People Take up Space, Mr. Rogan

November 22nd, 2014

Joe Rogan has an excellent podcast which you should listen to, but he does this thing that drives me crazy. Rogan complains about the traffic in Los Angeles where cars are equipped with speedometers that measure hours-per-mile instead of miles-per-hour. And simultaneously, Rogan supports mass immigration and the eradication of national borders. He never puts two and two together to realize that all of those immigrants take up space – including on the highways.

Suggestion for Mr. Rogan: The next time that you are sitting in traffic, take a look around at your fellow motorists and ask yourself: “How many of these people weren’t even in the country ten years ago?” Because quite a lot of them were not; about 10 million Californians are foreign-born.

Since Mr. Rogan graduated high school, we have brought in about 30 million legal immigrants, and there are perhaps another 10 million illegal’s here now. That’s more than the population of Canada (35 million) and the current population of California (38 million).

And the lion’s share of those immigrants have made a beeline for Rogan’s neighborhood. Among the states, California has long been the primary recipient of immigrants (see this).

But traffic is only a minor issue compared to California’s drought. The United Nations says that we may have to begin depopulating the state (see this).

Without the massive wave of immigration, would depopulation even be an issue for Los Angeles, Phoenix, or Las Vegas? Probably not. And how would we decide who gets kicked out? We can’t kick out the immigrants because that would be discriminatory. There would have to be a lottery, and if your number comes up, the Sheriff evicts you and gives you a one-way bus ticket to Ohio, which has plenty of water. Let’s hope that Mr. Rogan can stay in his beloved Los Angeles, and that his rigid libertarian ideology doesn’t backfire on him.

Bill Maher does the same thing: he supports mass immigration while complaining about the traffic. Here is one of his jokes (more here):

“My motto is: Let’s Kill The Right People. I’m pro-choice, I’m for assisted suicide, I’m for regular suicide. I’m for whatever gets the freeway moving. That’s what I’m for. It’s too crowded. The planet is too crowded and we need to promote death.”

And to that I say, get used to it. Because not only is the amount of legal immigration at an all time high, but they are increasing it. So far, this decade is running at a record rate of 1,031,712 per year. See my immigration charts.

As Mr. Maher might say: “New Rule! If you support mass immigration, you are not allowed to complain about the traffic, or the drought.”

Gay Passages from Moby Dick

November 15th, 2014

“There’s hogsheads of sperm ahead, Mr. Stubb, and that’s what ye came for. (Pull my boys!) Sperm, sperm’s the play!” -Moby Dick

In high school and college, I was never assigned to read Moby Dick. I’ve always wondered about that. How could it be that I was never forced to read such a famous book? Well, I have a theory now: it’s possible that the book was deemed to be “too gay” for us suburban students. I just finished reading it, and here are some quotes.

At the beginning of the book, before the Pequod sets sail, the main character, Ishmael, is looking for a hotel. But all the hotels are full, and his only option is to share a room with Queequeg, the savage harpooner. The room has one large bed and no heat, so they have to snuggle together for warmth. There is no explicit sex, but there is a lot narrative like this:

“We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free and easy were we…” (Kindle 1082)

And this:

“As we were going along the people stared; not at Queequeg so much – for they were used to seeing cannibals like him in their streets, – but at seeing him and me upon such confidential terms. But we heeded them not…” (Kindle 1148)

And this:

“How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts’ honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg – a cosy, loving pair.” (Kindle 1079)

After the Pequod leaves port, the love affair seems to come to an end, and the narrative turns to whaling, as you can imagine.

For some reason, sperm whales have about 100 barrels of oil inside of their heads. At first, people thought it was sperm, but that turned out to be wrong. It’s just some kind of mysterious oil. So, the word “sperm” in the context of whaling means the same thing as “whale oil.” Hence the quote at the top of the page (Kindle 3519); the sailors are excited by sperm because it is a valuable commodity, and they are rowing, pulling hard, to catch up with the whale.

Melville also uses the word “erect” quite a lot:

“The savage stood erect there” (Kindle 3540)

“erecting himself” (Kindle 3548)

“an erect posture” (Kindle 3554)

“erect attitude” (Kindle 3565)

“erected crests of enraged serpents” (Kindle 3609)

“the body was erect” (Kindle 3763)

“Of erections, how few are domed like St. Peter’s!” (Kindle 4854)

“horses only show their erected ears” (Kindle 7502)

“her three firm-seated graceful masts erectly poised” (Kindle 7626)

“he stood erect” (Kindle 7700)

“the erect spar” (Kindle 8665)

Here’s a few more phrases:

“Flask mounted upon gigantic Daggoo” (Kindle 3556)

“Tashtego has to ram his long pole harder and harder, and deeper and deeper” (Kindle 5336)

“Don’t ye love sperm?” (Kindle 5509)

“Jerk him off” (Kindle 7896)

“for bettor or for worse, we two, for the time, were wedded” (Kindle 8822)

After catching a whale, the sailors would have to butcher it and process the oil so that it could be stored in barrels until the end of the voyage. The oil often had waxy lumps, and the sailors had to squeeze them down into oil. Ishmael loved that particular task:

“Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say, – Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness. Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever!” (Kindle 6450)

Turns out, Melville wrote love letters to Nathaniel Hawthorne, not that there’s anything wrong with that… He also worked on a whaler, jumped ship, and spent a month living with the natives on the Marquesas Islands of French Polynesia. Getting is savage-freak on, no doubt.

I’m not sure why Moby Dick is so famous. It seemed terribly long-winded to me. And Melville’s characters didn’t strike me as real. In fact, they reminded me of Ayn Rand’s cardboard characters. I did enjoy learning about whaling, which is a fascinating subject, and the book is packed with many clever turns of phrase.

Whaling in a nutshell: Scientists don’t know why whales have oil in their heads, but they have some theories. You might think that a whale could just dive down and evade the whalers, but whales are mammals and have to come up for air. So, the whalers would just wait them out. A whaling ship didn’t chase whales itself, but put smaller boats in the water that had oars, as well as sails. That way they were not dependent on the wind. Sometimes they could row as fast as the whale could swim; sometimes not. While they had muskets, they didn’t shoot whales because they might just sink to the bottom. You wanted to harpoon them, with a rope attached to the harpoon so that you cold reel them in. And for that, you had to get up close and personal, which as you can imagine, was quite dangerous, especially considering that the whales didn’t appreciate being harpooned. You might think that a harpooned whale could just pull a boat under, or drag it around for weeks. But apparently, they bleed out from even the small wounds made by harpoons, so they are more vulnerable than they look.

Note: I loaded the Project Gutenberg version of Moby Dick onto my Kindle and read it there. So, that’s what the Kindle locations refer to. That text didn’t show the original page numbers.

I Am Against Ebola

October 18th, 2014

Let the record show that I am against the importation of Ebola carriers into the USA.

If you told me a month ago that I would have to take a stand against Ebola, I would have thought that you were crazy. But with the incomprehensible emergence of a pro-Ebola political faction, here we are. To see an example of an Ebola-booster, tune into The Daily Show with knucklehead Jon Stewart.

One of the things the pro-Ebola faction tells us is that “science” says that we have nothing to worry about. Really? Note to idiots: the science is not complete until we have a vaccine and a cure! Ebola was discovered thirty-eight years ago, and your alleged science is still totally helpless against it.

Some science that is.

And what if Vladimir Putin were sending 150 potential Ebola-carriers into our airports each day? Would we just shrug it off? Or would we declare it a bio-warfare attack and launch nuclear missiles at Russia?

Alex Jones is No Rebel

October 12th, 2014

When Alex Jones gets his rebels riled-up, and one of them calls into his radio show all gung-ho to go and arrest the globalists, Jones always says something like, “god no, we could never do that.” A minute later he is telling listeners that the best way for them to advance the cause is to cough up $275 for a jug of Alex Jones brand penis juice (Jones’ Super Male Vitality supplement). Because the more money Jones has, the more glorious the rebellion. Or something.

As Jones cheered on the Bundy Rebellion, he said that he would be more valuable to the cause on the sideline commentating. He wasn’t about to go out there with his 50-cal and draw a bead on any feds. Oh, hell no.

And finally, if Jones knew that import/export restrictions would be put on Texas after it seceded from the Union, would he still be for it? Does he really think he would still be able to export his penis juice to the USA? At the first hint of tariffs, or a trade embargo between the USA and Texas, Jones would fold like a house of cards and “join with the evil” (as he likes to say) as he tries to reverse the secession and get his cash-cow mooing again.

Note: this concludes my coverage of Alex Jones, and I will now stop listening to his podcast. If I see him pop up somewhere else in the media I may have something to say, but I am relieved to be turning off his noise, because that’s what the bulk of it is.

Is Alex Jones a Russian Spy?

October 12th, 2014

Alex Jones says that he will punch in the face the next person who calls him a KGB agent. But maybe he could explain why he broadcasts Russian propaganda. Yes, I do believe we have a smoking gun.

Jones claims to make documentary films, but they are no such thing. At best, you could call them libertarian polemics, but I classify them as flat-out propaganda. In his memoirs, the inventor of propaganda, Edward Bernays wrote:

“Emphasis by repetition gains acceptance for an idea…”

Jones uses the repetition technique daily in his podcast, but the most jarring implementation of it is in his film The 9/11 Chronicles Part One – Truth Rising.

In Chronicles, a group of truthers chant “9/11 was an inside job” pretty much throughout the entire film; hundreds, maybe thousands of times. It is grindingly boring and repetitious and may have been designed to induce an hypnotic state in the viewer. I might be the only person who has watched it all the way through. It is a rather blatant propaganda piece. Then, at 1:37:24, Alex Jones himself joins in. He’s the one who looks like he ate a doughnut factory for breakfast. Jones is not shy about his propaganda techniques, and says right out:

“We’re just going to chant that 9/11 is an inside job”:

Another way to see how propagandistic Jones’ films are is to contrast his America Wake Up or Waco with Linda Thompson’s Waco: The Big Lie Continues. Thompson’s film provides tons of video footage and facts about the incident. Jones’ film provides essentially none. For more on Jones’ Waco film, see my essay: Alex Jones’ Mad-Max Vision for America.

Another propaganda technique that Jones uses is to read news-story headlines as if they were statements of truth instead of the sensational link-bait that they often are. And he will read headlines from the least-reputable websites (like as if they were carved in stone and handed down on tablets.

By now, you’re probably wondering: What is the cause that Jones is propagandizing for? Primarily, I believe he is working for his own cause. His mission is to frighten his audience into spending their life savings on prepper supplies from Jones’ store. But could there be more to it? A foreign influence perhaps? Maybe so:

What if Alex Jones were recruited as a spy by Vladimir Putin? How would the conversation go?

Putin: Welcome aboard, Alex!

Jones: Glad to be here! What are my orders?

Putin: Don’t change a thing. Keep doing what you do best: demonizing America.

But seriously, if Alex Jones worked for the Kremlin, would he do anything differently than he already does now? Probably not. If I were Putin, and Jones’ show fell on hard times, I would instruct all of my agents to buy products from his store to help keep him afloat. In fact, the Kremlin probably does exactly that with numerous publications of the “alternative media” which is often rabidly anti-American.

But this is not all speculation. As a matter of fact, we have an excellent specimen of Jones hitting his audience with some flat-out Russian propaganda. During the August 7, 2014 episode of his podcast (2:44:35) Jones said:

“In the Depression, millions starved to death, major university studies show. That was kind of swept under the rug.”

What major universities, you ask? Turns out, there were no universities involved at all; just some “researcher” with the cartoon-villain name of Boris Borisov. I am not making this up! You can read all about it in Pravda’s article: Famine killed 7 million people in USA.

Maybe Jones just made a mistake. Maybe he was perusing Pravda over his morning plate of doughnuts for ideas on how to destroy America and he latched onto a bad story. But if so, why did he repeat the propaganda two months later? During the October 6, 2014 episode of his podcast (2:44:00) Jones said:

“Seven million people, major university studies, starved to death or died of complications from bad nutrition in the ten years of the Great Depression.”

How about that for a smoking gun?