Die in Darkness

An actual headline in the WashPo:

The coronavirus recession is exposing how the economy was not strong as it seemed https://t.co/ZUpvfMB5Um

People seriously write this kind of thing. It’s unbelievable.

Puffing Solnit

For your evening entertainment, here’s a hilarious puff piece on Rebecca Solnit. She’s one of the most superficial, pompous people in existence, which is why she attracts such a big following.

Just one tiny quote from this review of Solnit’s new book:

I was fist-pumping by the time I got to: ‘We were trained to please men, and that made it hard to please ourselves. We were trained to make ourselves desirable in ways that made us reject ourselves and our desires.’

Seriously, who are the people who can seriously write this – and get excited when reading it – in the year 2020? It’s embarrassing. Fist-pumping? Over something we’ve heard five billion times? Or do these two weird individuals think this is a fresh new take?

One of Us

People at my church don’t perceive me as a foreigner. They keep saying things like, “remember that TV show from when we were kids” or “how old were you when your parents first took you to Disney World?”

From this I conclude that the total incomprehension of my accent around here isn’t caused by the accent. It’s psychological. Once people accept me as “one of us,” they stop noticing it.

Also, nobody at church ever asked me anything about “your country.” Everybody assumes that I’m in my country already.

That’s one of the reasons I like going.

Biden’s Veep

At least, this week it’s become clear who will be Biden’s VP choice.

If it’s not clear to you, then think: who is the young female politician at the heart of a completely manufactured scandal that portrayed her as a victim of Trump’s sexism?

(If anybody needs proof that it’s a manufactured scandal, I direct you to her interview on NBC this morning where she pretty much acknowledged it’s a manufactured scandal).

New York, New York

Cities have become dumping grounds for globally begotten problems. The residents of cities and their elected representatives tend to be confronted with a task they can by no stretch of imagination fulfill: the task of finding local solutions to global contradictions.

Local politics – and particularly urban, politics – has become hopelessly overloaded – much beyond its carrying/performing capacity. It is now expected to mitigate the consequences of out-of-control globalization with means and resources that self-same giobahzation rendered pitifully inadequate.

Zygmunt Bauman, Liquid Love

This is what Zygmunt Bauman wrote about New York (and other large cities by analogy) in 2003.

On the same page, he says that the exterritorial globe-trotting elites will suffer the consequences of this, too, when this out-of-control globalization becomes too hard for them to manage.

Ossified Brains

People seem to think there’s some sort of merit in remaining faithful to the position they took on an issue early on before all the information came in. But it’s the exact opposite. There’s merit in being able to adjust your thinking to fit new data, not in stubbornly clinging to an earlier, less informed position.

Somebody asked on Twitter how the quarantine made people change their minds on anything. And the absolute majority just reiterated what they have believed forever.

“I thought people belonging to the opposing party were redeemable but now I realize they aren’t!”

“I thought Trump / Pelosi was bad but at least still human but now I realize s/he isn’t!”

So pathetic. It’s really scary how many people actually take pride in their completely ossified mentality.

Global Welfare Is Impossible

I’m hoping that the complete blasted ineptitude of WHO – which is still denying that masks work and avoids answering questions by pretending that the connection cut out – will dispel the insane belief in the possibility of a global welfare system.

If you feel tempted to ask who believes in it, I address you to the first Democratic primary debate of 2019 and ask you to observe every single person on the stage.