We Need Experts

This is a stupid tweet. And everybody who expected anything but extreme escalation from Russia is stupid. This is why we need the Humanities. We need people who specialize in regions and countries. We need experts.

“Expert” has become a dirty word because of COVID, and this is massively unfair because throughout COVID actual experts were doing extraordinary work. All of my early knowledge about COVID came from scientific research I was reading daily. For instance, experts knew and put it in writing that children neither suffered from nor transmitted COVID by May of 2020. All of the bashing of experts was done by people who can’t tell an expert from a WashPo journalist.

In any case, there used to be highly educated, intelligent people advising US presidents. Philip Bobbitt is one such person. I found out about the impending destruction of the nation-state from one of his books. He knew and was advising several presidents in a row about it.

Then, the whole concept of inviting knowledgeable people to explain how things work somehow disappeared. And as a result, we ended up divorced from reality and subsumed in the most bizarre and groundless fantasies.

And yes, Humanities betrayed their purpose by turning themselves into a cudgel of political partisanship. We are all suffering as a result. But that’s exactly why real experts should be supported, encouraged, and listened to.

This “all Putin needed” at the beginning of the tweet above is so moronically dumb that one’s blood goes cold. Yet this utter misunderstanding of Russia’s behavior and motivation is widespread. As a result, we have the president wasting months in humiliating discussions of ceasefires that feed the Russians’ ego and achieve absolutely nothing else.

My Hateful Conduct

Somebody flagged my old book reviews on Amazon as containing harassment, and all of my reviews were deleted as a result. Here’s the link to a review that triggered this. I have no particular need to post reviews on Amazon but these insane accusations of “hateful conduct” reminded me of the reality we inhabited prior to January 21 of this year.

Trump is wildly imperfect and often mega annoying. But, people, I’d much rather have Trump than live in the musty censorship of pre-Trump. Today it exists on stupid platforms like Amazon that nobody cares about. Without Trump, our whole lives would have been eaten by the prissy censors of the leftist regime.

Book Notes: Cornamenta by Horacio Castellanos Moya

Horacio Castellanos Moya is El Salvador’s Balzac. He is writing a multi-novel saga where he traces the lives of the Aragón family members from 1940s to our times. If you thought that nobody wrote any longer like Trollope or Balzac, you are wrong. Castellanos Moya has created a rich and complicated literary world where each new novel adds a new piece to the puzzle of the familiar characters.

The preceding two novels in the Aragón saga, Moronga and A Tamed Man, were absolute masterpieces. They were set in 2010s, and show what mass migration and neoliberalism have done to Salvadorans. They are hilarious but also extremely dark. Outstanding and devastating literary feats.

With the new book in the series titled Cornamenta, Castellanos Moya steps back in time but also in intensity. The novel describes the closing days in the life of Clemen Aragón, the father of the Tamed Man Erasmo. It is set in 1972, and the historical backdrop is quaint and not extremely interesting for anybody but the most hardcore fans of the series. Clemen is as comically horny as his son, the protagonist of several of the Aragón novels. You get some useful background and meet a few of the familiar characters (Vikingo is one of them). But I found it hard to connect with the novel because after the heights of artistic mastery Castellanos Moya had reached in Moronga and A Tamed Man, this novel was a letdown.

Please don’t get me wrong. Castellanos Moya is one level extra beyond any of the most talented authors you can think of. His not-so-great book is still a masterpiece that other writers could only dream of writing. But I was hoping for something at the level of Moronga and A Tamed Man, and I definitely didn’t get that in Cornamenta.

Offensive Language

One change that I find disturbing here in SW Florida is the proliferation of offensive language in store names, menu offerings, brand labeling, and product advertisement in local establishment. I never had to worry about that kind of stuff here in America, and now I suddenly face the need to steer my child from a litany of fucks, asses, jerks, and worse.

As somewhat of an aside, if you decide to read Sarma’s memoir, please be forewarned that she overuses the f-word to an extraordinary degree. I’m a literary critic and no vocabulary in literature bothers me. But when it’s used randomly and repetitively for no purpose, that is simply bad writing.

Strange Timeline

Wait, what?

Is he suffering from heatstroke or did something happen that I missed?

Truly, one can’t get distracted for a day in this timeline.

The Smart Decision

Going through the bureaucratic red tape and the environmental regulations to dispose of these in the US will be costly and onerous:

Instead of getting itself into this quagmire, the Trump administration could simply sell them to Ukraine, pocket the money, and avoid the headache. There’s absolutely no reason not to do it.

Let’s see if this smart, fiscally responsible solution with zero downsides will be adopted.

Book Notes: The Bad Vegan Book

I finished Sarma Melngailis’s memoir The Girl with the Duck Tattoo, and it’s so sad. I feel terrible for this poor woman. She got married to a gambler who conned millions of dollars out of her. She robbed her own business to give this loser money so he could gamble it away. She defrauded friends. Lost everything, ended up in jail, and will be saddled with millions of dollars in debt forever.

And even after writing a 700-page memoir about all this, she has zero insight into why it all happened. The narrative is completely flat. It never goes deeper than an enumeration of money withdrawals she made in response to the conman’s badgering. Sarma is utterly mystified by her own actions. It is as if the possibility that effects might be connected to causes never crossed her mind. She has no family and no longer owns a business. One wonders what it is that she does all day that the possibility of analyzing her own motivations never occurs to her.

This is a sad, sad story. At times, the details of Sarma’s degradation are painful to read. But she learned absolutely nothing whatsoever and doesn’t seem to know there might be anything to learn.

Excellent Traitors

Are these people trying to be funny? I can’t guess.

American excellence consists of traitors who’d sell out their country for a few bucks? Is that some sort of a joke? The poster is on Bluesky, which means he’s probably not big on humor.

Ethnic Clashes in Spain

Ethnic clashes have started in the town of Torre Pacheco, population 35,000, in Southeastern Spain. A group of Moroccan migrants brutalized a peaceful grandpa who was walking to the cemetery. The video of the grandpa being beaten and taunted by a group of young louts is painful to watch.

Locals, who have had thousands of migrants brought into their town in the past couple of years, went out to protest. More Moroccans arrived, and now there are large disturbances.

The Spanish media are describing what is happening as “the far right is persecuting migrants.”

I do not advise looking at the videos or photos of the brutalized grandpa. They are not pretty.

The Female Hordes

I’m very uninterested in a discussion of the New York subway but I’ve got to ask:

Where are all these 20-year-old women going at midnight and why are there no young men going to that destination? It’s a completely sincere question. What are these “hoards of girls” pursuing alone on the subway at night?

I also wonder if the spelling mistakes are aimed at bolstering the self-infantilization that this guy pursues.