Sunday, August 30, 2015

Into the Valley of Death rode the 15%


Let's hope cooler heads prevail:
Now, Black America is surely as sickened by this horror outside Roanoke as was White America by the Charleston massacre.
But it is hard to see how and when we come together as a people. For racial crimes and race conflict have become “the story” that everyone seizes upon — since Ferguson in the summer of 2014. 
Pat Buchanan rightly notes that the press and both parties have an interest in firing up a race war: the press because it sells papers* and the parties to energize their various bases for the 2016 election.  But it only goes so far. Republicans want their law-and-order voters to vote, and have little worry they'll take the law into their own hands. Dems might want to scare blacks, but it's only to motivate them to vote, i.e. to work inside the system.

But a rising number of people are voicing a desire to step outside that system for a redress of grievances real or imagined. This bodes ill for America, especially as we enter an economic downturn so long and deep and transforming that it will radicalize nearly everyone. If such a war is incited in a newly-impoverished America, then we are simply going to have one, at least in certain areas. Best to move to an area where it is far less likely to take place.

I'm going to skip over why white Americans would call for such** if only because it's a less interesting question than why a group that makes up <15% of the national population would be willing to call the other 85% (or even just the white 70%) to war.

Over at Vox's, some opine that it's related to the alleged aggressiveness and short time preferences of blacks. But while both sound plausible on the surface, I suspect that the more barbaric/savage/uncivilized blacks are assumed to be, the less likely it is they would start a war with an enemy 5-6x their size. If you read the Roman historians, you'll find that they always faced barbarian hordes that outnumbered them. This is not just because the Romans wrote history to make themselves look good, but because barbarians never attacked unless they had an overwhelming numerical advantage.  Making blacks stumble into a race war because they are 21st century Cimbris doesn't hold much water.***

So then why do some blacks seems to act so irrationally, even going so far as to incite their weaker-minded brethren into blindsiding cops and reporters?  I think the answers are four, three rational and one irrational:

1.  They are posers.  A lot of what you see on the streets and in pulpits such as those of Jeremiah Wright and Louis Farrakan is just showing off.  It's grasping attention by claiming that one is just a little more pure, a little more angry, a little more radical than one's competitors. The competitors are not in this case whites, but other blacks. They are doing it for money, for attention, for ego.

2. They trust whites to respect their rights.  This plays in a bit with #1.  Blacks who seemingly relish a race war trust that Whitey is not really going to go there.  When they taunt a line of white cops, they are certain that the cops are not going to open up on them with automatic rifles. When they get arrested, they are confident they'll be cycled right back to the streets within hours.  Even when protesting over the death of some black kid at the hands of cops, they know that cops are not going to do that to thousands. White America would not stand for it.

3. They are doing it to get stuff.  Since the current oppositional black culture was established 50 years ago, black acting up has been answered by whites paying them off. If saber-rattling always gives you what you want, why would you not occasionally do it? 

Those are the rational ones, even though they make plenty of noises that might seem irrational.  That said, there's also:

4. They are bad at math.  There are, I'll confess, a growing number that simply don't understand what 15% of x means.  They have never been to Kansas or Texas or California, places where you can drive for days and meet no one but whites and Hispanics.  They live in a city governed by black people, went to schools run by black people, and see no one but black people around, every day, on every corner.  The only white people they see are cops whom they fear and squirrely liberal metrosexuals**** whom they despise, and only those in small numbers. From their perspective, it looks like they have an overwhelming majority.

For these latter, inciting a race war is surely as irrational as it looks on the surface, for once it kicks off in earnest, as one black leader noted, yo ass is getting up in the truck.  It might be a good idea to visit the Cheyenne or Sac and Fox reservations to see what happens when Whitey really decides to go to war.

While I share Buchanan's hope that we blacks and whites and citizen Hispanics can come together as a people, I no longer think it's going to happen without a plausible external threat.  I noted before that once the Romans defeated their main rival, Carthage, they immediately turned inward and ripped themselves to shreds.  It was not the end of Rome, but it was the end of the Republic and of domestic tranquility. Waves of political bloodshed lasted nearly 200 years until Augustus crushed them without mercy, leading Rome into the Imperium.

America since the end of the USSR has hurtled itself down the same path, just much faster and with much, much more crazy.***** An all-out, unapologetic race war may or may not be the end of America, but it will surely be one act in the drama that transforms America into something unrecognizable altogether.

* It's a figure of speech.
** Most will say it's for the saving of Western Civilization or some such, as if the real danger to Western Civilization is poor blacks in Atlanta rather than white PhDs at Harvard. Others just don't like black people and would be perfectly happy if the whole lot moved to Liberia so they could go back to despising Slavs or the Irish.
*** One could argue that feral blacks do attack in overwhelming numbers, whether they are attacking a random guy on the street or a convenience store.  But that makes it less likely they will openly attack those superior in arms and numbers.
**** In their defense, I'm sure they wonder how, if most whites are like the latter, how whites ever managed to conquer anything.
***** Smackdown Hand of God sold separately.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Six plum jelly day

#diversity
So anyway, in seeming defiance of my complaints about the lack of fruits harvested from Rancho d'El Borak this year, the lovely and gracious Rogue, in addition to picking 30 gallons of pears this weekend, somehow acquired a short case of plums that included the following strains:

Apricot (USA)
Autumn Honey Pluot (USA)
Black Cat (MEX)
Black Jack Pluot (USA)
Dino Egg Pluot (USA)
John W Red (USA)*

None of them is a prunus americanas, but that's not going to keep us from recycling last year's plum jelly recipe.  Except instead of using one wild plum, we're going to use six domestic ones.

Blackberry jam to the front
The results were in some ways the opposite of last year. The most obvious difference was that using fat, ripe, domesticated plums resulted in lots of juice. So much so that I had to adjust the recipe's other ingredients up by 50% to keep everything in balance.  That's not a problem, it's just a factor.

The second difference was taste.  Last year's, I thought, was awesome, but no one joined me in that conclusion.  This year, TK and Molly, who don't normally eat jelly, ate a 1/4 pint that I had left over.  So the recipe is already a proven winner, vastly improved by the quality of the plums used therein.

We also did a bit of blackberry jam, from berries (and the recipe) left over from last year. You might remember that last year's effort resulted in a rather syrup-like jam, so this year I cut out a bit of sugar, added some pectin**, and cooked it longer. It jelled well. In fact, it jelled much more than jam ought to. To be honest, I might have bricked it. I won't know until I open a jar sometime next year. But it sure smelled good.

* No, I don't know which is which.
** the half box left over from increasing the plum jelly to a box and a half.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The other thing missing

Historical fiction
The Archdruid explains how the Climate Progress Revolutionaries wound up against the wall:
So the climate change movement entered the arena with one hand tied behind its back and the other hand hauling a heavy suitcase stuffed to the bursting point with middle class privilege. Its subsequent behavior did nothing to overcome that initial disadvantage...

climate change activists allowed the other side to define the terms of the debate and then whined about the resulting defeat rather than learning anything from it. Of course the other side used every trick in the book, and then some; so? That’s how the game is played. Successful movements for change realize that, and plan accordingly.
 
As is the habit of His Archness, it's a well-written piece, and one that provides valuable insight into the delegitimization process so necessary to undermine power structures.  I recommend it.*

But aside from the obvious shortcomings of the Global Climate Progress revolution that he points out, there is another factor that explains why that particular revolution** could not have succeeded even had they done everything right.

Let's imagine Churchill promising blood, sweat, toil, and tears to the roars of adoring crowds, but then let's posit that the Germans never came.  Not one bomber. Not one V1 rocket.  Month after month, year after year, the threatened Kraut invasion never makes its lightening way across the English channel nor appears anywhere else.  For how long could the great orator Churchill, by the mere force of threats and promises, keep Britain in a fighting fury?  As another great orator, Dr. King, would say: not long.

Now, apply that to the Global Climate hysteria. If you lack memory of what they promised, go back and read the global warming predictions of the 1980s, the 1990s. Look at the charts. Ponder the confident assertions and measure the specific prognostications. Now recognize the fact that we are well past the date we should have been roasting marshmallows in our refrigerators.  Had the temps risen as was threatened, inexorably, year after year, had the cities flooded and the bears drowned, the revolution would have succeeded. Mankind would have been panicked into anything the scientists asked for.

That The Revolution failed was not a function of the opposition playing dirty, but of reality not cooperating with the manufactured "scientific" consensus***.  So now that their predictions did not come true, Climate Change revolutionaries are reduced to lying about what we see:  Look the ice caps are melting! (they do every spring, then they re-freeze). It's Britain's hottest January ever! (amidst record snow they said we'd never see again).  The oceans are rising! (as they have been for 500 years, and no faster). And when the temperature stopped rising almost 2 decades ago, they simply began to cool the past. That particular scientific fraud is not common knowledge yet, but will one day place climate science in its earned position, right next to eugenics, as that ugly one night stand everyone in a lab coat pretends not to remember.

People rightly laugh at Climate Change because it, not the order it is ostensibly trying to overthrow, has lost credibility. It was not a matter of tactics, but the experience of the very people they were trying to win over. It is literally 65 degrees right now, in the third week of August, in southern Kansas.  The climate may be changing, but this was never in the models or the charts.

Had the Global Warmists been right about reality, they would not have needed a well-planned revolution, just as I suspect the Peak Oilists will not need a well-planned revolution: they merely need to be right about geology and the future will fall into place.  But since the warmists were not right, since rather than being Churchill they were The Boy Who Cried Wolf, they ought to forgive the rest of the world for ignoring their erstwhile revolution.

* especially for those who may be curious about why I spent much of today mocking one of the heads of #BlackLivesMatter on Twitter.   It's the same reason that those who oppose global carbon taxes should post pictures of Al Gore's mansions at every opportunity. See Alinsky, Rules 4-6.
** One must also realize that Climate Change "solutions" do not make a revolution. Those proposing this and that to fight it ARE the power centers. They ARE the governments, the foundations, the insiders. They are the System. Thus their revolution is not a fight to gain power so much as to centralize that power gained in the past century and a half.
*** I suspect that Climate Change Revolutionaries will never grok even half the damage they did to science by dressing their rain dances up as meteorology.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

LOL @ her


I told the lovely and gracious Rogue, "Tonight we can salsa together."  She thought we were going dancing.

#winning

An (almost) fruitless endeavor

 Rogue hit the sauce a little early today
So anyway, this year's apple harvest was not off the charts.  It was actually on the chart, represented by that flat line right down near the bottom.  I picked a whole tree last night and received a single 5-gallon bucket of malformed, pockmarked apples for the effort, many of which had moths smugly lounging on them while I was picking. They are not pretty.

Even though the pears are not yet ripe (I was canning already during the second week of August last year) they are similarly anemic. I'm sure it's not just the fire blight, as this year we had very few blackberries or grapes, and no plums to speak of.  And ants ate both the strawberries.

Veggies met expectations, and I have a second planting of potatoes now coming up, along with a second batch of green beans. Herbs did better than I had hoped. But there will be no new jellies this fall* unless we hit a bulk sale on something**.

But I do wonder if the second plantings are even going to get going before the climate weather shuts them down.  61 degrees when I left for work this morning, supposed to be 62 tomorrow. Second week of August. Where is your global warming now?

* Which is really ok. Since last year was such a banner year, I have a couple mixed cases remaining.
** Something not jalapenos.  Of the 7 jars I made last year, I managed to give away one and have 6 remaining. It would need to be a really bad year before those got eaten, I suspect.