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  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    Happy Ash Wednesday. I was wondering why all the old people at the grocery store had tattoos on their foreheads. And I may or may not have bothered to wear contacts on that trip.

    Any American techies who want a free trip to Hobbition, New Zealand will pick up your tab for a job interview. This totally isn’t a timeshare scam, they swear.

    As ever, technology is making humans obsolete. Take up your sabots and destroy those power looms ordering kiosks!  The Rise of the Useless Class should be about people who make their living giving TED talks and doing jack shit.

    Ouch, relentless self-promoter-in-chief gets in fewer than half as many references to himself in his first address to Congress than his predecessor. Terrible!

    Someone thinks America needs a military department just for space. Would you like to know more?

    Tucker Carlson shows Bill Nye that he’s no science guy and unworthy of the bow-tie.

    All right you primative screwheads, listen up.
    This… is my BOOMSTICK!

     

  • Confessions of a Reluctant Drug Warrior

    Looks roomy, no?
    Pictured: westernsloper, maybe?

    The seven-meter rigid hull inflatable boat carried us across a light chop on the purple sea. There is something about the Gulf Stream that makes the sea a deep purple. I often stared into the depths wondering how many fish would get a go at me if I was sinking to the sea floor 700 fathoms below. I sat on the sponson, gripping the life line and felt the weight of my body armor and the Berretta on my belt with each bounce of the hull. My preferred job was to be the guy operating the boat. That was why I joined the Coast Guard, after all. I had no desire to be the guy climbing off the small boat and onto the sailboat we were racing toward in front of us a few hundred yards away. In the opposite direction, past the widening V of our small boat’s wake was our ship: a glistening white 110-foot patrol boat with the well known diagonal orange stripe on the bow that parted the light chop with a small splash as it passed through each wave.

    The captain had made contact with the sailboat prior to our departing the cutter. He gave them the usual orders, “Sailing vessel off my starboard bow, this is the United States Coast Guard. Muster your crew on deck, maintain heading and speed, and prepare to be boarded”. The USCG has the right to board any US flag vessel on the high seas, as well as any foreign flag vessel within our territorial waters extending out 12 NM. This “right” is written into law. 14 U.S. Code § 89

    • (a) The Coast Guard may make inquiries, examinations, inspections, searches, seizures, and arrests upon the high seas and waters over which the United States has jurisdiction, for the prevention, detection, and suppression of violations of laws of the United States.

    I knew little of this law when I joined the Coast Guard. The right of the Coast Guard to board a vessel was only briefly covered in a seamanship school I previously attended in hopes of making a career as a sailor. (My life didn’t work out that way.) My only contact with the Coast Guard prior to becoming one of them was being boarded once during a sailboat delivery from Grand Cayman to Venezuela. That trimaran was a UK flagged vessel, but the captain I was working for, a grizzled, wrinkled, weathered old German with an affinity for speedos, gave the Coast Guard permission to board our boat a couple hundred nautical miles south of Jamaica somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean.

    Having grown up in western Colorado, I had a strong mistrust of authority, as did everyone I grew up with. I think there is something in the water in Colorado. Or at least there used to be. The general attitude was “leave me alone, and I will leave you alone.” The best government was a small government. We grew up with a respect for private property because if you didn’t, there was a good chance you would get shot at. I had learned of the constitution only in a basic way in high school civics classes, but I did know what the 4th amendment was. All that I was part of that day as we raced across a small part of the Florida Straights to board a boat we did not suspect of anything but were going to board, anyway, just because we could, seemed, at least to my simple understanding of the constitution to be, kind of messed up, and at the worst, un-fucking-constitutional.

    The boat coxswain matched the sailboat’s speed and came alongside, edging the bow into the hull of the larger boat at an angle to allow us to climb over the wire rope lifelines onto the deck of the sailboat. The owners were polite, but, as usual, annoyed at the intrusion. Standard procedure was to keep the people on board in the cockpit, and search the vessel, “for officer safety”. The training goes: search all “man-sized” spaces to ensure there is nobody else on board that could do you harm and that the vessel was safe i.e. not sinking or about to burst into flame. My supervisor and I went below while the Boarding Officer stayed on deck and went through the owner’s documents and asked questions from a checklist to ensure they had all the required safety equipment. I went forward to the V-berth. My supervisor, the BM2, said, “Close the door to check that closet, and when it’s closed have a good look around”. I closed the door, looked in the closet, the bilge, and then flipped the bird at the door outside of which my BM2 stood. I did not have it in me to search where I should not. This is why I am no longer in law enforcement. It turned out not to be my cup of horse shit.

    Deepwater, amiright?
    “Assets” *snicker*

    I spent somewhere around 18 months stationed in Key West attached to that patrol boat. Much of it standing watch as we floated dark ship on dead calm nights on the Cal Sal bank under the glow of a magnificent star-filled sky as I stared off into the darkness looking for the smugglers. Many patrols ended with the rescue of rafters fleeing Castro’s Cuba, and I can say the odor of people who have been pickling in salt water for days is something that does not leave a person. We rescued a few boaters in distress and got underway in what was a storm lacking a couple mph of wind speed to make it to hurricane status. We made one big drug bust that was all intel and DEA had been watching the guys for months as they outfitted their boat with a false hull in the Bahamas. The amount of intelligence the federal agencies had filled several binders kept on the bridge with the names of suspect vessels as well as those on watch lists. All in all, I have fond memories, but it all watered the seeds of liberty from my Colorado youth and mistrust of big government and all the eyes watching what we do.

    Judge Napaletono writes here (h/t Mike Schmidt)

    • Liberty is rarely lost overnight. The wall of tyranny often begins with benign building blocks of safety — each one lying on top of a predecessor — eventually collectively constituting an impediment to the exercise of free choices by free people, often not even recognized until it is too late.

    14 USC 89 became law in 1949. It was a building block for safety and is the reason “inquiries” are made.

    My goal at the time I joined the Coast Guard was to drive boats and do search and rescue. To advance at the rate that were the drivers of said boats, Boatswainsmate, one has to become a Boarding Officer. As I advanced in rank and moved on to my next duty station in Washington state, I got orders from the USCG Maritime Law Enforcement School in Yorktown Virginia. The most important thing I learned there was that the strippers at the clubs in the area can’t actually take their clothes off. What kind of puritan idiocy is that? Hell, they even have proper strippers in Oklahoma for titties sake. I also received lessons in the case law that allows the USCG to continue with what seemed to me to be unconstitutional searches. Those searches have stood up in court time and time again. (I am sure there are those who would comment on this with much more knowledge than I and is why I followed this group of intelligent well-read degenerates across the interwebz. For lessons in liberty and smartassery.) A good breakdown of how 14 USC 89 became law can be found here, written by much smarterer peeples than me.

    My experiences in that realm of things I never intended to be a part of all occurred in the early 90’s, when I was young and not nearly as jaded as I am now in my current state of being an irascible middle age jackass. Those were times when the USCG was under the umbrella of the Department of Transportation and fought Amtrak for funds. Now, after 9/11, the Patriot Act, and lord knows what else, they fall under Department of Homeland Security. I fear for what happens on the seas these days, and I wonder what eyes watch us at this very moment.

  • All Hail the New Logo – Thanks Lafe Long

    Glib enough for ya?

    Thanks to now-designated-as beloved commenter Lafe Long for this truly excellent logo. At a later date we’ll post a roundup of other submissions so you can see the really hard choice that we had to make. There was much dissent, bargaining, and threatening to set people’s cars on fire, but eventually a choice was made. Even ZARDOZ and STEVE SMITH would be proud to wear this be-monocled fellow who is clearly firm but fair with his orphan servants.

    Lafe was also kind enough to provide us with a nice font for the sitename too. Look for this to be appearing on t-shirts, coffee mugs, bumperstickers and those “pussy-hats” that the woke people are wearing nowadays in the near future. We’re just about done doing the basic things required like having a moneybin constructed to hold all the loot you’ll send us.

    Lafe, in addition to our undying gratitude, you’ll get some free swag when we get it set up, full credit for creating the logo, and a no-expenses paid trip to Warty’s basement.

     

    Isn’t this awesome?!
  • The Hat and The Hair: Episode 38 – THE DEEP STATE

    In my heart and in my hands why don't people understand my intentions?

    Miles beneath the surface of the Earth, THE DEEP STATE made their plans.

    “We could kidnap Ivanka, shave her all over and feed her pork,” E14 suggested.

    “No. We must tap his phone!’ A47 said. “What is he writing on his Blackberry? The world must know!”

    “We already tap his phone. Trump Tweets and looks at pictures of a fried chicken,” B38 moaned. He needed to go to the bathroom very badly. He had spent time gossiping around eleven different water coolers that morning.

    “He must have PORN!” G63 screamed from across the vast and dimly lit table. “Muslim porn? Spic porn? Some sort of porn?!?”

    “Nothing we can find. We know the campaign flew in hookers during the election, but there’s no video, no audio, and all the girls have disappeared.” A3 said. He was the highest ranking member of THE DEEP STATE present and he struggled to control the others.

    “PORN!” G63 screamed again from behind his mask. He pulled it away from his face and flapped it a bit to get some air moving. It was hot miles beneath the surface of the Earth and the HVAC system kept crapping out on them.

    A figure in a disturbingly realistic Elizabeth Warren mask stood and shuffled paper into their microphone until the room was hushed.

    “Hello, members of THE DEEP STATE,” the figure began, its voice high and pinched, the tone hectoring and unpleasant. “I want to talk to you about our common enemy.”

    Murmurs went around the table and grew louder.

    The Warren figure gestured and a picture of The Hat came up on a screen that hung over the center of the table.

    “MAGA Prime,” the figure said, lips pursed and face pained like it had half a lemon in its ass.

    The murmurs and unrest grew until A3 was forced to cry out, “Who are you? What is your designation?”

    “What do you mean?” it said. “I have no designation.”

    All the members assembled there, the many-tentacled arms of THE DEEP STATE screeched in hate and fear.

    “HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?” A3 demanded, drowning out all the rest.

    “Indian stealth, of course,” Elizabeth said, shocked that she should have to explain.

    “Guards! Seize her!”

    “Now just you wait a minute, buster…” she started.

    “SILENCE!” A3 thundered. “Politicians like you come and go. We are THE DEEP STATE! We are forever!”

    “Wait! We can work together,” she said as the guards dragged her away.

    “NEVER!” they all said as one.

  • Wednesday Morning Links

    Hump Day, here we come.  Lots happened yesterday across the globe.  Let’s talk about some of them.

    Hopefully they’re not waiting on the city to solve their problems

    Well that’s it.  Go out and enjoy your day, friends. I know I will.

     

     

    And of course, this happened.

  • Trump Address Liveblog

    Trump speech live blog with updates in the article from your intrepid Glibs “staff” and your reactions in the comments.

     

    8:05:  Much cheering from a little more than half of the crowd….

    8:08: That hair is just ridiculous. (sloopy)

    8:10: Starts off condemning hate speech, vandalism and evil.  Not bad. (sloopy)

    8:11: See? He wants to torch the world! (HM)

    8:14: Campaign speech? Ugh. (sloopy)

    8:18: Hair is looking’ good tonight, y’all! But where’s The Hat? I demand a close up! (SugarFree)

    8:19: HOLY SHIT! This just became “Questions to the Prime Minister”! (HM)

    8:19: Who could complain about the lobbying rules? Team Blue, I guess. (sloopy)

    8:19: He’s really angling for that Union vote. Clinton shouldn’t have taken them for granted. (sloopy)

    8:23: I had no idea I was living in a post-apocalyptic wasteland! (HM)

    8:29: Doesn’t look like even the Dems that voted to confirm Gorsuch the last time can get off their hands.  Hypocrisy? Or are they lamenting their rubber-stamping some years ago? (sloopy)

    8:30 American juche is awesome! Maybe we can get 2 hot Asian chicks to smear VX nerve agent on Trump’s brother-in-law. (HM)

    8:35: Two kids are diaper-less and the third has just walked in with an entire chocolate cake in her hands. Shit. (sloopy)

    8:39: REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE with something closer to the free market.  Yes, please! (sloopy)

    8:43: “Across state lines.”  About time that got corrected. (sloopy)

    8:46: Jesus, fiscally liberal and socially conservative is the worst of both worlds! (HM)

    8:48: Wait, so Team Blue likes the arduous FDA approval process that keeps drugs from market that could save lives?  Seriously, what the fuck? (sloopy)

    8:49: SCHOOL CHOICE!!!!! (sloopy)

    8:50: *sigh* No one gives a shit about normal people, Donald. (HM)

    8:53: What gets both Republicans and Democrats on their feet? Cop-fellating. (HM)

    8:55: He’s gone 55 minutes without saying we need to bomb a specific nation off the face of the earth.  Is that a record for a President? (sloopy)

    8:56: Aaaaaaand as soon as I say that he talks about pissing a fortune away on military expenditures. (sloopy)

    8:59: Amending HM’s comment from 8:53…and Soldier-fellating.  (sloopy)

    9:04: Somehow Chuck Shumer manages to look worse than normal, like a melted wax figure of himself. (SugarFree)

    9:07: Holy shit. Trigger Warning, please. You can’t just flip over to Pelosi like that.

    9:13: An entire presidential speech that didn’t ask for support in bombing another sovereign nation.  That’s got to be a first so far as I can remember. (sloopy)

  • The Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars

    Last Sunday morning, I went with my wife to brunch at the local churrascaria in belated celebration (due to a case of the flu) of our 12th wedding anniversary.

    I mention this only because events like a wedding anniversary cause one to muse on cycles. Due to its proximity to the Sinosphere, 12th (24th, 36th, etc.) anniversaries, be they of birth or marriage, carry a certain significance in Thai culture as part of the duodecennial cycle of the East Asian zodiac and the larger sexagenary cycle of year reckoning. While a full discussion of the relationship between the linear and teleological view of Whig history and an older social cycle view of history is beyond the ambit of this article, it is worth noting that, perhaps, the truth lies in the middle as history might resemble a gyre or corkscrew.

    One of the advantages of studying history, philosophy, and literature is that it provides a corrective lens to the intellectual myopia individuals possess due to the limitations of living memory as a result of the ephemeral nature of human life. Case in point, without the knowledge that comes from these disciplines, one might be forgiven for thinking that the contemporary culture war battleground of free speech on campus is somehow a new phenomenon that originates from the nefarious machinations of a shadowy cabal of Globalist-Zionist-Freemason Lizard People. In fact, free speech, higher education, and society have had a contentious relationship ever since Socrates drank that cup of hemlock. (Although, it is quite possible that the Anunnaki forebears of the Illuminati may have had something to do with that incident.)

    Indeed, in examining the similarities between the situation on campuses today with those of yesteryear, it is instructive to look at an incident that occurred on the campus of Indiana University during the Spring of 1890. Much like The Onion, which was founded by two students at the University of Wisconsin in 1988, during the 19th and early 20th century, college students would publish their own satirical newspapers and broadsides. These clandestine and anonymous publications were known in the contemporary vernacular as boguses. With one particular bogus, on April 19th, 1890, the frat bros of Beta Theta Pi pulled off an epic trolling of the good people of Bloomington, Indiana that has few rivals even almost 130 years later. On that Saturday morning, the town residents awoke to find a bogus attacking certain students and faculty members of Indiana University plastered to the doors of their homes and businesses. The content of the bogus was so scandalous that several individuals complained to the university. From our perception of those more genteel times, the modern reader might be forgiven in thinking the shocking satire was along the lines of “Prof. Higgsboson is a scoundrel and a rogue who deigns to whistle the tune of “Maggie Murphy’s Home” while peddling his velocipede through the park!” Please allow me to disabuse you of that notion as I have taken the liberty of transcribing the first paragraph of the Beta Theta Pi bogus for your elucidation:

    TURDS!!

    In the Ass-Hole of America!

    Although there are many turds in this dirtiest asshole of creation, we propose to shovel out only those that have been shit from the effects of the first dose of physic. In so much as there has been a long continued stopping of the bowels, it will be necessary to follow this dose by others at intervals of three days, until the entire gut is purged. The giant turd, the plug as it were, and the hardest to pass is a pale-faced, red-headed-son-of-a-bitch from Indianapolis. This low-lifed terrier has played with his pecker until his brains have ran out at the head of his cock. By reason of this this long continued self abuse, he became so enervated that he was not able to walk to the privy, and it was his custom to shit in the “Saline“[?] , and throw it in the stove. The next TURD, although softer in consistency, makes up what he lacks in substance by the loud tone of his stink. Saunderson, a half-assed lawyer who made an ignominious failure in that profession, thinks he is competent to teach oratory and Rhetoric, we want to inform the trustees that if his name isn’t Damnis next year, I. U, will be hissed out of state oratorical.

    All right, there’s a bad hombre in that dorm who said there are only two genders. Get your shit in one bag and ROLL OUT!

    It goes on for several more paragraphs, which you can read in its entirety here. The reaction of Indiana University when presented with this bogus was to hire the infamous Pinkerton National Detective Agency to track down the authors of the broadside, which would be akin to a university today hiring Blackwater Academi mercenaries to track down violators of its speech code. According to the archives of Indiana University, the result of the investigation was that the bogus was written and distributed by seven members of Beta Theta Pi and that one of them was a son of a university trustee. All of them were expelled from the university; however, within two years, all seven were eventually reinstated as students in good standing and five were awarded their degrees.

    The language used by the Pinkerton agent in his report of the incident is evocative of the language used today by modern speech police in that he first appeals to the injurious effect the bogus had upon the greater social order:

    This circular attacked some of the faculty and the most popular students of the college at this place, known at the Indiana College, and was couched in language so filthy that, if such a thing were possible, it must have shamed even the depraved author. It seems that several hundred of these circulars were distributed, and in all probability every child in the village has read them.

    Second, the agent cast aspersions as to the character of the perpetrators, “To be able to join most of these Fraternities, it is necessary to possess a certain amount of intellectual ability, good standing in college and society and moral worth, but to join the Beta one must have a certain number of good suits of clothes, must dissipate and in short, must be a hail fellow well met.” It is a mindset in which readers of my last article will be familiar with, in which speech that challenges the cherished nostrums of the day is cited as evidence of moral and ethical defect.

    From action to reaction, the parallels with past eras loom large. Be it the Trial of Socrates or the Beta Theta Pi bogus, speech that is considered to have the potential to upset the standing social order produces a reaction to suppress it.  Those lacking a synoptic view of the human story, might read contemporary accounts of the climate surrounding freedom of speech in academia and think it to be a novel situation. Furthermore, this opinion might be strengthened through the scribblings of venal journalists attempting to fatten their paychecks through fomenting moral panic with use of hyperbolic language like ‘unprecedented crisis.’ Yet, even a cursory glance at history shows that this is actually the status quo. Indeed, it is a sign of a healthy civil institution, for as the fount from which new knowledge and ideas spring, it is to be expected that those ideas which have the potential to radically alter society will be met with such perturbation. While one should support efforts to protect the right of individuals to speak freely on campus and be concerned about efforts to suppress that right, one should not also indulge in the hyperbole that any reaction to speech is evidence that the descendants of those Beta Theta Pi brothers are cowering in the attic of 1100 North Jordan Avenue in hiding from the administrative gestapo of IU’s Academic Affairs. For as history shows, there has never been a time when there isn’t a group of students or scholars who aren’t upset about something; this is a natural side-effect of the dynamism inherent in the institution. Indeed, to point to any sign of discontent on campus, as if any state other than complete harmony is unnatural, is often the tool of tyrants.

    (Source: http://www.international.ucla.edu/china/sammylee/events/6910)

    In 221 BC, after Qin Shi Huangdi brought all of China under his control to become its first emperor, his prime minister, Li Si, began a campaign to suppress dissent known in Chinese as 焚書坑儒 (fénshū kēngrú), which is rendered into English as “Burning books and burying the [Confucianist] scholars.” Historian Sima Qian recorded in the Annals of Qin Shi Huang that:

    Li Si Said: “I, your servant, propose that all historians’ records other than those of Qin’s be burned. With the exception of the academics whose duty includes possessing books, if anyone under heaven has copies of the Shi Jing [Classic of Poetry], the Shujing [Classic of History], or the writings of the hundred schools of philosophy, they shall deliver them (the books) to the governor or the commandant for burning. Anyone who dares to discuss the Shi Jing or the Classic of History shall be publicly executed. Anyone who uses history to criticize the present shall have his family executed. Any official who sees the violations but fails to report them is equally guilty. Anyone who has failed to burn the books after thirty days of this announcement shall be subjected to tattooing and be sent to build the Great Wall. The books that have exemption are those on medicine, divination, agriculture, and forestry. Those who have interest in laws shall instead study from officials.”

    Dean Edger Head – Gotham University (Source: http://batman.wikia.com)

    When considering the constant squabbling between the campus Lilliputians and Blefuscudians over which end of a soft-boiled egghead is best, until there is the burning of books and the burial of scholars, the proper reaction is to merely shake one’s head, be it egged or not, over the folly of youth. For it is the inherent stupidity of the 18 through 30 year-old that ensures history has its cycles as well as purging the turds in the asshole of America.

  • When A Game Of Chicken Goes Horribly Wrong

    I know its a week old, so sue me!

    Florida Man?  Pshaw!  Alabama Man, not to be outdone by his panhandly (it could be a word) neighbors, decided it was a good idea to play chicken at 4:00 am.  His son, rather than talk him out of the plan, decided to participate in the festivities.

    This is not how they did it.

    An Alabama father and son were killed in a head-on collision with each other on Saturday morning, police said.

    Police said that alcohol was a factor in the crash that killed Jeffrey Morris Brasher, 50, and his son, Austin Blaine Brasher, 22, but they are continuing to investigate.

    The crash occurred at around 4:10 a.m. when the 2006 Ford pickup the Brasher was driving collided with his son’s 2004 Chevrolet pickup, according to police.

    Neither Brasher was wearing a seatbelt, according to reports.

    Neither was available for comment.

  • Tuesday Afternoon Links

    Happy Tuesday. Welcome to today’s edition of sleep deprived afternoon links. Hopefully this resembles something not entirely unlike links.

    • Colon and rectal cancer incidents are rising in young people. It may be prudent to get your asses checked earlier.
    • More bad news for Big Diamond, every kiss may begin with Kay, but giving her a job at a jewelry store isn’t the same as giving her jewelry.
    • JP Morgan software does 360,000 hours of lawyers’ billable work in seconds. This surprises nobody who has ever had to employ a lawyer for a matter that should take minutes and somehow takes 20 hours.
    • The robc Memorial “State Out of Marriage” Bill has passed out of Committee in Alabama. Is it poetic justice that bigots created marriage licensing and now want to undo it? Is this the Libertarian Moment when politicians wake up to the Iron Laws?
    •  China to consider financial incentives for second child. Why, its almost like the State’s policy led to entirely predictable, but completely unforeseen negative consequences. We should definitely encourage the American government to create as many of those situations as possible, right? Right?

      Cancer isn't funny
      We’re the government and we’re here to help you.
  • FCC Chairman Calls For Rollback Of Net Neutrality “Mistake”

    Proponents and enemies of net neutrality can stop guessing what the new head of the FCC will do.  He has made it abundantly clear that he will move to dismantle the rule.

    “It has become evident that the FCC made a mistake,” Pai said at Mobile World Congress in Barcelona, according to a copy of his prepared remarks provided to CNNTech. “Our new approach injected tremendous uncertainty into the broadband market. And uncertainty is the enemy of growth.”

    Reality!

    Thank God we have someone that understands market realities and how consumer choice is better facilitated when agencies get out of the way and let firms compete.

    According to CNN:

    The net neutrality rules, approved by the FCC in 2015 amid an outpouring of online support, let the agency regulate the Internet as a public utility, placing greater restrictions on broadband providers.
    The rules prevent Internet providers like Comcast (CCV) and AT&T (T, Tech30) from deliberately speeding up or slowing down traffic from specific websites and apps. In short, the rules are intended to prevent providers from playing favorites.

    Bullshit!

    Except there was no “outpouring of online support when people understood the issue and the uncertainties it placed on ISPs.  It existed based solely on how the question was asked and what pony the respondent thought he/she’d get by supporting it.  What it did, however, do was to stifle innovation, expansion, competition and relationship-building within the industry’s varying sectors that would reduce costs.  It was going to retard progress that had been made, it would have imposed content restrictions and requirements and it would have increased costs for everybody downstream of the regulators.

    Mark another one down in “garbage that the current admin has started the process of fixing in a way libertarians should be satisfied with”.  I know it pains some people, but its the truth.