…Who dedicated her forthcoming book to the usual deceased family members….and Seth Rich.
Whoo boy…Don’t worry Donna. Wolf got you covered.
…Who dedicated her forthcoming book to the usual deceased family members….and Seth Rich.
Whoo boy…Don’t worry Donna. Wolf got you covered.
Or, as what was then left of the Byrds once sang:
Do you think it’s really the truth that you see?
I’ve got my doubts it’s happened to me.
First, let me regale you with a little anecdote involving Science (aka The Truth as Man Sees It….For Now).
I’ve known exactly one person who has worked in a Test Lab. Happens I know the person very well but I’ll keep names out of this for reasons of propriety and me not wanting to ask her permission. She’s pretty damn busy these days.
Happens also that the lab she worked in was a Medical Research Lab at one of the world’s elite universities. How elite? Well, she didn’t graduate from there. She graduated from another university in the same state that had enrollment classes of about three hundred and advertised one hundred percent graduation rates in their promotional literature. So it was “elite” enough that, if they let you in, they knew you weren’t going to quit or flunk out (if you died, it didn’t count), but it still wasn’t as elite as the university where she did her year as a Lab Tech.
She graduated from her university with honors and a double major in Chemistry and Biochemistry.
For those who don’t know here’s the Biochemical Society’s definition of Biochemistry:
The branch of science that explores the chemical processes within and related to living organisms. It is a laboratory based science that brings together biology and chemistry. By using chemical knowledge and techniques biochemists can understand and solve biological problems.
Among the biological problems a biochemist might be expected to solve are those relating to human beings. Like, for instance, their health.
Like for instance, how human chemistry affects human biology.
You might think that.
Pretty sure the person I’m referring to here thought it, too.
Then she went to work in a Medical Research Lab, where she was handed a product to test in whatever the usual ways such products are tested by the Hanging Out While I Try to Get Into Medical School Lab Techs (she got in the next year).
This particular product had been sent along by a major pharmaceutical company based in a Large Midwestern City (Hint: They have a lot of political corruption and gangland style killings there….in 1925 and now). It had been approved by their scientific team. It had been approved by all the other Lab Techs who tested it at the Elite University Research Lab where she worked.
She ran a series of routine tests.
Then she took it to her boss.
“It won’t work in humans,” she said.
Her boss became a touch flustered. He asked to see her research. She showed it to him.
He wasn’t too sure of her conclusions.
He asked if she would be willing to fly with him to the Large Midwestern City and make her argument in front of the pharmaceutical company’s board?
She said sure.
Only it wouldn’t be an argument. Just her proof.
Arrangements were made.
You know how this ends.
She went. She presented her proof–in front of the board….and the assembled scientists who had approved the product for development in the first place.
They said “We’ll get back to you.”
In a couple of weeks they got back to her boss.
They said they would be putting the product back into development and would let the Lab know when they had worked out the problem.
Her boss asked her:
“How did you know?”
He was interested, since none of the company’s scientists had spotted the problem…and neither had anyone in his own Lab.
So what he meant was: How did you know there was a problem when no one else did?
“Well,” she said. “I’m a biochemist.”
Which it turned out none of the pharmaceutical company’s scientists were. And neither was anyone else in the elite university’s Medical Research Lab.
Who needs biochemists after all? Just because the medicine in question was designed to be used in humans?
Don’t be silly.
Being young, she was a little surprised to discover this.
Being older–and, by the time I heard this story, having lost twenty percent of my vision to a medical profession devoted to standing behind the findings of every Big Pharmaceutical Company and Elite University lab’s “chemists,” right up to the day the Medicine in question becomes the target of the latest class action lawsuit (a day which, alas, will never come for me because the hard truth about the medicine I outed to half a dozen disinterested/frightened doctors would collapse a multi-zillion dollar piece of the Health Care Industry…and about here I should mention that what they did to me was a tiny fraction of what they did to another member of my family who is now beyond all hope of satisfaction in this life)–I was not surprised.
And, reading this little piece today, I remain not surprised.
And not hopeful.
Let’s just say that any profession which reproaches itself thusly…
“Nearly half a century after the first concerns about misidentified cell lines, the initiatives to improve authentication need to be complemented by attention to the already contaminated literature….Our analysis shows that the task is sizeable and urgent.”
…will never muster the righteous anger required to heal itself.
They’ll clean up their act the day Hollywood producers stop dangling juicy roles in front of starlets and shouting First one to her knees wins!
So here’s to Science…and never giving a sucker an even break:
…Don’t worry, though. I still take my blood pressure medicine. It has this advantage: It hasn’t yet revealed the manner in which it’s killing me. I’ve seen one of those who was born to take me, you see. But, until the other comes along, I’ll go down with the rest of the suckers.
Could just be, I’m a Good American after all!
Headline on Victor Davis Hanson’s column from today’s National Review Online (10/12/17)
Hanson is an excellent military historian who, like most historians who write for partisan periodicals, is very hit and miss when it comes to reading current events. Today’s column is mostly a miss, mainly because he poses the headline’s sentiment as a question rather than a statement of fact and because he thinks, yes, it’s all come ’round again but we might just get through it.
Of course, my loyal readers have been repeatedly warned. Nothing’s coming around “again.” We never walked away from ’68 and we never will. Pushing it all under the rug for the duration of the Frozen Silence (1980–2016, R.I.P.) merely sustained various delusions, which are now becoming harder to sustain almost by the hour. (And, of course, Peace be upon those of you still sustaining.)
I don’t claim any particular prescience or acuity.
All I do is listen to the voices.
All the voices.
Ya’ll get ready now. Devil’s still woke and pretty soon, all ya’ll chilluns gonna live where I do….
…Be a damn shame if the Lord isn’t walking by your side when that day comes.
The Health Care Debate has been cracking me up, just like it was 2009. One of my favorite people on Twitter was just lamenting “They hate us!” It doesn’t even matter who “they” are, because my response to “they hate us” is always “No duh.”
Everybody should relax. The amount of Health Care you have is the same as it always has been and always will be.
It’s exactly the amount the Overlords want you to have.
Not one bit more, not one bit less.
At any second of your life.
No Kabuki Dance on Capitol Hill has ever changed that or ever will.
For any of that to matter you’d have to be living in some sort of representative democracy or something.
So…Wait, who was I dedicating this to?
Oh, yes. Lamenters. Teeth gnashers. Those eternally surprised to discover that the people you hate, hate you back. Or lie around thinking John McCain just reversed an eight-year voting pattern (again) because he had a sudden bout of conscience or got all weepy because Ken Burns was nice to him in Vietnam.
All them folks who never went to church or else just never listened.
That’s taking in a lot, but I believe we’re up to it!
Take it boys…
Just because I decided not to be angry all day today…Like to give me a heart attack…but I made it!
Elvis week is closing down. So far as I know there haven’t yet been any efforts to remove or deface any of these….
Since the Confederate Statue removal “movement” has now extended, in short order, to campaigns of removal/defacement against Vladimir Lenin (in Seattle–hilariously, the statue may be preserved because it’s on private property and it’s only the State that wants it removed), Walt Disney (at Disneyland, where else?), Joan of Arc (in New Orleans) and, courtesy of the ever-crafty Al Sharpton, Thomas Jefferson (in Washington D.C.–Reverend Al says we should “defund it,” which is code for having law enforcement stand down when the mob shows up to topple it), I think it’s safe to assume Elvis’ monuments are now living on borrowed time.
I will, however, be interested in the reaction of all the Good Liberals who almost universally celebrated the Rising of the Masses in Durham this week when it turns to someone they aren’t entirely sure they’re supposed to hate. (Warning–if you watch this all the way through, you’re going to witness some Liberated People having the best sex of their lives. They’re as awkward as you’d expect, so it’s not a pretty sight, and, if you are tempted to sorrow on their behalf, remember the only way they’ll ever top it is to substitute people for statues).
Don’t worry, though, when the Glorious Future arrives, I’m sure they’ll only stomp the heads of the Bad People….and in Self Defense….Isn’t that the way it always happens?
I mean, you can tell they’re rational.
Look, monuments to Elvis, like those to Washington, Jefferson and their ilk will not survive the coming deluge. The only question now is the order of disappearance.
So here’s to you America…Need to get to it before irony dies along with everything else, so take it Gene:
A little number to kick off Elvis week….forty years on. I ain’t forgot.
I’ve given periodic nods to the present air here. Doomy, I know. Probably not pleasant reading. But it’s pervasive enough it can’t be entirely ignored.
We’re fast approaching a day when it won’t be possible to ignore it at all. When everyone who refuses to choose between the remaining viable evils, or at least clap for each temporarily presiding result in turn, will be strung up anyway. The fate of the Empire is at stake! The last burning question is whether we’ll proceed directly to Tyranny….or pass through an Age of Chaos first?
The only thing that has kept the American nation from real, frightening levels of fragmentation and public violence the past few years has been the slight uncertainty as to whether the Feudalist-minded Confederate Right (which calls itself anything but) would organize and take to the street in numbers and intensity similar to the Marxist-minded Communist Left (which calls itself anything but).
Tonight in Charlottesville, Virginia we can observe a large step in the direction of an answer. Complete with Hitler salutes.
Sorry, but anyone who believes we ever walked away from 1968…or 1861….that the years of relative peace lying in between have been anything but periods of gestation (which we’ve given the Nervous Nelly name of Progress) for the coming collapse, is delusional. I don’t know if the first big outbreak in the new war taking shape will come in a month, a year or a generation. I don’ t know if it’s still 1850 or the new John Brown will strike a match that burns and burns this very weekend. I’m selfish enough to hope it’s the former–that I won’t live to see what’s coming. That, in the words of the Prophet Ronnie Van Zant, it’ll be “Lord take me and mine before that comes.”
Because it’s coming soon enough. An epitaph a stone’s throw from this weekend’s “rally” reads:
Here was buried
Author of the Declaration of American Independence
of the Statute of Virginia for religious freedom
& Father of the University of Virginia
The first two achievements have been under siege for decades, if not since the beginning. Last night, his university joined them. Literally.
Those of us who supported his Dreams of Possibility have been left with only the most pitiful tools to fight back. Hopes of a meaningful appeal to the government vanished long ago. Put whatever date on that you want. (Don’t like or 1963, or 1968? Prefer 1980? Whatever.) The result is the same.
What are you gonna do? What am I gonna do?
Tweet about it?
Light a torch and rumble?
Call out the riot police?
You know, the same ones who are now paid by the very people who fund the thugs in the street on both sides?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
So take it Dobie. Better yet, take me.
Sing that greatest record ever made by a black man in Nashville one more time. Make everybody cry.
(Well, at least I got to put Ronnie Van Zant, Dobie Gray and Thomas Jefferson in the same tag list. After the revolution, maybe that, at least, won’t be nothing…even if every one of them is turning in his grave tonight.)
Without which, in a bitterly divided land, no journey is complete…
(After yet another day on the internet, where the pages are filled with the rants of those whose public school education doesn’t permit them to believe evil exists….except for people who disagree with them.)
….and the Betrayed: Suffer them for they are with you always.
As of this morning, the strongest voices–virtually the only voices–pushing back against the war drums beating in the Near and Far East, are Tulsi Gabbard and the Paleo-Right (Jones, Savage, Rockwell, Coulter).
The crazies, in other words. Business as usual.
The Responsible Democracts (now led by HIllary Clinton, with Obama, having served faithfully and well, conveniently in absentia, she spent the morning of Trump’s strike against a single airbase calling for the destruction of all Syrian airbases…of course she did) joined by Responsible Republicans (led always by Ms. Clinton’s erstwhile ally, John McCain, who, behind his death-mask grin, assures us that order has been restored) are working hard to get Donald Trump (who ran against all of them and, for the first time, seems politically, as opposed to morally or intellectually, confused) on their side.
In other words, they’re warming up to him.
If Trump keeps going along, expect confusion on Twitter, Facebook and CNN, as Lefties try to adjust….We’ll hear a lot of “Well he’s a horrible human being of course, but….”
What comes after “but” won’t matter.
I’m not saying it will go this way. Just that if the first step–Trump’s public capitulation to business-as-usual Security Statism–isn’t reversed by concrete action, and soon, the rest will follow as naturally as water running downhill. Even having gone no further than this, Howard Dean and other reliable bellwethers of Elite Opinion are already calling for Gabbard’s removal. It’s unclear whether they think the “people of Hawaii” should wait for one of those silly old elections.
Get your bets down now on how long it is before they’re calling her a Russian Agent.
I’m laying six-fifty-and-even on a week from Tuesday.
Meanwhile, Trump’s actions are only surprising in that they constitute his first serious misreading of his base. Bringing back jobs and Build That Wall won’t matter much if he goes all Slim Pickens and brings us “toe to toe with the Russkies.”
And he won’t dodge the matrix of fates he turned into serious possibilities by opposing the Security State in the first place.
Playing nice won’t help him avoid the Standard Options: assassination (the Kennedy Option), impeachment/removal (the Nixon Option) or political humiliation, up to and including possible sabotage of military operations (the Carter Option).
The Intelligence Community won’t stop hating him if he becomes their puppet.
And they won’t start trusting him, no matter how hemmed in or subservient he becomes.
They’ll just stop fearing him.
Until last week, he seemed smart enough to understand this–that losing the fight he picked will mean death or disgrace. Now, it’s anyone’s guess. Since I place no faith in him (nor, per Isaiah, any Prince), I won’t be surprised if he turns out to be less cunning than he has so far seemed.
Unless, of course, this was what he intended all along, which would make him very cunning indeed.
And how different will this sound, closing those rallies, if it turns out he had a deal in place all along….If it was always pointed at his supporters, rather than his enemies.