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William Wilberforce

Posted March 14, 2008 By John C Wright

For those who do not recognize the name, Mr. Wilberforce is the guiding political force behind the abolitionist movement in England, and, eventually, around the world. The move AMAZING GRACE paid an overdue homage to this great man.

I read here in National Review Online that someone has paid another homage:

In December, the House of Representatives passed the William Wilberforce Trafficking Victims Protection Reauthorization Act by a vote of 405 to 2. The legislation modernizes and harmonizes existing federal laws against pimping to create a new set of criminal statutes, which will make the prosecution of sex-trafficking offenses easier and more efficient. It also creates a new international standard as a model for other countries.

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Sleepwalking Into a Nightmare

Posted March 14, 2008 By John C Wright

The archbishop of Mosul is dead

Mosul (AsiaNews) – The Chaldean archbishop of Mosul is dead. Archbishop Faraj Rahho was kidnapped last February 29 after the Stations of the Cross.  His kidnappers gave word of his death, indicating to the mediators where they could recover the body of the 67-year-old prelate. “It is a heavy Cross for our Church, ahead of Easter”, Bishop Rabban of Arbil tells AsiaNews in response to the news. Leaders of the Chaldean Church, including Bishop Shlemon Warduni, brought the body to the hospital in Mosul to ascertain the causes, still unknown, of the archbishop’s death.  The funeral will be held tomorrow in the nearby city of Karamles. Archbishop Rahho will be buried near Fr Ragheed, his priest and secretary killed by a terrorist brigade on June 3, 2007, while leaving the church after celebrating Mass.

The archbishop had been very sick.  He had suffered a heart attack a few years ago, and since then he had needed to take medication every day.  The difficult negotiations for his release carried forward over the past 14 days of his kidnapping had immediately raised concern because of the total absence of direct contact with the hostage.  The conditions posed by the kidnappers – sources in Mosul tell AsiaNews – in addition to an outrageous ransom on the order of millions of dollars, had also included the provision of weapons and the liberation of Arab prisoners held in Kurdish prisons.

The news of Archbishop Rahho’s death “profoundly wounds and saddens” the pope, says the director of the Vatican press office, Fr Federico Lombardi.  Benedict XVI hopes that “this tragic event may renew once again and with greater force the efforts of all, and in particular of the international community, for the pacification of this greatly tormented country”.  Three times in recent days, the pope had launched an appeal for the liberation of the bishop.  Numerous Muslim leaders had also spoken out for the prelate’s release, both Sunnis and Shiites, in Iraq, Lebanon, and Jordan, and also condemned the action as “contrary to Islam”.

My comment: keep this sad story in mind, about the type of men it takes, the type of courage it takes to kidnap an 67 year-old man of the cloth out of a church, and to let him die for lack of medicine, the next time you hear some member of the professional grievance industry complaining that he is persecuted and oppressed by an insensitive Christian society, or the next time you hear someone scoffing the Christians are paranoid because we say our church has enemies who seek her destruction. When you hear some Leftist, swollen with venom, siding with the Jihadists, the terrorists, excusing their behavior, keep in mind the character of men they are aiding and comforting.

On a not-entirely-unrelated topic, I read with interest this speech by Newt Gingrich, one of the very few politicians in public life for whom I have entire respect. I quote the speech in full:

Sleepwalking Into a Nightmare: Remarks to a Jewish National Fund Meeting at the Selig Center
By Newt Gingrich, 3/12/2008 10:47:55 AM

I just want to talk to you from the heart for a few minutes tonight, and share with you where I think we are.

I think it is very stark. I don’t think it is yet desperate, but it is very stark. And if I had a title for tonight’s talk, it would be “Sleepwalking into a Nightmare,” ’cause that’s what I think we’re doing.

I gave a speech at the American Enterprise Institute recently, at which I gave an alter native history of the last six years, because the more I thought about how much we’re failing, the more I concluded you couldn’t just nitpick individual places and talk about individual changes because it didn’t capture the scale of the disaster.

And I had been particularly impressed by a new book that came out called “Troublesome Young Men,” which is a study of the younger Conservatives who opposed appeasement in the 1930s and who took on Chamberlain. It’s a very revealing book and a very powerful book because we tend to look backwards and we tend to overstate Churchill’s role in that period.

And we tend to understate what a serious and conscientious and thoughtful effort appeasement was and that it was the direct and deliberate policy of ve ry pow erful and very willful people. We tend to think of it as a psychological weakness as though Chamberlain was somehow craven. He wasn’t craven. Chamberlain had a very clear vision of the World, and he was very ruthless domestically.

And they believed so deeply in avoiding war with Germany that as late as the spring of 1940, when they are six months or seven months into the war, they are dropping leaflets instead of bombs on the Rohr, and they are urging the British news media not to publish anti-German stories because they don’t want to offend the German people. And you read this book, and it makes you want to weep because, interestingly, the younger Tories who were most opposed to appeasement were the combat veterans of World War I, who had lost all of their friends in the war but who understood that the failure of appeasement would result in a worse war and that the longer you lied about reality, the greater the disaster.

And they were severely punished an d isol ated by Chamberlain and the Conservative machine, and as I read that, I realized that that’s really where we are today. Our current problem is tragic. You have an administration whose policy is inadequate being opposed by a political Left whose policy is worse, and you have nobody prepared to talk about the policy we need. Because we are told, “if you are for a strong America, you should back the Bush policy even if it’s inadequate,” and so you end up making an argument in favor of something that can’t work.

So your choice is to defend something which isn’t working or to oppose it by being for an even weaker policy.

And this is a catastrophe for this country, and a catastrophe for freedom around the world. Because we have refused to be honest about the scale of the problem.

Let me work backwards. I’m going to get to Iran, since that’s the topic, but I’m going to get to it eventually.

Let me work back from Pakistan. The dictatorship in Pakistan has never had control over Wiziristan. Not for a single day. So we’ve now spent six years since 9/11 with a sanctuary for Al-Qaida, and a sanctuary for the Taliban, and every time we pick up people in Great Britain who are terrorists, they were trained in Pakistan.

And our answer is to praise Musharraf, because at least he’s not as bad as the others. But the truth is Musharraf has not gotten control of terrorism in Pakistan. Mus harraf doesn’t have full control over his own government. The odds are even money we’re going to drift into a disastrous dictatorship at some point in Pakistan. And while we worry about the Iranians acquiring a nuclear weapon, the Pakistanis already have ’em, so why would you feel secure in a world where you could presently have an Islamist dictatorship in Pakistan with a hundred-plus nuclear weapons? What’s our grand strategy for that?

Then you look at Afghanistan. Here’s a country that’s small, poor, isolated, and in six years we have not been able to build roads, create economic opportunity, wean people off of growing drugs. A third of the Afghani GDP is from drugs. We haven’t been able to end the sanctuary for the Taliban in Pakistan. And I know of no case historically where you defeat a guerrilla movement if it has a sanctuary. So the people who rely on the West are out bribed by the criminals, outgunned by the criminals, and faced with a militant force across the border which practiced earlier defeating the Soviet empire and which has a time horizon of three or four generations. NATO has a time horizon of each quarter or at best a year, facing an opponent whose time horizon is literally three or four generations. It’s a total mismatch.

Then you come to the direct threat to the United States, which is Al-Qaida. About which, by the way, we just published polls. One of the sites I commend to you is AmericanSolutions.com. Last Wednesday we posted six national surveys, $428,000 worth of data. We gave it away. I found myself in t he uni que position of calling Howard Dean to tell him I was giving him $400,000 worth of polling. We have given it away to Democrats and Republicans alike. It is fundamentally different from the national news media. When asked the question “Do we have an obligation to defend the United States and her allies?” the answer is 85 percent yes. When asked a further question “Should we defeat our enemies?” — it’s very strong language — the answer is 75 percent yes.

So the complaint about Iraq is a performance complaint, not a values complaint.

When asked whether or not Al-Qaida is a threat, 89 percent of the country says yes. And they think you have to defeat it, you can’t negotiate with it.

So now let’s look at Al-Qaida and the rise of Islamist terrorism. And let’s be honest: What’s the primary source of money for Al-Qaida? It’s you, re-circulated through Saudi Arabia. Because we have no national energy strategy, when clearly if you really cared about liberating the United States from the Middle East and if you really cared about the survival of Israel, one of your highest goals would be to move to a hydrogen economy, and to eliminate petroleum as a primary source of energy

Now that’s what a serious national strategy would look like, but that would require an actual change.

So then you look at Saudi Arabia. The fact that we tolerate a country saying no Christian and no Jew can go to Mecca, and we start with the presumption that that’s true, while they attack Israel for being a religious state, is a sign of our timidity, our confusion, our cowardice, that is stunning.

It’s not complicated. We invited Saudi Arabia to come to Annapolis to talk about rights for Palestinians when nobody said, “Let’s talk about rights for Christians and Jews in Saudi Arabia. Let’s talk about rights for women in Saudi Arabia.”

So we accept this totally one-sided definition of the world, in which our enemies can cheerfully lie on television every day, and we don’t even have the nerve to insist on the truth. We prete nd the ir lies are reasonable. This is a very fundamental problem. And if you look at who some of the largest owners of some of our largest banks are today, they’re Saudis.

You keep pumping billions of dollars a year into countries like Venezuela, Iran and Saudi Arabia, and Russia, and you are presently going to have created people who oppose you, who have lots of money. And they’re then going to come back to your own country and finance, for example, Arab study institutes whose only requirement is that they never tell the truth. So you have all sorts of Ph.D.’s who now show up quite cheerfully prepared to say whatever it is that makes their founders happy — in the name, of course, of academic freedom. In this context, why wouldn’t Columbia host a genocidal madman? It’s just part of political correctness. I mean, Ahmadinejad may say terrible things; he may lock up students, he may kill journalists, he may say, “We should wipe out Israel,” he may say, “We should defeat the United States,” but after all, what has he done that’s inappropriate? What has he done that wouldn’t be repeated at a Hollywood cocktail party or a nice gathering in Europe?

And nobody says, “this is totally, utterly, absolutely unacceptable.”

Why is it that the number-one threat in intelligence movie s is a lways the CIA? I happened the other night to be watching an old movie, “To Live and Die in L.A.,” which is about counterfeiting. But the movie starts with a Secret Service agent who is defending Ronald Reagan in 1985, and the person he is defending Ronald Reagan from is a suicide bomber who is actually, overtly, a Muslim fanatic. Now, six years after 9/11, you could not get that same scene made in Hollywood today.

Just look at the movies. Why is it that the bad person has to be either a right-wing crazed billionaire, or the CIA as a government agency? Go look at the “Bourne Ultimatum.” Or a movie like the one that George Clooney made, which was an absolute lie, in which it was implied that if you were a reformist Arab prince, the CIA would kill you. It’s a total lie. We actually have SEALS prot ecting people all over the world. We actually risk American lives protecting reformers all over the world, and yet Hollywood can’t bring itself to tell the truth, because (a) it’s ideologically opposed to the American government and the American military; and (b), because it’s terrified that if it said something really openly, honestly truthful about Muslim terrorists, they might show up in Hollywood, and somebody might be killed as the Dutch producer was killed. They’re cowards.

And so we’re living a life of cowardice, and in that life of cowardice we’re sleepwalking into a nightmare.

And then you come to Iran. There’s a terrific book. Mark Bowden is a remarkable writer who wrote “Black Hawk Down,” has enormous personal courage. He’s a Philadelphia newspaper writer, actually got the money out of the Philadelphia newspaper to go to Somalia to interview the Somalian side of “Black Hawk Down.” It’s a remarkable achievement. Tells a great story about getting to Somalia, paying lots of cash, having the local warlord protect him, and after about two weeks the warlord came to him and said, “You know, we’ve decided that we’re very uncomfortable with you being here, and you should leave.”

And so he goes to the hotel, where he is the only hard-currency guest, and says, “I’ve got to check out two weeks early because the warlord has told me that he no longer will protect me.” And the hotel owner, who wants to keep his only har d-curr ency guest, says, “Well, why are you listening to him? He’s not the government. There is no government.” And Bowden says, “Well, what will I do?” And he says, “You hire a bigger warlord with more guns,” which he did. But then he could only stay one week because he ran out of money.

But this is a guy with real courage. I mean, imagine trying to go out and be a journalist in that kind of world, OK? So Bowden came back and wrote “Guest of the Ayatollah,” which is the Iranian hostage of 1979, which he entitled, “The First Shots in Iran’s War Against America.” So in the Bowden world view, the current Iranian dictatorship has been at war with the United States since 1979. Violated international law. Every conceivable tenet of international law was violated when they seized the American Embassy and they seized the diplomats. Killed Americans in Lebanon in the early ’80s. Killed Americans at Khobar Towers in ’95 and had the Clinton administration deliberately avoid revealing the information, as Louis Freeh, the Director of the FBI, has said publicly, because they didn’t want to have to confront the Iranian complicity.

And so you have an Iranian regime which is cited annually as the leading supporter of state terrorism in the world. Every year the State Department says that. It’s an extraordinary act of lucidity on the part of an institution which seeks to avoid it as often as possible

And you have Gen. Petraeus come to the U.S. Congress and say publicly in an open session, “The Iranians are waging a proxy war against Americans in Iraq.”

I was so deeply offended by this; it’s hard for me to express it without sounding irrational. I’m an Army Brat. My dad served 27 years in the infantry. The idea that an American general would come to the American Congress, testify in public that our young men and women are being killed by Iran, and we have done nothing, I find absolutely abhorrent

So I’m preparing to come and talk today. I got up this morning, and a friend had sent me yesterday’s Jerusalem Post editorial, which if you haven’t read, I recommend to you. It has, for example, the following quote: “On Monday, chief Palestinian negotiator Saeb Erekat said, ‘The problem of the content of the document setting out joint principles for peace-making post-Annapolis has not been resolved. One of the more pressing problems is the Zionist regime’s insistence on being recognized as a Jewish state. We will not agree to recognize Israel as a Jewish state. There is no country in the world where religious and national identities are intertwined.'”

What truly bothers me is the shallowness and the sophistry of the Western governments, starting with our own. When a person says to you, “I don’t recognize that you exist,” you don’t start a negotiation. The person says, “I lit erally do not recognize” and then lies to you. I mean the first thing you say to this guy is “Terrific. Let’s go visit Mecca. Since clearly there’s no other state except Israel that is based on religion, the fact that I happen to be Christian won’t bother anybody.” And then he’ll say, “Well, that’s different.”

We actually tolerate this. We have created our own nightmare, because we refuse to tell the truth. We refuse to tell the tr uth to our politicians. Our State Department refuses to tell the truth to the country. If the President of the United States and again, we’re now so bitterly partisan, we’re so committed to red-vs.-blue hostility, that George W. Bush doesn’t have the capacity to give an address from the Oval Office that has any meaning for half the country. And the anti-war Left is so strong in the Democratic primary that I think it’s almost impossible for any Democratic presidential candidate to tell the truth about the situation.

And so the Republicans are isolated and trying to defend incompetence. The Democrats are isolated and trying to find a way to say, “I’m really for strength as long as I can have peace, but I’d really like to have peace, except I don’t want to recognize these people who aren’t very peaceful.”

I just want to share with you, as a grandfather, as a citizen, as a historian, as somebody who was once speaker of the House, this is a serious national crisis. This is actually 1935 or 1936, and it’s getting worse every year.

None of our enemies are confused. Our enemies don’t get up each morning and go, “Oh, gosh, I think I’ll have an existential crisis of identity in which I will try to think through whether or not we can be friends while you’re killing me.” No; our enemies get up every morning and say, “We hate the West. We hate freedom. We will kill them all”

They would not allow a meeting with women in the room. I was once interviewed by a BBC reporter, a nice young la dy who was only about as anti-American as she had to be to keep her job. Since it was a live interview, I turned to her halfway through the interview and I said, “Do you like your job?” And it was summertime, and she’s wearing a short-sleeve dress. And she said, “Well, yes.” She was confused because I had just reversed roles. I said, “Well, then you should hope we win.” She said, “What do you mean?” And I said, “Well, if the enemy wins, you won’t be allowed to be on television.”

I don’t know how to explain it any simpler than that.

Now, what do we need?

We need first of all to recognize this is a real war. Our enemies are peaceful when they’re weak, a re ruthless when they’re strong, demand mercy when they’re losing, show no mercy when they’re winning. They u nderst and exactly what this is, and anybody who reads Sun Tzu will understand exactly what we’re living through. This is a total war. One side is going to win. One side is going to lose. You’ll be able to tell who won and who lost by who’s still standing. Most of Islam is not in this war, but most of Islam isn’t going to stop this war. They’re just going to sit to one side and tell you how sorry they are that this is happening.

We had better design grand strategies that are radically bigger and radically tougher and radically more honest than anything currently going on, and that includes winning the argument in Europe, and it includes winning the argument in the rest of the world.

And it includes being very clear, and I’ll just give you one simple example because we’re now muscle-bound by our own inability to talk honestly. Iran produces 60 percent of its own gasoline. It produces lots of crude oil but only has one refinery. It imports 40 percent of its gasoline. The entire 60 percent is produced at one huge refinery.

In 1981, Ronald Reagan decided to break the Soviet empire. He was asked: “what’s your vision of the Cold War?” He said, ‘Four words: we win; they lose.’ He was clearly seen by The New York Times as an out-of-touch, reactionary, right-wing cowboy from California who had no idea what was going on in the world. And eleven years l ater t he Soviet Union disappeared, but obviously that had nothing to do with Reagan because that would have meant he was right. So it’s just a random accident the Soviet Union disappeared.

Part of the war we waged on the Soviet Union involved their natural gas supply because we wanted to cut off their hard currency. The Soviets were desperate to get better equipment for their pipeline. We managed to sell them, through third parties, some very, very sophisticated American pipeline equipment, which they were absolutely thrilled to buy, and thought they had pulled off a huge coup.

Now, we weren’t playing fair. We did not tell them that the equipment was designed to fail; to blow itself up. It was in the software that ran the equipment, and they never detected it. One day in 1982, there was an explosion in Siberia so large that the initial reflection on the satellites looked like it was a tactical nuclear weapon. One part of the White House was genuinely worried, and the other part of the White House had to calm them down. They said, “No, no, that’s just our own equipment blowing up.”

In the 28 years since the Iranians declared war on us, in the six years since 9/11, in the months since Gen. Petraeus publicly said they are killing young Americans, we have not been able to fig ure out how to take down a single refinery. Covertly, quietly, without overt war. And we have not been able to figure out how to use the most powerful Navy in the world to simply stop the tankers and say, “Look, you want to kill young Americans, you’re going to walk to the battlefield. You’re not going to ride in the car, because you’re not going to have any gasoline.”

We don’t have to be stupid. The choice is not cowardice or total war. Reagan unlocked Poland without firing a shot, via an alliance with the Pope, with the labor unions, and with the British. We have every possibility, if we’re prepared to be honest, to shape the world. It’ll be a very big project. It’s going to require an effort much closer to the effort we put into World War II than it is to anything we’ve tried recently. It will require great effort, real intensity and real determination. We’re either going to do it now, while we’re still extraordinarily powerful, or we’re going to do it later under much more desperate circumstances after we’ve lost several cities.

We had better take this seriously, because we are not very many mistakes away from a second Holocaust. Three nuclear weapons is a second Holocaust. Our enemies would like to get those weapons as soon as they can, and they promise to use them as soon as they can

I suggest we defeat our enemies, and create a different situation long before they have that power. Thank you.

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Free Fiction from NULL A CONTINUUM

Posted March 13, 2008 By John C Wright

Lest my horde of adoring fan (thanks, Mom!) should think I spend my nights in a long black cape sitting atop the steeples of deserted Gothic cathedrals in the rain, brooding on informal logical errors made in the philosophical assertions of the Forces of Modernism, I do also from time to time write science fiction. Therefore, lest gall overwhelm my little journal here, as an oasis of science fictional refreshment, how about an excerpt from my latest novel? Here is chapter three from NULL-A CONTINUUM.

For those of you who came in late, Gilbert Gosseyn is a double-brained Null-A trained superman from a Utopian and terraformed Venus, whose advances in the psychological and psychiatric sciences have abolished war and crime and the need for government, aside from a  volunteer group of detectives. His secondary brain has the fantastic power to distort the local fabric of timespace. He has no memory of his origin; some unseen “chessplayer” has been manipulating his life, placing him in situations meant to thwart a conspiracy to destroy Venus. Enro the Red of the Planet Gorgzid, dictatorial leader of the Greatest Empire, is behind that conspiracy. Defeated by Gilbert Gosseyn, and exiled to a remote asteroid-prison, he seems no longer to be a threat to Galactic peace. But now Eldred Craig, Venusian detective, and Gosseyn’s friend, has been found murdered in a spot Gosseyn, after blacking out, woke to find himself in.

On the testimony of an advanced lie detection machine, Gosseyn has been arrested for the murder of Craig by Veeds, the local police commissioner of planet Nirene, a world once under Enro’s iron rule.

Fear is the reaction of the living organism, not to threat, but to the perception of threat

Three 

Gosseyn was puzzled during the brief ride. He and Veeds were in the back of a large black sedan, a silent machine that ran off atomic power. The soldiers at the military checkpoints glanced in the car at the Commissar, and waved the vehicle through.  In a short time, the sedan reached the armored fortress that served the district of Nirene city for a police station. By the time he was brought, not into a cell, but into the Commissar’s magnificent inner office, he was puzzled no longer.

His extra brain could sense of complex web of suppressive force-fields around the building. He had encountered such nullification fields before, back when he had been a prisoner of Imperial agents on Venus. The stresses imposed on the local space-time prevented him from using his extra brain. He could have suppressed one or two of the vibrations, but to suppress all of them would have required the full attention of his extra brain, leaving none of his special abilities free to act. A mechanical distorter would likewise be blocked.

After the doors closed behind, and they were alone within the palatial office of the police Commissar, Gosseyn said, “It took me a moment to realize my assumption that lie detectors don’t lie was false-to-facts. The ones used on Venus are not manufactured by a police state.”

Veeds smiled genially, and drew a small electronic cylinder out of his pocket, and dropped it on the large polished desk that dominated one side of the room. “Useful for convincing skeptics during show trials. Everyone knows lie detectors are accurate.”

Gosseyn saw no sign of shame or embarrassment on the man’s face. Veeds came from a society where lying was an accepted matter of course. Gosseyn tried to imagine such a thing, and found he could not. Certain history books on Earth hinted at such widespread neuroses, but—whole planets full of insane people? A galaxy full? The picture was a depressing one.

“So my secondary brain has not gone mad? I’m not really the murderer?”

“Ah—Mr. Gosseyn, I did not say that. Everything the lie detector said was accurate, all but that last sentence. I used my police override to give myself grounds to arrest you, something he would believe would convince me. Had I said I was taking out a warrant against the Empress, he surely would have killed us all on the spot, even as Mr. Crang was killed. He is very protective of his sister.”

Veeds crossed around behind the desk, seated himself rather casually, and put his polished boots on the polished surface with a sigh of satisfaction. He opened a lower drawer to pull out a plum-colored bottle, and two small tumblers.

Gosseyn said, “No, thanks. I don’t drink.” 

“Too sane to have bad habits?”

“Something like that.”

“I was expecting you to vanish from the car. Why didn’t you?”

That explained the lack of precautions during the ride. There had been no vibration field surrounding the sedan. “I’m innocent.”

“Either you are abnormally naive, or your world must have abnormally honest police.”

“My world has no police at all.”

Veeds looked skeptical. “Who runs your prison colonies and concentration camps?”

How could he explain that there was no need for madhouses on a world with no madmen? Gosseyn turned away. Looking out, he could see boat and hydrofoil traffic on the river. The highway bridges, despite their size, were designed to be retracted into the concrete banks of the river. The multitude of low, flat barges floating along the bay, Gosseyn took to be factories, which could be dispersed or submerged during emergencies.

Veeds had been raised in an environment where war and crime, with all the fear and sorrow that entailed, had shaped his basic assumptions. Gosseyn could not bridge the gap between them with mere words. 

Veeds said, “Wonderful thing, those windows. You tend to forget it’s just an image produced by rays. The outside of the building is opaque to visible light.”

“You have evidence the building is opaque to Enro as well?”

Veeds studied his glass with evident relish, downed it swiftly. Whatever he was drinking was potent enough to bring a touch of pink to his cheeks, and he blinked and rubbed his eyes. “No evidence. Guesswork. No one knows how it is Enro can see through walls. No one is sure how far he can see. But—you are a scientifically trained man, Mr. Gosseyn. What would you say?”

“It is a distortion effect. Biological, like mine.”

“So we hope. When this system was first invented, volunteers would plot against the throne in rooms such as this one. Some were arrested, some were not. We still do not know. Perhaps Enro can see through the suppression field, and merely toys with us. Perhaps he is not watching us now. Perhaps.”

 “You cannot believe Enro can see so far.”

“See and hear.”

“He is in a cell—a very comfortable, large, well-equipped cell, a cell the size of a small planetoid, but a cell nonetheless—a quarter million light-years away. Surely his power only works on a limited range.”

“Surely?  And I thought you Null-A types never made assumptions.”

Gosseyn was silent. The man had a point. Gosseyn’s own power had recently expanded from a twenty-one light-hour range to an interstellar one, due to his study under the Yalertan Predictors. And Enro’s people had been the masters of Yalerta, with years to study there.

“Still, there is no distorter record of that asteroid. I am the only one who could have freed him; and I haven’t.”

“No one else?”

“There is another version of me. He woke prematurely, before I had a chance to die. Our memories have diverged since that time.”

“Where is he now?”

“He joined an expedition to the primordial galaxy. An experimental ship using engine designs taken from the Crypt of the Sleeping God, together with the powers of Gosseyn Three, artificially amplified, was able to cross the intergalactic distance in a matter of months rather than centuries. He hoped to find traces of the ancient, original civilization of the Forerunners of Man, discover the causes of the shadow effect that ate their galaxy and extinguished all their suns. He has been gone for over a year.”

“Maybe your second brain has gone insane, and freed Enro without your knowledge.”

“Why?”

“Your people are the expert psychologists. Can you think of no reason?”

Gosseyn could: freeing Enro to commit the murder Gosseyn could not consciously contemplate would satisfy this hypothetical psychotic jealousy in his secondary brain. And the lie detector had not confirmed that Gosseyn was not psychotic.

Gosseyn’s training permitted him no emotional connections to fictitious memories of a fictitious marriage. But could that training have been removed from his extra brain without his first brain’s knowledge?

*     *      *

Gosseyn said, “You recognized the world of two suns at my mention of it. But there are more double-star systems in the galaxy than single star systems, are there not?”

“Twin stars with planets are rare. Low gravity worlds with oceans are rare. Both together are impossible. Nonetheless, the followers of the Old Religion say that the original Home world of Man was one such: a planet called Ur. Their doctrine says that the Sleeping God tarried on Ur before he came to Gorgzid to sleep. Spacemen say the world is haunted. Enro occupied the prehistoric cathedral some ancient race built upon that world, garrisoning it as his stronghold: an act meant to humiliate the Old Religion and confirm the supremacy of the Cult of the Sleeping God. Ur is Enro’s fortress-world. No chart shows in which decant it lies. They say the world of Ur is invisible. They say Enro found it with his special power.”

Gosseyn’s interest was piqued. “My people think men evolved on Earth.”

“How then to explain why men are found on so many planets?”

“Earth has cognate species, monkeys and apes.”

“As do other worlds. All the scientific evidence points to an evolution, but …” Veeds shrugged. “We all must have started somewhere. Man did not create himself.”

“The extragalactics—the ones who built the ancient starship you call the crypt of the Sleeping God—say man originated in the Shadow Galaxy.”

Veeds spread his hands nonchalantly. “Nirene was settled from Gorgzid, as were most of the worlds in this decant. If there is any record of Gorgzid being settled from an earlier world, that record did not survive the Inquisition under Secoh.”

Gosseyn said, “What did your scientist conclude of the limits on Enro’s powers?”

Veeds said with a snort, “Scientists? The Greatest Empire was never a place when one could inquire into the Emperor’s divine powers and walk free. I know only rumor.”

Now his voice became soft, as if, even now, even here, he feared who might be listening.

Veeds continued, “When Enro first wrestled the throne from the Ashargin Clan of Nirene and returned it to the old capital on Gorgzid, his secret police network was highly organized, highly professional, and equipped with the lie-detector technology. Everyone believed that was all he had. The Ashargins, they had told us Enro’s clairvoyance was all fakery, the superstitions of a senile planet.  They said that even up till the moment when Enro’s agents had them all slaughtered; only the feeble-minded boy, young Rhade Ashargin, was spared, due to the cunning, or perhaps it was the mercy, of the Empress. 

“But then Enro began to show his powers to ambassadors, courtiers, and rival lords of outer worlds. They would see the images form in the air before them. Perhaps he would show them their wives in bed, their buried armories, their secret shipyards, or the settings on the encryption machines hidden in orbital vaults.

“Enro would just show them, and they would fall down in fear. He commanded them to worship the Sleeping God, and to make this worship the law of their world.

“Because there was no mechanism. No plate, no spy-ray. He would just close his eyes and open them again, and what he saw became visible around him. Mirrors worked better than other surfaces to catch the images: he surrounded himself with mirrors, not because he was vain. No one knew how he did it.”

“There is one man who might know. On this planet. I’ll need to be able to move around. You’ve made arrangements?” Gosseyn stood up.

Veeds nodded genially. “You are a perceptive man, Mr. Gosseyn. I had been assuming you would teleport back to your home world, and flee the death that waits you here; but, of course, I made plans in case you decided otherwise.”

Gosseyn did not see what button he pressed, but to one side of the room, a section of the wall slid open, and a white closet with glass shelves was revealed.

“There are masks made of pseudo-flesh in the drawer yonder, wigs made of living fiber, and so on. The suits can inflate or deflate in sections to alter your build to a casual glance. We will have your Earth clothing passed to Mahren, who is even now being made up to look like you. Brave men, you Venusians! Maybe Enro will be fooled. Maybe Enro cannot see bone structure. We think he cannot see the interior structure of solid objects. We think.”

Veeds drained his tumbler, and sighed loudly. “Some members of my cell threw their disguise equipment away, during the celebrations following Liberation Day. Fools. After the Galactic War, the League-backed Interim Government refused to hang Enro; they think it is uncivilized to kill one’s foes! Fools. And the Church of the Sleeping God still forms the backbone of Enro’s political machine, but the Interim Government must follow the League Charter, which does not allow us to abolish a religion. Fools. All fools.” 

“I assume this equipment fell into your hands after you arrested some cells in the resistance? And you just continued their work. Why? You, a police Commissar under Enro? You were not loyal to the Ashargin.”

“No. They let the worlds of the Greatest Empire slip through their fingers. League Powers encouraged rebellion and dissatisfaction, while the Ashargin dithered. The Empire needed a strong hand to set her back on course. So I told myself when I was a younger man, stupid with a young man’s stupidity. I suppose you Venusians do not lie to yourselves?”

“The training is not difficult. Talk to Mr. Mahren.”

“Bah. I need no training to see through that lie. I was invited to Court once; do you know that? After my men liquidated a particularly well-connected League spy-ring. It was the supreme moment of my life, the one day from which I count forward and backward to mark the years. I met the Empress. She was as pure and regal as they say. Have you ever met a woman for whom you would do anything, betray anything? I stepped up to the throne, and she asked me about my wife and children by name. By name! Monarchs do not need to flatter and beg for votes, but she took the time to have someone read her my file. And she smiled and told me to continue my work. The Empire needed men like me. Her exact words. There was a small bruise on her cheek; here.” Veeds raised a finger to touch his cheekbone. “Just here. Make-up covered it, but I am a policeman; I notice these things. No one in our Empire would strike the Divine Empress. Except Enro. You must kill him. He killed your friend.”

Gosseyn shook his head. “The war is over.”

“Only you can do it: you are like him. Beyond human.”

Gosseyn said, “Enro is a man. He is limited by the logic of his passions.”

“He gained divine powers after sleeping in the Crypt of the Sleeping God. Others in history attempted to sleep as he did, but they were not of the royal house of Gorgzid, not of the unbroken bloodline of primordial Ptath-Reesha, and so they died. Enro the Red is not merely a man.”

Gosseyn paused, struck by a thought. “And did the Empress? Sleep in the Crypt?”

“The common folk were outraged when Enro’s parents allowed him to sleep in the coffin of the God for the first three months of his life. They would have been more outraged at the thought of a girl-child. But Reesha is younger than Enro, and the Royal family’s control of the priesthood had grown in the intervening years. There were rumors that she was incubated secretly in the most sacred coffin. Some say she has the power to know things from afar; some say she has another, to see patterns in the structure of time, to sense fate.” 

Gosseyn wondered. Patricia did seem always to be at hand when crucial events were in the offing. 

Veeds said, “Many of us think Reesha was the genius behind their early success. She reformed the navy, outlawed the selling of commissions. The wrath of Enro was without bounds after his sister the Empress left him. Enro sent whole worlds to the executioner: whole seas were filled with blood, whole atmospheres with fine ash. They do not call him “The Red” because of his hair. Come now! The blood of your friend calls out for vengeance, and the League-backed Interim Government will do nothing.”

“You think Patricia will assume the throne of the Greatest Empire and overthrow the Interim Government once I kill her brother. That is your real motive.”

“Enro is a beast. That is my real motive! Seeing the Divine Reesha enthroned is merely a … a fortunate side-effect.”

“She is loyal to Null-A ideas. Totalitarian dictatorship cannot hold much romance for her.”

 “Thorson died on your world: Enro’s loyal right hand man, and her rival at Court, or so I’ve heard.”

“I killed Thorson.”

“You alone? Or was her hand in it?”

Gosseyn pursed his lips. Patricia had been the one who introduced ‘X’, the crippled, psychologically-damaged version of Gosseyn into the household of Hardie, the President of Earth, when that schemer had been using smuggled galactic technology to corrupt the government of Earth. The conspirators thought ‘X’ was Lavoisseur, the chief of the Semantics Institute, and therefore a crucial ally to their work on Earth. Unknown even to himself, ‘X’ had been a copy of Lavoisseur, whose specially constructed and warped brain was designed to transmit thought-echoes, including all the inner plots of the conspirators, to his creator, the real Lavoisseur.

Later, ‘X’ had been shot to death by Prescott, another galactic agent. Gosseyn assumed Prescott had done this on Thorson’s orders.

But Patricia had been Thorson’s sovereign; he could not have failed to recognize her. He knew her brother the Emperor to be hunting frantically for her. What hold had she held over Thorson to keep him in check? Which of his men had been loyal to her?

Veeds smiled a thin, triumphant smile. “Do you think she is not cunning enough to pretend a loyalty to your Null-A philosophy long enough to persuade you and your people to overthrow her brother?”

Gosseyn was silent. Patricia had not shirked personal danger. She had acted with bold confidence during her adventures on Earth, and during the Galactic War; a woman of abnormal intelligence and drive, even if not Null-A trained. Cunning? The word had implications he didn’t like.

 “Besides,” Veeds said, “You have to kill him before he kills you. Oh? You cannot die. Well, then—then kill him before he kills me.” Veeds poured himself another stiff drink.

“Illogical to fear him. Recapturing Enro, if he’s at large, is merely a problem to be solved as efficiently as possible. Fear saps efficiency; therefore I do not fear Enro.”

Veeds snorted. “And they say men from your world are sane!”


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Can they not invent some new slander, at least?

Posted March 13, 2008 By John C Wright

John Derbyshire (a writer I once respected, albeit as time passes, that respect grows more difficult to maintain) recommends one Andy Ross’s blog 

So I clicked on the link. The first thing my eye falls upon is this entry, dated 2008 March 8th

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and Creationists driven by fanatical hatred of the idea that they may be related to other animals do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

This is contemptibly sloppy thinking. The writer here blithely equates Christians who have a dispute with the Darwinian theory as being essentially the same as Nazis and Jihadists. They DO have something in common! Oh, indeed? One wonders precisely what they have in common. Perhaps Mr. Ross means to say that what they have in common is warm blooded, nurses its young, ear bones. Surely Jihadists, Nazis and Creationists are all mammals. For that matter, both Hitler and Charlie Chaplin had moustaches. 

No, from the context, it seems these three groups have in common fanatical hatred. But there is an ambiguity in the way it is phrased. Perhaps Mr. Ross means to restrict his comments only to those Christian Creationists driven by fanatical hatred, as opposed to, say, Christian Creationists driven by a tepid hatred, or perhaps by no hatred at all. 

Well, there is no idea so obvious that some philosopher, at one time or another, has not overlooked it. What is Mr. Ross overlooking? What did the Nazis advocate, and do, and what do the Jihadists advocate, and do, that the Creationists do not do? Is there truly no difference between them? Is there nothing of note to separate them?

In a nearby parallel universe, the Ross of that continuum is writing on another topic, say, art criticism. Let us peer over his shoulder:

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and Expressionists driven by fanatical hatred of the idea that portraits should be representative in perspective do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

 

The Mr. Ross of this parallel universe is more obvious in his intellectual dishonesty, because no one thinks arguing over impressionism versus realism in art is motivated by fanatical hatred akin to Nazi race-hatred. The dishonesty is more obvious; but otherwise it is the same.

Let us select another parallel universe, where a microscopically different version of Mr. Ross is writing, not about Creationists, but about Prohibition.

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and teetotalers driven by fanatical hatred of the idea that liquor is sold and consumed freely do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

Well, Carry Nation chopped up saloons with an axe, which is almost the same as igniting dynamite to kill yourself and any Jews in the area, is it not? Or is there a hairsbreadth of difference between Nazis and the Temperance Movement?

Let us select another parallel universe, and peer over the shoulder of another Mr. Ross, this one writing on current events.

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and Democrats driven by fanatical hatred of George Bush do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

Now, is the Mr. Ross of that parallel timeline a shill for the Republicans or for the Democrats? Do you think you can guess his party affiliation? Do you think his characterization of the Democrat misgivings about the Bush Administration is a fair, proportionate, well-balanced, and thoughtful statement about the mind and the attitude of the Democrat Party? Do you know of any Democrats who killed thousands of Jews or strapped dynamite to their children in the course of their strongly-felt differences of opinion on this particular controversy?

Would you say that the hypothetical Mr. Ross who equates Democrats with Neonazis and Suicide Bombers was being fairminded? Or would you think that this is a piece of propagandistic crap unworthy of any honest man?

If you are too close to the Democrat or Republican camp to render a calm verdict on the matter, we can take the example from the other side of the aisle, if you like.

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and Republicans driven by fanatical hatred of Bill Clinton do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

Would you say that the hypothetical Mr. Ross who equates Republicans with Neonazis and Suicide Bombers was being intellectual honest?

Let us compare the intellectual honesty displayed in the sentence with that displayed in another sentence written long ago by another thinker:

Reason directs those who are truly pious and philosophical to honor and love only what is true, declining to follow traditional opinions, if these be worthless.

For not only does sound reason direct us to refuse the guidance of those who did or taught anything wrong, but it is incumbent on the lover of truth, by all means, and if death be threatened, even before his own life, to choose to do and say what is right.

Do you, then, since you are called pious and philosophers, guardians of justice and lovers of learning, give good heed, and hearken to my address; and if you are indeed such, it will be manifested.

For we have come, not to flatter you by this writing, nor please you by our address, but to beg that you pass judgment, after an accurate and searching investigation, not flattered by prejudice or by a desire of pleasing superstitious men, nor induced by irrational impulse or evil rumors which have long been prevalent, to give a decision which will prove to be against yourselves.

For as for us, we reckon that no evil can be done us, unless we be convicted as evil-doers or be proved to be wicked men; and you, you can kill, but not hurt us.

Contemplate the stoic temper of this last sentence for a moment. Savor it as you would a sip of fine wine, or the taste of a gourmet morsel. It is perfect.

No, this paragraph was not written either by Socrates nor again by Marcus Aurelius, albeit the writer clearly reflects their thoughts. It was written by one Justin Martyr, a philosopher of the Academic School. This Platonist was converted to Christianity when, as a philosopher, it was strongly brought home to him that the accusations made against the Christians could not be true if the Christians behaved with the courage they evidently did: it was not logical to maintain the Christians could be hedonists and also be martyrs.

His investigation into Christianity convinced him of the truth of the claims made, and he converted about A.D. 130. He taught and defended the Christian religion in Asia Minor and at Rome, where he suffered martyrdom about the year 165.

His academic colleagues, “philosophers” and “seekers after truth” that they were, somehow found that turning him in to the secret police was easier than answering his dialogues.

There are duties more painful than hatred of intolerance. Justice, moderation, intellectual honesty, a minimum of fairmindness and not deliberately being an idiot rank among those duties.

I will retract my hard statements about Mr. Ross the moment he can show me the mass-graves of the countless victims of Darwinists the Creationists have put into death-camps.

So, my fellow atheists, the reason why I left your camp was due to a conversion that had nothing to do with you. But the reason why I have no regret, no nostalgia, no sympathy remaining for your camp is the company you keep. A man who cannot tell his wife from a hatrack has a severe mental disease. A man who cannot tell a Creationist from a Neonazi is a base rhetorician whose deviation from honesty is as severe as the madman’s deviation from sanity.

ADDENDUM: If anyone thinks I am quoting Mr. Ross out of context, let me give the whole of his comment:

Suicide bombers driven by fanatical hatred of infidel kafirs, Neonazis driven by fanatical hatred of cosmopolitan dilution of racist nationalism, and Creationists driven by fanatical hatred of the idea that they may be related to other animals do have something in common. Intolerance of fanatical hatred is a painful duty.

The Abrahamic god, the “God of our fathers” (Goof), is a species attractor that I believe shows Dawkins’ genocentric view of Darwinian evolution to be essentially correct. Once you see that, you cannot naively believe in Goof. You can accept its power, just as you can accept the power of hunger as a behavioral driver, but understanding drives out superstition.

That is the whole of the entry for that day: perhaps further explanation or support exist on other entries, or unwritten in his mind, but at this point, my faith in Mr. Ross’s reasoning powers, or his ability to express himself clearly, is undermined.

I mean, this is a guy who rejects superstition, but believes in the genocentric view of Darwinian evolution, that little bits of twisted matter in my cells make me believe in God, but SOMETHING ELSE, allows him to have “understanding” that drives out that belief.

I suppose his world view would be shattered if he discovered that disbelief in God were based on a defective gene, or an atrophy of the part of the brain that senses such things.

Imagine the blind man who discovered these little round wet balls in the faces of everyone but himself. He would, as a faithful and unquestioning materialist, conclude that these balls of matter were influencing the brains of the sighted people; there is even a nerve cord running from the matter ball to the brain! “No wonder you believe in Light, that most naïve of superstitions! Those little balls on the front of your face are sending signals into your brains. My face is not defective like yours; my powers of understanding allow me to overcome this absurd belief in “Light”, or, as I like to calling it, the Luminous Spaghetti Monster.” 

Unfortunately for the genocentric theory, genes interact in complex ways to produce phenotypes, and the relation between phenotype and behavior is unexplained, to say the least (even identical twins do not have the same personalities or values). If genes act in concert to produce outcomes, then the outcomes cannot be reduced to single or selfish gene levels. Using genes as the basis or ultimate explanation of human behavior is about as simplistic an idea as astrology, which used the positions of planets in the zodiac to explain human behavior.

Of course, in astrology theory, it was postulated that influences from the stars showered down from heaven and changed the souls and destinies of men born on earth, one spiritual substance impressing another spiritual substance. Astrologers had an explanation, albeit a false once, how the astral powers of the stars could effect the soul of man. But in the genocentric view, there is no explanation, no influence, no mechanism even postulated to explain how the neuro chemical make-up of the human organism leads, or can possibly lead, to magical influences over a man’s nature and destiny.

I was once an atheist and now I am a Christian. Did my genes change? Was there a hidden chemical in my brain that waited until I was 42 before it released its mystical philosophy-changing power? Which gene, precisely, makes me worship Jehovah but not Jove?

And what makes you atheists think your genes are not the defective ones, that you are missing something the rest of us have? Since atheists range from Objectivists to Marxists to Nihilists, the absence of the God-gene seems not to have given your tribe any particular insight or skepticism in any other area: you are a remarkably gullible lot, if you consider all the branches of the atheist race. Think of how many of your fellow atheists believed everything Stalin said. 

(I call you a race and a tribe, because, logically, if you are missing the God-gene then you must be related by blood to a common ancestor, the first mutant born with the God-Gene missing, possibly Epicurus. I mean, we all know all Black people are Baptists and all Jews are Devoutly Jewish, right? So clearly denomination is an inherited characteristic like eye color!)

You had better hope your theory is wrong, O ye materialists, because if it is true, all that will result is that the National Institute for Coordinated Experiments (or whoever is put in charge of gene-programming for the Brave New World) will inject you with the Christianity gene, the “doctrine of nonresistance” strain, and you will then believe that obedience to civil authority is an absolute and unmitigated duty.

You see, if the religion gene is something that natural selection has overwhelmingly made dominant in the human genome, what grounds do we have for assuming that the natural processes behind political and  cultural evolution will not likewise favor that same gene? What use is it to throw off the superstition gene, O Darwinist, if the net result is that your fertility rates drop below the fertility rates of your more superstitious and more numerous neighbors?

Come, let us reason together: if the content of the human brain is determined by the composition of his genes, what cause have we to believe that this belief (or any other) deserves our loyalty if it does not survive the brutal test of survival of the fittest?

If the Creationists are more fit to survive, if they prove to be the tougher breed, and if you nonetheless think their beliefs do not deserve our assent, then you tacitly admit that something other then the gene-determined content of the thought is worthy of assent.

This admission, tacit or not, is fatal to the materialist argument: because once you say a person should believe what is true due and only due to the “truth value” of the belief, you admit, nay, you make it a moral imperative,  that something other than gene-content determines belief.

In other words, saying that religion is caused by genetics is a slur, nothing else. It is an ad Hominem attack, and a clumsy one at that. “Your beliefs are not rational, because all beliefs are caused by behavioral determinants in the genes. My beliefs are rational, however, because I believe what is true for the sake of truth.” Well, a ghost (who has no genes) debating with a robot (who only believes what he is programmed) might be able to make that statement, for these creatures occupy two different metaphysical and ontological conditions. For we humans, occupying the human condition, the statement cannot be made.    

A guy who believes in astrology is a paragon of reason compared to this nonsense.  The astrology nut at least has a theory open to some sort of proof and disproof: merely have a baby born on another planet in the solar system, where the planets are not aligned in the zodiac as on Earth, and see the results in the baby’s personality and behavior.

The gene nut has no theory open to disproof: he merely postulates that human thinking is the epiphenomenon of genetic code, and he postulates no mechanism, no medium, by which the matter-bits in his genes are translated to the personality types in human nature. It is not open to disproof because it is not a theory, merely an assertion.

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Scaramouche

Posted March 11, 2008 By John C Wright

I have complained about Hollywood tweaking my nose recently. My horde of adoring fan (can one fan constitute a horde, if he is loud enough?) no doubt wonders what kind of movie I like, one that I feel does not offend my delicate sensibility. 

Aha! How can you ask? My tastes are simple, and bloodthirsty. Swordfights.
Swordfights! Struck with a snickersnee, cut with a cutlass, hacked with a hangar, gouged with a glaive impaled with an epee!
SWORDFIGHTS!


This is from Sabatini’s SCARAMOUCH, my favorite of swordfighting scenes for several reason. One is that it is longer that most such scenes. The other is that just about every cliche is here: fighting on stairs, swinging on cords, precarious footing, falling sandbags.

A close second: any swordfight with Errol Flynn, music by Korngold. Here he is fighting my favorite movie villain, Basil Rathbone. The bad guy has to always be the better stage fencer, to make the good guy look good.

A close third. Wire fu in cyberspace. Is anything more thickly laved in Awesomesauce? I think that is Theodore Logan doing badass chopsocky on the cyberwerewolves.

And, of course:

This is the movie most often quoted in the Fourth Circle of Geekdom where I dwell, after Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

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Signs of a Culture with No Pride in Itself

Posted March 7, 2008 By John C Wright

I was shocked when once I read the last poem ever written by a Spartan. It was not the last poem written before the conquest of Sparta by Phillip of Macedon; it was the last poem written before the laws of Lycurgus took over. After a certain point in time, the Spartans, who make the Nazis and Stalinists look like pikers, simply stopped having poetry in their society. The system did not allow for it. The Spartans waxed in might and power for many years, but then suffered so steep a demographic decline, that they could no longer field a force in sufficient numbers to continue to awe their slaves and neighbors.

I was thinking about the last Spartan poet when I came back from a movie recently. My impression is that the movies I want to like, don’t like me. The poetry is gone from the silver screen.

Let me, off the top of my head, just mention a few films that I wanted to like, but which were marred by pointless insults against my religion, my country, my way of life.

STAR WARS REVENGE OF THE SITH — “Only a Sith speaks in absolutes” This is a slur against those of us who are not moral relativists. The line was pointless, not part of the plot, because the character speaking it had been tempted to the Dark Side of the Force by lines the author himself meant to be taken as relativistic sophistry.

HAPPY FEET — Dancing cartoon penguins with a cute idea: we are to animals what UFO sitings are to us. For no particular reason in the middle of the film, the tribal elders insist the penguins starve in order to honor their Great Penguin Spirit. Once again religion is the bad guy. The line was pointless, as this was not a plot point established beforehand or followed up after.

STARSHIP TROOPERS — Based on a SF novel by the dean of SF, Robert Heinlein, hardly a conservative by any measure. The men who made this movie made its message the opposite of the message of the book. The anti-military, anti-Americanism, the sheer contempt dripping from every frame of the film make it nigh-unwatchable.

BEOWULF — hulking heroes with huge swords wrestle naked against CGI monsters. How can you mess this one up? For no particular reason, Christianity is scoffed at as worthless, a religion of weaklings, and only men pissing are discussing it. The one convert wearing a cross bigger than the one Christ hung on is seen repeatingly beating his slave.

SUPERMAN RETURNS — Truth, Justice and All That Jazz.

JUMPER — another science fiction extravaganza based on a book I rather liked. In the book, the main bad guy was a Palestinian terrorist who kills the main character’s mother. In the movie, the main bad guy was a religious fanatic, from that religion (guess which one?) responsible for the Spanish Inquisition, who kills people with a knife for no particular reason. The Muslim bad guy is now a Christian bad guy.

V FOR VENDETTA — I loved this comic book. I was warned against seeing this movie by Liberals, who loudly and enthusiastically said it was a timely condemnation of George Bush. All this was a pointless addition, because the source material did not have that in it.

STARDUST — This fine book by Neil Gaiman did not have a cross-dressing gay pirate as one of its characters. Again, the insertion of this little bit of pro-perversion was gratuitous, had nothing to do with the plot (except delay it) and prevented me from either seeing the movie twice, recommending it to friends, or buying it on DVD.

THE GOLDEN COMPASS — Nuff said.

And so on, and on, and on. This is just the list from off the top of my head.

This is not counting films that are deliberately trying to mock religion or trash America or preach a message of Hollywood’s lunatic brand of socialism. This is just a list of films in the lighthearted SF action genre that happened to have gratuitous insults against me and mine thrown in. They could have been removed with no damage (and in some cases, to the considerable improvement) of the plot.

Each one of these listed here are films I warned friends and relations not to go see them. These are all films I was pre-sold on liking, because they were based on books or comics I had read.

You see, I want to like these films. I want to have movies to see, to enjoy, nay, to adore. I am a movie fan. But now, every movie I watch, I wait for it. You know what I mean by it. I mean that moment which had nothing to do with the plot where the movie makers express contempt for everything I hold dear. I mean the moment when they puke on me.

No matter how much I enjoy the film, nowadays I only enjoy it with half my attention, because I am on my guard for the sucker-punch that always, always comes.

I watch my beloved movies with the attitude of a battered wife, waiting to see when the man I love will suddenly lash out and give me a black eye. The rest of the evening with him is just fine.

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A reader has a question about this statement, which I quoted with favor: “When a civilization can’t even take pride in a fight related to its own survival, that civilization is in a heap of trouble.” He asks:

“How is our survival in jeopardy? Radical Islamists are the equivalent of White Anarchists. Neither is likely to have so much impact as to endanger our very survival. If you’re reference is to more potential attacks on our soil wouldn’t you agree that nearly 1M deaths (retribution in Iraq / Afghanistan?) is pride enough?”

The fight in question was driving the Moors from Andalusia, which was  indeed a  fight for survival. If the Spaniards cannot take pride in that, they are in a heap of trouble.

But a larger question is raised about the degree of the threat to the West posed by the Jihad.

Our survival is in jeopardy because this war is entirely psywar, not a physical war except in the most trivial sense. If I may be permitted the expression, it is a spiritual war.

See, for example, this comment by Mark Steyn:
http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=NzJiYjUwMDU4OTFmZjJmODZjYzAzNmJmYzNiZjcyMTA=

A while back I mentioned Harvard’s decision to ban men from its pool and fitness center six times a week in the interests of “accommodating” Muslim women. Our pal Michael Graham picks up the theme:

In the old days, Harvard would have laughed if some Catholic or evangelical mother urged “girls-only” campus workouts in the name of modesty. Today, Harvard happily implements Sharia swim times in the name of Mohammed.

At Harvard, that’s called progress.

Well put. And thus “progress” comes full circle.  In Minneapolis last year, the airport licensing authority, faced with a mainly Muslim crew of cab drivers refusing to carry the blind, persons with six-packs of Bud, slatternly women, etc, proposed instituting two types of taxis with differently colored lights, one of which would indicate the driver was prepared to carry members of identity groups that offend Islam. Forty years ago, advocating separate drinking fountains made you a racist. Today, advocating separate taxi cabs or separate swimming sessions makes you a multiculturalist.

Note there was is going on. The Jihadists do not need to take and hold territory by military means. All they need do is cow a sufficient number of people to make a sufficient number of concessions to them, in order to propagate their culture as the norm, and relegate our culture to a secondary status. They can afford to wait for demographics to do the rest.

Do you think of the Anarchists of the last century had been facing a culture as morally and mentally bankrupt as ours, and had been funded by oil money, and had been aided and applauded at every turn by appeasers, fellow travelers, and useful idiots, that they would have had so little impact on history? Myself, I would think the Bolsheviks to be a closer parallel than the Anarchists, and Islam is a larger and older religion than the Communist movement ever commanded, and build on sounder principles than Communism.  

The Muslim Jihad are an existential threat in the same way the German barbarians were a threat to the Roman empire. The German tribes simply did not have the manpower or military might to defeat the Empire, until the years came when the Empire, split in two, economically crippled, overtaxed and overregulated, was dying of myriad internal causes. The difference is that the Germans were willing to adopt the laws and religion of Rome, and to be civilized. The Jihad does not want that, they want the opposite.

The fellow-travelers and collaborators among the West who favor the Jihad, also want the downfall, not of civilization, but of the traditions, virtues, philosophies and values that are necessary preconditions to civilization, but which the they, for some odd reason, regard as optional, or even dismiss as a barrier to progress.  

So, your question is a red herring. The survival of the West is not in jeopardy, if by that we mean the Jihadists will wipe out the White Races as sailors wiped out the dodo. The survival of the West as an institution, as  a culture, as a people, is very much in question, particularly if we examine, not what is likely to happen within a decade, but what is likely to happen in a century.

We do not have the will to fight. The dominant social philosophy of the West is no longer Christianity, which can serve, if need be, as a fine warrior’s religion, but is hedonism, which can never serve, by its very nature, as anything but a peacetime philosophy forever operating toward the disunion and disintegration of society.

Three hundred epicureans and playboys cannot face three hundred Spartans, because the epicureans are only individuals, atoms without bonds, whereas the Spartans are a machine.

The war is a spiritual one, fought by ideas. Islam is an ancient religion with a backbone of strength to it. Modern secular humanism is a threadbare philosophy, a hulk of exhausted promises and lies, that inspires neither loyalty nor zeal.

Do you think three hundred men who think that they are no better than monkeys or meat-robots, men loyal to no ideal nobler than self-interest rightly understood, can face three hundred Holy Warriors animated by an unearthly hope of paradise? Their eyes are set on nothing of this world; therefore nothing in the world can deter them.   

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Gary Gygax, rest in peace

Posted March 6, 2008 By John C Wright

I would not have met my wife, had it not been for Dungeons & Dragons, and my children would never have been born. All my current friends save one I met through gaming. My books are either based or influenced by role playing games, a hobby I would not have developed, had it not been for good old fashion, overlawyerly, unimaginative, unrealisitc, much-beloved AD&D.

In the nearby parallel timeline where Mr. Gygax never was born, I am living in Pottersville, between a trashy cathouse and a gin joint, a crazed and lonely librarian who strangles cats and steals their food.
This is the best eulogy I have seen so far. 

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Finally

Posted March 6, 2008 By John C Wright

An anti-Jihadist comic book. I have not read it, so I cannot comment on the quality, but I admit I like the idea:
http://frontpagemagazine.com/Articles/Read.aspx?GUID=5D215B1A-9EB7-47F6-B01C-2ADF32029956

Some quotes from the interview. About the origin:

Last year we were having a discussion about how popular culture has ignored the war with radical Islam and our talk turned to the death of Steve Rogers, Marvel Comics’ original Captain America. Sleet was particularly annoyed at this event and said to me “You’re a comic book fan. Why don’t we write our own comic?”

About the title:

St. James, the patron saint of Spain, and how he appeared before the Spanish forces during their fight against the Umayyads at the battle of Clavijo in the ninth century. After the battle, the Spanish called the saint “Santiago Matamoros,” or “St. James the Moor-slayer,” and used his cross-the Cross of St. James-as an emblem for an order of Knights, the Order of Santiago, during the reconquista of the Iberian peninsula.

About the cover:

The cover shows a Moorish-style doorway with a crumbling painted Cross of Santiago Matamoros -the emblem worn by the Knights of the Order of Santiago during the reconquista-painted on the wall. It looks like a locale from the reconquista hundreds of years ago. But the cross is crumbling, old and forgotten-almost like the status of Western civilization in Europe . And instead of a European soldier, the cover shows an American soldier. It’s as if the Europeans have given up fighting against the jihadist imperative to “fight until all men say ‘there is no god but Allah.'” Now it’s up to the 21st century’s successor to those old Spanish knights-the American military.

I doubt many European elites know about the Order of Santiago and if they do I’m sure they would call those Knights thuggish Islamophobes who destroyed that allegedly tolerant paradise of Andalusia which was so wonderful that both Averroes and Moses Maimonides had to run for their lives from the Iberian peninsula . The Spanish knights who fought the reconquista were outnumbered, outgunned and fought the imperialistic superpower of their day. They were fighting to get their country back. Europe has nothing to be ashamed of regarding those men, but dhimmified elites are today banning images and events related to St. James and the reconquista in Spain because they’re deemed “offensive.”

When a civilization can’t even take pride in a fight related to its own survival, that civilization is in a heap of trouble.

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Single Young Child-Men

Posted March 5, 2008 By John C Wright

http://www.city-journal.org/2008/18_1_single_young_men.html

A fascinating and disturbing article about twenty and thirty year old teenagers.

No one who knows me will be shocked if he sees me apply an economic analysis to this phenomenon: young men act like pigs because the law of supply and demand changed the incentives on their behavior.

Once it was, in the name of freedom and women’s equality, stigmatized rather than lauded for women to remain chaste until marriage, the supply of available demimondes and nymphs increased. A similar cultural shift away from duty-based morality toward moralities based on enlightened self interest ushered in intellectuals (ranging from the sincere to the truly strange) who then supported  the pursuit of unenlightened self-interest. A decline in religious sentiment and a general contempt for marriage and family formed an coincidence of interests, a meeting of minds, so to speak, between the Hugh Hefner like exploiters of women and the Gloria Steinem like defenders of women’s equality: both hated each other, but both were allied against marriage.

It is marriage and childrearing, more than any other single factor, that turns boys into men.

When marriage is optional, and man can philander or move in with concubines without benefit of marriage, moving out whenever his enlightened or unenlightened self-interest might prompts him, then manhood is optional as well. Since they have the advantages of marriage, the bed, without the commitments of marriage, the ring, and since they have the advantages of manhood, a job, without the commitments of manhood, a household to mind, a township to serve, why should these boy-men not beguile away the hours playing online games?

It is a question of economics. There was a time when womankind acted as a monopoly. All women cooperated in keeping the price of the marriage bed high; the price was the marriage ring. Any women who did not cooperate was ruthlessly ostracized, and, in earlier times, faced legal and not merely social penalties. Removing those penalties breaks that monopoly and cheapened the value placed on virginity, and therefore cheapens the esteem paid women. In terms of game-theory the price to be paid for refusing the advances of a suitor who wishes a prenuptial roll in the hay is higher because the other women in competition, who are will to provide that service without asking for marriage in return, are now numerous rather than rare, now the norm rather than scarlet-lettered freaks.

Back when women were inferior, they were honored and respected as superiors. Now that they are the equals of men, they are treated with contempt as inferiors. Make of that what you will.

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Lileks Also Thumbs-down Beowulf

Posted March 4, 2008 By John C Wright

http://www.lileks.com/bleats/archive/08/0308/030408.html

The story contruded mightily with the original plot, too. “The Christ-god has made men martyrs, full of fear and shame,” says Beowulf.

“Hark – what is that? I hear yonder hoofbeats of revisionist authors over the ridge, my liege. What shall we do?”

“Casheth the check, Hmerlthsgird, and return unto Mal-A-Bue, where maidens and mead doth await, dothily.”

It was like that throughout the movie, and I can well imagine the first story conference: Gentlemen, we have one of the oldest legends of our civilization here, a tale full of robust heroism, a frank raw tale of a brave man against the dark forces of a demon-cursed land. Obviously we can’t have any of that.

Hear, hear, Mr. Lileks. I suspect you had a microphone in the conference room when Mr. Gaiman, the screenwriter, went to talk with them.

My opinion: BEOWULF was maybe the most malformed maladaptation of an original since WICKED.

While WICKED was an attempt by an imp of hell to slander and ruin our childhood memories of their cherished delight, motivated, I doubt me not, by sheer hatred of childhood and innocence, BEOWULF looks to me more like negligence: more a failure of the modern mind (sorry, Mr. Gaiman) to imagine things gone by than a hatred of them. The contempt of negligence, so to speak, rather than the contempt of ire.

Spoilers below.

In the original story, a hero fights a monster, and his monstrous dam, and, when old and weary and full of years, the aging hero stands up against a dragon, and meets his defeat when all his retainers, all save one faithful in the midst of ruin, flee in terror. That’s the plot.

The theme, depending on your scholarly position on the controversy, is one of pagan fatalism with a varnish of Christianity laid by monks over an original pagan poem, or else it is one of Christian fatalism with a sincere admiration for the Christian poet’s pagan forefathers. In either case, the Christian and pagan elements of the original poem work well together rather than jar: anyone reading C.S. Lewis or J.R.R. Tolkien will recognize the savor of “Northern” Christianity.

The plot of the movie is that one king after another is seduced by a succubus, a she-demon, and, in return for the throne, her bastard children are allowed to ravage the country,  so that the monster in each case is the king’s own bastard.

The three episodes in the original are episodic; in the movie, they follow from a single plot logic, which is a point in favor of the film, I suppose. The theme of the movie is contempt for everything good in life, from religion to heroism to fellowship to honesty to generosity.

In the movie, the theme was “Film Noir.” Heroism and diabolical evil were rejected by the writer, the well-respected Neil Gaiman, for something more cynical and modern.

Two or three pointless slurs against Christianity are added for no plot reason.

The hero is a braggart, and a self-serving stealer of thrones and wives, an adulterer, a witch (I mean an old fashioned witch, not a cute moppet like Willow from BUFFY: what do you call someone who sells his soul to gain material wealth, and seals the compact with fornication with nonhumans?); the Gaets and Danes are drunkards and slobs; the king Hrothgar is a fool; the great hall Hereot, the fairest house in Middle-Earth, the mead hall with a roof of gold, is here portrayed by an unsanitary barn.

In the original poem, Grendel is driven to wrath against the men in beautiful Hereot because they harp and sing of the beauties of creation, and God’s work in filling the green lap of middle earth with forests and fields. Grendel is the son of Cain, an exile with all his race of ogres and elves, condemned for that first murder, and bitter against the halls and fields of men, from which his monstrous brood is barred.

In the movie, the monster is a college student with an ear ache, and his neighbors are playing their stereo too loud, and it hurts him, so he is sort of the good guy, I guess. I certainly was not rooting for the oaf who happened to have the same name, Beowulf, as the greatest figure of ancient epic literature.

In the original poem, the duties of kings to retainers, the generosity of reward and the loyalty of steadfast fighters, is a paramount virtue shiningly displayed by the great hero and the magnanimous king.

In the movie, Beowulf is looking out for Number One, takes a throne to which he has no right, ignores his kin back home, sleeps around, lies like a dog, and he himself is to blame for the attack of the dragon.

The final fight scene in which Spider-Beowulf swings on his webshooters, or whatever it was, up onto the dragon’s back for some aerial-Jackie-Chan-acrobatics was simply too silly for words.

The one loyal retainer in the poem, who stands by him when all others flee, in the movie cowers outside the cave Beowulf descends into. Sickening.

Grendel’s mother is not a monster he slays, but a sizzling-hot sex-babe who seduces him. Ridiculous.

The computer graphics were interesting enough, if you want to see a stageplay acted by waxworks.

I was listening to a disk of the new translation of BEOWULF by poet, scholar and Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney. I was driving my nine-year-old to a Cub Scout meeting, but I let the disk play. I was balanced between the worry that the matter would be too esoteric for so young a lad, or too bloody, or that he would not understand the point of what was happened, and the hope that my son might come to appreciate truly great and ancient poetry. He heard just a minute or two of the rolling syllables of the master poet. When it came time to get out of the car, I shut off the disk, and my boy yelled “No!” He then demanded of me when he could hear the rest.

He understood what the poem was about.

So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by
and the kings who ruled them had 
     courage and greatness.
We have heard of these princes’ heroic
     campaigns.

Needless to say, I am not taking him to a movie that mocks my religion, mocks heroism, mocks honesty and courage and true-heartedness all the rest of those good old fashion Norse pagan values, where every character is a creep, and the only amusement value comes from seeing Beowulf (or a waxworks version of Angelina Jolie) naked.

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