Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Pour Fahvor Seniore, Excusae Whilst Mammal I Become

Republo-Captain's Log, Stardate: 2013 State of the Grand Old Party Address (SOGOPA 2013)

Yes, for one brief,
mirror-scuffing moment,
the tall and proud Latino Republican,
Marcus Biblethumpper Rubio
had to stoop low,
drop face, and drink the
de-polluted aqua
out of a Mini-Me Mousekateire bottle.

It was almost as if
he too (etu Rubio-con?)
was a lowly mammal
and not the above-it all
self-made Republocrat.

Yes, whilst bragging about how,
in a time of rising economic tides
his mother and father had raised
the family boat all by themselves

(Si Seniore, WE built it, --alone)
and how he, the Rubio-con
had crossed over
to the wealthy side of the shores,
all on his own merits;

it was then that he had to stoop low
and become an animal.
And for one humiliating moment, drink, drink
a bottle full of aqua as would any lowly Democrat.

Oh the right-winged humanity!

Now the right wing talking point pundits
stand like deer in the headlights;
not understanding why The New Water-Sip Gate
is being made such a viral media event.

What? Superman must pause and drink the ordinary man's aqua??

(If I drink anything at all, I drink Liquid Poland. Be thirsty my friend. Be the most interesting man in the world.)

Saturday, January 5, 2013

In the Land of the Money Heads, The One Eyed Man is ...

It is said that
In the Land of the Money Heads,
The One-eyed man is ...
fiscally irresponsible.

What do we mean by
One-eyed man?

He is the one who can see
when all around him are blind.


He sees what?

(1) He sees that ...
Money is a man-made delusion.

(2) He sees that ...
Money can represent a set of unfull-fillable
promises made by nobody in particular
to a set of other, nobody in particular persons

(3) He sees that ...
Years of irrationally formed habits
can delude the human brain into believing that:
Money is power;
Money is a chain which binds us;
Money alone can truly solve problems;
Money can make the laws of nature go away.

Actually, No, it can't.

Quantum Mc-easing in the economics plane
does not transform into thermodyanamic
law observances in the reality plane.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013: We number our races round the roiled sun

A new day.
A new year.

Let us count and account for our
conceptual trespasses.

We who live by the "numbers"
may yet die for having misunderstood
the essence, direction and sum of our numbers.

"Numbers" make us feel clever; sapient. Perhaps too clever.

On this day we proclaim the end of our 2013'th race bout our sun. Two thousand, zero hundreds and thirteen times since we started to count. The common era, 2013 CE. We now begin our 214'th cycle. Even the Mayans flipped over to a new cycle.

What will we accomplish in this coming loop?

Will we fall over a fantasized fiscal "cliff"?
Butt our heads against a deficit "ceiling"?
Will we build more such artificial edifices?
And then count them as real?
In our mind's eye?

Will we continue to eschew
that which is real?

Realities Check List

(1) We are biological bugs (yeast-like) consuming the finite resources of our spherical Petri dish

(2) We can't keep this up forever

(3) We can't use mental gymnastics or oral incantations to make our problems go away

(4) Evolution is not on our side

(5) ...

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Moai Territory Cliff Crisis

It was the 11th hour
and all the chieftains
of the Moai-head worshiping
Island had gathered to discuss
the Moai Territory Cliff Crisis . (Sometimes pronounced as Moan-ah-tarry Cliff Crisis --not to be confused with any Monetary/ Fiscal Cliff Crisis of any modern society)

It seems that years of
boastful chest pounding
had led to productivity
claims that just couldn't be met.

Try as they might, the Moai Head fabrication experts couldn't come up with a math that would appease the unease of them who were realizing there would be a By-the-Cliff Moai Territory Crisis soon befalling all who lived on this of-finite-size Moai-head worshiping Island.
What to do?

Some argued for
taxing the under
the cliff fishing
people more severely.

Some said that
a mere extension
of the Moai Head deficit
ceiling number would
fix the problem at least
until the next 2-year chieftain
re-election counsel met.

How did we get into this Moai print press mess in the first place? Some began to ask

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Go ahead, do blame my ge ... generation

Whether you are a Baby Boomer (BB'er) or
a member of a latter day generation,

you sense by now that the George Jetson
Future-topia
is just not going to happen.

We're not going to all have our own
levitated jet car

ive waiting jetson car 7 years jetson car

or a cushy one-button to push job
(if any job at all)

or a jobless wife who can
shop (consume) all day

But there will be blame


Fickle Finger of Blame


So if that's what it takes

to get
"the message" across

Go ahead
Do blame my generation



Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The joke is (on/over) us

Creating a (weak) joke was not the intent when starting
the "But I have Rights!" post
(one below this post).

In the writing of it though,
it occurred to me that quick humor might be necessary because
on the Internet, we are all ADHD.

How long can any one post
hold your attention?
Each must include a provocative image
or an emotion eliciting statement.
Or a joke.

The true goal was ...

to investigate the
"Property rights trump Nature"
mentality of Libertarians and associated Right Wing Thinkers.

This came about from trying to understand the logic
of a Libertarian named Alex Epstein
in his so-called "debate" with Bill McKibben regarding Climate Change and continued burning of fossil fuels:

(Warning the below video is over 90 minutes long)

In the words of Mr. Epstein:

"McKibben is dead wrong about fossil fuels and our environment. If we take an objective, scientific look at how fossil fuels have impacted the human environment, including our climate, the overall result is amazing--we live in the [economically] greatest environment in human history. The countries with the worst environments--with the most filth, disease, crop failures, low life expectancies--are the ones that use the least fossil fuels."
[Bracketed text added]

There is nothing "scientific" about Mr. Epstein's notion of "But I (and my fellow Libertarians) have property rights", in other words, "economics" trumps the "eco-sphere".

Mother Nature is blind to "property rights".

Destroy "her" atmosphere and we all die.


Destroy "her" oceans, "her" fisheries,


and we, the overly-sapien apes, all die.

"Money" will not undo the damage.
Money ($$$) is no more than a government sanctioned "claim" on assumed future production by those who are willing (and able) to keep playing the game.

In a recent video talk, Nate Hagen (PhD Eco-systems & finance)
explains this and much more

Some of Nate's points:
(1) Growth can't be forever ....
(2) What goes up usually comes down ....
(3) Oil is finite ....
(4) Post Carbon Institute (300 seconds)
(5) URR convolved with EROEI
(6) Communication skills for delivering negative factoids


Can we live with our own "progress"?

Or is the joke on us?

But I have "rights"!

A conservative dies,
and arrives at Heaven's Gate.

Saint Peter is not there to greet him.

Instead, it's Mother Nature.
Her name tag says, "Call me Gaia".

Mustering up all of his right wing ingenuity,
the Conservative frantically sweeps though
all the "talking points"
he has amassed in his studied life.

What to say in his defense?
That he was totally wrong?
That he was duped
by a Great Right Wing HOAX?

No.
Now, more than ever,
is the time to double down.

"Men," he argues,
"are born with unalienable rights! Among them is the right to do with one's property as one pleases and to pursue happiness for oneself by maximizing profits."


"Seriously?" quips Mother.

Conservative nods assuredly in the affirmative.

"Let's test that hypothesis."
Mother presses one of her Laws of Nature buttons.
Poof! He is gone.
It is as if he never existed. As if all his thoughts had been mere illusions. None of what he had conjured in his mind was part of a serious "reality".

"Next?" she says to a camel waiting on line.