the link provided gives horrible formatting with the Mozilla Firefox browser. Here is one that doesn't. They don't have lawyers in Oz. The authors of these quotes, officials (we are assured) of an unnamed Australian tourist organisation, are touchingly devoted to the promotion of harmonious relations between the different parts of the Anglosphere. Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Lots of fuss about the new pope having been a member of the Hitler Youth at the age of 14. Big deal. By then it was compulsory. And he was, like, 14. In point of fact Britain came close to making membership of a youth organisation compulsory during the war. "A year later it seemed as if the State was about to take a further step - compelling young people to belong to youth organizations. This was to be the first stage in the introduction of pre-military training. However, the practical and ideological questions were such that, the resulting Circular 1577 (Board of Education, 1941) simply required all young people aged 16 and 17 to register with their LEA. Young people were also to be interviewed and advised as to how they might spend their leisure time and of the local opportunities for them to give voluntary help to the war effort. This was usually done under the auspices of local youth committees. At first there was an attendance rate nationally of around 70 per cent. But as people began to realize the interview was not compulsory, the rate dropped, and the system was gradually dismantled as pressure for a paramilitary training scheme disappeared."I don't mean to minimise the vast gulf between making people join the Hitler Youth and thinking about making them join the Boy Scouts. But, given the deeply statist climate of opinion throughout and just after the war, I'm sometimes amazed that we in Britain did as well as we did in maintaining our liberties. Rather puts the present generation to shame, doesn't it? UPDATE: Interesting Jerusalem Post story which I found via Random Jottings, Ratzinger a Nazi? Don't believe it. He wasn't a hero. But (have I mentioned this?) he was only 14. ANOTHER RANDOM THOUGHT: Why is everyone so much more worked up about his having been in the Hitler Youth than in the Wehrmacht? Maybe it's because he eventually deserted from the army, or maybe because everyone knows that you couldn't say "no thanks" to an invitation to join the Wehrmacht. Maybe it's just the vivid mental image that the words "Hitler Youth" call up. Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I am a little bit sozzled, actually. It is a mistake to bolg while you are sozzled. Last time I did it I produced a post to which - gosh even when sozzled I can still say to which in that posh way, good for me - I am far too ashamed to link, in which (good for me again) I linked to a news story which I then described in terms which bore no resemblance whatsoever to reality. Anyway, even though I am a pretty ropey sort of Catholic I raise a glass to Pope Benedict, seems a pretty good egg, and Cathilocosm genererally. Anyway. Short Primers on Free Trade versus Fair Trade. Tim Worstall has written an article for the Globalisation Institute called "Trade is what humans do." He also writes that if I can point him in the direction of a specific Christian Aid advert he'll have a go at refuting it, and adds "No charge :-)" That would be cool, if you can find a moment. I'll fish out that copy of the Guardian and post it in the next few days. He also points out this interesting blog by a development professional who is not a complete free trader, "Owen's Musings." Owen talks about Christian Aid's advert here. Prompted by the same impulse my regular correspondent A.R.C. has composed some arguments addressed to Christians: 'Make Poverty History' is Christian Aid's stated goal. Christians who want to make poverty history must be prepared to learn from the history of poverty; what causes it and what cures it. Christians know that greed is a sin, and that sacrificing it to the needs of the poor is a duty. However we also know that the ultimate sin is not greed but pride. We must be prepared to sacrifice our pride to the needs of the poor, not just our comfort. Sacrificing pride in this case means sacrificing prejudices.ARC's piece is aimed at a different audience from what I had in mind. That's no criticism and no problem - this isn't a zero sum game, either! The first line is eminently quotable. A coda to a coda. On March 27 1945 the last V2 rocket of World War II landed on Hughes Mansions, a tenement block in Stepney, East London. At that time many Jews lived in the East End and most of the 134 people killed were Jewish. If Hitler ever got to hear of that perhaps it cheered him up in the bunker. But that coda to his symphony of hate now has a little coda of its own. Last Sunday the Guardian's Jonathan Freedland went to Hughes Mansions to mourn his grandmother and his mother's aunt, both among those killed by the bomb. People were choked with emotion from the start; they had come back to the spot where they had seen brothers, sisters, parents and friends die. They were expecting to feel sorrow. What they did not bargain for was fear.Freedland's impression was that the attacks weren't so much anti-Oona King (the local pro-Iraq War Labour MP) as anti-Jewish. I was there and I must confess it did not look like an attack on Oona King to me. She was not especially visible, and no slogans were chanted or words uttered - as surely they would have been if this was merely a stance against King's support of the Iraq war.One young man said it was nothing to do with politics or religion: Instead, Syed explained, the area was overcrowded and rundown. "There's a lot of aggression." The result is that when the police show up they get pelted. If even a resident drives in with a newly clean car, he'll get "egged". Here was a group of outsiders, so they got the treatment too. His friend Bokkar Ali added: "They're just kids having a laugh. They do it to everyone."Replace "Muslim" with "white" and you have a line straight from the British National Party songbook. Even if, as Jonathan Freedland speculates, the average is somewhere between the two views expressed, that's a pretty poor average after thirty years of official anti-racism. What's to be done? Sadly, a potential for communal hatred seems to be an ineradicable part of human nature. But like other evils it can be inflamed or damped down depending on conditions of society. We could do worse than try the strategy for racial harmony that has worked comparatively well for Britain before, and has worked in other countries too. Strict equality before the law. (I call that a "strategy for racial harmony" for convenience but in fact the principle uppermost in its practitioners' minds is individual justice, not racial anything.) No government recognition for ethnic groups, still less government support targeted at any particular group as a group*, however poor that group is. Why not? Because competing for state bounty is a zero-sum game that sets groups against each other. In my opinion - though I doubt Jonathan Freedland, or, perhaps, the author of the first link, would agree - government bounty also tends to make and keep its recipients dependent, ghettoized and poor. One reason for my saying that the old "strategy" for racial tolerance worked better (despite all that Oswald Mosley could do) than the present one is that the survivors and descendants of the near-final spasm of Nazism represented by that last V2 no longer live in tenement blocks. They moved up and out. In general they are now prosperous, educated and integrated. In contrast the present system keeps the present occupants of Hughes Mansions (the block was rebuilt but is now sadly decayed) stuck there, mentally and economically. *I'm no supporter of individual government bounty, either. But group bounty is worse than individual because it engenders hostility as well apathy. Iraq's mass graves - a report by the New York Times. "At least 290 grave sites containing the remains of some 300,000 people have been found since the American invasion two years ago, Iraqi officials say." Monday, April 18, 2005
Kids want a children's champion! Over at Biased BBC I have a dramatic offering concerning the battle to appoint a Children's Commissioner for England that I humbly present to my public. Odd bits of Wordsworth also available. I gather old Willie W spent most of his life revising the Prelude. I've been fiddling with this one on and off since March, which isn't quite so bad. My struggles were nothing compared to those of England's children. Friday, April 15, 2005
And gentlemen in England now abed / Shall think themselves accursed they were not here. There will be a public debate on free trade versus fair trade tonight in St Margaret's Church, Westminster. At ten to midnight, as it happens. (So the anti-globos can have a candlelit weep-in round Parliament afterwards.) Sean Gabb and Alex Singleton will fight the good fight while lesser souls like me sleep. Short and Sweet. Tim Worstall writes: You say you are looking for short and sweet pieces explaining free trade and why it's a good idea.People who read Christian Aid adverts in the Guardian and believe them. I mean, everything from Ricardo, Smith and so on is contained in the phrase:Hmmm. I meant a bit longer than that and more targeted to the concerns of 2005... actually I'm sure I would have found all sorts of suitable stuff by now if I hadn't been busy with real life. Perhaps I should do as he says and write it myself. If I decline Tim's delicate hint that his professional services as a writer are at my disposal it is not from any doubt as to the excellence of his skills or the reasonableness of his fees, still less for the flattering reason he also suggests, but because the TV broke and, having ordered a new one, so we. Anyone wanting an RSS feed for this blog can get one by going to its mirror site, 'Nother Solent, kindly provided by an anonymous benefactor. I've also added a link to 'Nother Solent at the top of the sidebar, a thing I should have done ages ago. UPDATE: I feel bad that I haven't fixed the RSS feed on my blogspot residence, which David Janes kindly provided ages ago. I feel even worse when I read this: My aquarium lost its first fish: one of three Clown Loaches. The problem with these little buggers is that they like to pretend to be dead all the time so I never noticed this one being particularly ill. I tried my best to get him well today but it never really looked that hopeful. This is not another post about interest rates. "The question that I really don't know the answer to is whether high interest rates actually hinder development. Maybe, by discouraging foolish prestige projects, they help it. On the other hand sensible people who want loans for sensible projects pay the price for the folly of their compatriots."The same reader as before now writes: Ahh, that's far more complex.Yes, I know I said this was not about interest rates. I lied. Chirac lets the cat out of the bag - according to the BBC. This, if not a mistranslation, is a startling admission. A BBC account of yesterday's debate on French TV says of Chirac that: "He said it would be in the interest of Anglo-Saxon countries or the US to stop 'European construction.'"Emphasis added. If this is true it's dynamite. However I am not sure it is true. The construction "Anglo-Saxon countries or the US" seems odd. Apart from us, that's Canada, Australia, New Zealand etc. Can he really think they are a factor? The EU referendum blog doesn't mention those words in this post so maybe it's just some BBC journo's C grade French O-Level talking. What did the old boy really say? Armed with my trusty French dictionary, a-hunting I shall go. UPDATE: Having carried out a rather desultory search I think this was a poor paraphrase or conflation of two things he said about the need to oppose the current towards an Anglo-Saxon, Atlanticist kind of Europe and that great powers naturally seek to impose their will. Thursday, April 14, 2005
Yesterday Sprog Minor started reading this blog over my shoulder. I had to click the minimise button fast because the last two posts had bad words in them. Sternly, determinedly, joyously, I made a resolution to clean up this blog! It's a shame this came along the very next day. "Mondays with George" is not kid-safe, work-safe, offensiveness-filter safe or reading-while-drinking-safe. (Via Meryl Yourish.) (Still gonna clean up the blog a little bit. I resolve that from now on that the doubtful bits will be confined to the decent obscurity of a learned hyper-text markup language.) Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Interest rates and the Third World. A reader writes, regarding my statement in the previous post that I did not know enough to comment on high rates of interest on loans as a reason for world inequality: As this reader implies, I did know something about this, although I could not have explained it so clearly. The question that I really don't know the answer to is whether high interest rates actually hinder development. Maybe, by discouraging foolish prestige projects, they help it. On the other hand sensible people who want loans for sensible projects pay the price for the folly of their compatriots. What is brought out well in this reader's explanation is that if you want to put a one-line explanation of the effects of interest rates on third world poverty in your textbook, the phrase "third world countries are bad credit risks" would be far more informative than "high rates of interest on loans." Most sixteen year olds, the target audience for a GCSE revision guide, will regard interest rates either as an inexplicable natural phenomenon or as an act of malice directed against defenceless Third Worlders by wicked usurers. In the end my position is that interest rates should be as disaggregated as possible, and, of course, should not be manipulated by politicians, so they fulfil their function of transmitting useful information about risk. UPDATE: The EU Serf writes: I have a little experience of a high interest rate economy. What basically happens is: Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The new established church: GCSE Religious Studies and the Christian Aid worldview. In December last year I promised to look over some RE textbooks, and, assuming I passed repeated SAN rolls, tell you about them. As it happens this ties in well with the the topic currently keeping me awake at night and blogging in the day: anger at Christian Aid. So here is a religious studies textbook: Letts Revise GCSE: Religious Studies. Boys and girls, let us turn to page 130. Extracts from the book are in italics. The only place untouched by that thought is the ghetto of the Christian Left.
Ouch. Patrick Crozier writes Yes, this is one of my little eccentricities. At the time of writing my home page and RSS feeds are in reverse chronological order - just like every other bleedin’ blog in the world (except yours Natalie because yours doesn’t have a feed when are you going to get that sorted out - it’s only a couple of clicks you know).What bloggers such as Patrick do not realise is that I do not go into my template and fix things in the facile, patriarchal way they do - you know, just fiddle for a minute and fix the problem - rather I first achieve a state of perfect spiritual calm and then code from my centre. Of course there are days when perfect spiritual calm eludes me. Monday, April 11, 2005
The Coming General Election. This blog's coverage of the election will be all you have come to expect. Indecisive. Against the tide. Alex Singleton has written a valuable report, "Trade Justice or Free Trade" that explains why the protectionism advocated by Christian Aid etc. would be a disaster for the Third World. I'm looking for even shorter, even more accessible pieces of writing that could make the case for free case to people with no background in economics. Know of any? Because the way things are going at the moment does not look good. If protectionism wins out again, as it did before, it will, of course, prove as harmful as it did before. But that phrase "as it did before" disproves any vain hopes about the inevitable triumph of reason in human affairs. Friday, April 08, 2005
"Railtrack was not our baby," says Patrick Crozier, referring to all this. When writing about Railtrack I feel rather like Lord Palmerston on the Schleswig-Holstein issue who said something like: “There are only three people in Europe who understand it. Of those, one is dead, one has gone mad and the other has forgotten it.”Read the whole thing. Patrick also says my wish is his command, which is convenient for me (you never know, I might want a dragon slain one day), but not terribly libertarian. If I command him to put the newest posts at the top like every other bleedin' blog in the world are you listening boyo, will he obey? Thursday, April 07, 2005
Objectively pro-starvation. If you care about your fellow human beings, and particularly if you are a Christian who wants to obey Jesus's commandment to love your neighbour as yourself, don't give money to Christian Aid. When the nice lady comes round to collect the envelope, say why. I'm not suggesting that you be rude - look, I was once a collector for Christian Aid myself - but gently let her know that you don't want any more people to die unnecessarily. If you can't face getting into a debate about how in 1957 the per capita GDP of Ghana was above that of South Korea but look at them now, or asking her why she wants people who are already struggling to have to pay more for their food or their desperately-needed fridge than they do now (for that is what giving poor countries "the freedom to protect their farmers and infant industries" means), then just say, "I prefer to give to charities that don't spend so much on political campaigning." Trust me, that's a conversation-ender that works. Please. I'm begging you. The advertisement placed by the "charity" in today's Guardian reads: It's not called slavery nowadays. It's called free trade. Case histories illustrating principles of economics rarely move me much, but Warren Meyer of Coyote Blog has written an account of the effects of the minimum wage on his campsite business that is genuinely sad. He doesn't want to be, but he is being pushed into becoming more like the faceless capitalist of popular legend. His company's special relationship with its elderly workers wouldn't survive laws against age discrimination either. Why can't the busybodies let people make their own decisions? (Via several different blogs. Just one of those posts the good Lord wants you to read.) Wednesday, April 06, 2005
"I'm not usually interested in royalty, but this is too good to let be." Squander Two defends the right of Prince Charles to slag off the press. So the blackmailers don't even have the decency always to respect their side of the bargain, yet still complain about how their blackmailees are reluctant (reluctant! — oh, how simply awful), and are all in a tizzy because it's turned out that at least one of the royals can't stand them. Here's a question for Jenny Bond: can you think of any reason why Prince Charles or any other member of his family would like reporters? What things do you do that might make him happy?As he says, royalty correspondents perform a thoroughly unimportant function: The sham is that this gets reported as if it's news: Prince Charles Goes On Skiing Holiday At Same Location And Same Time As In Every Previous Year.The phenomenon of monarchy is frequently interesting, what royals do rarely. You could say that I'm interested in royalty but not Royalty. Or possibly Royalty not royalty. Another thing. It's becoming clear that there is scarcely any human being on Earth whose marriage can stand up to the sustained attention of the world's press. While trying to goad Patrick Crozier, late of Transport Blog to comment on the post linked to below, I discovered the most important economics post in the history of time. Who killed Cock Robin? "I," said the sparrow, "With my little bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin," Who saw him die? Who caught his blood? And just to keep you singing along, Cock Robin killed Railtrack. Tuesday, April 05, 2005
This election could be stolen says the Times. That seems unlikely to me. What seems almost certain is that we will see enormous fraud and enormous resentment when people think (sometimes truly) that their particular seat has been won by fraud. This resentment will have a racial component. Those who think they have been defrauded will turn to fraud themselves. We will also see more of this: Mr Mawrey himself was obstructed by the Labour Party at every turn. A lone star, he has had to pick his way through scenes that would have astonished a sheriff in a frontier town. The councillors found by police in the warehouse at midnight on the eve of the election in Birmingham’s Aston ward, surrounded by unsealed postal ballots; the box containing postal votes all in the same hand and same ink, and all for Labour; witnesses refusing to give evidence fearing for their children’s lives; a lawless Wild West in which the number of postal ballots had mushroomed from 24,000 to 70,000 in one year.And this The first casualties of this disastrous policy have been Asian voters, particularly women. Not only those who have had their votes stolen before they have had a chance to fill them out; but also those who have come under enormous pressure from their families to fill out postal votes in a certain way. A Bangladeshi woman asked the indefatigable Times reporter Dominic Kennedy why she could not vote in the privacy of the polling booth because “everyone could tell you how to vote, but you could decide for yourself on the day”. We didn’t fight to enfranchise women to see their voices silenced by some PR man’s vision of higher turnout and electoral convenience.We had something precious: relatively clean elections. It has been thrown away. Part of the tragedy is that even the necessary action - banning postal votes for all but the sick, and obliging even them to register separately for every election - will not entirely restore the status quo ante. A bad cultural shift will have taken place. Monday, April 04, 2005
Can Canada still be considered a free country? Tim Worstall has some unexpected comments on the case of the US blogger banned in Canada. But, in a quite separate post, he asks, "Can Britain still be considered a free country?" Vote fraud latest. Over at Biased BBC I have posted about the recent ruling by a judge that elections must be held again for six Birmingham local council seats following massive postal vote fraud. My B-BBC post concentrates on the BBC's reluctance to deal with the fact that all the councillors unseated are Labour, and, even more of a hot potato, ethnically Asian and (judging from their names) Muslims. Here I will say, all praise to a judge who does not mince words: Judge Mawrey said evidence of "massive, systematic and organised fraud" in the campaign had made a mockery of the election and ruled that not less than 1,500 votes had been cast fraudulently in the city. One book to rule them all... Regarding the previous post, JEM writes: I'd settle for just one: my PowerBook complete with (satellite?) broadband. And a (solar?) power supply. Friday, April 01, 2005
Norm hath spoken. Squander Two hath spoken. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? Farenheit 451 so I can convince all the guys who want to burn me that they are themselves inside a book, then they will repent. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? I know it's kind of kooky to name both a father and son, but both Aral and Miles Vorkosigan are cute in their separate ways. And books. That's separate books separated by twenty years, OK? Robin Cook, writing in the Guardian, reminds me why I must oppose the UN even if it is reformed. No one is asking for Kofi Annan to be given a veto over whether Wolfowitz gets the job, but it does not seem unreasonable to demand stronger coordination at the centre to stop the World Bank pursuing neo-liberal policies that are in flat conflict with the development agendas of other UN agencies.You heard the man. He wants the UN to be one centre of power, following a unified development agenda that is not neo-liberal. His vision is entirely realistic and achievable. When and if it is achieved the great gains of the past three decades in average wealth, life expectancy, access to water, access to education, and freedom will slowly, slowly, slowly stop being so spectacular ... then stop altogether ... then imperceptibly slip into reverse ... and no one will be able to see it because there will nowhere left in the world outside the Unified Development Agenda. As I said here (one of the most deeply felt posts I have ever written) we might see "not the end of history, but its asymptote." And as I also said there, that scenario, a sort of permanent Imperial China sleeping safe from all outside influence (because there is no outside) under a fairly benevolent civil service, is the optimistic one. A pessimistic scenario might also hark back to Chinese history. The death toll in the Taiping "Great Peace" rebellion against the Manchus was second only to that of World War II. Under a unified government all wars are civil wars and civil wars are ugly. Later on in the article Cook says that: The suspicion must be that they would rather have a creaking, ineffective UN to treat as a coconut shy than a modern, representative forum that would oblige them to respect collective decisions. Since I fear very much being obliged to respect the collective decisions of the world's various regimes, I have considered, very seriously, taking up exactly that opinion, rather in the way that revolutionary socialists sometimes hope that capitalism will be as cruel as possible, the better to speed the revolution against it. ("Let it bleed", as Tariq Ali used to say.) But in the end I cannot go that far. It may well be better for the long term happiness of the world that the UN should cease to exist, or, my preferred option, should be a co-ordinating body and forum for negotiation with no power of its own, but I see scarce prospect of that happening. What we have in the real world, a powerful but badly dysfunctional UN, will exacerbate famines and wars, particularly in Africa. So I hope it is reformed. Then let us fight it. "This morning, the Holy Father's health condition is very grave." - statement from the Vatican. It says that he is "conscious, lucid and tranquil." May he have a good death. Zimbabwe votes. Some of it, anyway. Whether this translates into "Zimbabwe decides" is another question. Thursday, March 31, 2005
Knitting. The truth is out there. The full history of the Alsos Mission has not yet been told. The basics are well known: General Groves selected a team of civilian scientists and military personnel headed by Colonel Boris T Pash, and later joined by the discoverer of electron spin, Samuel Goudsmit, and set them to follow the Allied advance across Europe and uncover Nazi progress towards the atom bomb. Both Pash and Goudsmit wrote books about their experiences. But did they tell the whole story? There is a tantalising hint in the chapter of Goudsmit's book called The Gestapo in Science. (Chapter available separately as one of the essays in Martin Gardner's The Sacred Beetle.) This chapter touches on Himmler's Ahnenerbe, or Academy of Ancestral Heritage. The administrative head of this body was SS Colonel Wolfram Sievers, a man who felt it meet always to write the initial and final S's of his name in runic style, thus making the SS emblem. In 1943 Sievers wrote to a woman minion in these terms: Dear Fraulein Piffl: "Unfortunately for the future of science," wrote Goudsmit, "the records fail to reveal if Miss Piffl's mission was successful." I begin to wonder if the records are complete. Some bloggers, myself among them, were inclined to jeer at those who sought to bring healing to a world sundered by the US War on Terror by knitting willies. We were unkind. (There must be many lonely Al-Qaeda servicemen out there who would be much comforted by a knitted willy. Ladies, can you help?) We may also have laughed too soon. It could be that the courageous woman who runs these risks for all of our sakes, "guerilla knitter" Rachael Matthews, has stumbled on a secret kept for nearly sixty years. Consider. In 1943 as the slow crushing of the Third Reich began, Heinrich Himmler himself was willing to spend SS resources in searching out the knitting methods of the notoriously warlike Vikings. Was this merely a unique instance of harmless curiosity on the part of Himmler? Or was he searching for a Strickvergeltungswaffe or "Knitted-Vengeance-Weapon"? It's very odd that the trail goes suddenly cold at that point. Even more mysteriously, despite the fact that multiply cross-indexed records of the Nazi scientific war effort were kept by the compulsively efficient Osenberg, in no source that I can find does the word Strickpenisvergeltungwaffe even appear. Consider. I have always known that there is something mysterious about knitting, just as it has always been plain to me that the way a sewing machine sews things from underneath even though the needle is on top is simply inexplicable without reference to the fourth dimension. Last time I mentioned this some CIA plant tried to fob me off with some explanation about a sewing machine really being a knotting machine. As if! Could it be that the much-publicised way in which Werner Von Braun and other Nazi scientists were nabbed by the US or the USSR was nothing more than a "stitch up" to hide a much more ambitious project? Could the oft-heard advice to "stick to your knitting" actually be a coded exhortation to workers on this New Manhattan Project? Significantly, when I have tried to discuss my theory with scientists they have dared say only one word in reply: the last name of Fraulein Erna Piffl of the SS! In an important post Angie Schultz pulls together some very suspicious strands. (Strands! hah!) What is the real reason behind these Crocheted Hyperbolic Models? What is the Vauban fortress in the same image trying to tell us? Are you asking me to believe that the University of Bristol's crocheted Lorentz Manifold was made without NATO funding? By gum, there is evidence for the hyperspatial nature of knitting in my own home. We own a knitted Klein bottle. But I haven't seen it in years. It must be ... somewhere else. Wednesday, March 30, 2005
The EU arrest warrant might cause governments to race to the bottom. Ed Lud writes: Natalie, I was interested in your post about this. A synesthete couple. Jim Bennett writes: I always knew that Vladimir Nabokov had synesthesia, because he wrote about it in Speak, Memory. I liked the detail that Cyrillic letters had a different shade than Latin letters. However I only just found out that his wife Vera (Slonim) was synesthetic also.Apparently the couple would have debates about the color of Monday and the taste of E-flat. The Abode of Amritas has a seriously cool blogroll. And a seriously cool linguistics and politics blog to go with it. In an earlier post (OK, I admit it, an earlier post I can't find now) the author, Marc H. Miyake, argues that enthusiasts for the efforts to bring democracy to Iraq (like me) have set up an unfalsifiable argument. If there is a decline in terrorism we say, "This just shows that the Iraqis are rejecting terrorism. Democracy is working." If there is an increase in terrorism we say, "This just shows the terrorists are getting desperate. Democracy is working." There is some truth in his argument about the arguments we make. I would respond that, despite the occasional lapses of our partisans, the experience of other societies suggests that the liberal democracy / rule of law package does eventually bring about a peaceful society. Spain once had traditions of vendetta as strong as those in Iraq now. Scotland also: Johnson wrote of the Western Islands: This multifarious, and extensive obligation operated with force scarcely credible. Every duty, moral or political, was absorbed in affection and adherence to the Chief. Not many years have passed since the clans knew no law but the Laird's will. He told them to whom they should be friends or enemies, what King they should obey, and what religion they should profess.It can also be true that a dying belief-system never looks more strongly held than on the eve of its fall. I find it reasonable to hope that this is true of the Islamofascists: those who begin to feel that the caravan has passed them by become more fanatical in order to extinguish the doubts in their own souls. By the way, via the Abode of Amritas I found an essay on the new racism in education that I posted about at Samizdata. Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Patrick Crozier liked the new Dr Who. I’ve been trying to puzzle out how it was they got this so right. I imagine that the long break since the last series went out in 1989 was a factor. It gave a new generation the chance to re-invent it, to question every aspect of it and to give it a new feel. I also got the impression that after the (ahem) 1996 Dr Who movie there was an element of “we must not fail”. (Indeed, it’s funny to think how similar in many ways the two were - the difference between success and failure is slight indeed.) And I think there was also a deep desire to keep the tradition alive. To a large proportion of the people involved in producing, writing and directing the new series, Dr Who was something that they were brought up with, like Wimbledon and England World Cup exits. The ball was being thrown to them and they had to make damn sure they caught it. Fortunately, they did.I agree. Spoiler alert! Bits I particularly liked:
There is one strange fact that I can exclusively reveal. The street, ostensibly in London, in which the scene with the wheelie bin took place was actually Inverness Place, Cardiff. What this portends for the future development of the plot I do not know. Synesthesia. Random Jottings linked to the post below, and in the comments Andrea Harris said, Monday -- white, pale blue, gray -- three vertical stripes in that order from left to rightWow. I said in the earlier post that I didn't "particularly" see colours for days of the week. In fact, the days do weakly suggest certain colours to me, but it's a straight transposition of the cycle of months/seasons onto the weekdays (Sunday is white and pale like January; Thursday is autumn colours) rather than synesthesia. In contrast I can't see any metaphor or association that should make seven green. (No other number has a comparable colour-identity. Four might be pale yellow - or am I making that up as I write? - I can't tell, it slips through my fingers as I pick it up) Judging from the various comments on Normblog and Jottings my perceptions of this are watery and vague compared to some. |