I Took 50,000 Photos To Create A Single Image Of The Moon This is my most popular image to date. I combined 50,000 images to make a 81 megapixel image of our moon.
The 2018/19 Maduro Diet | Yesterday Venezuela’s legitimate government attempted to drive a few sad trucks of beans into Venezuela from Colombia. To stop them, the Maduro dictatorship welded a couple of containers to the bridge and chained some low-level soldiers to them to try and get them killed and blame the interim President, the Americans, the Colombians; the weather and the sky god and whoever else they can think of. When the trucks of food finally made it through, the Maduro regime burned the food; while the millions of refugees and soldiers (who are also hungry) looked on, in confusion and shock. Let me say that again – they burned the food.
We who have watched the Maduro Famine in all its ignominy, who have written about the suicide and watched the bean-smoke as food goes up in flames will never stop reminding people: This only ends one way, bonfires of human flesh beside a bread line. Except now they’re even burning the bread…
“How did it ever happen that, when the dregs of the world had collected in western Europe, when Goth and Frank and Norman and Lombard had mingled with the rot of old Rome to form a patchwork of hybrid races, all of them notable for ferocity, hatred, stupidity, craftiness, lust, and brutality—how did it happen that, from all of this, there should come Gregorian chant, monasteries and cathedrals, the poems of Prudentius, the commentaries and histories of Bede, the Moralia of Gregory the Great, St. Augustine’s City of God, and his Trinity, the writings of Anselm, St. Bernard’s sermons on the Canticles, the poetry of Caedmon and Cynewulf and Langland and Dante, St. Thomas’ Summa, and the Oxoniense of Duns Scotus? How does it happen that even today a couple of ordinary French stonemasons, or a carpenter and his apprentice, can put up a dovecote or a barn that has more architectural perfection than the piles of eclectic stupidity that grow up at the cost of millions of dollars on the campuses of American universities?” — Thomas Merton, from The Seven Storey Mountain
The world may not reduce itself to a “lifeless husk” from CO2 but it may destroy itself through a collective loss of proportionality, by malware in the Kernel. The Democratic children are on the loose. If the 20th century can be described as the age of materialism and conflict, the 21st may be known as the age of information; the time we discovered angels and demons are real. Madness too can become incarnateand do stuff. The Red Queen |
The ‘Future Book’ Is Here, but It’s Not What We Expected We were looking for the Future Book in the wrong place. It’s not the form, necessarily, that needed to evolve—I think we can agree that, in an age of infinite distraction, one of the strongest assets of a “book” as a book is its singular, sustained, distraction-free, blissfully immutable voice. Instead, technology changed everything that enables a book, fomenting a quiet revolution. Funding, printing, fulfillment, community-building—everything leading up to and supporting a book has shifted meaningfully, even if the containers haven’t. Perhaps the form and interactivity of what we consider a “standard book” will change in the future, as screens become as cheap and durable as paper. But the books made today, held in our hands, digital or print, are Future Books, unfuturistic and inert may they seem.
Here’s How to Keep Coyotes Away for Good Donkeys and llamas hate coyotes. They’ll actually run them down and kill them. If you have the property or the livestock to keep safe from coyote attacks, one of these guard animals will get the job done. Typically, this form of animal control works in hurry for most livestock protection scenarios. Coyotes will still sneak in and take a victim from time to time, but the donkey or llama will get more of them in the long run.
Word Around the Net: NOT SO SUPER, MAN As most people know, Superman didn’t have flight at first. Most of his powers were granted him in the silver age (super-ventriloquism, etc). At first he could just jump an eighth of a mile (660 feet, or 2 football fields) and over a 20 story building. He wasn’t completely invulnerable either, a “bursting shell” could harm him. In fact his origin story is a bit different as well. The Kents find the boy and turn him over to an orphanage, then decide they love him too much and take him back. The Orphanage is glad to be rid of this child who can juggle cars. Nothing more is said of the child or his oddness by anyone. In fact, Superman is so blatant in use of his powers that just about anyone could figure out Clark Kent is Superman.
Why I’m Suing Twitter Earlier this year, lawyers acting on my behalf filed a legal complaint against Twitter in California. The social media behemoth has been suspending accounts, not because users break Twitter rules, but because they break rank. Despite repeated claims that the platform exists as a space for free speech, and the company’s professed public commitment to refrain from banning users for ideological reasons, Twitter is now doing just that. Those who fail to adhere to the company’s preferred politics are picked off, with no accountability to speak of.
The Value of Exercising Civility—in Both Oikis and Polis The marketplace of ideas has private and public stalls—and they operate differently. In the private sphere, whether at the dinner table or in the family car, you’re stuck in a one-channel universe: You can’t change your relatives of friends with a remote control or a mouse click. But in the public square, things are different. We have no pre-existing obligation to listen to anyone. We listen to someone because we believe or hope that he or she has something interesting or insightful to say. If they don’t, we move on. No one can read, watch or listen to everything; and we all have to prioritize.
Public-Private Propaganda You’ll note that the overwhelming majority of left-wing agitators on-line are unattached females looking for attention. The propaganda machine has weaponized unattached females, turning them into enforcers of the orthodoxy. Once again, the heavy lifting is not done at the agency or propaganda. It is done in corporate boardrooms. The Soviets never had such an effective and dedicated army of spies.
This system that rewards the counterfeiters of truth and punishes the skeptics is not something created by design. It is a natural byproduct of liberal democracy. When the only authority is the general will, the fifty percent plus one, controlling public opinion became the point of everything. Once one ideological camp gains an edge, they leverage that by supporting their fellow ideologues and punishing their opponents. It’s why institutions move from a normal status into a deranged one, like we see with the Boy Scouts.
It’s also why the ratio of lies to truth in the public sphere seems to be increasing geometrically. The quantity of truth in the world is always fixed. The math of existence is the denominator of life. The numerator, however, is the falsehoods. Systems like communism and liberal democracy require greater amounts of propaganda in order to survive, so before long the numerator dwarfs the denominator. It’s why we live in a sea of fake news and nonsense studies about human behavior, written by morons.
Great Expectations The #Resistance has been losing bigly in recent days as each new “bombshell” it manufactures turns out only to reveal its modus operandi, which is that the end justifies the means — the end being to evict the wicked Mr. Trump from office and the means being dishonesty and bad faith in its use of the government’s prosecutorial machinery. The New York Times has a Friday op-ed, The Mueller Report Is Coming. Here’s What to Expect, declaring, “A concise report will probably act a a ‘road map’ to investigation for the Democratic House — and to further criminal investigation by other prosecutors.” Translation: prepare to be disappointed by Mr. Mueller’s report and microwave a giant tub of popcorn for an extravaganza of sequels and re-boots. Beware of what you wish for. If the baton is passed to House committee chairs Jerrold Nadler, Maxine Waters, and Elijah Cummings, then in Act Two of the show, the country will be treated to something like the Spanish Inquisition as performed by Moe, Larry, and Curly.
7) “if you take joy in the thought of having your own women forced into combat, killed and mutilated”.
Apparently you’ve missed those same men, in droves, warning you that’s exactly what you were going get if the Sisterhood kept pushing this anti-biological codswallop contrary to reality forever that women are physically equal to men, and missed as well exactly the commenters you deride (hard to break old habits?) tell you until their tongues had calluses that 99% of women don’t even belong in the military in the first place, and never have, let alone within a country mile of combat duties, because there isn’t 1 in a literal 1,000,000 women who could even pass the physical.
And that it’s going to get women and men killed and maimed when it’s tried, and on top of that, cost us a battle, a campaign, perhaps even a war. Raconteur Report: Wish: Granted
Establishment Adopts Trump’s Views on China A new consensus is emerging, and it sounds a lot like what the president has said all along. Read recent essays on China. Visit think-tank public symposia. Hear out military analysts. Talk with academics and media pundits. Listen to Silicon Valley grandees. Watch Senate speeches and politicians interview on television. The resulting new groupspeak is surreal. If one excises the word “Trump,” what follows is a seemingly revolutionary recalibration of attitudes toward China that more or less echo Trump’s voice in the wilderness and often crude and shrill warnings dating back from the campaign trail of 2015.
A Report from the DNC Convention Planning Committee A recent meeting of the DNC Planning Committee for the 2020 Democratic Party Convention was held at the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Washington, DC. The planning committee discussed the various attributes and logistical challenges of finalist cities in the running to host the convention, as well as other topics on proposed stage designs, the size and shape of the speaker’s podium, and the placement and material to be used for the statue of Moloch where the live human child sacrifice would take place.
The Family Business That Put Nashville Hot Chicken on the Map People eat at Prince’s because of the chicken but also because of the story behind it. Jeffries has spent the better part of her adulthood recounting the legend, for she inherited both the recipe (which is secret) and the family lore (which is unverifiable). In the nineteen-thirties, her great-uncle Thornton Prince III was a handsome pig farmer and fond of women. One Saturday night, he dragged home late, angering his girlfriend. The next day, Prince asked her to make his favorite food, fried chicken. The girlfriend complied, but with a furious twist: she saturated the bird in cayenne pepper and other spices. No doubt, Prince was expected to suffer, and did—but he also enjoyed the experience. He began replicating the spicy fried chicken and selling it on weekends, out of his home.
Please Stop Stuffing Yorkshire Pudding Down the Drain Puhlease. We’re beggin’ ya.