Archive for November, 2008

He is asking where his father is, and crying for his mother

Posted November 30, 2008 By John C Wright

His parents are dead, of course, butchered like dogs.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/asia/article5254810.ece

The article is too delicate to use the I-word "Islamic" or the T-word "Terrorist", but instead calls them "Militants".

Militants. Such a careful word. Such a correct, oh so correct word. So delicate. Such nicety.

As if the act of raping and murdering wives before the eyes of their husbands before killing one and the next, and killing civilian woman and children while not in uniform and announced by no declaration of war, has any purpose aside from terror.

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Mike Resnick starts off an interesting conversation about the most memorable characters in genre fiction over at SfSignal. However, please also read the answer by Adam Roberts, who hurls down a gauntlet at the conventional notion of characterization, and proposes a modernistic theory, following the inspiration of Joseph Conrad. Agree or disagree, it is worth a read.

My opinion? Of course I have an opinion, you whippersnapper! That is why they call it ‘opinionated’. And go get a haircut and a job!

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Van Vogt was the wellspring of wonder.

Posted November 28, 2008 By John C Wright

Since I just wrote a blog entry mocking poor Mr. Harlan Ellison, a man whom I respect for his courage and energy, despite my contempt for his manners, simple justice requires I explain why I respect poor Mr. Ellison:

I respect him because he is the kind of fellow who fights the good fight. He is angry because there are times when one should be angry.

An example that touches even my leathery my heart is Harlan Ellison going to bat for A.E. van Vogt and getting van Vogt his well deserved and long overdue Grandmaster’s award from SFWA.

Here is a link to Mr. Ellison’s Van is Here but Van is Gone. Please read it.

Allow me to quote from the intro Harlan Ellison wrote for volume 31 of the Nebula Award Winner anthology:

Were we in 1946 or even 1956, van Vogt would have already been able to hold the award aloft. Had SFWA existed then and had the greatest living sf authors been Polled as to who was the most fecund, the most intriguing, the mast innovative the most influential of their number, Isaac and Arthur and Cyril and Hank Kuttner and Ron Hubbard would all have pointed to the same man, and Bob Heinlein would’ve given him a thumbs-up. Van Vogt was the pinnacle, the source of power and ideas; the writer to beat. Because he embodied in his astonishing novels and assorted stories what we always say is of prime importance to us in this genre-the much vaunted Sense of Wonder.

Van Vogt was the wellspring of wonder.

Youthful memory is filled with gaps and insolent of history, but for those that were there and those who care, it was Vogt’s books that were among the very first published in the mainstream from the despised realm of science fiction. When the first specialty houses formed, they went after The Weapon Shops of Isher and Slan and Masters of Time. But when Simon & Schuster got into the game, most prestigious of the mainstream houses taking a chance on sf, it was van Vogt they sought, and The World of Null-A and Voyage of the Space Beagle were the high water marks.

That’s how important he was.

A second reason why I respect Mr. Ellison, is that, at that same Nebula Awards banquet where I met him for exactly one second, I also heard him express that type of self-deprecation that is the sign and the foreshadowing of a man who contemplates repentance ofsome sort. Maybe I misunderstood a casual comment, or maybe I took seriously something he meant as a joke, but I can only say how it seemed to me: it seemed to he was a man concerned with character, with doing the right thing, and he was worried that too much of his life had gone wrong.

I am not known for my insight into human character, so perhaps I misread the situation. Perhaps the unrepentant old sinner will go toppling into the sulfuric smogs of hell with a blistering swearword in his lips, a bottle in one hand, and flipping us all the bird with the other. Or perhaps his conscience is finally catching up with him: because I think he is honest and straightforward enough to act without hesitation on his conscience, once it actually quickened in him, and poked a beak out of its softening shell.

So I like him. He is a rude ass, but I like him. So sue me.
 

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Big Brother is Dialoging With You

Posted November 28, 2008 By John C Wright

Big Brother is dialoging with you but intervening in a in a non-blameful and non-judgmental manner. Critics oppose the idea of placing secret police agents of the state among students to monitor the political correctness of their speech on the grounds that it does not go far enough.

http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=970266

Queen’s University in Kingston, Ont., has hired six students whose jobs as "dialogue facilitators" will involve intervening in conversations among students in dining halls and common rooms to encourage discussion of such social justice issues as race, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation, ability and social class.

"It is all about creating opportunities to dialogue and reflect on issues of social identity," Ms. Girgrah said. "This is not about preaching. It’s not about advice giving. It’s about hearing where students are at."

Jason Laker, dean of student affairs, said their activities will also include formal discussion sessions, perhaps after controversial incidents in residence, and open discussions of topical books or movies.

"They’re not disciplinarians. They’re called facilitators for a reason," he said, adding that such a program is of particular value now that so much communication by young people happens over the Internet.

"It’s not trying to stifle something. It’s trying to foster something," he said. "We’re not trying to be parental."

The article is written in that special non-language used by the squirming villains in an Ayn Rand book, where merely their denials, combined with a lack of substance to their comments, tell you what the real message is. Read the remainder of this entry »

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No complex analysis is needed here. It speaks for itself: our intellectual elite, our moral superiors, pretend they do not know where meat comes from.

http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/timblair/index.php/dailytelegraph/comments/as_bad_as_it_gets/

My favorite comment from the comments box was this: 

I heard a strange noise.
What was it?
It was screaming.
Some kind of screaming. Like a child’s voice.
What did you do?
I went downstairs.
Outside.
I crept up into the barn.
I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
What did you see, Sarah? What did you see?
Turkeys.

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Over at SfSignal a reader A-Z asks

“What the hell is Harlan’s problem? Each time I’ve seen him speak, he’s a smug, elitist prick, even if he does have a point. And he does have a point, it’s just that he doesn’t seem to have a very good mind for distinguishing between views. Everyone around him is capable of making important distinctions while he goes on belligerently, intent on calling everyone else in the world a moron. Now, I’m passionate and often argumentative, but his attitude puts me off. … So my question is this: Have I just seen him on a few bad days?”

As far as I know, no. I had the honor to meet Mr. Elison for exactly one second at a Nebula Awards dinner, where he was the GOH, and he insulted me for exactly no reason at all. I could not be offended, because I saw it was a joke, an insincere insult, merely his shtick.

So, based on that one data point, I conclude that being a smug, superior, angry, and condescending (what you call ‘elitist prick’) is his shtick, his act, the thing he does for attention and applause, the one trick of a dog who knows one trick. Keep in mind that it is a shtick, an act, an ad, an attention-getter.
Since I am a writer of speculative fiction, allow me now to speculate about the psychology of this. Like most psychological theories, I will make appeal to no facts.
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The Righteous Anger of the Unrighteous Part I

Posted November 26, 2008 By John C Wright

Heard this story on the radio this morning coming into work. In Claremont California, three parents have successfully halted a yearly tradition among the kindergarten class of dressing up like Pilgrims and Indians.

"It’s demeaning," Michelle Raheja, the mother of a kindergartner at Condit Elementary School, wrote to her daughter’s teacher. "I’m sure you can appreciate the inappropriateness of asking children to dress up like slaves (and kind slave masters), or Jews (and friendly Nazis), or members of any other racial minority group who has struggled in our nation’s history."

"There is nothing to be served by dressing up as a racist stereotype," she said.
 

I am not making this up.

http://www.theodoresworld.net/archives/2008/11/claremontca_parents_clash_over.html

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Joseph had a dream and fled to Egypt

Posted November 26, 2008 By John C Wright

An except from this article The story of Stojan Adasevic found at  http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/new.php?n=14322

Stojan Adasevic, who performed 48,000 abortions, sometimes up to 35 per day, is now the most important pro-life leader in Serbia, after 26 years as the most renowned abortion doctor in the country.

The medical textbooks of the Communist regime said abortion was simply the removal of a blob of tissue…Ultrasounds allowing the fetus to be seen did not arrive until the 80s, but they did not change his opinion. Nevertheless, he began to have nightmares.

In describing his conversion, Adasevic dreamed about a beautiful field full of children and young people who were playing and laughing, from 4 to 24 years of age, but who ran away from him in fear. A man dressed in a black and white habit stared at him in silence.  The dream was repeated each night and he would wake up in a cold sweat. One night he asked the man in black and white who he was. ‘My name is Thomas Aquinas,’ the man in his dream responded. Adasevic, educated in communist schools, had never heard of the Dominican genius saint.  He didn’t recognize the name.

“Why don’t you ask me who these children are?” St. Thomas asked Adasevic in his dream.

“They are the ones you killed with your abortions,’ St. Thomas told him. 

Adasevic awoke in amazement and decided not to perform any more abortions

That same day a cousin came to the hospital with his four months-pregnant girlfriend, who wanted to get her ninth abortion—something quite frequent in the countries of the Soviet bloc.  The doctor agreed. Instead of removing the fetus piece by piece, he decided to chop it up and remove it as a mass. However, the baby’s heart came out still beating. Adasevic realized then that he had killed a human being.

After this experience, Adasevic told the hospital he would no longer perform abortions. Never before had a doctor in Communist Yugoslavia refused to do so.  They cut his salary in half, fired his daughter from her job, and did not allow his son to enter the university.

After years of pressure and on the verge of giving up, he had another dream about St. Thomas…

 

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Only Posting a Link!

Posted November 25, 2008 By John C Wright

My Jesuit confessor, Father de Casuist, tells me I have to post less on livejournal and get back to writing: I have not one but two books either due or overdue.

However, the good father is still at bible-ninja camp, training to suppress the secrets hidden in the form of ciphers in paintings by Leonardo DaVinci, that St. John the Evangelist was a Jew, and that St. Mary Magdalen was a whore, and that St. Thomas was a skeptic, and that Lazarus was an undead. The Church has ruthlessly suppressed this information for thousands of years, for fear that it would embarrass and humiliate the church to find out that sinners could be found among her founding members.

If only that accursed Dan Brown, fearless Gray Lensman of Civilization, had not revealed the secret that the Merovingian monarchs were descended from the secret love-child of Jesus Christ, a guy named Mordred fitzChrist, also known as ‘Skippy’! Well, good luck with your training, Father de Casuist! Learn how to throw that crucifix-shaped throwing star, or hurl down a thurible filled with incense and vanish in a puff of ninja-smoke! Pope Gharlane of Eddore needs you!

In any case, my point is that he is busy, so I will post a link.

Here is a site that has gathered many of the writings of Theodore Dalrymple. If you have not read his work before, it contains some of the most heartbreaking and insightful words you are likely to read. The site is called The Skeptical Doctor.

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Agnosticism, Atheism, Paganism & Invaders from Mars

Posted November 25, 2008 By John C Wright

Here below is part of a conversation in the comments box I thought interesting enough to merit its own entry.

mrmandias writes in

"What if I’m an agnostic about the existence of the classical or eastern or northern gods in some form?"

I would venture to say that a man can be an atheist when it comes to an infinite, all-powerful god, but still be an agnostic about gods who make less ambitious or absolute claims.

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Definition of Science Fiction and Sci Fi

Posted November 24, 2008 By John C Wright

Over at Sf-Signal, they are discussing Harlan Ellison’s distinction between real science fiction and mere sci-fi.

Here is the difference:

Science Fiction is the serious realm of speculative literature that deals with such interesting speculations as aerospace travel, intelligent life on other planets, futuristic weaponry, and speculations into areas otherwise taboo, such as an enlightened approach to sexuality, that other genres shy away from.

Sci-Fi is the pulpish hack writing that deals with such geekish ideas as rocketships, bug-eyed aliens, rayguns, and orgies with glamorous space-babes!

Clearly, there is no relation whatsoever between the two.

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Shatner comments on the new Star Trek XI trailer

Posted November 21, 2008 By John C Wright

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fu656gGkhI
Was it not established in the episode ‘A piece of the Action’ that Kirk does not know how to drive an automobile?

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Revenge of the Conscience

Posted November 21, 2008 By John C Wright

I reprint the whole article here for anyone who did not care to click through the provided link. The example of the Nighbert case should not be so shocking that we do not read the point being made in the argument, which is that the conscience, if bound by natural law, cannot be rewritten by human effort, but must provoke the types of hypocritical, evasive, and crooked behaviors we associate with being tormented by guilt.

The Revenge of Conscience


J. Budziszewski


Copyright (c) 1998 First Things 84 (June/July 1998): 21-27.
Things are getting worse very quickly now. The list of what we are required to approve is growing ever longer. Consider just the domain of sexual practice. First we were to approve sex before marriage, then without marriage, now against marriage. First with one, then with a series, now with a crowd. First with the other sex, then with the same. First between adults, then between children, then between adults and children. The last item has not been added yet, but will be soon: you can tell from the change in language, just as you can tell the approach of winter from the change in the color of leaves. As any sin passes through its stages from temptation, to toleration, to approval, its name is first euphemized, then avoided, then forgotten. A colleague tells me that some of his fellow legal scholars call child molestation "intergenerational intimacy": that’s euphemism. A good-hearted editor tried to talk me out of using the term "sodomy": that’s avoidance. My students don’t know the word "fornication" at all: that’s forgetfulness.
The pattern is repeated in the house of death. First we were to approve of killing unborn babies, then babies in process of birth; next came newborns with physical defects, now newborns in perfect health. Nobel-prize laureate James Watson proposes that parents of newborns be granted a grace period during which they may have their babies killed, and in 1994 a committee of the American Medical Association proposed harvesting organs from some sick babies even before they die. First we were to approve of suicide, then to approve of assisting it. Now we are to approve of a requirement to assist it, for, as Ernest van den Haag has argued, it is "unwarranted" for doctors not to kill patients who seek death. First we were to approve of killing the sick and unconscious, then of killing the conscious and consenting. Now we are to approve of killing the conscious and protesting, for in the United States, doctors starved and dehydrated stroke patient Marjorie Nighbert to death despite her pleading "I’m hungry," "I’m thirsty," "Please feed me," and "I want food." Such cases are only to be expected when food and water are now often classified as optional treatments rather than humane care; we have not long to go before joining the Netherlands, where involuntary euthanasia is common. Dutch physician and author Bert Keizer has described his response when a nursing home resident choked on her food: he shot her full of morphine and waited for her to die. Such a deed by a doctor in the land that resisted the Nazis.
Why do things get worse so fast? Of course we have names for the process, like "collapse," "decay," and "slippery slope." By conjuring images—a stricken house, a gangrenous limb, a sliding talus—they make us feel we understand. Now, I am no enemy to word-pictures, but a civilization is not really a house, a limb, or a heap of rocks; it cannot literally fall in, rot, or skid out from underfoot. Images can only illustrate an explanation; they cannot substitute for one. So why do things get worse so fast? It would be well to know, in case the process can be arrested.
The usual explanation is that conscience is weakened by neglect. Once a wrong is done, the next wrong comes more easily. On this view conscience is mainly a restraint, a resistance, a passive barrier. It doesn’t so much drive us on as hold us back, and when persistently attacked, the restraining wall gets thinner and thinner and finally disappears. Often this explanation is combined with another: that conscience comes from culture, that it is built up in us from outside. In this view the heart is malleable. We don’t clearly know what is right and wrong, and when our teachers change the lessons, our consciences change their contents. What once we deemed wrong, we deem right; what once we deemed right, we deem wrong.
There is something to these explanations, but neither can account for the sheer dynamism of wickedness—for the fact that we aren’t gently wafted into the abyss but violently propel ourselves into it. Nor, as I will show, can either one account for the peculiar quality of our present moral confusion.
I suggest a different explanation. Conscience is not a passive barrier but an active force; though it can hold us back, it can also drive us on. Moreover, conscience comes not from without but from within: though culture can trim the fringes, the core cannot be changed. The reason things get worse so fast must somehow lie not in the weakness of conscience but in its strength, not in its shapelessness but in its shape. Read the remainder of this entry »

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I’m Hungry. Please Feed Me. I Want Food.

Posted November 20, 2008 By John C Wright

In the United States, doctors starved and dehydrated stroke patient Marjorie Nighbert to death despite her pleading “I’m hungry,” “I’m thirsty,” “Please feed me,” and “I want food.”

From an article titled The Revenge of Conscience by J. Budziszewski appearing in FIRST THINGS.

http://www.leaderu.com/ftissues/ft9806/articles/budziszewski.html

Here are the opening two paragraphs:

Things are getting worse very quickly now. The list of what we are required to approve is growing ever longer. Consider just the domain of sexual practice. First we were to approve sex before marriage, then without marriage, now against marriage. First with one, then with a series, now with a crowd. First with the other sex, then with the same. First between adults, then between children, then between adults and children. The last item has not been added yet, but will be soon: you can tell from the change in language, just as you can tell the approach of winter from the change in the color of leaves. As any sin passes through its stages from temptation, to toleration, to approval, its name is first euphemized, then avoided, then forgotten. A colleague tells me that some of his fellow legal scholars call child molestation “intergenerational intimacy”: that’s euphemism. A good-hearted editor tried to talk me out of using the term “sodomy”: that’s avoidance. My students don’t know the word “fornication” at all: that’s forgetfulness.The pattern is repeated in the house of death. First we were to approve of killing unborn babies, then babies in process of birth; next came newborns with physical defects, now newborns in perfect health. Nobel-prize laureate James Watson proposes that parents of newborns be granted a grace period during which they may have their babies killed, and in 1994 a committee of the American Medical Association proposed harvesting organs from some sick babies even before they die. First we were to approve of suicide, then to approve of assisting it. Now we are to approve of a requirement to assist it, for, as Ernest van den Haag has argued, it is “unwarranted” for doctors not to kill patients who seek death. First we were to approve of killing the sick and unconscious, then of killing the conscious and consenting. Now we are to approve of killing the conscious and protesting, for in the United States, doctors starved and dehydrated stroke patient Marjorie Nighbert to death despite her pleading “I’m hungry,” “I’m thirsty,” “Please feed me,” and “I want food.” Such cases are only to be expected when food and water are now often classified as optional treatments rather than humane care; we have not long to go before joining the Netherlands, where involuntary euthanasia is common. Dutch physician and author Bert Keizer has described his response when a nursing home resident choked on her food: he shot her full of morphine and waited for her to die. Such a deed by a doctor in the land that resisted the Nazis.
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Null-A and SF

Posted November 20, 2008 By John C Wright

Here below is a copy of my prepared remarks for a conference given by the General Semantics Institute in New York 16 November 2008. I gave only an abbreviated version of this speech, skipping matter my audience there might have found boastful, controversial or upsetting.

Null-A and SF

I wish to express my gratitude at being invited here to speak today.

More than that, I would like to express gratitude that Alfred Korzybski wrote his seminal work on General Semantics, which, in turn, inspired A.E. van Vogt to write his masterpiece, WORLD OF NULL-A, which did much to popularize those ideas.

In 2006 the opportunity and inspiration came to me to write an authorized sequel to WORLD OF NULL-A, called NULL-A CONTINUUM. That sense of gratitude toward A.E. van Vogt was my primary motivation for writing NULL-A CONTINUUM.

I would like to tell you how I came to write this sequel to van Vogt’s magnificent work, and why I came to write it. To explain the why of it, I need to explain, first, the significance of General Semantics in my own life, second, the significance it should hold in general society, but which has been sadly overlooked, and third, the avenues by which the philosophy of general semantics might be brought to more significant public esteem. It will come as no surprise that I, a science fiction writer, who came across these ideas in a science fiction book, think science fiction is the best avenue to popularize these ideas.

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