A Question of Philosophical Mathematics

Every chicken living to adulthood, or at least to an age sufficient to harvest, we must assume, is possessed of one (1) heart, and one (1) gizzard.  Neither more nor less.  There must therefore be one (1) of each in each chicken that is harvested.

So why, then, does, e.g. Perdue, put out packages of what they label “Chicken Gizzards and Hearts (mostly gizzards)”?  By the way, they’re being entirely truthful; those packages contain a dozen or more gizzards per heart.  This past Sunday I fried me us a mess of them — two whole packages, in fact — and in that two whole packages of chicken-gizzards-and-hearts-mostly-gizzards there were, count them: exactly zero hearts at all.  None.

I want to see some video of Perdue’s source farms.  I want to see what a whole shed of heartless chickens look likes.  Do they also come with no forearms on their wings?  I mean, when eating buffalo wings everyone wants the upper arm, because you can eat those with one hand (saving the other to grab your beer without smearing it up with buffalo wing sauce, naturally).  Seems if they can produce heartless chickens (although as a proposition of pure mathematics I must not exclude the hypothesis that each of their chickens in fact does have one (1) heart . . . but also has about thirteen (13) or so gizzards), they can work the upper arm gag as well.

I’m stumped.  Seems like the math would work differently.

Lucy. Charlie. Football.

When it happens in a cartoon, it’s funny, isn’t it?  Is it so amusing when 536 people (for those who dozed off during high skool civics, that’s 100 senators, 435 representatives, and one president) keep promising that if you’ll just let them a smidgen deeper into your pocket now, why, next year they’ll get squared away?  Really.  We promise.  And we are expected to believe them.

And we do.  Time, after time, after time.

Identity Politics and Me

Some years ago I decided why I don’t like identity politics.  It’s not because a group of my fellow citizens happens to agree on a particular range of issues and publicly identify themselves as so agreeing.  Hell’s bells; that’s why political parties form, among other reasons.  Why I don’t like identity politics is that by your choosing to draw a line in the sand, between you and me, in front of whatever “identity” you choose (let’s be clear here: the “identity” you choose as your political identity is entirely a volitional act), by the very act of defining me as not of that identity, you force me into an oppositional stance.  This in spite of any thought or feeling I might harbor for you — or others “like” you — otherwise.

If you define your political objectives as whatever is Good for Group X Over Not-Group X is what you support, and you’ve defined me out of Group X, then you force me to adopt as my political identity Not-Group X.  Well, perhaps not force, because I always have the option, I suppose, of just sitting back and taking whatever you choose to pour upon my head because I’m not part of Group X.  You’re going to have to excuse me if I decline to accept that as a legitimate “choice.” 

What if, however, I do not want to have my political “identity” chosen for me, least of all by you?  What if I’d like to have the freedom to support or oppose whatever measure is under consideration not based upon whether it’s Good For Group X, or Beneficial to Group Y, but whether it so improves Things Overall that I can afford to disregard whether it incidentally helps or harms, advances or leaves by the roadside, any subset (however defined) of citizens? 

It’s true, of course, that most measures, most of the time, will have an effect on groups, to the extent they can be said to have specific effects on identifiable groups at all, that defined themselves based on self-selected attributes.  For instance, the environmentalists.  One chooses to be an environmentalist or not.  One may join, leave, and re-join that group at will; one is not born to it.  So that everyone’s electricity rates going through the roof because the environmentalists want to feel good about themselves for shutting down coal-generated electricity is something I can engage on its merits, irrespective of whatever group identifier is chosen by its proponents.  But there are attributes which I cannot change; I was born a Caucasian male.  For all intents and purposes, I’m stuck where I live; I cannot just up and move a law practice to an entirely different part of the country.  So when you choose to back a particular proposal because it will advance Group X over whites, or males, or my part of the country, then I do not have the luxury of disregarding any of those attributes of mine in pondering my response to you.

I resent the hell out of that.  Who do you think you are, to put me in a box?

This Wall Street Journal article alludes to that dynamic.  When you divide the American electorate into all manner of “ethnic” groupings, each of which shares as its principal attribute “not-white,” then what you’ve done is to re-create the white identity politics of the pre-1970s.  You have, whether you admit it or not, re-issued Bull Connor (a member of the Democratic National Committee, don’t let’s forget) his invitation to the dance.  I’ll share a li’l nugget of history with you:  Bull Connor didn’t play well with others.

I wish you joy of him.

Why Was This Question Not Asked?

During the presidential campaign, by anyone:  “What good are gay rights if your country is falling apart?”

“Gay” “rights” and “reproductive freedom,” “climate change,” and all those other cheap, shiny bangles which appear, based on the election post-mortems, to have enticed enormous swathes of the American public to vote for an avowedly socialistic, race-baiting anti-American demagogue who rejoices when the Muslim Brotherhood takes over entire countries — and leaves American ambassadors to be murdered while watching the live video of the attack — despite the worst record of economic improvement of any president since World War II, are luxury issues to be indulged in by countries that are not broke and going more so.

Unsubsidized poverty is a very effective form of birth control.  No one cares who calls himself “married” when he’s living under a bridge.  Who’s paying for Her Pill won’t move a single piece of REO off the local bank’s books.  When the pay earned at 10:00 a.m. today will not buy half the loaf of bread it would have bought at 3:00 p.m. yesterday nobody really gives a damn whether you Ask or Tell.  When you can tell whether the Planet is Cooling from the soles of your feet on the pavement, felt directly through the gaping holes in your shoes, you begin to care measurably less whether the rosewood on some drug-addled musician’s guitar neck was harvested in a “sustainable” manner or not.

A humble prediction:  This is the last time a question like this will appear in the New York Times.

And Here I’d Thought “Chutzpah” was a Yiddish Word

Silly me.  It’s Greek, apparently.  At the same time that Greece wants existing creditors to take a haircut, they’re also wanting to keep borrowing money . . . from those same creditors.  They haven’t got the write-down, or not yet, but they also want, and are getting now, lower interest rates and extended maturities. 

The problem here is that one of the creditors, the IMF, is a preferred creditor, and the European Central Bank apparently is not permitted to forgive the debts, so any haircut will have to occur at the level of the different EU countries who have — cough! — invested their citizens’ wealth in Athens, and who cannot spread the misery outside their own borders, or at least not directly. 

It gets even better:  True to governmental traditions everywhere, the creditor nations are going to, in effect, hide their outright gifts to Greece by turning over any gains on transactions in Greek sovereign debt back to the Greeks.  The linked article makes no mention of Greece making good any losses in such transactions.  This is of course the classic dynamic of privatizing gains and socializing losses (think: Solyndra, GM, Chrysler), only the “public” and “private” in this scenario are supra-national organizations and sovereign countries.  It’s every bit as much a gift of the people’s money as if the tax man showed up at your door, stuck a gun in your face, and made you empty your pockets into a pre-addressed, stamped envelope to Athens.

The Germans, as one might imagine, have some issues with that.  For starts turning over the Bundesbank’s profits, for free, would require a legal adjustment to their applicable laws.  The government has announced that it will attend to that.  The German budgetary laws also do not permit the forgiveness of debt.  All of the parties have stated as much.  What will be done to change that, if anything, remains to be seen.  If they do vote to change the laws I’d suggest before they do so that they first remove all lamp posts within a day’s drive of Berlin.  I don’t claim any peculiarly keen insights into the German political character, but I have a hard time imagining the electorate — a nation of dedicated savers, if not outright pinch-pennies — endorsing just handing the stuff over to a country which would rather go on general strike rather than not retire with full benefits at age 55.

It’s sad, though, that it’s the Green Party, of all creatures, that on this one point at least is demanding that the truth be spoken:  Their parliamentary leader has demanded that Angela Merkel finally come out and say plainly that all this largesse for Greece is in fact going to cost the German taxpayer money out of pocket.  The Greens, for cryin’ out loud.  Of course, while acknowledging the truth it turns out they’re just happy with it.  They and the SPD have already announced that they’ll support the latest give-aways in the Bundestag.

Remember: We’re Supposed to be More Like France, Now

Arcelor-Mittal, the European branch of the Indian Mittal group, employs roughly 20,000 people in France in its sundry steel mills.  One of those mills, located in Florange in Lotharingia, is too far from the coast, causing excessive logistical costs, and oh by the way, Arcelor-Mittal’s 13 million tons of steel produced in France accounts for over 25% of the estimated 40 million tons’ excess capacity throughout the EU market.  Twelve years ago, Mittal’s predecessor in interest, Acelor, wanted to close this particular mill about in 2009 or 2010, but a momentary spike in contracts lead them to delay the closing.

It’s been completely idle for roughly a year.  Arcelor-Mittal has been actively seeking a buyer, but without success.  Now France is proposing to nationalize the mill, not to run it, you see . . . but to sell it.  Anyone want to bet how quickly the official position will change once the government is the owner?

How many millions upon millions of Euros will the French taxpayers get to shell out for the nationalization?  And then to run the thing, because otherwise the — hold onto your hats, kids — whacking 600 jobs that would be lost to a permanent closure just can’t be sacrified, etc. etc. etc.  By the end of the day this thing will be Solyndra with rusticles dangling from it.

Let’s review, just once more for the slow-witted among us:  There’s enormous over-capacity in the European steel industry.  This particular mill is rather old, and is inconveniently located.  It’s too expensive to run.  It’s small.  No one wants to buy it.  This makes it a perfect investment for the taxpayers why, now?

By the way, the same French minister who announced that nationalization was officially being considered because Arcelor-Mittal won’t promise to keep employing and paying 600 people whose efforts in this steel mill are no longer necessary to supply the European demand for steel also allowed that Mittal is no longer desired as an investor in French industry.  He walked that rather extraordinary statement back very quickly, but really:  Was that opinion casually expressed?  Maybe the Hindus should just cut off a few French heads here and there, and then they’ll be as welcome in France as the Religion of Peace.

This is how they roll in France these days.  According to Dear Leader and the Deep Thinkers (sounds a bit like a band, doesn’t it?) we’re supposed to become more like these boobs.  Oh my ears and whiskers.

But It’s Free!

Rubes.  Suckers.  Gulls.  Marks.  Pigeons.  Swedes.  Patsies.  Fools.  Stooges.  You thought you voted for “free healthcare” or “access to healthcare.”  What has impressed me most about all the public exercises about “free healthcare” and “access to healthcare” and similar sloganeering is how ambiguous the slogans actually are.

For instance, “free healthcare” means nothing more than that what you receive you aren’t directly charged for having received (it doesn’t, because it can’t, mean that the service is actually provided at no cost to anyone).  It may not be the healthcare you want, or need, but hey! you don’t get a bill for it, so why are you complaining?  Oh, yeah, here’s an example: this is why.  That “free annual examination” means only that your doctor can talk about with you what you already know, viz. “previously diagnosed stable conditions,” or in plain English, things that haven’t changed.  Want more?  Want him to look at that new oddly-colored mole on your back?  Or the one that was there last time but is now three times the size it was then?  Well, that’ll be another appointment and gee golly, the doctor’s next non-free appointment schedule is for Monday . . . in eleven months.

Similarly, “access” to healthcare means no more than that someone will provide you access to healthcare.  In other words, someone will set himself up as gate-keeper between you and your doctor.  We know it doesn’t, because it can’t, mean that everyone gets exactly all the healthcare he believes he needs, or even actually needs, because in point of fact there is a finite number of providers, and unless we’re going to take a leaf from the Great Awakening, and adopt a whosoever-will policy about licenses to practice medicine, demand will always outstrip supply (sort of like it does today).  So someone has to make the decision that of three patients who all want X but there’s not enough to give all three X, and so two get X and one gets Y . . . and none of those three patients, or the doctors involved, participates in the decision as to which of the three patients gets Y or in fact what Y actually turns out to be, in terms of care.

You Have to Admire Ambition

So Brer Morsi (or Mursi, however they spell it) has just granted himself pretty much absolute power, non-reviewable by any court or other tribunal.  He’s decided that he’s the “guardian of the revolution.”  Bear in mind that, as of right now, there’s not even a constitution in Egypt.  The assembly that is supposed to be working one out is dominated by the Muslim Brotherhood, to the extent that the minority parties have walked out.  So Morsi’s operating on a blank slate.  He’s already marginalized the military council that had been sort of running the show.  This new decree sidelines the court system as well.

At least Adolf had the common courtesy to have his lap-dog Reichstag pass the Gesetz zur Behebung der Not von Volk und Reich, better known to history as the Ermächtigungsgesetz, or the Enabling Law of 1933.  In fact, not only did he have them pass it, on two successive occasions he got them to extend it when it came up to its sunset clause.

Among Morsi’s first orders under his newly-usurped powers is the re-trial of his predecessor.  He doesn’t think a life sentence for Hosni Mubarak is adequate.

And this, gentle reader, is the crew whose ascendency in Egypt our own Dear Leader greeted with “relief.”

At least some sense of decency endures in Egypt, though.  The Brotherhood’s offices (actually, it was the offices of the Brotherhood’s political arm) got torched in reaction to Morsi’s power grab.  Good for them.  Keep it up.  Next time, though, see if you can’t trap some of them inside before you light it up.

He’s Too Polite to Say It Aloud

. . . so I will say it for him:  This post could just as easily have been titled “Wish in One Hand and Shit in the Other”.  Then see which fills up first.

You can wish that 2+2=4 were not a true statement.  You can demand that it not be a true statement.  You can mount the barricades to threaten death and ruin to everyone who maintains that it is a true statement.  You can even obtain widespread consensus among the Deep Thinkers that it is a racist, sexist, oppressive, imperialist dogma that 2+2=4, and should be condemned by all Right Thinking People.  You can forbid the schools to expose impressionable youth to the slander that 2+2=4.  You can even believe in your heart of hearts that it is not a true statement.

But you’re still a damnfool if you cross a bridge built on the theory that 2+2=4 is incorrect.

The notion, which apparently just over 50% of the American electorate now supports, that you can have more of everything at less cost to everyone and no cost to most, has a great deal in common with Trofim Lysenko’s theories of genetics.  Even the Soviets quietly dropped him.  Even the Red Chinese turned away from the Great Leap Forward (not before it had harvested some 45 million dead Chinese, though).  Will we have sense enough to embrace mathematics before it’s too late?

Or will Carter’s bagger and cashier dutifully troop down to the polling place every two years and pull the lever for those who promise them that we can make 2+2 come out to some number other than 4?

That’s Going to Leave a Mark

. . . on the face of Andrew Sullivan, proprietor of the Daily DishHe objects to Via Meadia, it seems, as he has in the past, for . . . well, this time for examining just why it is that huge slices of America do not see things the same way as the rest of the world, or even Comrade Sullivan.

The specific issue this time is why Americans by and large just do not see it as objectionable that Israel should respond to repeated and indiscriminate rocket launches from the Gaza Strip by attacking, with reasonable particularity, the specific locations, organizations, and persons whence originate those rocket attacks.  Very briefly summarized, Mead distinguishes the two theories of jus ad bellum and jus in bello.  The former proposes that a “just war” (just to whom? the simple reader might ask) must be fought to support a legitimate cause, such as self-defense; the latter proposes that even a war for a just cause must be fought justly — by the rules, “fair.”  A “just war” must satisfy the demands of both.

Mead traces the intellectual pedigree of jus ad bellum and jus in bello — especially the latter — to the peculiar circumstances of European history and even more so the history of European war-fighting.  Jus in bello was a notion cooked up theoretically to protect the peasants who formed the overwhelming majority of the European population from the excesses of dynastic wars.  For an informative, easily-read description of what those excesses were like to the peasants over whose homes, families, and livelihoods the armies moved, you can’t do much better than Barbara Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century.  In a pre-gunpowder age, one diminished the war-fighting capacity of one’s opponent by destroying his army if one could, and whether or not one could, by destroying his source of wealth to continue fighting (kind of like . . . the 20th Century, when you think about it).  That latter objective meant killing his peasantry, slaughtering their animals, and burning their crops.  Starving people cannot pay rent, cannot work the manorial lands, cannot bear arms.

Jus in bello, with its notion of proportional response, theoretically protected the peasantry by forbidding their destruction disproportionately to the scope and severity of the attack.  As Mead observes, why would a peasant care if the lord of the manor was the Count of Anjou or the Duke of Burgundy?  The peasant was still subject to all the delights of heriot, mortmain, boon labor, compulsory tithes, and host upon hosts upon hosts of other manorial exactions, from forbidding him to grind his grain except at the lord’s mill to forbidding him to buy wine except of the lord’s vintage.  So much the theory.

For a visual depiction of how well jus in bello worked in practice, we refer to Francisco de Goya.  His The Third of May, 1808, depicts French shooting civilians in reprisal.  From his series The Disasters of War we see graphic depictions of rape, mutilation, and prodigious death.  We think of the miles upon miles of scorched earth the Russians presented to the invading French in 1812.  Jus in bello, in other words, provided much greater protection in theory than in practice.

Hamas, al Qaeda, Iran, the Muslim Brotherhood, et al. deny the right of Israel to exist as a state.  Even its self-defense is not a legitimate cause.  For that matter they by and large deny the right of Jews to live, or at least to live as Jews.  Everything Israel does in war, because it is done to further an abomination (by which is meant living Jews, either in their ancestral homeland or anywhere else, for that matter, in case you hadn’t recognized it), is by hypothesis unjust.  Israel cannot fight a just war.

As Mead points out, the bulk of Israel’s other critics shake out, or say they shake out (and one ought never to assume that the stated grounds of objection to Israel’s actions are made in good faith), on the line that Israel’s fighting of its wars of self-defense is not “proportional,” that it is not fighting by the rules.  That criticism has never obtained much traction in America.  That collective response of “Huh?” to the cry that Israel is using (literally) a howitzer to kill a fly originates in America’s experience of war, according to Mead.  In contrast to European experience of essentially dynastic conflict which as an incident produced suffering of non-combatants, Mead calls out the American experience, which is of course bereft of such warfare.  What Americans have had rich experience of is existential warfare, from the mutual efforts at extermination waged by settlers and aboriginals to Sherman’s march, to the world wars, to the great combats of the battle between socialist slavery and freedom in Korea and Vietnam.  Mead correctly points out that America’s experience of war is of clashes of entire peoples, in which conflicts the notion of playing by the rules to protect the peasantry has little meaning.  The opponent’s peasant is not just your opponent’s source of rent and fodder for his cavalry; the peasant (so to speak) as a member of the opposing people is your actual enemy by virtue of his status.

The result is that Americans as a whole place little value in playing by the rules, and from the time of the Minutemen potting at the redcoats on their way back to Boston have never done so.  We place enormous value in winning at all costs, because in a clash of peoples, the loser doesn’t just give up some territory.  The loser suffers cultural and even physical extinction.  This statement is not exaggerated; Hitler in outlining the forthcoming invasion of the Soviet Union to his generals emphasized precisely the cultural and physical implications for the losers, which he erroneously supposed would turn out to be the Slavs.  As it came to pass, it was large swathes of what had been German territory for centuries which were stripped of their pre-war inhabitants, either by flight, or killing, or deportation, and which today, a scant 67 years after the shooting stopped, evidence only traces here and there of the people who had tilled the soil for generations. 

When the stakes are survival itself as a people and a culture, the duty to defend one’s people and territory is raised to an absolute.  For the reasons Mead points out, the idea of jus in bello “sails right over the heads” of most Americans because they do not see rule-abiding as a protectable value in war.  When they perceive (accurately) that Israel and its people are attacked with the stated objective of annihilating them, both politically and physically, it doesn’t strike them as objectionable that Israel does not moderate its response, that it greets low-tech pin-pricks with massive high-tech retaliation.

The first linked article of Via Meadia explains, or attempts to explain, to Andrew Sullivan the distinction between analyzing a viewpoint and endorsing it.  Sullivan appears to believe that, by engaging it on its own terms Mead endorses the American impatience with, or non-comprehension of, jus in bello.  A difficulty perceiving the difference between analysis and agreement seems to be a recurring problem for Sullivan, at least when it comes to his strictures against Walter Russell Mead.  Sullivan’s stated championship for diversity of thought and good-faith engagement with one’s opponent in same appears to shoot more than a bit wide of the mark.  In an instructive (one is tempted to borrow the Earl of Ickenham’s “pleasant and instructive”) take-down, Mead lays an open palm across Sullivan’s face which is likely to leave a bit of a mark.

And just for the record, I am firmly in the camp which recognizes Israel’s right to respond however it thinks expedient to attacks upon it, from whatever source and with whatever methods, and which likewise denies the right to quibble to those nations which sat on their hands as Hitler built his gas chambers and crematoria.  The lecturing-Israel-on-the-polite-rules-of-warfare card is one that is simply not in the deck, so far as I am concerned.