Monday, 15 June 2020

Roving Moderator





BARTLET :
You know, I was watching a television program before with a sort of a roving moderator who spoke to a seated panel of young women who are having some sort of problems with their boyfriends. 

Apparently, because the boyfriends have all slept with the girlfriend's mothers. 

Then they brought all the boyfriends out and they fought, right there on television.

Toby, tell me — These people don't vote, do they?

TOBY :
I wouldn't think so. No sir.

Sunday, 14 June 2020

Bugger Kafka

David Foster Wallace: Remarks on Kafka

“And it is this, I think, that makes Kafka’s wit inaccessible to children whom our culture has trained to see jokes as entertainment and entertainment as reassurance.

It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s Humour but that we’ve taught them to see humour as something you get the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. 

No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke : that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward Home is in fact our home.


It’s hard to put into words, up at the blackboard, believe me. You can tell them that maybe it’s good they don’t “get” Kafka. You can ask them to imagine his stories as all about a kind of door. To envision us approaching and pounding on this door, increasingly hard, pounding and pounding, not just wanting admission but needing it; we don’t know what it is but we can feel it, this total desperation to enter, pounding and ramming and kicking. That, finally, the door opens … and it opens outward—we’ve been inside what we wanted all along. Das ist komisch.”


1999
"There is nothing up there."

STANTZ :
Hey, where do these stairs go....?

[ Venkman strides purposefully the ruins  of the obliterated corner-penthouse apartment, conducts a visual inspection of the newly-manifested architectural feature and pronounces his finding on the structure. ]

VENKMAN :
They Go Up.

[ And so they do. ]

The Personal Justice Warrior


Personal Justice : 
A Warriorship Ethic











And Finally, Rule # 9: 

Nobody’s Perfect. 

People are going to tell you, 
"You're perfect just the way you are." 

You are Not

You are imperfect
You always will be.

 But, There is a Powerful Force 
that designed you that way. 

And if you're willing to accept that, 
You Will Have GRACE.
 
And Grace is a gift.

And like The Freedom 
that we enjoy in This Country,

That Grace was paid for with 
Somebody Else's blood

Do not forget it. 

Don't take it for granted.

God bless you.

Please get home safely.

Thank you.

WHY I AM NOT A PACIFIST 
(1940) 

The question is whether to serve in the wars at the command of the civil society to which we belong is a wicked action, or an action morally indifferent or an action morally obligatory. 

In asking how to decide this question, we are raising a much more general question: how do we decide what is good or evil? 

The usual answer is that we decide by conscience. 

But probably no one thinks now of conscience as a separate faculty, like one of the senses. Indeed, it cannot be so thought of. 

For an autonomous faculty like a sense cannot be argued with; you cannot argue a man into seeing green if he sees blue. 

But the conscience can be altered by argument; and if you did not think so, you would not have asked me to come and argue with you about the morality of obeying the civil law when it tells us to serve in the wars. 

Conscience, then, means the whole man engaged in a particular subject matter. 

But even in this sense conscience still has two meanings. 

It can mean (a) the pressure a man feels upon his will to do what he thinks is right; (b) his judgement as to what the content of right and wrong are. 

In sense (a) conscience is always to be followed. 

It is the sovereign of the universe, which ‘if it had power as it has right, would absolutely Rule The World’. 

It is not to be argued with, but obeyed, and even to question it is to incur guilt. 

But in sense (b) it is a very different matter. 

People may be mistaken about wrong and right; most people in some degree are mistaken. 

By what means are mistakes in this field to be corrected? 


The most useful analogy here is that of Reason – by which I do not mean some separate faculty but, once more, The Whole Man judging, only judging this time not about Good and Evil, but about Truth and Falsehood. 


Now any concrete train of reasoning involves three elements :

Firstly, there is the reception of facts to reason about

These facts are received either from Our Own Senses, or from The Report of Other Minds; that is, either experience or authority supplies us with our material. 

But each man’s experience is so limited that the second source is the more usual; of every hundred Facts upon which to Reason, ninety-nine depend on Authority

Secondly, there is the direct, simple act of the mind perceiving Self-Evident Truth, as when we see that if A and B both equal C, then they equal each other. 

This act I call Intuition. 

Thirdly, there is an art or skill of arranging the facts so as to yield a series of such intuitions which linked together produce a proof of the truth or falsehood of the proposition we are considering. 

Thus in a geometrical proof each step is Seen by Intuition, and to fail to see it is to be not a bad geometrician but An Idiot

The skill comes in arranging the material into a series of intuitable ‘steps’. 

Failure to do this does not mean Idiocy, but only lack of Ingenuity or Invention

Failure to follow it need not mean Idiocy, but either Inattention or Defect of Memory which forbids us to hold all the intuitions together

Now all Correction of Errors in Reasoning is really correction of the first or the third element

The Second, the Intuitional element, cannot be corrected if it is Wrong, nor supplied if it is lacking. 

You can give The Man New Facts. 

You can Invent a Simpler Proof, that is, a simple concatenation of intuitable Truths. 

But when you come to an Absolute Inability to See any one of the self-evident steps out of which the proof is built, then you can do nothing

No doubt this Absolute Inability is much rarer than we suppose. 

Every Teacher knows that people are constantly protesting that they ‘can’t see’ some self-evident inference, but the supposed inability is usually a Refusal to See, resulting either from some passion which wants not to See The Truth in Question or else from Sloth which Does Not Want to Think at All

But when the inability is real, argument is at an end. 

You cannot produce rational intuition by argument, because argument depends upon rational intuition. 

Proof rests upon The Unprovable which has to be just ‘Seen’. 

Hence faulty intuition is incorrigible

It does not follow that it cannot be trained by practice in attention and in the mortification of disturbing passions, or corrupted by the opposite habits. 

But it is not amenable to correction by argument. Before leaving the subject of Reason, I must point out that authority not only combines with experience to produce the raw material, the ‘facts’, but also has to be frequently used instead of reasoning itself as a method of getting conclusions. 

For example, few of us have followed the reasoning on which even 10 per cent of the truths we believe are based. 

We accept them on authority from the experts and are wise to do so, for though we are thereby sometimes deceived, yet we should have to live like savages if we did not. 

Now all three elements are found also in conscience. 

The facts as before, come from experience and authority. I do not mean ‘moral facts’ but those facts about actions without holding which we could not raise moral questions at all – for we should not even be discussing Pacifism if we did not know what war and killing meant, nor Chastity, if we had not yet learned what schoolmasters used to call ‘the facts of life’. 

Secondly, there are the pure intuitions of utterly simple good and evil as such. 

Third, there is the process of argument by which you arrange the intuitions so as to convince a man that a particular act is wrong or right. 

And finally, there is authority as a substitute for argument, telling a man of some wrong or right which he would not otherwise have discovered, and rightly accepted if the man has good reason to believe the authority wiser and better than himself. 

The main difference between Reason and Conscience is an alarming one. 

It is thus: that while the unarguable intuitions on which all depend are liable to be corrupted by passion when we are considering truth and falsehood, they are much more liable, they are almost certain to be corrupted when we are considering good and evil. 

For then we are concerned with some action to be here and now done or left undone by ourselves. 

And we should not be considering that action at all unless we had some wish either to do or not to do it, so that in this sphere we are bribed from the very beginning. 

Hence the value of Authority in checking, or even superseding, our own activity is much greater in this sphere than in that of Reason. 

Hence, too, human beings must be trained in obedience to the moral intuitions almost before they have them, and years before they are rational enough to discuss them, or they will be corrupted before the time for discussion arrives.

The Will to Fall


" Now I have come to The Crossroads in my life. 

I always knew what The Right Path was. 
Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. 

You know why...? 
It was TOO DAMN HARD. 

Now here's Charlie. 
He's come to The Crossroads. 
He has chosen a Path. 

It's The Right Path. 
It's a Path, made of PRINCIPLE -- 
That leads to CHARACTER. "


Personal Experience Does Not Constitute Authority Over Others

Jordan B. Peterson Conversation/BlackLivesMatter 

"There are Limits to what even interested persons can ask of each other."

-- David Foster Wallace, 
Consider The Lobster




WILL 
So what's this? A Taster's Choice moment between guys? 
This is really nice. You got a thing for swans? 
Is this like a fetish? 
It's something, like, maybe we need to devote some time to?

 SEAN 
I thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting.

 WILL 
eah?

 SEAN 
Stayed up half the night thinking about it. 
Something occurred to me, I fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and I haven't thought about you since. 
You know what occurred to me?

 WILL No.

 SEAN 
You're just a kid. 
You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.

 WILL 
Why Thank You.

 SEAN 
It's all right. 
You've never been out of Boston.

 WILL
Nope.

 SEAN
So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. 

Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. 
Life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? 

But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. 
You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that....

If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. 


You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably uh...throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable...known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you..who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, n to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. no one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. >>> Your move, chief. > 




Carmine Falcone : 
You're taller than you look in the tabloids, Mr. Wayne.

No gun? I'm insulted! 

You could have just sent a thank-you note.


Bruce Wayne : I didn't come here to thank you. 

I came here to show you that not everyone in Gotham's afraid of you.


Carmine Falcone : Only those who know me, kid. 

Look around you: you'll see two councilmen, a union official, a couple off-duty cops, and a judge.

Now, I wouldn't have a second's hesitation of blowing your head off right HERE and right NOW in front of 'em. 

Now, that's power you CAN’T BUY — That's The Power of fear.
Bruce Wayne : I'm not afraid of you.
Carmine Falcone : Because you think you got nothing to lose. But you haven't thought it through. You haven't thought about your lady-friend down at the D.A.'s office. You haven't thought about your old butler. Bang!
Carmine Falcone : People from your world have so much to lose. Now, you think because your mommy and your daddy got shot, you know about the ugly side of life, but you don't. You've never tasted desperate. You're, uh, you're Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham; you'd have to go a thousand miles to meet someone who didn't know your name. So, don't-don't come down here with your anger, trying to prove something to yourself. This is a world you'll never understand. And you always fear what you don't understand. Alright.

 

Carmine Falcone : Yeah, you got spirit, kid. I'll give you that. More than your old man, anyway. In the joint, Chill told me, uh, told me about the night he killed your parents. He said your father begged for mercy. Begged. Like a dog.

POD



We all want to Help one another —
Human Beings are like that. 
We want to live by each other's Happiness, 
not by each other's Misery. 

We don't want to hate and despise one another. 

In This World, there is room for everyone :
The Good Earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. 
The Way of Life can be Free and Beautiful — 

But We Have Lost The Way
Greed has poisoned Men's Souls, 
Has barricaded The World with Hate, 
Has goose-stepped Us into Misery and Bloodshed. 

We have developed Speed, 
But We have SHUT ourselves IN. 



 Now, THIS is Podracing!

pod (n.1)
"seed of beans," 1680s, of uncertain origin; found earlier in podware "seed of legumes, seed grain" (mid-15c.), which had a parallel form codware "husked or seeded plants" (late 14c.), related to cod "husk of seeded plants," which was in Old English. 

In reference to pregnancy from 1890; in reference to a round belly from 1825. Meaning "detachable body of an aircraft" is from 1950. Pod people (1956) is from movie "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," based on novel by Jack Finney.


pod (n.2)
"herd of whales or seals," 1827, American English, of unknown origin.


Friday, 12 June 2020

The Need for Belief


I Don’t HAVE to Believe You





"But the interesting thing to me is this --
 
There are Men, who've been married, 
and who have children, 
who believe that they've been women all along....
 
I don't believe them. Sorry. 

You can hold a knife to my throat -- 
I don't believe you.

BUT, nowadays, if they have surgery and they undergo 'Gender Re-assignment', if they accept 'Gender Re-assignment', which means changing their sex in their passport -- 
Their marriage is ANNULLED...

Now, that's not even just ended -- that's 
ANNULLED....

What that says is, 
"There Never WAS a Marriage....”

The Wife is DUMPED, 
and The Children are BASTARDISED 
-- and that's The Law!

I can't get over that!! 

That was NEVER discussed.... 
I didn't know it myself until a week ago.

And I've had women writing to me, saying that they've been dumped in this way, and.... 
they've got nothing.

They can't claim Child Support, or anything.... So....
Something needs to happen, there....

And they now want ME to represent them —
and I don't think I want to do it -- because it's now become this silliness...."

Loyalty Means Everything to The Clones














"It's awkward having a policeman around the house.
Friends drop in, a man with a badge answers the door, the temperature drops 20 degrees.

You throw a party and that badge gets in the way. 
All of a sudden there isn't a straight man in the crowd. 
Everybody's a comedian. 
"Don't drink too much," 
somebody says, 
"or the man with a badge'll run you in." 

Or 
"How's it going, Dick Tracy? 
How many jaywalkers did you pinch today?" 

And then there's always the one who wants to know how many apples you stole.

All at once you lost your first name. 
You're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law
You're the fuzz, the heat
you're poison, you're trouble, you're bad news

They call you everything, but never a policeman.

It's not much of a life, unless you d on't mind missing a Dodger game because the hotshot phone rings. 

Unless you like working Saturdays, Sundays, 
and holidays, at a job that doesn't pay overtime.

Oh, the pay's adequate-- if you count pennies you can put your kid through college, but you better plan on seeing Europe on your television set.

And then there's your first night on the beat. 
When you try to arrest a drunken prostitute in a Main St. bar and she rips your new uniform to shreds. 

You'll buy another one-- out of your own pocket.

And you're going to rub elbows with the elite-- pimps, addicts, thieves, bums, winos, girls who can't keep an address and men who don't care. 
Liars, cheats, con men--  the class of Skid Row.

And the heartbreak-- underfed kids, beaten kids, molested kids, lost kids, crying kids, homeless kids, hit-and-run kids, broken-arm kids, broken-leg kids, broken-head kids, sick kids, dying kids, dead kids. 

The old people nobody wants-- the reliefers, the pensioners, the ones who walk the street cold, and those who tried to keep warm and died in a $3 room with an unventilated gas heater. 

You'll walk your beat and try to pick up the pieces.

Do you have real adventure in your soul? 
You better have, because you're gonna do time in a prowl car. 
Oh, it's going to be a thrill a minute when you get an unknown-trouble call and hit a backyard at two in the morning, never knowing who you'll meet-- 
a kid with a knife, a pill-head with a gun, or two ex-cons with nothing to lose.

And you're going to have plenty of time to think. 
You'll draw duty in a lonely car, with nobody to talk to but your radio.

Four years in uniform and you'll have the ability, the experience and maybe the desire to be a detective. 
If you like to fly by the seat of your pants, this is where you belong. 
For every crime that's committed, you've got three million suspects to choose from. 
And most of the time, you'll have few facts and a lot of hunches. 
You'll run down leads that dead-end on you. 
You'll work all-night stakeouts that could last a week. 
You'll do leg work until you're sure you've talked to everybody in the state of California.

People who saw it happen - but really didn't. 
People who insist they did it - but really didn't. 
People who don't remember - those who try to forget. 
Those who tell The Truth - those who lie. 
You'll run the files until your eyes ache.

And paperwork? 
Oh, you'll fill out a report when you're right, you'll fill out a report when you're wrong, you'll fill one out when you're not sure, you'll fill one out listing your leads, you'll fill one out when you have no leads, you'll fill out a report on the reports you've made! 
You'll write enough words in your lifetime to stock a library.

You'll learn to live with doubt, anxiety, frustration. 
Court decisions that tend to hinder rather than help you. 
Dorado, Morse, Escobedo, Cahan. 
You'll learn to live with the District Attorney, testifying in court, defense attorneys, prosecuting attorneys, judges, juries, witnesses. 
And sometimes you're not going to be happy with the outcome.

But there's also this: there are over 5,000 men in this city, who know that being a policeman is an endless, glamourless, thankless job that's gotta be done.

I know it, too, and I'm damn glad to be one of them."

Thursday, 11 June 2020

The Cosmology of The Police Constable

 

Why didn't you say anything?
 
Believe me, I tried.
But Keaton wouldn't have it.
It was too far-fetched for him.
Keaton was a grounded guy, an ex-cop.
 
To a cop, The Explanation is never that complicated. 
It's always simple.
 
“There's no mystery to The Street, no arch-criminal behind it all —
If you got a dead body
and you think his brother did it, you're going to find out you're right.”
 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman : 
Hi.
You have a minute? 
 
LEGION :
Actually, I was I was just -
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Oh, it'll only take a second.
I feel like this is our spot.
Are you...
 
 
LEGION :
….'Cause I got I was going in the tank to --
 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Oh, you were just in there, I thought.
Some modifications to get outside space-time.
Isn't that what you told Kerry?
Over my head, The Science, but I got to ask,  Did it Work? 
 
LEGION :
What? 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
That line you gave about seeing where Farouk was gonna be --
 
Or Where He Was.
 
LEGION :
I'm - 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
No, of course we know where he was.
He was here.
He killed 11 of my men, turned one into a pig,
scared the shit out of a bunch of kids.
 
 
LEGION :
I feel like, in order to answer that question,
I need to explain how telepathy works.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Did you find him? 
Yes or no? 
 
LEGION :
He hides.
 
I used to think it was just inside Oliver's mind,
but then I realized he keeps other minds in there with him.
 
Lenny.
Maybe others.
 
And when he senses me looking,
he brings one forward and hides inside of it.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
So, uh, what you're saying is, you're useless.
Or maybe you're - 
 
LEGION :
Maybe I'm what? 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Are you familiar with the term "collusion"
 
DAVID: 
You're starting to make me mad.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Oh, are you gonna put more office supplies in my face? 
Burn me alive? 
 
LEGION :
That's - You were The Bad Guy.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Yeah, that's funny.
I thought YOU were The Bad Guy.
 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
TELEPATHICALLY :
I know you're lying.
I think you're helping him, 
but I don't know why.
 
LEGION :
And I think Your Job is to suspect everyone, 
and that makes everyone a suspect.
 
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
[SIGHS.]
Why'd you take us to The Desert? 
 
LEGION :
I told you, I saw him there.
Amahl Farouk.
The Shadow King.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Yeah, but I-I thought you didn't know what he looked like.
 
LEGION :
Oliver.
He's in Oliver.
That's who I saw.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
That's not what you SAID.
 
LEGION :
Just let me do my job.
This'll all be over soon enough.
 
CLARK, 
The One-Eyed Policeman :
Okay.
But just remember :
 
[SINGSONGSY]
 
We see everything.

Wednesday, 10 June 2020

RUSSIANS





Jeremy Usborne :
[Watching the music video for "Russians" by Sting]
Do you think he really wondered, Sting, if The Russians loved their children too? ... 

Jeremy Usborne :
I'm not so sure. 

He really seems to be sincerely hoping that the Russians love their children too —

Which I think is a little bit patronising.

The Aristocrat, The Bourgeois and The Prole

1984 (1984) Winston and O'Brien's first meeting

I am The Senate


I, Supreme Chancellor Sheeve Palpatine identifies as The Senate. 

This means that I originally identified as the gender assigned to me at birth, in my case male, but have now made myself, through my own Will to Power into More Than a Mere Man, into an Idea.

I use I/Me Pronouns.

Palpatine:
Ha ha ha ha, so I threw the senate at him. The whole senate! True story!

I am The French Revolution


The French Revolution was defeated. The victors of half a dozen battles, broken. An empire of enlightenment terror, fallen. 

It’s impiety exploited. 
Their armies outfought. 
Their colonies surrendered. Every idea has its time, and every idea falters. 

But That Which is Dead can live again.... in The Hands of a Believer


Tuesday, 9 June 2020

NO JUSTICE


The Justice System works quickly in The Future now that we have abolished all lawyers.