Sunday, October 31, 2010

Au-bama-rangzeb's flying carpet circus

Obama, our American potentate, is running off to Asia a day or so after the up-coming elections, to India. (Arrives Nov. 6.) If he's seen stealing the White House silverware and the towels, don't say anything: it could mean he's not coming back. Look at the Royal Train he's taking with him. Maybe he intends to set up shop as Mughal prince once he finds a place he likes, like maybe the Muslim Taj Mahal. See, he ain't dead. He's restin'.

Obama’s personal security staff itself will be huge, and it has already started making its own arrangements in Mumbai. “A team of secret service agents has already arrived, and has surveyed the areas of his stay and the roads and places on his itinerary,” the officer said.

To ensure fool-proof security, the President’s team has booked the entire the Taj Mahal Hotel, including 570 rooms, all banquets and restaurants. Since his security contingent and staff will comprise a huge number, 125 rooms at Taj President have also been booked, apart from 80 to 90 rooms each in Grand Hyatt and The Oberoi hotels. The NCPA, where the President is expected to meet representatives from the business community, has also been entirely booked.

The officer said, “Obama’s contingent is huge. There are two jumbo jets coming along with Air Force One, which will be flanked by security jets. There will be 30 to 40 secret service agents, who will arrive before him. The President’s convoy has 45 cars, including the Lincoln Continental in which the President travels.”

Since Obama will stay in a hotel that is on sea front, elaborate coastal security arrangements have been made by the US Navy in consonance with the Indian Navy and the Coast Guard. “There will be US naval ships, along with Indian vessels , patrolling the sea till about 330-km from the shore. This is to negate the possibility of a missile being fired from a distance,” the officer said.

The President will be accompanied by his chefs, not because he would not like to savour Indian cuisine, but to ensure his food is not spiked.

US President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama are scheduled to land in Mumbai on November 6."


http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics/nation/Barack-and-Michelles-Mumbai-darshan-plans/articleshow/6797379.cms

Since the voters are keen to toss Obama's blue lap dogs, maybe Obama figures he's going to need a new place to be a prince, and India could well be it. Here's hoping he's flying the coop for good.

Oh, Bama! Too bad, sport, it's already been done.

So long, "dude." And don't forget to write. (Get Bill Ayers to help ya.)

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Yo, prez-dude....

A late night television comedian refers to our president, to his face, as "Dude." That's "dooo-oood." No, I'm no fan of the vile weasel Obama, but I have some respect for our presidency, which must be why I'm not a comedian on late night t.v.

So, I phoned up Obama and asked him, "WTF?!"

"Hey, dude, it's Dag here."

"Yo, bro, I see you're hitting the links again. Eighteen youtubes in one day, man, is a full labour. Chill a bit."

Well, look, dude, I'm concerned about the nation and how things are going with us, like with you leading us. We're being creamed world-wide. You got a plan?

Yeah, man, it's cool. I was on the Daily Show. His ratings were way high, but mine are going to be just as good as his. I swapped teleprompters with Stewart. It' my "Domestic Policy."

How about foreign policy, dude?

Man, the golf courses in Kansas really suck, so I ain't got one.

Later, dude, I'm gonna catch a movie....

Yalla.

Yell "Fire!" in a crowded theatre

I ran into a friend this afternoon and he invited me to a movie. I looked at the poster and told him I'm not shelling out $2.75 for something like that. Uh, seems like I haven't been to the cinema for a while.

"An intense emotional roller-coaster ride of a movie...."

Huh? What is that? Either the good guys kills all the bad guys, blows up their stuff, and leaves everything burning at the end, or it's a dud. How much emotion does that require?

Me, I'm like keen on Clint, especially when he said, "I feel your pain, punk. I like it. I want you to have some more." Now, that's a movie. Kee-ryst! If I want emotion, I'll get a dog and call him Ingmar Berdog.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Suspense Theater: Mid-term elections, 2010

Will we make it past the 50 seat number? The suspense is killing me. And we won't know till the fat man sings.

Feel free to make Hitchcock puns. Anything to take up the time productively till we can begin the long process of restoring America to the decent nation it is and is supposed to be.

Think Globo, Act Loco

A commentator at Belmont Club left a casual line some long time ago, "Think Globo, Act Loco." I loved it at first sight, and since then I've used it with each email I send, and I have it as the logo at my blog, No Dhimmitude. Today I find that someone on FOXNews used the same line on television. I am pleased for the anonymous person who came up with it, and wish I had done so myself.

The point here is that though I and we often write to few and find ourselves ignored in great part, there is the trickle that leads to the flood. Someone saw my logo and now it's on FOXNews, in the minds of millions.

Let freedom ring.

(Maybe that will catch on, too.)

Serious climate change

We are looking at a restoration of our nation as the free and open place it has been and is intended to be, America. In less than a week now we might just see an end of the reign of hippies we've patiently endured for decades. These evil clowns are about ready to melt down to their over-sized booties.

There's an old saw in the journalism business that the strongest urge a man has is not for sex, love, power, or else, but it is to rewrite someone else's copy. The strongest urge a man has is to tell another man how to live his life. For many, that is the sum of their religious life, which for some is life itself. Look at the religious fanatic, and see that he is determined to tell everyone on earth how to live-- or else go to Hell. That's just fine so long as the proclaimer is some goof shouting on the sidewalk. but when it's close to half the population and a good part of the nation's civil service and public employees, damned near all of the "elite' and our politicians, then it goes beyond annoying to the point it becomes a matter of serious need for "climate change."

So far, we have a right to vote out the religious fanatics who demand that we repent and follow their plans for a perfect world even if it kills us. Woe to those who publicly disagree with the religious fanatics, but we can once in a while secretly vote against them in elections. We can do that in less than a week. If, as looks likely, the evil clowns posing as our saviours and the saviours of the world lose their positions of power in politics, we must expect them to act in character, flying into frenzies of hatred and hurling abuse at those sinners who refuse to live the way they would demand we do. Some will even be upset that the religious fanatics are scolding. Some will take it personally and think the fools have a point and that they might be ashamed of tossing the evil clowns out of power. Some will be hurt that these moralistic teenage religious fanatics are upset at being contradicted and even tossed out of the game.

But there's a fair chance that the nation's people are finally fed up with the antics of clownish children making absurd demands that the world abide by their fantasies. Who cares what these teenage fools think, any more than we would care about the equally clownish street preachers screaming on the sidewalk.

The world is going to end if we don't obey the demands of street-preaching children? Well, nice knowing ya. And for me that's the end of this story.

See you on Wednesday, a big smile on my face.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Bringing an appetite to the cannibal banquet

We'll know something about the direction of the Modern world in a week from now, a something that might tell us if we are committed to continuing the pursuit of individualism or if we are lapsing into communitarianism, the usual and seeming natural state of humanness. Will individualism triumph in the up-coming election on Tuesday, or will we slip into the comfort of the eternal fasces of sadism? Who will stand and who will fall?

Politics is something of a spectator sport, a blood sport, and a nasty game, a dirty one, in which power meets power, and lives are made or lost according to the whims of the masses. Tatian, an early Christian philosopher, calls it all "The cannibal banquet of the soul."

Well, we have to eat.

Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904). "Pollice Verso."

Juan Luna y Novicio,"The Spoliarium." (1884)

Monday, October 25, 2010

Lauren Wilkes Booth converts to Islam. No, I don't have a gun.

British ex-prime minister Tony Blair's sister-in-law, Lauren Booth, has become a Muslim. She's reading the Qur'an. She's on page 60 already. As Albert Camus points out about Communists, "First they convert, then they learn the dogma." If this genius had become a Communist, she might have realised that religion is the opiate of the people. Oh, wait, she knows that.

I know a fair number of Communists in this city, and when I run into them on the street I always ask if they've converted to Islam yet. None so far, but it's a matter of time till they all convert. It's the new wave for stupid people who like to think of themselves as intellectuals, for group-think parasites who want to be part of the "in crowd," for anti-social types who want to be part of a gang. It's a comfortable identity for the lost and stupid. I would suggest Nirvana instead.

Tony Blair’s sister-in-law has converted to Islam after having a ‘holy experience’ in Iran.

Broadcaster and journalist Lauren Booth, 43 - Cherie Blair’s half-sister - said she now wears a hijab head covering whenever she leaves her home, prays five times a day and visits her local mosque ‘when I can’.

She decided to become a Muslim six weeks ago after visiting the shrine of Fatima al-Masumeh in the city of Qom.

‘It was a Tuesday evening and I sat down and felt this shot of spiritual morphine....


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1323278/Tony-Blairs-sister-law-Lauren-Booth-converts-Islam-holy-experience-Iran.html#comments#ixzz13RN0Qf8Q

This idiot, like most idiots who convert to Islam and those who stand on the side-lines cheering Islam just like straight women gush about their gay friends, want to be seen as cool people who know things more fully than those they fear, i.e. the normal and well-adjusted individuals who struggle through a difficult existence as well as possible, sometimes successfully in spite of all the hardship that life entails. For the fearful, for those who are afraid of themselves as empty beings with no quality, there is the group to fill them.

Ed West at The Telegraph writes,
[I]slam is, unlike any other faith, more than just a religion – it is also a political idea. And ever since the decline of socialism and Left-wing intellectuals’ abandonment of the working class, third worldist “anti-imperialism” has become the radical chic of choice, especially so with the Holy Land conflict. And what better way of embracing the politics of the 1968 generation than by submitting to Islam?

I like Kurt Cobain. No, I don't have a gun. Booth can visit me any time. I'll suggest Nirvana.

More at: http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/edwest/100060687/why-would-tony-blairs-sister-in-law-convert-to-islam/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_6DEctiNSs

Thursday, October 21, 2010

All Hail Comrade Chlorine

The following post originally appeared at Covenant Zone, and I'm placing it here as well to keep things orderly, as it were, part of a collection of posts on Modernity.

Colour my world

I got an email recently about hydrogen peroxide. I felt compelled to respond. I'll pass it one to the general public here:

[X.], you recently sent me a piece on hydrogen peroxide and its benefits compared to chlorine bleach. Well, in defence of chlorine I feel I must respond with at least this:

In the early 1760s in Britain Josiah Wedgewood was having trouble refining enough blue glaze to keep pace with his pottery production, and worse than that, the wool industry had a bottleneck with the rise of production due to increasing use of increasingly sophisticated looms, and then power looms. Usual production techniques were not keeping pace with the new technologies.

"Traditional methods of bleaching wool involved dipping the fabric in water, boiling it in weak lye water, exposing it to sunlight ofr several days or weeks in bleach fields, and finally 'souring' the fabric by soaking it in sour milk." Richard Olson, Science Deified, Science Defied, Vol. 2. (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1990,) pp. 340-41.

That process is time, space, and resource wasting. The wool industry couldn't afford to wait a few weeks for the sun to process fabric. They needed it NOW. Where there's money involved, yes, we can expect some clever fellow to figure out how to make some.

Francis Home writes in Experiments in Bleaching, (1754) that diluted sulfuric acid is a good substitute for sour milk that also cuts the 'souring' process time by 90 per cent. Still, there was inefficiency. In 1774 Karl Scheel completely transformed the bleaching industry. (Ibid. p. 341.) He produced dephlogisticated marine acid, or chlorine, as we know it today. In March 1788, Joseph Baker took 28 yards of Grey calico, bleached it in the evening, printed it the next day, and sold it to the public on the third day. (Ibid. p. 341.)

Now, as is happened, I was researching something unrelated to chlorine bleach when I got your email on peroxide, and next day read about chlorine. Who on earth would care? Take a man named Walker. Think wool trade, and imagine plump and sexy Italian girls mushing grapes. But not Italian girls, Scots and English wool trade workers. "Walkers" in the wool trade weren't named as such because they traipsed the glens of the bonny Highlands: no, instead, like Italian girls, they trod in vats, these filled with wool and piss. I'm starting to like chlorine much more. It got me curious, so I looked a bit further, and this is some of what I found. I hope it interests you and your friends and makes us all a little more sympathetic to bleach than we might have been otherwise.

Although ancient methods of bleaching remain unknown, historians have evidence that early civilizations must have known how to bleach fabrics. White cloth was produced by the ancient Egyptians, Babylonians, Phoenicians, and Hebrews, as well as by the Greeks and Romans. After the Crusades of the 1100s and 1200s, the practice of bleaching fabric spread throughout Europe. In the old days, people simply spread wet cloth on the ground outdoors and left it to dry in the sunlight until it turned white, which could take weeks or even months. This process came to be called crofting, after the Scottish word for a small meadow (croft). As early as 1322, crofting was practiced on bleaching grounds in England near Manchester. In Scotland and Ireland, some people still bleach their cloth on the grass in this way. High-quality linen that was dried on plots of grass became known as lawn.

By the 1700s, Dutch weavers had improved the bleaching process and emerged as the leaders of Europe's bleaching industry. They discovered that linen, which was still the most common type of cloth, could be bleached more efficiently by first soaking it in lye (a concentrated alkaline solution of potassium or sodium hydroxide). After the lye was washed out, the linen was spread on the ground as usual. After repeating this step a few times the Dutch soaked the linen in buttermilk, or soured milk, then washed it and dried it outdoors again. Although major bleaching operations were known outside Holland, the Dutch enjoyed a near-monopoly on bleaching linen through the 1700s. Fabric produced by the Dutch process was called holland cloth. However, this process was problematic in that it could take several months, especially in northern countries with limited sunlight. Furthermore, it used up large amounts of valuable space.

In 1756, scientists found that dilute sulfuric acid would work better than buttermilk and the time required for the bleaching process was greatly reduced. An even more dramatic improvement in bleaching technology resulted from the discovery of chlorine in 1774 by Swedish chemist Karl Wilhelm Scheele (1742-1786). French chemist Claude Louis Berthollet (1748-1822) discovered that this gas is a very effective bleaching agent. Berthollet, who was director of a French tapestry factory, developed a method of using chlorine to bleach textiles. In 1785, he introduced a bleaching liquid called lye de Javelle and publicized his technique without patenting it. When James Watt learned of the method, he passed the information on to Scottish chemist and manufacturer Charles Tennant, who began using the bleaching liquid in Glasgow. But the chlorine gas needed for the liquid bleaching process was not readily available, so Tennant invented a more convenient bleaching powder and introduced it in 1799. The solid powder, which was made by combining chlorine with slaked lime (calcium hydroxide), was much easier to handle and ship to other fabric manufacturers. When added to a little dilute acid, the powder released the chlorine gas which bleached the cloth very quickly. By the 1830s, factories were churning out huge quantities of bleaching powder for textile use. This abundant supply of chlorine bleach helped stimulate the cotton industry. [More]

I have nothing against peroxide, to be honest, but I do feel some sympathy for chlorine. I care enough about this area of history to spend some time reading a two volume book on the history of science so I can find out about, among other things, chlorine bleach. Why would a man who spends most of his time writing about Islam and Leftist promotion of Islamic fascism care about bleach and the wool industry? Look at yourself at this moment, assuming you're not nekked. You must be wearing something, and it is coloured. It's coloured because of bleach and dye. Nature doesn't throw up coloured fabric from the ground: we have to manufacture it, i.e. we must use our manos, our hands, to factura, to work it. Industrial hands can do so much more than man alone. It makes me love machines and chemistry and sciences I can't begin to comprehend. It makes me decidedly happy to live in a world of bleached wool, for example, that is dyed. Better still, for me, is cotton. I thought about this a bit and took out my camera and went looking for things that, thanks to the wool industry and the revolution in cotton spinning, also lead to colouring it all. I looked for things yellow, red, and blue, which you might recall.

Primarily Blue

And

Primarily Yellow

We can take our modern world for granted because we aren't involved in making much of it ourselves, most of us limited to some tiny fragment of making something that makes a part of something else we don't see till maybe it shows up on a shelf somewhere at Walmart. But all of us together make this greatness of Modernity. We all rely on the whole of production to give us things like "yellow." Some would have us "get back to Nature." We'd have to give up a lot of colour in our world if we did so. Colourful peasant costumes? They come from Walmart. Cf. "Contempt and Authenticity."

I love the Modern world, and in part because it's been bleached and dyed to become vibrant and beautiful. So, if you will, take a moment to thank Chlorine for its part in this incredible journey to what I think of as Paradise on Earth.

http://covenantzone.blogspot.com/2010/07/colour-my-world.html

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Belt 'em out

Recently one of the web sites I visit frequently, a "conservative" site, had a link to amazon's sale on "tie up yourself and your best friends for sex" stuff. I thought that would be funny and worth a look at. Live and learn, as they say. Grown men and women actually pay good money to do that kind of shit to themselves and each other. It's not even close to amusing. I thought, 'If they like that so much, maybe they'd like it if I whip off my belt and whack 'em a while.' I shake my head in disgust. Yes, gentle reader, I looked at my belt, a hand-tooled Mexican leather belt that's now over 20 years old, still in shape, but really, in need of replacement. I can't be whackin' pervs with a belt like this. I need a new one, even if only for my own self.

I'm not your dedicated follower of fashion, by any stretch, but I do once in a while dress up for occasions, and I think it's a right thing to do, to look right for others, to show some respect for them, if not for myself. For just walking around, yeah, a man needs a belt to be a man in our world. Any piece of rope would do if one is unconcerned about being part of the world, but I think it's not for me. I'm looking at a man's belt. I mean this: A horsehair belt.

[H]orsehair products begin their process at the harvesting which is beneficial and relaxing to the horse. First, the hair is removed without discomforting the horse. Next, the hair is treated with natural extracts to remove any and all impurities. After this is done, the hair is gathered into Hanks and then sorted and twisted into Pulls. Finally, the hair is ready to be "hitched" into a beautiful horsehair product.

Hitching is a slow methodical process that can create a beautiful woven tube of horsehair which is pressed to obtain a flat belt. After this, leather billets are fabricated and hand tooled which are later attached to the horsehair strip. Each piece is an individual handmade work of art.

Things to Know
Just a note on this subject for anyone considering purchasing a horsehair product for investment purposes and/or it's 'collectible' value.

There a "huge" variations in the quality of these items as well as the authenticity of them. Also as someone else had mentioned there are differences in the type of horsehair products, some are braided while others are hitched (more much time and labor intensive process).

Lesser quality 'horsehair' items, ranging from belts to key fobs to headstalls, have been known to have fishing line in them. Obviously this makes them nearly Zero in value.

Dark horsehair is less expensive than white hair or colored white hair, because white hair is always scarce.


http://stores.ebay.ph/Texas-Trade-Depot/Hitched-Horsehair-Belts-n-Hatbands.html

For a bit more information on horsehair as a textile, check this out:

http://fiberarts.org/design/articles/horsehair.html

The people I see wearing such freak-show costumes.... Yellow tennis shoes and some other bullshit thing a kid had on. His girl friend? Well, he doesn't have a girl friend. A kid dressed like that likely has no friends at all. But if he had a real belt, if he had cleaned-up stuff from a dumpster and a real belt, then he might at least show that he has some respect for other people. Even if no one else actually noticed, he'd know he had on a man's belt, and he might walk a little taller, walk a little straighter. It matters. And if he is a genuine loser and hanged himself for it, he'd be able to go with a man's belt around his neck. It matters.