Archive for March, 2007

Saw Frank Miler’s 300 last night. This film was wonderful … if you are a guy. Ladies, I don’t think this film has much in it for you, unless you like seeing huge slabs of raw beefcake, or the rippling muscles of many macho manly men pluging bloody spears through torsos and hacking off many limbs. 

Sounds like I’m mocking this film. I’m not. I cannot remember any film since HIGH NOON that took the masculine notion of honor with perfect seriousness.

In fact, I almost cannot picture how this film got made. You see, we have known for a long time that there is a Beast in service to the Powers of Darkness, a Chimera, that sits outside the gates of Hollywood, and consumes with fiery breath any film that contains anything decent, kind, patriotic, or honest. The Chimera has three heads: the goat will let pass a film if it contains pointless sex scenes; the lion will let pass any film that splatters and drips blood; and the dragon will let pass any film that utters lies to mock this nation and her ideals.

So when this film came up for review in front of the Chimera, all the three-headed beast saw were the pointless prurient scenes (two of them) and the cartoon sprays of blood (thirteen zillion gallons) and he thought the film would corrupt the young, and so he gave it his imprimateur. 

But the watchful beast was fooled. This film is about honor for honor’s sake. Any man watching this who has not even tried to join the armed services will think less of himself. 

Leonidas actually achieved the immortal fame his acts merited: our poets are still telling tales about him. And we, as a people, are as nearly opposite the Spartans as it is possible to be. In the film, the screenplay unabashedly trumpets the triumphant aspects of Western culture that the Enlightenment scholars retroactively attributed to the Greece of Pericles: reason, democracy, rule of law.

The theater was packed. No one cheered at the famous laconic Laconic lines but me: maybe no one else recognized them. The queen bids her beloved king goodbye with the words: “Spartan! Come back with your sheild, or on it.” 

Even the women were manly in Sparta. The biggest applause from the audience came when a Spartan woman stabbed a traitor while he was reviling her before the assembly: the Persian gold used to buy his collabortation spills out on the ground along with his guts. 

Also, not the all-shouting dialog the trailer led me to believe. The visuals were straight out of Frank Miller: Xerxes the Great King of Persia was decked out in a dozen gold nose-rings just like Miller has him. The Hoplites wear nothing but loincloths in battle, but, hey, its a movie based on a comic, so what do you want? The Ephors are depicted as some sort of leper colony dressed like the bad Emperor in Star Wars, not looking like judges, so we have our obligatory slam against religion, but, hey, Leonidas in real life was undermined by the Ephors, so the film lauding him gets to put them in Richard III type make up. 

My contempt for the reviewer at Slate magazine has increased fivefold. I do not see how anyone could dislike this movie unless h were allergic to testosterone. Even people who hate the Spartans (let’s face it, guys, they were way worse than Nazis) have to admit they were bold on the battle field.

And yes, the Spartans were creatures of honor, willing to fight and die to the last. By God, sir, they were almost man enough to be Virginians.

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Sic Semper Tyrranis

Posted March 9, 2007 By John C Wright

In one of my books I wrote a scene where, during an erruption of civil tumult in my fictional America, the baddies who had usurped the government were pleased that DC has gun control and wroth that Virginia had concealed carry. I got more grief from this one line than from any number of controversial things I said. (Sorry, but it is not controversial. It should be obvious even to you Yankees that an armed Virginian is more dangerous to tyrants than an unarmed welfare-serf). I am happy to say that real life has proved this prediction entirely wrong: for those of you who say that Charleston Heston is our President, rejoice! A three-judge D.C. Circuit panel holds that the District of Columbia’s gun control laws violate individuals’ Second Amendment rights. 

More here. Here is the court opinion

Normally, I would be willing to debate the pros and cons of gun rights with the hoplophobes, but, let’s be honest: If you are not armed, who cares what you think? An unarmed man is a serf. You can vote and own property only because some armed man out there somewhere, a better man than you, is willing to fight and die to defend your rights. 

As with all complex legal and constitutional controversies, I ask myself WWOD? What Would Odin Do? 
http://www.runestone.org/gunctrl.html

I am asking all my fellow southerners to stockpile arms. We are watching the new Congress with grave attention. If the Union cannot even stomach the few casualties of a third-rate backwater country like Iraq, what are the odds that ya’ll would cut and run if the South were to rise again? The bloodshed of Bull Run would send you running. You don’t have Abraham Lincoln these days.

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Then we will fight in the shade

Posted March 9, 2007 By John C Wright
300 the movie based on the Frank Miller comic of the same name, based on the Herodotus account of the last stand of the Spartans under Leonidas against the Great King of Persia at Thermopylae, opens today. As best I can tell from the preview, every line is bellowed at high volume, but all the good lines from Herodotus have been retained.
Historian and classical scholar Victor Davis Hanson has this to say
Again, purists must remember that 300 seeks to bring a comic book, not Herodotus, to the screen. Yet, despite the need to adhere to the conventions of Frank Miller’s graphics and plot — every bit as formalized as the protocols of classical Athenian drama or Japanese Kabuki theater — the main story from our ancient Greek historians is still there: Leonidas, against domestic opposition, insists on sending an immediate advance party northward on a suicide mission to rouse the Greeks and allow them time to unite a defense. Once at Thermopylae, he adopts the defenses to the narrow pass between high cliffs and the sea far below. The Greeks fight both en masse in the phalanx and at times range beyond as solo warriors. They are finally betrayed by Ephialtes, forcing Leonidas to dismiss his allies — and leaving his own 300 to the fate of dying under a sea of arrows.

But most importantly, 300 preserves the spirit of the Thermopylae story. The Spartans, quoting lines known from Herodotus and themes from the lyric poets, profess unswerving loyalty to a free Greece. They will never kow-tow to the Persians, preferring to die on their feet than live on their knees.

If critics think that 300 reduces and simplifies the meaning of Thermopylae into freedom versus tyranny, they should reread carefully ancient accounts and then blame Herodotus, Plutarch, and Diodorus — who long ago boasted that Greek freedom was on trial against Persian autocracy, free men in superior fashion dying for their liberty, their enslaved enemies being whipped to enslave others.
Politically Correct termagant and talking mule Dana Stephens of Slate has this to say
But what’s maddening about 300 (besides the paralyzing monotony of watching chiseled white guys make shish kebabs from swarthy Persians for 116 indistinguishable minutes)… Here are just a few of the categories that are not-so-vaguely conflated with the “bad” (i.e., Persian) side in the movie: black people. Brown people. Disfigured people. Gay men (not gay in the buff, homoerotic Spartan fashion, but in the effeminate Persian style). Lesbians. Disfigured lesbians. Ten-foot-tall giants with filed teeth and lobster claws. Elephants and rhinos (filthy creatures both). The Persian commander, the god-king Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro) is a towering, bald club fag with facial piercings, kohl-rimmed eyes, and a disturbing predilection for making people kneel before him.
Michael Kim at LIBERTAS read this SLATE review and asks plaintively:

Has elite opinion so far fallen into the tar pits of multiculturalism and relativism that one should feel guilty about some work of art that lionizes a last stand that helped save the cradle of Western Civilization.

My own opinion: First, I am with VDH on this one. Thank cloud-gathering Zeus and Ox-eyed Hera that ANY film of any kind is being made of the classical heroes, whether turned into a comic book or not. I want people to know who Leonidas was, even if only in the Frank Miller version.   

Second, political correctness no longer even attempts to pretend it is anything other than racism, a particularly sick, virulent, hatred-eaten form of racism. A racist is someone who hates everything done by a particular race, no matter what they did. In this case, everything done by the Europeans, no matter how brave or against whatever odds, cannot be seen except as loathsome. 

I wonder whether they can watch Cowboys-and-Indians movies, or THE GREEN HORNET or JOHNNY QUEST or FLASH GORDON. I think even Captain America is too jingoist for their political purity: I hear they have killed off Steve Rogers with a bullet from a sniper. Nothing heroic, or fun, or good can stand.

It is simply laughable that Frank Miller, of all people, is now being accused by the witchfinders of bearing the witch-mark of being an oppressive White Male racist, sexist, homophobe. Has anyone on the Left ever met a real racist, ever? Real racists have no sympathy for boy-kissing pagan Greeks, let me tell you.

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From the pen of the highly esteemed Mr. Barbieri:
 
… What is certain is that the “sexual revolution” begins with a complete falsification of the nature and purpose of sexual activity. The mere mechanics of sexual activity, of course, point to reproduction; and its emotional collateral points to life as a couple. However, the “sexual revolution” is based on a number of assumptions that are incompatible with them. Sex, it assumes, is a human need which must not be suppressed or denied. The important thing is not who to have it with, or for what purpose, but to have it….
 
…A woman who places her sense of self-worth in her sexual fulfillment cannot but regard any restriction in the danger-free, responsibility-free condition of sex as a direct threat, not just to her living standards, but to her self-worth….

…Abortion is the place where this appalling pack of lies meets reality….

 
Read the whole thing. 

Speaking for myself, I was not an anti-abortionist until after I read the decision of Roe v. Wade. It was in fact the very first legal decision we read: it was passed out during orientation in Law School. It was also the poorest bit of legal reasoning of all the cases I read in all three years of Law School: it quotes no authority, no precedent, gives no guidelines to distinguish the case under considerations from parallel cases. 

It was not until I saw a picture of my firstborn in the womb that I became committed emotionally to antiabortion. The doctor advised us to abort Orville. Seeing that these people were trying to get me to kill my son, whom I am honor bound to love and protect, washed the scales from my eyes. 

I was also raised to believe in the axioms of the sexual revolution. It was merely part of the atmosphere of the age: everyone from Robert Heinlein to Ayn Rand told me that sex was recreation, not reproduction. Seeing that these people were trying to get me to fornicate, to cheat on my wife before I even had a wife, when honor demands self-control, began to offend my cold Vulcan heart. Why were all of them cheering for the lack of self-command? Why, suddenly, was self-discipline, trustworthiness, purity, honor, and goodness to be mocked? Why was virginity shameful and harlotry admirable? Would Epictetus or Seneca or Cicero or Marcus Aurelius have said, “Well, if your emotion is stronger than your reason, indulge! Wallow like a swine in heat with a sow! You need no live like an honest man. Surrender your brain to your loins, and act without regard to consequences.” 

It also began to offend my ferocious poet’s heart. Where was the romance, the glamour, the allure? The Sexual Revolution made sex boring, robbed it of meaning, robbed life of its adventure. Why are so many romance novels set in the years long before this revolution? Because the mystique was still alive.

As far as the sexual revolt goes, count me as loyal to the ancient regime.

 

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The New Space Princess Movement expands!

Posted March 6, 2007 By John C Wright

What started as a literary movement, has now grown to effect all parts of the culture, including fashion. Yes, comerades, soon under the influence of these powerful new ideas sweeping the world, the old ways of dressing, blue jeans, blouses, what have you, will be swept onto the dustbin of history. All the womenfolk should soon be dressing in the new style.

I for one would be more eager to welcome our first female world ruler if she dresses and looks like this.

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Filling the world with Ideas

Posted March 6, 2007 By John C Wright
Sorry to bring this topic up again, but an honest knight in the lists of philosophy does not leave a gauntlet lying untouched. One of my worthy readers writes with some comments defending determinism.
 
He is puzzled by the distinction I make between ‘meaning’ which is a mental property, and ‘mass, extension, duration’ which are material properties. I submit that no investigation of the mass or duration of the pressure-waves of a spoken word, or the ink-molecules of the written word, actually tells anyone the meaning o f the word. One does not understand more about an obscure word by turning an oscilloscope toward the pressure waves carrying it; one looks in the dictionary:
 
“You say that the spoken word has meaning, but that is only true if you are of the opinion that ideas are something that can exist without the material universe.”
 
Unhappily, your statement is false. The statement that words have meaning is a self-evident statement: that is to say, uttering it is sufficient proof by itself of its own truth. For, if words did not have meaning, the statement “words do not have meaning”, being made of words, would have no meaning. Therefore the statement “words have meaning” is true unconditionally.
 
Indeed, everyone who speaks to any purpose whatsoever tacitly assents to the proposition that words have meaning: otherwise they would not speak. This is true no matter what the relation of ideas to matter might turn out to be. 
 
You have stated that the statement “words have meaning” is true when and only when words can exist without the material universe. This is an unusual opinion, to say the least. Consider: If we lived in a Buddhist universe where matter turned out to be some sort of illusion, we could turn to each other and say, “Buddha was right” and our words would have meaning. If we lived in some dualistic universe that had both matter and spirit as Descartes proposes, we could turn to each other and say, “Descartes was right” and our words would have meaning. If we lived in a world where the relation of matter to meaning was unknown, but a priori categories of thought required both determinism (in the material sciences) and indeterminism (in the humanities) along that lines that Kant described, we could turn to each other and say, “Kant was right” and our words would have meaning.
 
Indeed, the only universe in which our words could not have meaning is the universe proposed by a thinker like Marx or BF Skinner, who asserted that the content of the human mind was a material output of a mindless and inhuman material process. In that case, one phonograph could indeed created pressure waves in the air, and that waves could impress motion to the microphone of a tape recorder, but the pressure waves (even if a human might have heard them as words, had he been there) would not be words, and would carry no meaning.
 
I also notice that you have grossly misunderstood my point. The ink-marks written on the page are indeed physical things, made of ink, and occupying space, having mass and extension and other material properties. When the ink marks are arranged in a meaningful way, they are also words, and they also carry meaning to the reader. The physical mechanism whereby reflected photons carry images of words to the eye, and the mechanism whereby reflected photons carry images of meaningless ink-shapes to the eye, is the same. The only difference is that the first is meaningful and the second is not. The meaning is not found in the physical description of the ink. It is not a conclusion of science.
 
“We learn our language by interacting with the world, learning words for things and learning words associated with causes and effects.”
 
This is not even remotely true. We learn language from people. There is nothing in inanimate nature that forms anything like a language, a sign, or a symbol. Inanimate objects do not even have mating cries or warning calls.
 
If by “the world” you also include people and their ideas, the truths or mathematics, the laws of logic, the nature of justice, ideas of love and various other abstract, non-material, non-physical, but overwhelmingly obvious realities, then you are expanding the word “the world” to mean the opposite of what your philosophical position requires.
 
The nonmaterial mental parts of the world cannot be analytically reduced to the nonmental material parts of the world because the act of analytical reduction is itself a mental act.
 
“And if you want to convince someone of something you believe, you have to use language to transmit this meaning. But if we don’t share the same language, because our experiences differ too much, then your idea isn’t transmitted. I think our brains (yes, I mean you and me) have been effected so differently that your idea don’t actually fit in my brain at all (and the other way around). That’s why my worldview don’t make sense to you, why I say we can’t know anything for certain, and why some people truly believe in the utter truth of the Cargo-God.., or Allah or Odin.”
 
How do you explain me, who once was an atheist and am now a theist? You cannot possibly say I did not understand the atheist position: I understood it better than the atheists I run across these days, for I argued it without making simple mistakes in logic. You cannot say I do not understand the Christian position: I am myself a Christian. Both world views make perfect sense to me, and I understand how they proceed each given their axioms. I have studied them both for years. One of them is based on a false axiom.
 
No material circumstances were different before and after my conversion. The number of atoms in my body before and after were the same. The location and position of cells in my brain one second before and one second after my conversion were the same. Nothing physical in the room around me had changed. No memory and no experience in my past had changed or could change, since it was the past.
 
Don’t you see that this entirely explodes your theory? My upbringing was the same one second before and one second after my conversion. 

The same. 

If my upbringing made me an atheist, how could the same upbringing make me a theist?

Your conclusions are unscientific. In science, we cannot say A causes B in cases where A exists both when B is present and when B is absent.
 
Your conclusion is also un-philosophical. You are not paying attention to crucial distinctions. If I say I came to the conclusion that my former conclusions were false, that falseness could not be communicated to me from the outside material world, because the idea of ‘true’ and ‘false’ are not ideas that can be reduced to mass, length, duration or any other material properties. ‘Red’ is a property I can glean from the material world because my eye can see redness. I can hear loud and soft, shrill or bass, but I cannot hear trueness and falseness: these are not properties atoms have, either singularly or in groups.
 
‘True’ and ‘false’ indeed are words used to describe the relation between words and the things those words represent, some of which are material things, known through the senses, some ideas, known through the reason. ‘True’ and ‘false’ do not exist in a world composed merely of inanimate objects, any more than observations can exist without an observer.  
 
“It takes to long to explain, but basically it’s called psychology, and does reduce the behavior of human beings to a study of efficient causes.”
 
Psychology, except for the specific science of neurochemistry, never attempts to reduce human beliefs and actions to efficient causes. Instead, psychology attempts to reduce opinions about the causes of human behavior to another order of formal and final causes: a man smokes a cigar because it has an abstract MEANING for him, a symbolic meaning, relating to childhood trauma touching his incestuous lust for his mother, etc. Indeed, this type of reasoning is more abstract, more purely conceptual, less to do with material motions, than ordinary speech. If I say I ate a banana “because” I am hungry, my act can be reasonably associated with a physical circumstance: the motion of stomach atoms that produce a nerve-message of hunger. If the psychologist says I ate a banana because of my latent homobananaphobia, he is DISASSOCIATING my action with any real material circumstances, not tying it more closely to the material circumstances. 

If you are attempting to understand my ideas, and instead you start playing the amateur psychologist, and try to discover trauma in my past to “explain” the conclusions of my logic, you are indeed moving FURTHER AWAY from understanding my position. Instead of understranding it, or treating it seriously, you are reducing the conclusions to an epiphenomenon: mere words without meaning. 

If any psychologist were to say “Oh, that man is  atheist because he is in rebellion against all father-figures, and he associates God with an trauma relating to a domineering dad.” that psychologist has left the arena of rational argument. He is not listening to the atheist, he is dismissing him. He treats the atheist’s closely-reasoned argument as we might treat a meaningless dream, a series of images devoid of any relation to external reality. Instead, to the psychologist, the argument is nothing more than ‘rationalization’ which is,  indeed,  the by-product of an irrational mental process. Bringing psychology to bear on any argument merely insults the philosopher, for it says his ideas have no truth value. Nothing treats ideas with less seriousness than this. 

“And if I listen to your words, and don’t get them, and even turning to a dictionary don’t help, one way to figure out what you mean is to learn more about you and your experiences, to see how the world (cause) has filled your head with ideas (effect).”
The world has not “filled my head” with ideas: you have it exactly backward. I fill the world with ideas.
 
I wrestle with ideas, I hunt them, I encounter them, I create them. If the ideas in my head were the product merely of atoms of the world bouncing against my eyeballs and eardrums, then my brothers, raised in the same environment as I, would believe as I do. I myself would believe the same thing from year to year.
 
Besides, ideas cannot come from the motions of dead atoms because ideas do not exist in atoms to begin with.
 

 

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‘Twas A Hard Knock Life by Orville Wright, Jr.

Posted March 2, 2007 By John C Wright

My father’s book has been published, and is available online.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0741437759/thewrighthouse

Wonder of wonders that within a month of each other, my wife would sell her first novel, and my Dad would see his first book published.

My father is Orville Wright, Jr. He was raised in the orphanage at Tabor Home. He interviewed, gathered, and wrote up the memories, good and bad, of the orphanage from across several generations. My father is a man of sterling integrity, and so when he paints a portrait, it contains both good and bad, as-is, warts and all. 

(For those of you that are wondering, my Grandfather is Orville Wright, Sr.) 

This book exists, at least in part, due to me prodding my father to write up his memoires; this second project sort of came out of that one. 

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