Tuesday, June 30, 2009

It's time to play "The Christian Asked for It!"

I get all of your comments by email. By the time it gets to me, because of my constant moving between email accounts (I'm a digital vagrant), email probably gets forwarded from 5 servers before it reaches me. Anyway, I got this update from a post way back in March. Can you believe it?! I've had website, like, since March! It comes from Ryan, and it was appended to the post "Brannon Howse: 'Snarky Comment Here'," which I had totally forgotten about and, really, reading it, still do not completely remember.

This is a warning to the blogger and to everyone accepting this blogger's sinnister vile rhetoric as truth:

Turn from your wicked ways, "...for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23). There is a reason why only 1% of young adults share a biblical/Christian worldview, and that is because small is the gate and narrow is the road that leads to truth and prosperity. I believe when I came into this world I was destined for the eternal fire, but Christ consumed that fire for me by God's grace alone when I was a young man. Take head to this warning men!
Thanks, Ryan! I totally have Jesus now! Boy, all those bothers I had, all that painful thinking--spirited away by the Lord when you accept Him!

Why would you quote the Bible at me when I don't acknowledge it as authority? Did you think that I was just going to realize, "Oh, I never thought of that." And since you do take that incoherent tome seriously, how could I possibly take you seriously? You are the Internet equivalent of the loon on the street corner with a clapboard announcing the end of the world.

I believe that you came into this world with potential. I believe there is a very good chance that you are squandering your only chance to enjoy the one life you have. I am certain that your belief is sincere, as certain as I am that it is misguided. Your personal experiences are, however, completely unconvincing to me. But, hey, enjoy your vague and unjustified sense of superiority.

HJ

Monday, June 29, 2009

Here's one for the books...

Turns out, if you go to the Target of Opportunity website, HJHOP is listed as a member of the "True America." While I like to think that is true, I'm not entirely sure that they have read more than one or two of my posts related to, say, PETA, the ALF or Stormfront. Because I am pinko scum. They seem to have put me alongside the Heritage Foundation, Horowitz's FrontPage Magazine, Jihad Watch (yikes!), Minutemen Civil Defense Corps, Stop the ACLU (there goes another donation!) and WorldNetDaily (take it back!).

While I appreciate any extra linky love and while we certainly can agree on, well, a fairly limited number of topics, the targetofopportunity website has all of the marks of a certain shrill strain of conservatism. Indeed, there is flagrant font and CAPS abuse.

I am not putting links to the page directly from my site (the origin of the link could be tracked from sitemeter or another service), so there is a chance that someone who otherwise might not make it here would and be really offended. Heehee.

But to take a look at the their mission statement is to gaze lovingly into the heart of one heavily caffeinated demon:

This website is devoted to fighting Terrorism and the forced integration of Marxist oriented ideals and values into the American mainstream. By exposing the violent actions and the violent speech (and it is very violent, just keep reading) of these so-called "Non-Violent" and "Peaceful" groups, the truth is revealed for all to see. Their brand of Radical Marxist Liberalism poses a serious threat to the American public. They are among us and this website exposes them for who they are and what they are based on THEIR actions and THEIR agendas.
Well, shit. I'm running to the barricades.

Here Is The Attitude Of The Left-Wing

These people would have you believe that America deserved to have the World Trade Center destroyed. How many billions of dollars has the United States given in aid to countries only to have major populations of these same countries dancing in the street celebrating the World Trade Center being destroyed?

"The World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks are defensible because the terrorist acts were meant to send a legitimate message to Americans."

These people have turned their support of violence against the American people under the guise of Peace, Animal Rights, or some Environmental issue. Organizations such as CodePINK, the Animal Liberation Front (ALF), Stop Huntingdon Animal Cruelty (SHAC), and others have little use for peaceful demonstrations, preferring instead, large scale riots and other acts of intimidation, violence, and destruction.

Choreographed and planned behind closed doors then displayed in public are the angry, immature, and disruptive antics of self-centered individuals with visions of greatness. As with most, if not all, of these Leftist, Marxist, and Socialist agendas, they are all "Emotionally" based rather than "Intellectually" based. Selfishness and the feelings of self-importance is the motivating factor that they use to justify their use of arson, vandalism, and harassment to achieve their demands.

OK, I think that CodePINK is a little goofy, though I thought the look they got on Condie's face was priceless. The other two, yes, they are complete dongwater. But they actually suggest that MoveOn thinks that we deserved 9/11. I see a dangerous collapse of the terms "left" "marxist" "socialist" and "communist" throughout the site. We need to not think in such crude terms. The "emotionally" based charge, I think, is a little slice of ironic heaven. I mean did you see all the crazily emphatic colors?!?

I think that their hit list (below) is actually a little scary, especially when they consider that asshats like Ward Churchill should be "need to be removed from their teaching positions" for having truly boneheaded opinions. Tenure still means something, even if it is an embarassment to a University. It protects far more good work than bad work and needs to be respected. Oh, treason is a hanging offense. This is not a lovey organization.

The Hit List

Below is a list of enemies that pose a considerable threat to the American people. They hate the fact that America is the greatest country in the world and they stand against everything that made America the greatest country in the world. They fight and work alongside terrorists. They actively and openly support those that are trying to cause the destruction of the United States from within. This used to be known as "Treason" and "Sedition" and it used to be punished as such.

Boy, they sure mistaked opinion for fact, did they not? And reality for a big ol' bubbling crock o' crap. And then there is this, which might actually be illegal:

These people present a serious threat to all Americans. Each and every one of them should be considered a
TARGET OF OPPORTUNITY

Yeah, so, completely bonkers, just like the people they are criticizing. Wow. I'm truly horrified.

HJ

Well, the white supremecists have found my poetry slams...

Assholes.

One guy found his name on my website and posted a link, totally generating hits from all the wrong type of people.

I put up a photo that I thought they'd like on the page they are linked to. Dirtbags.

HJ

Gay exorcisms...

There are a number of jokes that one could make about gay demons. The horn jokes alone stagger the imagination. But what these people are doing to this teen is unconscionable. It's clear that they are putting him in distress.

I find the closing statement by the social worker-type person unfortunate. It is about the only thing that could have been said that would have negated her points.

God damn God's most obnoxious and thoughtless minions.



HJ (with a shout out to Stardust Musings!)

Sunday, June 28, 2009

They keep killing my heroes!

First Michael Jackson, now the master of the hard sell, or at least the loud sell, Billy Mays. I just heard a podcast about him on On The Media, an NPR show that comes from the same studio (WNYC) as Radio Lab:



It's a good story. Wow. Two weeks ago, I would not have given the hardest, teeniest shit.

HJ

HJHOP podcast--Aliens and Qi!

In this podcast, a re-post because ClickCaster has crashed permanently (or might as well have for my purposes), I revisit Simona Manini, whose qi is pissing me off. Also, I contact aliens,

Plus, Animala speaks...Grrrrower!

Hey, if you think that this podcast is worth continuing, let me know. I need to make some bandwidth/storage decisions soon and need to know if people will be listening. Thanksabunch.

HJ

HJHOP Podcast: "Dave Daubenmire: What's His Problem?"

Today, I do something a little different. The HJHOP podcast focuses today on a single Internet evangelist, ex-coach Dave Daubenmire, who was made the ACLU's bitch back in the day. Long-time readers will know that the ex-Coach is something of an ideological nemesis of mine. Whereas I stand for everything that is good and clever (heheh), Dave brings absolutely nothing of any value to any discussion unless it is a discussion about flop sweat.

Here's the link: HJHOPPodcast7.mp3

I'm giving up on ClickCaster. It has been down for over a week now.

Today's links/resources:
Dave Daubenmire's awful, awful podcast, "Gender Confusion Confusion."

The source of the Gay Agenda Myth, a parodic commentary from Gay Community News (1987):



Wikipedia entry on the DSM
Music: "Games without Frontiers," by Peter Gabriel

HJ

Saturday, June 27, 2009

The heat is for idiots...

I've been inside most of the day. It's just so ungodly hot out there. We have been baking under a dome of high pressure for a week now. It's paralyzingly awful, so I am kicking it around HJHOP Mission Control. Sleeping in. Reading. Working on the next podcast. Watching Mythbusters. It's Bing time. No grading. No class to prepare for Monday (we're going to the library in class on Monday for a presentation). It's just me and a buttload of free time. I should probably be writing something scholarly, but I'm recouping from a hard week.

I am working also on another commentary re: Answers in Genesis. It's coming. No matter what, I should finish the podcast tomorrow. Who knows when it will go up?

There is little to report when there is so little happening. I mean, how much can actually happen between these four walls in a day? I recorded my roommate's cat meowing and played it back on a loop on my computer, torturing the shit out of the perplexed cats as they haunted for the one making the noise. They started doing what might be called a "kitty head count." They sniffed noses. They circled, hunting around the speakers for the cat that had to be there. They then sniffed butts. It's almost as if they were saying..."Yes, it's you, but...hold on...There's another cat in here...Let me check again...Yeah, totally you. So there are two of us...OK, this is too weird because I see you and hear another cat. Let's just go over this one more time..."

We are suddenly getting a lot of wind outside. Quite a punch of wind. Windows rattling. Lightning on the horizon. This hot spell may be about to break. Yay!

By the way, I got back to the Jacoby book today. Clever lass, she. She has a great grasp of an apparently vast amount of information. Totally digging it. She apparently has yet a more even newer book out. Here's a review courtesy of Arts and Letters Daily, which you really should be subscribing to.

HJ

Answers in Genesis pisses in my yard...

I have really been enjoying this weekend. I have been up the buttcrack of dawn all week and sleeping in was a treat. I went out for a while, found somewhere to read, and worked on the next podcast, which is a very special all Dave Daubenmire episode! There are special effects and idiocy and all sorts of fun things! Yay! Once, back in the day, I was going have a Dave Daubenmire Week at Happy Jihad's House of Pancakes--indeed, I still have the folder with the commentaries in my HJHOP folder, but I found that my keyboard was getting too gummed up with vomit to really pull it off. So, Dave is getting his very own podcast episode. It would be great, I think, if someone let him know! Just saying.

Anyway, I have had a little time to write up something on the website, as I am sure you have figured out by now. Answers in Genesis will publish, well, anything. This time, instead of fucking up science, the are trashing literary interpretation, a field that I am actually rather skilled in. At least that's what my mom says.

The name of the article is "Literary Forms and Biblical Interpretation", and it is by Brian Edwards.

The Bible is a box of treasure. It is full of things of great value, but it requires a key to unlock it. The key to unlock the Bible is within the reach of everyone and not just a special group of people with expert training—although training and experience certainly help us to use the key with greater ease and accuracy. This key is knowing the principles of interpreting the Bible, or hermeneutics. Hermeneutics comes from a Greek word meaning “interpreter.”

Many people forget that the Bible, like any other book, must be understood according to certain rules; most of these rules we are using every day when we read books, letters, or even a newspaper. When a friend tells us that she “cried all night,” or the radio claims that “the whole town was angry,” we do not seriously imagine that our friend sobbed without interruption for eight hours or that there was not even one person in the town who was not pleased with the news that annoyed most of the citizens. We have used the key of hermeneutics to unlock the statements made.
So, language is often not meant literally? Cool. On board there.
The Bible as a book must be interpreted sensibly, and as God’s book it must be interpreted spiritually. Many of the attacks made upon the Bible by its critics are due to a misunderstanding of proper interpretation. An obvious and simple example is when people criticize the Bible for being unscientific when it speaks of the sun rising and setting (for example, Genesis 15:12, 17; 19:23). We all know that this is a convenient expression that is used the world over, and it is not intended as a scientific description of the relationship of the sun to the earth. Even the weather forecasters refer to sunset and sunrise.
Hold on...that's a modern understanding of the phrase, certainly not how it was meant in the day by the people who wrote the Bible! It was not merely an appearance, but thought to be the real deal. You're fucking with the meaning, you meaning-fucker-wither!
The interpretation of Scripture is a vital subject; it is as important as the doctrine of verbal inerrancy itself. There is no value in being able to say, “These are the words of God,” if we then proceed to interpret them in a way directly the opposite of God’s intention. We are answerable to God if we abuse His Word in this way.
And look what you are doing! We're three paragraphs in and you already have the Bible on the rack! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Come see the violence inherent in the system!
In the history of the Christian church, there have been many leaders who have interpreted Scripture in a fanciful or even ridiculous fashion and, as a result, have completely missed its clear teaching. The Reformers looked first for the literal or historical meaning of Scripture and only for an allegorical interpretation where this was allowed by Scripture itself.
So, they made shit up? You better get to the criteria right fucking quick, bucko.
[...]

Much of the Bible is plain, and anyone with a little common sense can understand it [...]
Well, that pretty much rules out everyone at Answers in Genesis.
Is This Passage History?

If a passage of Scripture is clearly historical, then we must remember that its purpose is to describe things that actually happened. Generally, it is not difficult to know which passages are historical and which are not.
Wait a sec...Criteria! Criteria! We judge something to be actually historical only if it accords with what is already known or makes us interpret it all in a new way that gives the totality more explanatory power and coherence. That is, it fits into a larger web of knowledge. The larger the body of knowledge it accords with, the more trustworthy the text becomes. This, of course, is how we completely demolish the various creation stories.
For example, it could hardly be denied that the stories of the various kings of Israel and Judah are expected to be taken as actual accounts of their lives; if anyone wants to deny this, the responsibility is theirs to prove that they are not intended as true stories.
You don't just blindly accept that "if it is written it is true until someone proves it's not"! Galloping horse balls, Pac Man! The default setting on a real thinker is not "gullible." And it's not the intent that we are getting at here, anyway. It is the historicity. It's entirely possible that some profoundly ignorant person wrote a history in which Napoleon precedes Alexander the Great. They may fully intend for it to be take as gospel history, but that has nothing to do with the veracity of the content of his book.
On the other hand, it is equally clear that the story told by Jotham in Judges 9:8–15 is in picture language, and it would be a foolish person who criticized the Bible, or Jotham, for thinking that the trees actually held a conversation.
Snakes, however...
We should always decide on the answer to this first question before we go any further; this could save a lot of problems later. When the reader turns to the first chapter of Genesis, or the book of Jonah, the first question must not be “How can I fit this into what some modern scientists say?” but “Is this written as history?” The answer to that last question must be “yes,” since the entire book of Genesis is written in the form of history. The Jews never doubted it, and neither did the Christian church until a century and a half ago. We cannot pick and choose to suit our convenience.
HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But they were all wrong. (And, to be straight about it, it is simply not true that every Christian always thought that Genesis was literal.)
If someone says Genesis 1 and 2 are poetry or myth, then why not say the same about the story of Babel or the Flood or Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob or, in the book of Exodus, the escape from Egypt or the manna in the wilderness? No one has yet shown where in Genesis it is clearly no longer poetic and certainly historic. The simple truth is that, like the book of Jonah, it is all written as history. We may choose not to believe its accuracy, but if we follow the rules of hermeneutics, we cannot seriously doubt its intention to be accepted as fact.
I would say that Genesis 2-Exodus is myth. And I'm not being arbitrary. There is no evidence that, for instance, Abraham existed. None. Other than the tradition that he existed. There is a tradition that Harry Houdini died during a water escape. That doesn't make it true. There is no evidence that there were Jews in Egypt or that they wandered. Other than the tradition. There is a tradition that Oscar Wilde's last words were, "Either these curtains go or I do." That doesn't make them true.

And, you ridiculous person, Genesis 1 is a song (not a poem that was originally written). It has verses and refrains, the rhythmical repetition of elements, an organized structure into which various narrative elements slide in, and it's easy to remember because it is structured along a week. Its entire mnemonic structure screams "make it memorable" not "make it true and immutable"--that is an illusion wrought of literacy.

Even if what you said wasn't the dumbest thing ever belched by a mammal, it still wouldn't give a lick of credence to the historicity of the accounts.
It is not our concern here to discuss the so-called scientific problems of biblical creation, or how a man could stay alive inside a great fish; that has nothing to do with hermeneutics.
Whatever ad hoc hermeneutic structure you build up doesn't amount to a pail of donkey droppings if you end up with a conclusion that totally fails to jibe with every observation in the history of the universe. Fuck! I'm a literary critic and even I'm willing to throw out my pet philosophies in the face of...reality!
The evangelical who relies upon the argument that Genesis 1 and 2 (or 3 and 4) are poetic and not historical has abandoned sound principles of interpretation in order to avoid what appears to be a scientific problem; why then does he not abandon Jonah as well—or, more particularly, the virgin birth and resurrection of Christ?
Yep. That's what the stakes are. If you stop believing codswallop, then a lot of your core beliefs go up in smoke. Of course, notice how his final comment here has nothing to do with assertaining the truth of the matter, only with preserving a belief about what is true (even when it is rollicking bonkers).

This question, “Is the passage historical?” is one of the most important questions to answer.
Is It Poetry?

[...]

In the sixteenth century, when Galileo discovered that the earth revolved around the sun, he was contradicted by church leaders, on the basis that Psalm 93:1 (see also Psalm 96:10; 104:5), claimed, “The world is firmly established, it will not be moved”! But this was a sad ignorance of the fact that these passages are written in poetic style and are intended only to imply the certainty of God’s plans and God’s laws both for man and His creation. Did the church authorities of his day really believe that God sits on a throne and that the oceans have a voice (verses 2–3)? [...]

Snakes, however, do literally have voices. It's really sad that I have to point this out.
Unlike our modern, Western ideas of poetry, where rhyming words and meter are used, Hebrew poetry uses different devices. One of the most common is parallelism. In many of the Psalms you will find ideas set in couplets or triplets—not rhyming phrases. Psalm 18:31–34 offers an example of this poetic device.

31 For who is God, except the LORD? And who is a rock, except our God?

32 It is God who arms me with strength, And makes my way perfect.

33 He makes my feet like the feet of deer, And sets me on my high places.

34 He teaches my hands to make war, So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

Verse thirty-one presents a parallel idea, amplifying the strength of the one, true God. Verses 32–34 repeat the same basic idea three times—God does x that I might have y. Along with the parallelism, many figures of speech (see the section below) are used in Hebrew poetry. With a little common sense applied, poetry can be easily identified in the Bible.
Western poetry does have...Did you imply that modern poetry doesn't use figurative tropes? I'm not going to go through all of the figurative forms you describe below, but I will point out that they absolutely saturate all prose and all verbal communication, pointing them out as if they belong to the realm of "poesy" is simply...the mental equivalent of stubbing your toe.

Listen, I have been doing a clog dance on Dave Daubenmire's genitals all day. I would like to remind the author, whose name completely escapes me and who is clearly not even worth scrolling back up to learn, 1) a parable is not a figure of speech, but a narrative form, and 2) that the definition of a fable includes a lesson and a talking animal (see the snake in the garden). By applying your standard of hermeneutics to Aesop's story "The Dog Who Sees His Own Reflection" as true history. Sucker.

HJ

Friday, June 26, 2009

HJHOP Summer Podcast Series: Episode 6

Howdy. I have had this podcast waiting to go up for a while now. Clickcaster has been down for over a week. Fuckers. So, here is the latest HJHOP podcast. Just...don't....touch it too much.

HJHOPPodcast6.mp3

HJ

Thursday, June 25, 2009

What a day.

I was in my classroom by 6:00AM for my class 2 hours later. I needed to prep for class by hacking apart some papers for an overhead demonstration (working on concision, baby!). Oh, and get talked to.

My talk with my supervisor was about the language I used. I could have vomited on his shoes. If the issue comes up tomorrow during my staff meeting, I intend to recite a full list of words that I will never use in class ever again, like "colostomy fucker." Heheh. I'm such a prick. And I may use the phrase, "Not some hidden knowledge you need to go to fucking Tibet to discover," but only because it cracks my shit up.

Since I was working on the board today, I had my back turned to the class most of the time. At the end of class, an athlete my came up to me and said that he thought he nodded off during class and he wanted to apologize. I had not noticed. The talk, I have no doubt, worked like a charm. (You know, except for the fact that it worked, since charms don't work.)

Thus ends the 15 minutes that I have set aside for not grading. I need to have grades for everyone by...I think 9:00. I'll just do what I always do: show up at school ridiculously early, say, 6:15. (Woohooo! Sleeping in!)

HJ

Michael Jackson Dead! (Is Michael Jackson alive?)

In what is doubtlessly yet another example of the bizarre behavior for which he has come to be known, pop icon Michael Jackson has died.

Or did he?

Everyone knows that he has been living in the caves under Disneyland for years now.

HJ

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Did I get in trouble at work today?

First class period. Students file in. I had a sinking feeling.

"Today we are working in our peer-editing groups," I announced. "How many people do not have 3 copies of their drafts this morning?"

All but 3 people raised their hands. I was, in a word, floored. The assignment must have been made explicitly, since I had 3 students who did manage to get everything together and be ready. "Go print copies. You have 15 minutes." They went to...wherever they had to get make copies. Probably the library.

At this point, I talked to my assistant instructor. We basically agreed that it was time for the "you are in college now" talk.

30 minutes after class had started, everyone was there. I was breaking down the cost-per-class based on annual tuition. About $30 an hour.

I turned to the class and I began

"This..." I gestured at them, "is unacceptable. I'm not joking when I say that you need printed copies. I'm not fucking around. We have work to do. This is not high school, you are not children. You are adults. Start acting like it."

By now, it was so quiet you could have heard a cricket having a heart attack in the back of the room.

"You are full-time students," I continued. "This is your job. If you work outside of school, this is still your job. If you have a hard time getting to campus on time, I don't care. You get here. You don't have the book? Get the damned book. You don't know what the definition of "disillusionment" is [the topic of our first paper]? Ask me. Ask my assistant. Look in a dictionary. Look on the Internet. I don't care how you do it, but don't hand in a 5-page mistake. The definition of disillusionment is not some secret knowledge you have go to fucking Tibet to uncover.

"You want to see disillusionment? This," I said, pointing to myself. "This is disillusionment.

"I don't want to hear that you couldn't find a way to get in contact with the other members of your group. You exchanged emails last class. You don't email me a paper to review at 10:00 the night before class and expect me to be able to get to it. You need to prepare. You need to set yourself up to not fail. This is not my responsibility. This is yours. That's what college is about.

"In class, I want your eyes forward. I don't want any mumbling in the back," I pointed in the general direction of a typical source of mumbling. You are paying $100 an hour to be here [heheh], a lot of it borrowed money. This is a good school. There are people who would be happy to be paying $100 an hour to take your place. And if you don't figure this shit out you are going to have a short, miserable career here at [Happy Fun Time University] and you won't be missed."

"Now get in your groups."

Actually, I was not mad. Honestly. It was entirely a show. But it was an urgent message. As a final flourish, I told my assistant, "Would you help them for a minute? I need a drink of water."

And then I went out into the hall with my iPod and sort of wandered around for a few minutes. I was out for about as long as a smoke break, and, by god, if I was still smoking, I would have taken one. I guess I wanted a sort of dramatic absence. And then I went back in and began to help them individually.

The rest of the class went smashingly. Really. Someone said, "I never did peer-reviewing before. It's really kind of fun."

"Send that to me in an email," I said. "I want to put it in my teaching portfolio."

Anyway, I had totally forgotten about this speech by 10:00. I thought I might check my email before heading off to Snoozyville, and there was an email from my supervisor. (I just can't bring myself to call him my "superior.") He said that he had heard from his boss that I had a bad morning. No, actually, it was pretty good. He wants to meet in the morning before class.

Oh, well. This will be fine. I have less than a month here. I have senioritis.

HJ

Students say the darndest things...

In a paper last night.

"But I was more wrong than I could ever be."

Obviously you were unaware of this sentence, then.

Then there was this, that made me piss myself:

"We wouldn’t say that humans licking their gentiles like animals was natural if a small population of people were doing it."

Gentiles hate being licked.

This is up there with:

"Beowulf is an anonymous medieval poem written in the 18th Century by Robert Cotton."

and

"Antisemitism in Nazi Germany was bad, especially for the Jews."

HJ

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I'm going to dream about grading tonight.

Damn it.

Plowed through every single paper tonight. These students...I tell ya. A lot of them have problems.

The ones I fear most are the ones I have to tell that their papers are not on topic at all. Or even close. The topic was "disillusionment." Apparently, they never encountered the word before. Or a dictionary. Or the Internet. Or the directions on the assignment sheet.

I mean, Jeez.

I was lamenting inwardly and my supplemental instructor came up to me and advised: "Do you want to know a trick that I use? It came from Pill Boy [another instructor]. He said, 'Just imagine that they are all retarded, really and profoundly incapable of doing anything without lots of help. That way, you aren't disappointed when they fuck up, and when they do something well (or not so badly), it's a bonus.'"

That makes a lot of sense, in a depressingly zen-like way.

I only have the vaguest sense of what I will be doing in class tomorrow. I don't know if I should correct sentences on the board or not. Any activity that you need to turn your back to the students to do is fraught with danger.

Anyway, I wanted to so a little critique of OneNewsNow, the intellectual septic tank that it is. (You would have thought that I had enough shitty thinking already tonight, but I guzzle that it by the bucket, apparently.) But, alas, I have more feedback to give these students. Don't have the strength.

I have another podcast ready to go, but idiot Clickcaster has been down for a good part of a week. Damn it. I am already scanning the Internet evangelists for future shows. There is some hateful shit out there this week. I don't know how I want to do Daubenmire this week, in writing or via podcast. It's pretty bad. He's such an unpleasant moron.

Meanwhile, my roommate's Siamese is insisting very loudly that I kick it hard in the head. I'm getting there.

I apologize for posting so irregularly lately. Strange few weeks.

Here, kitty, kitty...

HJ

Monday, June 22, 2009

A dark day...

I spent all day on campus, and I am beat. This entry is really just for the sake of form. I don't feel up to going through the whole shebang right now, I just wanted to say that through my one-on-one consultations with students today, my first chance to sit down and get to know them personally, I found out that a lot of these kids have real problems that an English teacher will not be able to fix.

I have a student who is a severe burn victim. He gave me a paper in which he revealed that he has had over 500 surgeries. He looks pretty good, considering that his entire face is sculpted out of scar tissue. He has a lot of anger. In his paper...he basically said that he thought that everyone believed his life was "worth nothing" because of his accident. That kid has a nightmare in his head and I think may need psychological support.

Another student, an athlete, showed up reeking of pot. Good luck when you pee into that cup, dipshit.

Then there was the student who shadow-punched my assistant instructor. He is apparently...also odd. I have, in consultation with the rest of the English staff and program director moved him to work with another assistant.

It's just that this was after 4 hours of talking about gay penguins. Don't ask. At least, don't ask tonight.

I'm snicking off to read and go to sleep. I'm up at 5:30 to put together a course plan for the morning.

You wake me at your own peril.

HJ

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I can't stop buying books!

I have an addiction. I'm addicted to knowing more than everyone.

Haha.

No, but I am really stocking up on the books that I want. I don't know if I am subconsciously planning to shipwreck myself on a deserted island and making somehow making preparations for entertainment, but I have done stranger things.

Anyway, a few books came yesterday and I got a few more today. Ben Shepherd's A War of Nerves, a history of military psychiatry arrived. I keep coming back to that topic, so I need it with me. I picked up Susan Jacoby's recent America is Stupid and People are Getting Stupider and Aren't Americans Stupid? (OK, it's called The Age of American Unreason.) Also, I picked up Charlatan: America's Most Dangerous Huckster, The Man Who Pursued Him, and Age of Flimflam, by Pope Brock XXIII. If I remember the story correctly, it's about a guy who went around performing unnecessary surgery--implanting goat nuts or something into people. There's a goat on the cover, so I think that this is the same person.

I also picked up a book by John McManus about D-Day and a history about a caper the goal of which was to steal Lincoln's corpse as a Father's Day present. (Not the corpse as a Father's Day gift, dumbass. The gift is the book about the stealing the corpse.) There was something on PBS about the event not so long ago. I thought my Old Man would get a kick out of it. At the same time, I picked up season 6 of Penn and Teller's Bullshit at 40% off by saying that I left my Borders coupon at home (which really might have been true on any other day).

But, I swear, one day some librarian looking to collect fines is going to find my corpse under a bridge, covered in papercuts. (Not the bridge covered in papercuts, asshole...GOD!)

HJ

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Southern Baptists: "AHHHH!!! MASONS!!!!! RUN!!!!"

What, is this fucking 1870?

The Masons. The fucking Masons.

Fuck.

It comes from Brannon Howse's site. Hey, Brannon! Fix your fucking formatting! You've had years!

It begins with a prologue:

The following resolution on freemasonry has been submitted to the Resolution Committee of the Southern Baptist for consideration. The last time such a resolution made it to the floor of the convention they dodged the issue by saying they don't dictate to the churches.

Freemasonry is very popular in the south and chances are this resolution will not make it through the committee. Interesting how Christians want God to bless America but our church denominations--will not take a stand on such a clear cut issue as the occultism of freemasonry.
By Shatner's thundering trousers! Is Brannon going to make me defend the Southern Baptists? Well, no.
Freemasonry and Current Events
"...Have nothing to do with one another?"
Whereas, Freemasonry has been featured in the National Treasure movies over the last few years; and
"...Whereas, that was just a movie, and most people are capable of parsing reality and shitty Nicholas Cage films"?
Whereas, Freemasonry is currently the subject of documentaries on such TV channels as the History Channel and A&E, as well as other TV channels; and
"...Whereas the standards for what constitutes a 'documentary' on the History Channel have been lowered to such gems as Did Aliens Build the Pyramids? and Hitler's Pets"?
Whereas, Freemasonry and other secret societies have been mentioned in the widely read books, Angels and Demons and The DaVinci Code, written by Dan Brown; and
"Whereas, those books were really, truly and staggeringly awful, and because people left to their own devices have no taste (as evidenced by greasy preacher hair and fondness for country music)"?
Whereas, Dan Brown's next book, The Lost Symbol, to be released in September of this year, will almost certainly feature Freemasonry as indicated in the code found on the jacket of The DaVinci Code; and
"Whereas, whoever wrote this thing clearly handled a copy of The DaVinci Code and is therefore now probably a Masonic subversive and should be burned as a witch"?
Whereas, the publication of this new book scheduled to have a phenomenal first edition of five million books, will no doubt renew interest in this subject; and
"Whereas, clearly millions of people were driven into the clutches of Masonry because of the first two books"?
Whereas, the North American Mission Board (NAMB) has published a document, A Bridge to Light: An Examination of the Religious Teachings of the Scottish Rite, which states that "many of the religious teachings presented in A Bridge to Light are incompatible with Biblical Christianity", such as "A Bridge to Light Teaches a Works Salvation," and "A Bridge to Light Denies the Uniqueness of Jesus" (see NAMB.net); and

Whereas, the North American Mission Board has also produced another document, A Comparison Chart - Freemasonry and Christianity, which states that "the teaching that followers of non-Christian religions will also go to heaven is prominent in Freemasonry" (see NAMB.net).
"Whereas, Bing couldn't find this document; and that just the mere thought that someone might let Muslims and Hindus into the Country Club in the Sky is enough to make us shop around for a more bigoted deity, one, you know, "like us" who won't bring down property values by waking us up every morning with calls to prayer and letting their cows wander free and poop in our front yards"?
Be it Therefore lovingly and prayerfully Resolved, That Southern Baptists refrain from membership in Masonic lodges in light of the underlying philosophies which contradict "the faith which was once delivered unto the saints."
Lovingly and prayerfully resolved? I don't know, but this really strikes me as...parliamentary kitsch. As an English teacher, I am opposed to unnecessary words, which happens to include all Dan Brown novels. You would think that I would be able to build something in common with the SoBaps with that foundation. But they contuinue to construct monuments to complete goof.

I say we submit a resolution banning SoBaps from eating werewolf meat.

HJ

A Gentle Response to Ben

In response to last night's post:

Ben said...

Voodoo Science is alright. It wasn't very memorable to me though. I find that most skeptical stuff just makes me go "Duh." though.

Ben, I agree, and I think I'd like to elaborate at some length. (Sorta makes you wish you hadn't responded, eh wot?)

Arguments about whether or not goof is goof seems a rather redundant practice most of the time. What I think is fascinating is the belief itself. For instance, do you know about the Black Forest group, Vegetaria Universa? In the 1960s, they believed that the entire universe was made of vegetables (John Grant, Discarded Science, 8). I think that to argue this point is to participate in the lunacy, to some degree. The appropriate rebuttal is to whack them with a carrot. Hard. Now if the belief that the universe is made of vegetables catches on and becomes a political force and people begin raising children to adopt "vegetarian science" at the expense of real and actual science, at that point, drying out the main course of aberrant beliefs under the heat lamp of reason is not a bad thing--indeed, it is the only responsible thing. And if you can have some fun with it, by all means go for it!

Hey, Ben, did you and puppy make a love connection? He is no longer listed at the Humane Society site.

HJ

Friday, June 19, 2009

Books books books!

I have just finished Legends, Lore and Lies, a collection of essays put out by Pearson and edited by Joseph Calabrese, which is fine. It's not overwhelmingly great--I had already read a lot of what he had collected before--but I think that it would completely serviceable as companion to a textbook on critical thinking. Certainly it would be a pleasure for students to read, and even the enthusiastic skeptic will undoubtedly encounter a couple of essays that have slipped under their radar.

I am currently reading (a chapter a night) Science Under Siege: Defending Science, Exposing Pseudoscience, a collection of essays that have appeared in Skeptical Inquirer, edited by Kendrick Frazier. This is a little heavier than the Calabrese text, but it is certainly engaging.

Even though I am barreling through these books at a phenomenal rate, I hit the freaking jackpot when I stopped in the office today. 3 books in my mailbox! My unadulterated glee aside, the heap of unread books next to my bed is getting ridiculous. Soon I'm going to have to fire a cannon at its peak in order to prevent hikers from dying in an avalanche of knowledge. There is Robert L. Park's Superstition: Belief in the Age of Science, which, I have to say, did not grab me, force me to the ground and have its intellectual way with me. I want to read Voodoo Science, but this one, meh.

Then there is Brett Holldobler and EO Wilson's The Superorganism, which promises to be fascinating. I got it right after it came out, and it cost me a pretty penny. I just haven't gotten to it yet. I'm thinking it would be best as a big bathroom book.

In the last few days, a number of books have arrived. For instance, there is the war movie bible Lawrence H. Suid's Guts and Glory: The Making of the American Military Image in Film, which figures heavily in the article I recently completed. I have returned to that so many times in the last few years, it was time that I pick up a copy. $15 bucks for an indispensable reference work. Not bad.

During a recent trip to Washington University's Olin Library (while finishing the article just mentioned), I realized that I was not going to have that fantastic collection at my disposal anymore. This, of course, means that I have to recreate the entire collection before I go to Atlanta, where Emory will doubtlessly be my academic library of choice. I thought I would start small with 3 books I inadvertently stumbled upon while browsing and just did not have the time to read while I was working. The first is by the national treasure Martin Gardner, a collection called Order and Surprise. Can't wait.

Then 3 that arrived today include Science and the Paranormal, edited by George O. Abell and Barry Singer, which looks like it is chock full of essays by celebrity skeptics. Animala is reading that one, and is hovering over me anxiously until I give it back. It is the "I'm not touching you" version of getting what you want. Alright, here you go. Jeez. Next are two older texts. The first is called Hoaxes, by Curtis MacDougall, originally published in 1940. Mine's the 1958 reprint. Lastly is Brewer's Cabinet of Curiosities, and updated version of the 1860s original edited by Ian Crofton, perhaps the ultimate bathroom book.

So, that's what I'm doing when not working. What are you reading?

HJ

Bodie Hodge--"Someone had blunder'd."

Bodie, we're all friends here, right? For the sake of your family name, really, stop writing articles without a pseudonym. Some responsible adult should really take away your Internet privelages.

Bodie Hodge, who is lucky to not be employed as a rather untalented doorstop, answers the letters sent to Answers in Genesis (you know, the Creation Museum people). Which makes him the "Answers" part. Which, in turn, lays bare the colossal idiocy of the entire endeavor of Answers in Genesis. It's called "A Good Day Ruined."

Wow... Just when I got that really happy feeling because I’m done with work ... I saw you website and [got sick]. The fact that you would call someone a creation scientist is ridiculous to say the least. What science are you doing? Where do you publish your works? How often are your results put up against an unbiased peer-review board? And how in, dare i say, “god’s name” do you get off at brainwashing children to believe your superstitious, astrological, irrational, primitive belief systems? Just when I thought I was having a good day. Get educated and EVOLVE!
Not a bad letter, really. So Bodie, like the idiots in the Light Brigade, totally rides off into battle on a horse against, well, Darwin's Heavy Artillery:
Wow... Just when I got that really happy feeling because I’m done with work ... I saw you website and [got sick]. The fact that you would call someone a creation scientist is ridiculous to say the least.

Why is it ridiculous? Most fields of science were developed by creation-believing scientists of the past, such as Isaac Newton, Gregor Mendel, Louis Pasteur, and many others. They realized that an orderly God would create an orderly universe that made repeatable scientific testing possible. In fact, Francis Bacon, a creationist, developed the scientific method based on the idea of a God-made universe.

Cannon to right of him! You are misunderstanding the question on purpose. The phrase is an oxymoron. Scientists, as a rule, do not invoke "then a miracle happens" when they don't understand something. So-called "creation-scientists" do automatically. And none of those people were "creation scientists" in the modern sense in which you use the essentially contradictory phrase. None of them was studying the origins of species, for one. Isaac Newton finished all the important work he is known for by the 1690s. His pursuit of weird-ass religious beliefs, it could be convincingly argued, denied the world the benefit of further insights, and it is clearly one of the greatest squandering of talents in recorded history. It is nothing to celebrate, Bodie.
But why, in a big bang, no-God, universe, would things be orderly?
Cannon to left of him! Bodie, since clearly things are orderly whether or not there is a god (the two matters are two separate questions), why not? I at least have the entire universe to tell me that it appears to be orderly--what do you have to show me that it shouldn't be? Other than a lame hunch you have no interest in challenging, that is?
What science are you doing?
Real science, unlike molecules-to-man evolution, which cannot be repeated or observed; for example, friends of ours have invented the MRI (Dr Raymond Damadian) and the Gene Gun (Dr John Sanford).
Cannon in front of him! But no biology. Which is what you are arguing about. It's like you're calling in a podiatrist to perform a c-section, ding-dong.
Evolution, on the other hand, is far from scientific:
  1. No one has been able to make life from non-life (matter giving rise to life, which is foundational to molecules-to-man evolution).
Well, not yet, but better minds are working on it. What are you going to say when that day comes?
2. No one has been able to change a single-celled life-form like an ameba [sic] into a cow or goat.
Which is not what evolution is claimed to do, so why would they? (This strikes me as just as pathetic as the famed "crocoduck" argument.)
3. No one has been able to repeat the big bang (which is foundational to molecules-to-man evolution).
First, Darwin came up with his theory without the barest conception of anything remotely Big Bangish. Second, are creation scientists able to make fruit flies spontaneously jump into existence in a lab, which (by definition) is what they'd have to do to show that creation from nothing is repeatable? Finally, evolution has nothing little to do with the initial conditions of the universe (you nitwit) and everything to do with things that happened long afterward.
4. We haven’t observed billions of new information-gaining mutations required to build the DNA strand and give rise to new kinds of life-forms.
We don't need to. Some things happen whether we see them or not. And the evidence that there are such mutations is overwhelming. And you can cram your...truly and staggeringly deficient use of information theory right up your ass.
5. Matter has never been observed to give rise to new information.
And your dog's ass.
6. No one has observed millions of years of time progressing.
Again, don't need to. Take for instance that no one [your word, not mine] has seen even thousands of years progressing. The best anyone can do is a hundred years, give or take. And need I mention the myriad ways in which we can infer vast spans of time from the material conditions of the world? You kickstand.
7. No one has found the billions of transitional fossils needed to help show the changes of one kind into another.
Cannon behind him! You don't need to be able in order to reach the not at all unreasonable conclusion that there have been exactly such changes. If that's the standard that you demand before you are willing to learn, every single fossil showing every generation back to the primordial ooze, well, you are destined to remain the ignorant failure that you are already showing yourself to be, you disgrace.
Where do you publish your works?

With kindness, apparently you did not spend much time researching before asking such a question. We publish peer-reviewed, technical papers (ARJ), peer-reviewed, semi-technical articles (AiD), and, naturally, peer-reviewed, lay articles in Answers magazine and the website.

Oh, perhaps they should have said, "publications reviewed by scientists, not self-funded vanity presses, since your peers are idiots." Also, did you see how he said that he published to the prestigious Internet? Heehee.
Get educated and EVOLVE!
Well, the use of “evolve” here is actually correct, but I would like to return this statement back to you in kindness.
Wait. The "I'm-rubber-you're-glue" defense? What, are you in second grade, you simpleton? The rest of the refutation really writes itself, so I won't bother. Honestly, Bodie, you are so beneath me and so handily dispatched I almost feel bad for you. Except I really, really don't.

In kindness,

HJ (aka, Alfred, Lord McGhandi)

HJHOP podcast--aliens and qi!

In this mini-episode of the HJHOP podcast, I revisit Simona Manini, whose qi is pissing me off. Also, I contact aliens. Plus, Animala speaks...Grrrrower!

Hey, if you think that this podcast is worth continuing, let me know. I need to make some bandwidth/storage decisions soon and need to know if people will be listening. Thanksabunch.

HJ

Thursday, June 18, 2009

If these people are Mormons, they are total twats...

We don't know how many of the people here were Mormon, of course, but assuming that a fair percentage of them were, but if that last guy was...


Door To Door Atheists Bother Mormons - Watch more Funny Videos

HJ

Death Star Conspiracy...

Animala sent me this, because she knew I would titter ridiculously. And, lo, there was tittering.

HJ

The Death Star Destruction was an Inside Job!

These are questions and points that the so-called 'Empire' or the alleged 'Rebellion' cannot answer!

A long time ago in a Galaxy far away most of us saw the Death Star being destroyed. We all heard or saw much of the tale. But since that time several lingering FACTS have come out to make us doubt 'The Official Story'

1) No Death Star was ever destroyed in the manner seen. Entropy tells us that the Death Star should have sat around for a long time, until falling into a Black Hole.

2) The 'Chain Reaction Photon Torpedo' theory is absurd and has no basis in fact! A Hut mechanic has being quoted as saying that the only way such an explosion could have happened is if someone threw a wrench into the power core!

3) The alleged 'target' for the 'Chain Reaction' to start was no bigger than 2 meters! Simply an impossible target.

4) The Death Star, according to its specifications, was supposed to have sufficient firepower to fend off an entire fleet of warships. Yet somehow a handful of obsolete fighters were able to dance around on its surface?!!!!

5) Several reports were heard of 'earlier explosions' happening on the Death Star. Claims that these were results of other Photon Torpedoes do not make sense! Obviously the Death Star was destroyed with planted explosives placed in the walls when the thing was built.

6) Conveniently, the man second only to the Emporer himself was stationed a the Death Star. Yet he conveniently is 'out in a TIE Fighter' when the place blows up! Since when do our leaders fly in barely armored fighters!!!!!!!!? Some months later the same leader kills several Imperial Commanders who obviously asked too many questions!

7) A Freighter backup co-pilot claimed that flying in the 'approach trench' as hypothsised by the Imperial WTFJH comittee is 'impossible'. The trench, as seen in photos was obviously too narrow to fly anything in and is filled with TurboLasers in case anyone tries to do it!

8) The aforementioned Leader, as documents reveal, is actually the FATHER of the 'General S.' credited with destroying the Death Star!! Coincidence?!

9) Even more stunning is that merely days, or perhaps HOURS before the destruction of the Death Star, said 'General S' was actually ON THE DEATH STAR!!!!

10) Other sources indicate that 'General S' had no formal training as a pilot!!! He was described back at his planet of origin as being a 'dreamy kid, reckless, and always wanting to make his speeder go faster! Hardly the qualifications needed to perform such a task.

11) There was only one known survivor for the Empire and less than Half a dozen for the 'Rebellion'. Obviously both have been at work killing any potential whistleblowers!

12) Mere months after the destruction of the First Death Star, another one is suddenly in place!! It would seem that the Galaxyists plan these things in advance!!!

13) The Emporer, when getting news of the destruction, was at a Clone Training base, intimidating young clones into proper behavior. When informed, he continued to intimidate the youngsters and all the others in the area! Obviously he must have known in advance what would happen!!!

14) In another convenient 'coincidence' it turns out that the 'General S' and The Imperial Leader who survived both knew and worked with the same person: A 'General K'.

By kookbreaker http://forums.randi.org/showthread.php?t=55261 (old thread, started in 2006).

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Got class?

I do.

I've been busily working the last several days, trying to get my new class off of the ground. I'm having my students read an article about gay penguins. Haha. It's my impish nature.

I want to give some recommendations. Not so long ago I was reading an assload of books about conspiracy theories. One of these was Enemies Within: The Culture of Conspiracy in America by Robert Alan Goldberg. Since I am quickly running out of podcasts to listen to for fun, I have been looking for new, interesting ones. It turns out that the Spy Museum has a podcast series in which they address issues like spycraft and the history of intelligence. Really interesting stuff. Well, I basically tripped over the interview with Goldberg that aired on 4 March. I liked his interview more than the book (and the book was really good). Another interesting one was the following interview on conspiracy theories that originate in foreign misinformation campaigns. the interview State Department Counter-Misinformation Officer Todd Leventhal. Go and check out the Spycast page to see what else they have.

By far my favorite kick right now is RadioLab, which comes out of WNYC. You really just have to check it out. I used a bit of yesterday's podcast, "Stochasticity," in my class today. I wish that Jad and Robert, however, would stop being so intimately chummy during the host sections. I mean, they get sort of predictable: one feigns disbelief about our remarkable universe, but then he is begrudgingly (and utterly predictably) swayed. I have fantasies about them beating the shit out of each other when the mic is off. If you are a cheerleader for science, you'll find this show interesting (they seem to spend a lot of time hanging out at Oliver Sacks's house).

If you haven't listened to Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, you are badly damaged and your life is all the more miserable for it.

A neat one--and one with lots of potential--is Backstory, which takes the long view of current events. For instance, they have done shows on the history of financial crashes, veterans in America, and the notion of the disinterested press.

Anyway, those are my recommendations for now. I am currently looking at two collections of essays related to all things skeptical. I will give a comparison of them...one day soon.

HJ

PS: Could somebody with a DSL link look at this video and give me their impressions in the comments below?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Veteran rider Simona Manini thrown under HJHOP Short Bus

You may remember, if you have been reading HJHOP for as long as I have been writing it, that feng shui performance artist ("performance artist" sounds so much nicer than "useless parasite") Simona Manini was decorating monkey cages for the LA Zoo. It happened in February of 2007, when "The Insufferable Manini" herself accepted $4500 to go to the zoo and accept $4500. (No, that's not a typo.) Sure, that money could have been used by the zoo to buy coats for naked mole rats, but the City of Los Angeles thought that the money was better spent subsidizing idiocy. They were expecting to bring rare Chinese golden snub-nosed monkeys to LA. Everyone involved deserves what happened to Homer as "Sim-Sim".

Well, I wrote about this grotesque mismanagement of funds way back in the day (see: "Idiocy, thy name is feng shui") when I received 150 hits a month. Those were the days. Well, Simona, doing a shabby lawyer impersonation, contacted me regarding my write up, threatened legal action, and was promptly told to get stuffed (see: "Another Threatened Lawsuit!"). This earned her a spot on the HJHOP short bus's inaugural trip to the boobie hatch.

I think what really pissed me off about this weirdo is this statement:

"It's very experimental," Mainini said. "We don't have any books on feng shui for monkeys. We just have to assume that Darwin is correct and that there is a connection and what is good for humans is good for monkeys."
It's perfect jackassery. Of course,now word has come down that China will not be sending any monkeys to the Los Angeles Zoo, so now they have monkeyless feng shui-ed monkey cages. (Perhaps the Chinese saw how irresponsible the Zoo was with its money?)

The zoo has apparently decided that the monkey cages will house "a mixed-species exhibit of Asian animals including leaf-eating langur monkeys, miniature deer and pheasants." I want to know why Simona Manini is not jumping up and down shouting, "NO! This was feng shui-ed for monkey qi! We have no idea what effect monkey feng shui has on pheasants! We need time for more clinical trials!"

Perhaps it is because nobody is paying her to give a shit.

HJ

Monday, June 15, 2009

Aye! Que bummer!

Here's a little hint: never look at your teaching evaluations because you will only remember the bad ones. Every semester, students get to grade their instructors. On the last day (or very nearly the last day) we give students course evaluation sheets and leave the room a few minutes early so they can complete the assessment without us present. I taught my dream class last semester. Something that I had wanted to do for a while, and at the end of the semester I thought, "Hey, that went smashingly." Basically, I shit knowledge and fart intelligence.

Now, I had a number of perfect scores on my evals this semester, but do I remember those? No. I remember the students who did not like my vague paper assignments (I do this to give them flexibility in picking and pursuing topics and to encourage them to come to me). I remember the ones who thought I was disorganized. (One person said, "He should really look at the syllabus." OK, that one's fair enough. I'm working on it.) Those were two consistent criticisms. I got more awesome papers in that class than in any class I ever taught. So it was harder to write the papers--you're welcome! Students almost always push back when you push them. I know that I need to work on the organization thing that I've heard so many people speak so well of. At least this semester nobody said that I "should be fired." One person said that I was biased about conspiracy theories. Well, yeah. I'm skeptical of them.

Oh well. I have a feeling that a lot of the anxiety that students felt about the class stemmed from a lack of clarity on the schedule. This I will need to work on.

Damn it.

HJ

Sunday, June 14, 2009

What does it take to get a rise out of Ken Ham?

Very, very little.

Anyway, coming on the heels of an entry of mine that was Pharyngulized a few days ago (thanks, PZ!) and then was further elaborated on by Stupid Dinosaur Lies, Ken Ham retaliated ineffectually by lamenting that the universe is mean.

Well, the intolerant secularists are at it again. It seems many of them do not believe in freedom of speech or tolerance.
Hey, don't look at me. Keep talking--I like a laugh. And there's nothing about "tolerance" that forces us to endorse idiocy. In science, some ideas, it turns out, some ideas are more worth tolerating than others.
They are a small minority of the population, and it seems they have given up trying to argue scientifically, logically, or in a reasoned way.
Only with you, fool, because you are clearly unimprovable. Of course, you wouldn't be aware of what real scientists are doing when not ridiculing you because you don't read scientific journals, which are packed full of scientific, logical, reasoned goodness.
We have observed an increasing trend to attack Answers in Genesis and the Creation Museum using vile language,
Smeghead.
making false accusations,
Georgia Purdom is a respectable and respected scientist.
creating false websites,
www.kenhamisclever.com
making threats against us,
Well, I have never made a threat. I just don't. That's wrong. Maybe, "So-and-so should be beaten around the knees by midgets," but what are the chances that someone's going to round up a bunch of belligerent midgets? It's hardly inciting to violence.
and so on.
Recently, acting quite childishly, they blasted the Creation Museum because we were given the unique opportunity to sponsor a NASCAR to advertise the Creation Museum.
Actually, I think that's a brilliant metaphor for your approach to science. Going in circles at a high rate of speed for the benefit of people in puffy hats who don't expect you to get anywhere.
They also have been attacking the fact the Creation Museum restaurant has a relationship with Coca-Cola to sell their products.
Well, my original intent was to criticize the American Family Association for being colossal hypocrites.
If they even used a fraction of their vile language and false accusations against Moslems—I couldn’t imagine the outcry.
Dude, don't get me started. They don't have a Wacky Mohommedan Theme Park (mostly because you will be beheaded if you make an animatronic Prophet), they aren't a measurable force in the struggle over students' right to high quality science education, and they are not worth our time. And people do slam Muslims constantly. Take fundamentalist Christians, for instance. Take a good chunk of everything that I get fed from TownHall.com, OneNewsNow, Bible Prophecy Today, and Worldview Weekend on a daily basis. Not only is your version of history completely fabricated, Ken, but your present is completely batshit as well.
But it seems they think they have the right to attack Christians in any way they want.
Well, except physically, and the vast majority of us wouldn't want to. Your hare-brained ideas, however, are fair game and deserve no special coddling or respect. They constantly earn derision. The weirdos that you employ are self-humiliation machines, and if you had a speck of decency you would encourage them to not make such asses out of themselves. And what you cite as an attack on "Christians" from Stupid Dinosaur Lies, actually only criticizes your weird-ass organization, not any specific person. Your problem, in this case at least, is that you can't separate criticism of your asinine beliefs and criticism of you. Much like the caller below (watch the whole thing through to the end--hilarious Christian fail):



Ahhhh.

HJ

Now that was supercool!

I totally got on the air for a public radio show today. They were in a boisterous mood, the radio show hosts were. I would like to share a recording of it with you when it comes out, but they used my real name, which is Throatwarbler Mangrove.

I'm just pissing giddy right now.

Whee!

HJ

Comedy Central Orders 26 NEW EPISODES of Futurama!


Good news, everyone! Futurama, according to Entertainment Weekly, is going back into production!

This means that the Hypnotoad will rise again!

HJ

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Who's going to be on an NPR show?

I'm going to be on a public radio show! Heehee. This is a new show in Virginia and is right up my alley, honestly. They responded to an email of mine with an invitation to ask a question on the show. What is it with me and public radio, eh wot?

Pretty cool stuff. I'm pretty jazzed. I'm totally going to be a babbling idiot!

HJ

Wherein Bing discovers icanhazcheezburger...

Yes, it's late in the game, but this, I thought, was worth it:


HJ

Ditzes: "Newsweek's Oprah Exposé Was Sexist and Racist"

Let's just pretend that this is universe is fair for a second. In that universe, I am jumping up and down on the heads of Katty Kay and Claire Shipman.

Seriously, the HuffPost will print anything, and this week they proved it. It was called:"Did Anyone Else Think The Newsweek Photo of Oprah Was Misogynistic? And Just Plain Dumb?" My answer is, "Clearly, it's only you two nitwits." They are talking about the cover of the recent Newsweek issue in which Oprah was ripped a new one for pushing fraudulent cures and New Age idiocy. A new one wide enough I could park my car in.

First of all, whatever case the reporters were trying to make about Oprah, it would have helped them tremendously to have done it in a dignified manner. That photo was just in horribly bad taste. Picking a photo of Oprah to make her literally look crazy, with a banner headline about wacky cures? Was the point to make her look like a nutty witch doctor? In fact it felt not only misogynistic, but racist. I could almost hear the voodoo drumbeats in the background.
If you had understood the article's content, you would have seen that that is exactly what they were going for, and they had the science to back their assertions. So, the picture of her looking a little like a spazz was really perfectly in line with the message of the article.

Also, what the fuck was the cover supposed to look like? This?


That makes SO much more sense. Oprah is a black woman. But let's face it, you don't really give a crank about whether or not a black woman should be on the cover of a magazine with a feature article about...the same black woman. You claim that the article is weak. Well, then, let's do this:
First of all--"Outside Oprah's world, there isn't a raging debate about replacing hormones." Really? What planet are the authors on? There's plenty of debate, despite the research into hormone therapy, and the risks associated with it. Menopause hits many women like a truck, and millions of women wonder what to do. About 20 percent still use some sort of hormones for at least a short time. And, um, as Newsweek put on the cover in 2002 with "The Science of Alternative Medicine," the holistic approach is gaining ground.
You have two fallacies here. The first is what is a type of appeal to sympathize with the victim's feelings. (I can't think of a corresponding formally named fallacy off-hand.) When you explain, like I have, to Allison Dubois's victims that they have had their minds fucked with by a fraudster by saying, "No, you can't talk to the dead," they get irate. "WHY DO YOU WANT THESE PEOPLE TO HURT?!" they rage. And that, of course, is not the point at all.

The second fallacy is in the statement that holistic "medicine" is gaining ground. This is a species of ad populum, which says, "Lots of people are doing or believe in A. Therefore, A must be right or true." This is, of course, a steaming load of dingo dirt.

Next, you are misrepresented what she is doing: injecting her hoo-hoo with estrogen, using both hormone creams and HGH. On her own initiative. There is not an unsued doctor in the world who would agree that there is any debate about whether or not what she is doing is wise.

Lastly, this passage suffers from taking the line out of context. The next sentence of the original article reads:
Somers "is simply repackaging the old, discredited idea that menopause is some kind of hormone-deficiency disease, and that restoring them will bring back youth," says Dr. Nanette Santoro, director of reproductive endocrinology at Albert Einstein College of Medicine and head of the Reproductive Medicine Clinic at Montefiore Medical Center.
So who are you to believe? An MD who is a Director of Reproductive Endocrinology or some loon who gets chelation when she catches a whiff of cigarette smoke and by all rights probably should be in a big plastic bubble?
Do we want to go to the extremes Suzanne Somers does? Who has the time? Or the guts? But she's like our food taster. Doing the hard work for us. And if we can seize on 10 percent of what she does as helpful, why not have access to that?
And again, you avoid the larger point that according to credentialed experts taking hormones unnecessarily is a health risk. At the same time, she does so much shit to herself, how would you ever know what was working? Look at this:
Each morning, the 62-year-old actress and self-help author rubs a potent estrogen cream into the skin on her arm. She smears progesterone on her other arm two weeks a month. And once a day, she uses a syringe to inject estrogen directly into her vagina. She swallows 60 vitamins and other preparations every day. "I take about 40 supplements in the morning," she told Oprah, "and then, before I go to bed, I try to remember … to start taking the last 20." [S]he says that she also starts each day by giving herself injections of human growth hormone, vitamin B12 and vitamin B complex. In addition, she wears "nanotechnology patches" to help her sleep, lose weight and promote "overall detoxification." If she drinks wine, she goes to her doctor to rejuvenate her liver with an intravenous drip of vitamin C. If she's exposed to cigarette smoke, she has her blood chemically cleaned with chelation therapy. In the time that's left over, she eats right and exercises, and relieves stress by standing on her head.
I mean...???? How could you ever sort out exactly what was doing what.? The other thing that I think people would benefit from knowing is that Susanne Somers has had ASSLOADS OF PLASTIC SURGERY, a conspicuous omission when you are talking about appearances of "rejuvenation."
Is there really anything wrong with giving people information, and trusting them to ferret through it?
Yes. When it is bad information, it is positively immoral and you should be taken behind the shed and beaten until you shit blood, metaphorically. This is what happens when a doctor gives bad health information and is sued for malpractice. (Of course, doctors get sued when they do everything right and still have a bad outcome.) The same standard does not seem to apply to New Age wackos.

Over and over, these dizzy bimbos prattle on about "challenges to established medicine/autism research/etc." as if it "challenging" was, a priori, a great thing great thing, regardless of outcomes. But there is a reason that established medicine is...established. It is the best known practice. The scientific method has extended our lives ridiculously. Seriously. A century ago, there was no expectation that a grandparent would even be around to meet grandchildren, much less be around to babysit! You know "the Gipper" (not Reagan, but the guy he was playing in the movie)? He died of strep throat. Yeah! I know! Modern medicine has dramatically changed the quality and quantity of life. What these asshats are pushing is what came before real medicine. And, boy, can they shove it!
And just because it does not have the seal of approval from the establishment--is no reason to trash it. Quite the opposite, in many cases. And Newsweek, if you are going to go all paternalistic and controlling and establishment, please at least get your facts straight.
Let me be clear: AltMed does not empower women. It victimizes them and subjects them to exploitation by charlatans. Katty Kay and Claire Shipman, for all their girl-speak, should be considered traitors to their gender.

HJ

Psychic Scammed out of $120,000

She should have seen it coming.

I want to know why it is wrong to steal from a thief, actually. Free Denise Hall!

HJ

Podcast #4 is up...

In this issue of the ongoing HJHOP summer series of podcasts, Dave Daubenmire gets a new producer and introduces new listeners to a fanciful version of himself, I review a couple of books that would be of interest to skeptics, and a song of praise bad enough to make Jesus rethink that whole Messiah thing.

Relevant Links:

Happy Jihad's House of Pancakes: "You'll laugh. You'll cry. It will become a part of you."

HJ

Friday, June 12, 2009

"Fags! In! Space!" OneNewsNow's Science Coverage

The other possible title was: "Houston, we have a moron."

You probably know OneNewsNow. They are like the 700 Club, only less level-headed. Almost every single "news article" they post follows the same format: "Religious Conservative Asshat Has Opinion: Is News." That's all. They just issue other statements by other people without providing context or, usually, useful information.

Now, if OneNewsNow is to be believed, NASA has been turned over to the homosexuals. Finally, someone to give buzzcutted mission controller Gene Kranz a makeover!

NASA is celebrating homosexual pride month.

After a presidential proclamation declaring June homosexual pride month, NASA is drawing some reaction for its support. Mat Staver of Liberty Counsel tells OneNewsNow NASA has obviously gone off course and they need to get back on track.
Mat Staver, who for purely professional reasons spends a portion of his day thinking about men pleasuring each other, next delivers a payload of hate to the Space Station of wacky:
"NASA needs to focus on what it's good at and that is sending people to the moon, not celebrating sexual perversity," he believes.




"NASA has clearly misfired here. It's off track. It's out of step..."
...It's somehow cliched?
"...with the American people, and I think it goes back to the president of the United States who is left of every social issue."
What does "celebrating sexual perversity for a month at NASA" suggest to you? I think of...I dunno, people boinking sheep in zero-g simulators, sticking your junk into the vacuum chambers, and, well, this:

So, how are the perverts at NASA celebrating Gay Astronaut Month?

Tuesday, June 2, 2009
10:00 a.m. - 11:30 a.m.
Building 3 Auditorium

The Intersection Between Sexual Orientation and Race
Gay and Lesbian Pride Month [GLPM]

Dartmouth and Harvard educated, Keith Boykin has an impressive resume including having served in the White House as a special assistant to President Bill Clinton, being named one of the top instructors when he taught Political Science at American University, and starring on the 2004 Showtime television series American Candidate to name a few.
90 minute talk or orgy? You make the call.

It is my duty, however, to report that there is something happening at NASA that is unimaginably, unspeakably gay. And Asian:

Friday, June 26, 2009
Doors Open 5:00 p.m.
Dinner 6:30 p.m.
Entertainment 7:30 p.m.
Goddard Recreation Center

Pride Month Dinner Luau Sponsored by the Goddard GLBT Advisory Committee in Partnership with the Asian Pacific American Advisory Committee

Please join the NASA Goddard Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender (GLBT) Advisory Committee and the Asian and Pacific American Advisory Committee in celebrating Gay and Lesbian Pride Month at our Pride Month Luau.

Come and enjoy a delicious Luau including:
Hawaiian Buffer Dinner with Vegetarian Options Available
Beverages
Dessert

Dinner will be followed by Fire Dancing, Singing, and Hawaiian Music performance. After that, we'll be dancing the night away.

Goddamn you for celebrating Asian-ness! Polynesian-loving, un-American scientific elites! Poi slurping, grass skirt wearing, ukulele-playing Islamofascists!
Celebrating homosexuality will be part of America's downfall if its people do not change course, Staver concludes.
"I tried to warn you about spoiled coconut milk, but did you listen? Noooooo!"

The other bit of knowledge that has crowded out yet another theorem from high school geometry from my brain is a warning to Christians about alternative medicine. This, actually, I can sort of be on board with. All doctors should make it crystal clear that most altmed is unproven and unregulated, that it should never be used in place of evidence-based medicine, and that depending on the substance and whatever drugs you are on, it may actually harm you. Nonetheless:
Dr. Larimore [author of Alternative Medicine: The Christian Handbook] also warns about so-called energy healings where physicians claim to harness energy fields by hovering their hands above problem areas. He believes the problem in some of these cases is that some physicians claim to invoke the spiritual world.
You mean like with prayer and faith-healing? Notice how the criticism isn't "because it's fucking bonkers." By the way, out of curiosity, I thought if I would check in to see if the fake entry on "faith healing" that I uploaded to the alternative medicine wiki last August was still on the website. It sure is.

HJ

Thursday, June 11, 2009

We'll have to put her down....

I have often fantasized about how my Saturn and I would part ways. In my favorite version of our separation, I take my bag out of the trunk, reach in, pull out a lighter, toss it in the back seat and walk away as the car burns. There is something about that that is...right and pure.

Of course, there is always shipping it to the Mythbusters.

But my little Saturn's days are coming to an end. Her later years have been embarrassing, and were she a little old lady, she would have called Dr. Kevorkian long ago. I think that the most awkward part of her waning years has been the systematic failure of numerous latches, the number of which I have to say is rather startling. First was the little latch on the middle arm rest. This was not too bad, however, since gravity kept the little lid in place. Think of it as a gray hair...easily covered up. But then she was in a little accident, and her front got a little saggy. As a result, the hood didn't quite fit, and it was really a tiny pain to sneak your fingers under to release the hood.

Soon, her glove box gave way, and now it hangs open like the mouth of a catatonic geriatric patient. Then, a few week ago, the clasp that keeps the cover to the gas tank closed snapped off, and driving down the street, I image that people look away in much the way they would when an old man shuffles down the street with his fly open.

The list of trifles that have cropped up is endless. When it is warm, the knob on the window crank comes off in my hand. One by one, the little plastic adjusty bits on the air vents break off so that the vents are fixed pointing away from me. Now when I open the door when it is hot, the inside panel of the driver side door, the whole plastic inside, peels away, and I have to shove it back into place when I finally pry it open. The windows don't stay rolled up of their own accord and sneak down a little bit overnight. The steering wheel padding is worn out on one side. The seats are split. Your Saturn probably has a little doodad around the door lock, but mine fell off, and I just stick my key into a hole in the door.

Also, just to get her back and running in tip top shape, without touching any of those cosmetic things, it would cost at least $2500. Just not worth it. What I'm saying is that for all of her years (I got her in 1998), I think that the merciful thing to do would be to put her out to pasture. Or maybe on the lawn of some kind worm farmer.

I am tired of driving a piece of crap. I have money for a downpayment on a used car. I'm thinking $3000-4000 down and getting a really low monthly payment. If anyone knows of a Bugatti Veyron in that range, let me know. I know that there have only been a couple hundred made since 2005, but I really want to drive a car that has a launch button and goes so fast that I can't process the passing landscape.

I want a Trabant. This is a little East German car. I think that they are cool. They look like a 1960s Opel, and I would be happy with one of those. Any unlikely car fetishes out there?

HJ

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I would like to point out...

That the two most recent, high profile politically motivated murders, namely the assassination of George Tiller in Kansas and today's shooting at the Holocaust Museum, were both committed by people who fall cozily into the categories outlined in the Department of Homeland Security brief that paranoid wackaloons like Brannon Howse and every gun-toting alcoholic decried a few weeks ago. Do you see who you are throwing your hat in with, Brannon?

James Von Brunn believes in the Jewish Conspiracy, the Federal Reserve conspiracy, and the Illuminati. On his webpage, he gives an incoherent rant that could have been lifted from the Protocols and, indeed, his opinion has not evolved one whit since they were first exposed as an undeniable fraud at the beginning of the century.

The fucking Illuminati. (There is no evidence that that particular short-lived Bavarian secret society survived its banning in the late 18th century. Seriously, this guy is Brannon Howse in several hears.)

Did you hear about how he tried to arrest Fed Chairman Paul Volker?

"And so, on December 7, 1981, a bright, crisp morning James Wenneker von Brunn visited the Federal Reserve Building on Constitution Ave., across from the Washington Monument, Washington D.C. I had cased the building twice before, and talked at length with one of the guards, a retire U.S. Marine. I posed as a freelance newspaper reporter. I wore a trench-coat with a camera-case slung over my shoulder. . The Marine (HARRY)) guided me through the Board Room, and Paul Volcker's office; there I met his secretary, a smartly dressed middle-aged lady with gray hair. My objective was to arrest Volcker and the FED Brd of Governors.

I intended to bind their hands, and persuade them to appear on Television. There, on camera, I intended to read to the American public my indictment of these treasonous liars."
So, batshit for decades. Hates Jews and Negros. Seriously, dude.

Brannon, watch the company you keep and the delusions you are feeding. They are dangerous.

HJ

Deepak Chopra misses the point, again. Loon.

Feckless fuckwit Deepak Chopra has weighed in on the Newsweek article in which Oprah gets her alternatingly enormous and just really big ass handed to her for giving voice to every loon with a miracle cure. Of course, he landed on the side of useless woo. And the last bastion of scientific illiteracy, the Huffington Post, whose evil mutant toolbar will not leave my damned computer alone--

--has given voice to this utterly bonkers, shameless and idiotic squanderer of space. Damn you, Ariana HuffPo.

A recent cover story in a struggling news magazine, under the title "Crazy Talk:" accuses Oprah Winfrey of spreading "dubious advice" in a wide range of health issues from menopause and hormone replacement therapy to autism, cancer, aging, and weight loss. The tone of the article was the same tiresome blend of gotcha journalism and selective fact-reporting that fills tabloid coffers.
Gotcha, as in "this is not made up?" As in "really, this is not good medical advice?" It's not "gotcha journalism" if the report is relevant to the national discussion about health, and this it certainly is.
The story failed to gain traction for obvious reasons. Oprah has aired innumerable shows on health, of which the controversial ones are a tiny minority. Her intention to improve women's lives on all fronts is so obvious as to be almost above criticism. The credibility for women's well-being and welfare she has earned day after day over the past two decades will not be undone with a story that cherry-picks the guests who can be made easy targets of ridicule by the medical establishment. And the fact that she has celebrity guests who have causes and crusades in the area of health, such as Jenny McCarthy or Suzanne Somers, is not the same as Oprah herself endorsing what they say.
Horseshit. She, as Queen of all Chicago, certainly has it within her power to give voice to sound, evidence-based treatments. Let's pretend that what you value, her "intention to improve women's lives" is well and good. Nobody is criticizing her intention, you subnorm. It's her advice. Perhaps you would like to try the lemon-sauteed red herring tonight? She is doing actual real damage to the public understanding of science when she gives a complete and unfettered failure like Jenny McCarthy a show of her own. Really.
The criticism the medical establishment is directing at Oprah through this article only exposes their own frustration in having squandered their credibility with the public. They hope that if they can successfully attack the Oprah's immense credibility, then they can magically get some of that credibility back for themselves. However, if people still trusted the health care industry to act in their best interest the way they did decades ago, then it would be unnecessary to brand Oprah for "crazy talk" simply because she occasionally provides a forum for ideas outside of mainstream medicine.
She is promoting the suspicion of mainstream medicine. She embodies the problem. People may not trust vaccines, but goddamn it, that has nothing to do with whether or not they are effective treatment. This is not about personality or intention or a popularity contest. This is about effects on public health, scientific literacy and responsible citizenship.
The medical profession is burdened with a host of problems that Oprah addresses with more candor and force than the AMA. She promotes wellness and prevention, two areas that drastically need improvement. She brings up creative solutions to problems that medical science is baffled by, such as the healing response itself and the role of subjectivity in patient response. These are issues that few M.D.s are willing to explore, yet she has done so for decades.
BUT SHE IS PUTTING SOMEONE ON WHO ENDORSES CRAMMING WOMEN WITH HORMONES THAT THEY NO LONGER NEED! IT'S FUCKING POISON! STICK TO THE POINT.

I'm sorry, but I think I realize now why I stopped writing about this miserable botch. Because he is, like Oprah, on another planet. It's not a personality issue. It's a competence issue. It's about expertise being worth more than anecdotes.

Of course, you and Oprah are symptoms of a national malady, and you personally have benefited mightily and have an interest in seeing a venue for your hare-brained ideas preserved. You might at least, in the interests of full disclosure, mention that.

I vomit in your shoes.

HJ

Operation Rescue rejoices in act of terrorism

Yep, from OneNewsNow comes word that Troy Newman, the founder of Operation Rescue, is basking in the success of Roeder's terrorist attack. It was announced by the family of the murdered doctor that the Tiller clinic will close permanently. According to Newman:

"But the most important issue is that baby's lives will now be spared."
Unless you are fucking insane, donkey-douche, the most important issue was that a man with real, uncontroversial rights was murdered in cold blood and as a result a third of providers of late-term abortion in the country are now dead. You claim that:
"[Tiller had] been circumventing the law [in this state] for a number of years, and in two months we were certain that we would have had his medical license revoked -- and the same end would have come to this abortion clinic," Newman points out.
Except someone would not be DEAD, YOU FREAK!

And if history teaches us anything, it is that he was completely on the up and up. He had beat well over a dozen bogus charges brought against him by your wormlike ilk. And he was always innocent until proven guilty. Of course, you folks could not allow him that luxury, could you?

HJ

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Dear Wendy Wright, Idiot

Dear Wendy Wright,

I was reading an item at OneNewsNow, in which you, in your official capacity as President of Concerned Women for America, mused ditzily about the Justice Department's recent press release that stated they would:

"work tirelessly to determine the full involvement of any and all actors in this horrible crime, and to ensure that anyone who played a role in the offense is prosecuted to the full extent of federal law."
Which is, technically, only their job. Right? Well, maaaaaybe, you say:
Wendy Wright, president of Concerned Women for America, believes politics could be a motive. But she suspects there may be more behind the announced investigation than meets the eye.

"This may be more of a nefarious effort than it appears on its face," she exclaims, "that in fact, the Department of Justice may be trying to smear pro-lifers, as if we all belong in the same camp, as if we all advocate violence, when it's [actually] just the opposite."
OK, let's get the obvious out of the way. Never say that it is an exclamation without using an exclamation mark. OK, that was the English teacher in me. Now, onto to other, actual real issues.

I believe that you will find that the Justice Department's press release and investigation was prompted by a statement by Roeder in a phone call to the AP:

"I know there are many other similar events planned around the country as long as abortion remains legal," Roeder said. When asked what he meant and if he was referring to another shooting, he refused to elaborate.

So, no, they are not smearing you. You do that well enough all by yourself. To leave out this clearly relevant piece of information is dishonest. Jesus would cry. And then cast you into hell. Laughing. (Jesus, by the way, is freaking psychotic.) The Justice Department is taking this person seriously, because if they didn't and there was a shooting, they'd never hear the fucking end of it.

I hope this clarifies not only the facts of the matter, but also your responsibility to not be a Liar for Jesus.

HJ

An appeal to impish people interested in science education

Part of the problem with deeply entrenched religious institutions is that they have money. Money to burn and to pour into propaganda campaigns. One of the strange consequences of freedom of religion, one that I don't think that the Founding Fathers could necessarily have anticipated (I could be wrong), was that essentially they were setting up a venue in which the principles of free market applied to religion. In a crowded market, to extend the metaphor, the merchants that you hear over the din are the ones who shout the loudest. From the perspective of "the meme," the religions that were probably bound to succeed in that environment, regardless of their relationship to anything like reality, were the ones that included as part of their message the instruction to spread that message as widely and loudly as possible (and to give as much money as possible to the project of spreading that message). It seems inevitable, in that case, that useless fuckwits like Ken Ham would have a real impact on the public understanding of science.

Of course, the problem with evangelizing is that every so often you are going to encounter someone whose mind is not religion-addled. Today, I got an interesting message from the Answers in Genesis founder, of course, asking for ever more money. It opens:

A few months ago, I blogged about Answers in Genesis supporter Dan Wooster, who had decided to take on a project to get even more people to the Creation Museum. He wants to raise the support to put advertising flyers in the advertising racks on I-75, which is, we are told, the busiest north-south interstate in America—running from south Florida to the Canadian border—and is within a few miles of our museum.

I have seen these pamphlets at the rest stops. Unfortunately, they weren't in the urinals.

In the spirit of Happy Jihad's Happy Fatwah on Answers in Genesis, I would like to encourage skeptics and those who believe that everyone has an interest in solid science education to pick as many of these brochures the next time you go through Kentucky and spread the word of Jesus Christ, Dinosaur-Tamer.

Oh, when you are passing through, keep Kentucky beautiful, friends, and remember to make use of that state's spacious and luxurious trash cans!

Also, did you notice that Coca-Cola is a partner with the Creation Museum? What's that shit about? It seems profoundly duplicitous that the American Family Association boycotts PepsiCo for "[refusing] to stay neutral in the culture war," but has no problem with Coke picking sides when it comes to the Battle Over Evolution. Those highly caffeinated hypocrites!

HJ

Monday, June 8, 2009

Working for a living...

I am so tired of this WWII article, I can't begin to tell you.

For some reason, I have decided that I revise best while standing up with all pages spread out in front of me, so I can actually see the big picture. Then things leap into their proper order. This, unfortunately, means that I need to work in the basement of my building, the only place where I can pace and spread everything out on a big table. So, between revisions, I run back upstairs to update the section of the article I'm working on at the time (every 30 minutes or so) and, fuck, wouldn't you know it, my neighbor Old Man is sitting in the hallway without shoes on. I have no idea and did not ask, but tonight I do not feel like I can judge odd behavior--after all, I was just revising in the basement.

Apparently, I missed some doings while revising in the basement. Downtown Clayton (the hub of St. Louis County, which is really where most of the populace of the St. Louis metropolitan area lives) was apparently hit by pretty heavy storms this evening. I'm bare minutes from Clayton on foot, and we got nothing.

It's been ready to rain, if not actually raining, all day here. I went in early to my office, and there was no rain. As I pulled out of the parking lot, a huge ground strike exploded not more than a block away, scaring the shit out of a guy who had not yet made it to his car (he jumped about 2 feet in the air, not unlike a startled cat). By the time I made it to the end of the block, it was hailing. Seconds later, zero visibility and high winds. It was impressive. By the time I got to work, it was over.

Tonight I am going to start recording for the next podcast thingy, if Animala will ever leave the room for a minute so I can get started. I'm going to review a couple of books that I have read recently.

Other than that, it's Bing 0, boredom 3.

Oh! Bill Donohue! Almost forgot. Totally fricken deranged. This arrived today from the Campaign to Elect Bill Donohue for Media Whore of the Universe, or the Catholic League:

June 8, 2009

MARKEY’S BILL RESEMBLES CHOPPED MEAT

Catholic League president Bill Donohue commented today on the latest amendment to New York State Assemblywoman Margaret Markey’s bill dealing with the sexual abuse of minors:

"Just after Markey changed her bill to include public institutions, she chopped her bill up even further by now saying that anyone who wants to file a suit during the one year suspension of the statute of limitations can do so providing he is not over the age of 53. Thus, her bill looks more like chopped meat than a serious piece of legislation. What it tells us is that her initial effort was ill considered. It should be obvious to everyone that Assemblyman Vito Lopez’s bill is a viable alternative, one that does not suffer from being on the chopping block.

"In the event Markey’s bill passes, I repeat what I said on June 4: I will conduct a massive public education campaign alerting the public that they can now sue the public schools if they were abused by a public school employee, even if the incident took place when JFK was president (providing they are not over the age of 53)."

Bill is angry whenever someone reminds him about the generations of American children raped by people in the Catholic Church with the hierarchy's knowledge. Of course, if you are willing to destroy children's futures in the short term interests of a corrupt institution like the Catholic Church, of course, that clearly makes you a good Catholic. Why change toilets mid-crap?

HJ

My God! It's full of nougat!

That's a much better ending for 2001: A Space Odyssey. Even better than:

I should have written science fiction.

HJ

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Oprah, Queen Idiot of Yougogirl

Oprah, your popularity does not make sense on this or on any other planet. You beknight feebs and scam artists. That you are a vacuous idiot is, sadly, your best defense. That you are a dishonest, self-absorbed monster is more likely.

This week Newsweek ripped Oprah a new asshole, one that that does not stream silk and jewels, as is the popular mythology among a certain demographic (the "idiot" demographic, also known as "Oprah's Book Club"). In response to this merciless expose, a refreshing bit of skepticism in the media, Oprah issued a statement:

"For 23 years, my show has presented thousands of topics that reflect the human experience, including doctors' medical advice and personal health stories that have prompted conversations between our audience members and their health care providers. I trust the viewers, and I know that they are smart and discerning enough to seek out medical opinions to determine what may be best for them."
So, you are pandering to your audience, not at all discussing the science and are essentially asserting that it is important to "teach the controversy" where there is none. You should be fossilized and placed in the Creation Museum as an example of the "Idiot kind." (Those specimens, by the way, can be found in the staff room.)

First of all, I can safely say that the intelligence of your hardcore fanbase should not be overestimated. I say this confidently because they are watching you. If you were contributing to anything like a useful conversation about health, you would not give grotesquely disproportionate attention to inexpert delusionals like Jenny McCarthy, who is working hard to destroy the foundation of public health's fortress against infectious disease. You, my not-an-idiot reader, have of course heard by now that Oprah is giving a show to Jenny McCarthy, the least useful, most gullible, bouncy-bounciest sack of idjit nuts in the whole general store. For this alone, Oprah, you deserve to be water-boarded. Nonetheless, the fact that you have undue influence over the weak-minded, the lonely, and the desperate does not relieve you of the responsibilities inherent to your undeserved authority. In this you are failing badly and deserve mockery.

Please, please, please, take Suzanne Sommer's advice, Oprah. Take lots and lots of it.

HJ (With mad props to Skeptico, who I command everyone to go read)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

One-Eyed Willie Rises Again!

It's been at least a decade since I saw that movie. If you know which one I am talking about from the title, then you are cool with me.

Here's a hint. A twelve minute hint in two parts:





As I told Animala, it couldn't have gotten any nineteen eighty-fiver.

Yep, I just watched The Goonies. It was a flashback to preadolescence, when almost anything was funny. I really liked Anne Ramsey in it. She was very good at Mama Fratelli. ("So at the end the heroine is going to shoot all the Goonies?" Animala asked.)

A few months ago, at Christmas, I realized that On the Town, which I watched incessantly as a tyke, was about 3 sailors trying to get laid. Also, I realized how bad it was. Goonies was not much better, though it had its moments. But it also had a certain Angels in the Outfield bad quality to it at points. (I once mentioned Angels in the Outfield as an example as a bad movie in one of my classes, and all the kids cooed: "That was so good!" They are in for a hell of a shock in a few years.)

Oh, and a creepy neighbor update. Old Man cornered me like a confused racoon this evening. I had been on campus doing the work thing, but through an act of what I prefer to call extreme cleverness I left my glasses on my desk there, driving home with only my prescription sunglasses. Were it not for the startling ingenuity of leaving my glasses at campus, I would never have found myself in this situation, one that will lead me into the Apartment of the Damned. He was waiting for me (well, that's what it felt like) as I pulled into my building's parking lot.

"How much you gonna charge me for a computer lesson?" he asked.

"I will give you my credit card if you will stop talking to me," I wish it had been polite to say. No dice. I wouldn't take his money anyway. I'm afraid it would be moist.

He let me know that he had just gotten a new computer and he wanted to know how to do some things. He did not specify what exactly he wanted me to show him. Anyway, what I was able to gather was that he had gotten a new Gateway, one with a regular monitor, but now his new flat screen had arrived. Now, if I had been talking to almost any other neighbor, the story would end there, but not so with these guys. This evening, I went down to the basement to do laundry, and I'll be damned if there wasn't a Gateway computer monitor sitting on the sorting table of the laundry room. This raises the question:

WHAT THE FUCK IS A FUCKING COMPUTER MONITOR DOING IN THE BASEMENT? WHERE I DO MY FUCKING LAUNDRY? Why couldn't it just be in the hall outside of their apartment? With their sink?

HJ

PadPod 3

Well, it's up. It took forever to do, but it's done. One of the things that bugs me when I am listening to a podcast is when the person is clearly not prepared or has a technical problem that they just let slide. Today, I am that person. There was an unfortunate total computer crash. I secretly blame my roommate, who only wanted to print something. The evil blue screen came up and it said that it was for my own protection that the 20 minutes of audio I had edited was being dumped. The entire system went down and self-rebooted. I would have been willing to take my chances, but damn it, I had no choice.

I believe my computer actually tittered.

Here's the link to Howse's show.
Here's the link to Daubenmire's show. God, what a taint stain.

HJ

Friday, June 5, 2009

What, are there fucking sunspots or something?

My phone keeps dropping my Internet connection. Yes, I dial up. No, I'm not ashamed.

So, David Carradine, eh? Boy, I bet his face is red. OK, blue...well, a little of both. Purple. We'll call it purple.

It's been a day, I say. I was at the library...God, I can hardly bear to look at my article anymore. I want to shred it. OK, I've already done that in the revision (sigh), but I want to physically annihilate all 50 pages of it. Possibly fire it out of a potato cannon into a tornado or something. I salivate at the thought of inflicting damage on it.

Other than occasional bouts of exasperation with the person who wrote the fucking thing, it was a pretty good day, I thought. Four hours in the library re-revising and re-researching. Tomorrow I re-re-revise. It would re-re-retarded for me to re-re-research any more. Tomorrow is more of the same, only this time I will attack it with the full force only possible at laundry time. Yep, the most productive hour and 28 minutes of my week.

I have strange rituals, and laundry is just one of them. The one that is really almost inexplicable is my inability to sleep unless I have taken a scalding hot shower. As soon as I have taken the shower, however, I almost instantly pass out. I was awake in bed last night for 2 hours at least. I got up, talked to my roommate for about 10 minutes, took a shower, and I swear to Christ I don't remember getting back into bed. Seriously, it knocks me out that fast. Have I somehow conditioned myself? Self-hypnosis? Or, am I perhaps inadvertently loading my dice: I stay up until I am really tired (maybe not realizing it?) and then take a shower right as I am getting drowsy? I don't know.

My creepy neighbors are at it again. This time, it seems that they are doing some major construction in their apartment. I walked outside into the hall this morning, and there was a door lying in the hall. "Oh, Lord," I thought. It's at this moment I am faced with a decision: do I go down the hall toward the sound of buzz saws or do I take the stairs that lead out to the front of my building? I am carrying a bag of trash, mind you, and the dumpster is out back....but the shortest route there goes past that weird apartment. Their door was open this morning, but the bag was heavy and might puncture. It was a hell of a dilemma, and I am lucky that I am not still standing out in the hall in front of my door. Actually, the situation demanded action, since they could come out into the hall at any moment and I would have to--gag--interact with them.

I took the long way out. There is no guarantee that if I went past the door that the Offspring would not be standing just inside in his tighty-whities, which happened once. It made Carradine's death look dignified.

When I came back early this afternoon (they were doing their construction at about 7:30 or so), the door had been replaced with a bathroom sink. What in the fuck do you do that requires you to take out a door and the sink, I want to know? They are probably putting in a petting zoo or something. Sigh. That apartment is the mouth of hell, I tell you.

Alright, that's that. Tomorrow, if I can get a fast connection, I'll upload that 3rd podcast.

HJ

Thursday, June 4, 2009

112th Skeptics' Circle...

It's up and partying hardy, Marty, at Cheshire. Watch me troll and hit on skeptic babes. Actually, Animala is the author of the article up there. Which means she's hitting on the babes. Kinky.

In a similar vein, HJHOP chum aemchen sent me a refreshing dose of critical thinking from the mainstream media. Thanks, hon!

HJ

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Dodging bullets...

I live my life on the edge. Of Wuss Cliff.

As I may have indicated endlessly, I am using the downtime between classes and, well, summer classes to finish writing up some of my research. This one is about World War II and how it has been perceived. (Layers, baby, layers! I'm like an onion of awesome.)

(Chili's "Awesome Blossom," which I'll be damned, is also an onion.)

But tonight I encountered what could have stabbed hot death into my vitals. To be fair to myself, I was only a little absolutely terrified....But let's go back.

It starts, as so many things do, with a walk to the coffee shop this evening. I was unable to get any work done and it looked like it was going to rain, so I thought I might walk a couple of blocks back to my car and head over to Borders to work and possibly even browse. There is an angle to my topic that I am not yet ready to write about (damn you, reviewers!), and I thought they might have something for me. No go. But while I was looking up important words at the computer terminal, I came across a title of a book released only two weeks ago. Mind you, I want to put the final touches on my article by the end of this week, and here is a book, that from its title and Amazon description looks like it might be my thesis, or at least a large part of it.

Damn it.

Now, this article is a smooshing together of the first and last chapters of my dissertation. There's a lot behind this article--really, years of work. I'm submitting it to a top journal where the anonymous reviewers and the editor, may Shatner's merciful waffles fill their bellies, called it "potentially seminal." This is a good sign, I think. But suddenly I was finding my dreams of academic significance dashed like an Emily Dickinson poem.

Having sized up the competition on the Internet, I decided that I just had to look at this book as soon as possible. Now, I went to Borders' website and searched for the book at the bookstore I had just visited, but it wasn't there. They never have books in stock when you check for them online, even though when I visit the store, I always have the distinct impression that they do have books to sell. Anyway, mercantile optical illusions aside, they had it at a store about 10 miles away. I was on it. I wanted to get there before 9:00, so Animala and I hopped into the car and, well, barely made it there, since my car is a piece of shit. But I found it, and I scanned the index. To my relief, it is not a cultural survey of the prevailing narrative of the war, rather an extended examination of specific experiences that serve as counternarratives to that larger cultural narrative. If you had any idea what I was talking about, you would be releaved, believe me. Another two years of my life instantly fretted away.

What this means is that I clearly need to cut back on the coffee.

HJ

Waiting for the drugs to kick in...


It's early. I was up about 2 hours earlier than I should have been this morning. But I was ready to go. Today is marathon revision day. I am going to mercilessly hack away at my article until it is....whatever the anonymous reviewers want it to be.

This raises some new questions for me, having never resubmitted to a journal by request. Do they know that their suggestions are off the point or were answered in the first draft? I will of course, make certain points more clear if I can--it's entirely possible that I failed to express myself--but a lot of the questions or suggestions that they had were largely irrelevant: "It seems to me that soldiers could have suffered psychologically from things other than combat." Well, no shit, but the subject of this paragraph is PTSD. Double fucking duh. This is why on the 8th day, God created footnotes.

One of the problems that I see is that they want me to expand on a subject that I am not expert in. I'll be able to fake it, I think, or at least address some points related to the main topic of the article. But honestly, I am having a hard time seeing their vision of the article at this point.

So, better get hacking.

HJ

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Chillin' like Bob Dylan...

Got nothing for you tonight. Which is actually the substance of tonight's post. I have been keeping my finger on the pulse of Townhall.com, and there seems to be a thundering lack of comment on the Tiller murder. And on the first day, I thought, well, there are a lot of syndicated people on there. It'll take a while, and I gave them a pass on the second day. But today, seriously, someone should have had the time or inclination to touch this fucking thing. Only one person did, Debra Saunders, who I know nothing about.

Now, perhaps something will crop up in the morning. I look forward to Coulter's take on it, only because I like a good rage.

This afternoon, I sat down with my journal article to tinker with it. It goes out in a week, whether I like it or not, because I want to be done with it before summer session starts up. If this one is picked up by the journal that was interested, well, it will be in a good journal at the beginning of a new stage of my career. That can keep you going, you know, the occasional validation of your peers. I want it on my CV before I hit the job market next time.

In the evening, I sat down and worked on a new podcast for you all. These do take up a lot of time, and it's hard to simply keep up the dialog without someone to play off of. I now know that "Tim the Intern" is on the high-energy morning radio shows, because it helps keep things flowing. This, of course, if you will remember your Ong, is because of the verbomotor lifestyle or oral cultures, and amounts to a sort of residue that is still embedded in our use of language and is probably rooted in the biology of speech.

I think I set up an agenda larger than I expected for the next podcast, but no matter. I'll just do one segment a night. Anyway, that's why I did not post more today...not because I wasn't working.

HJ

Monday, June 1, 2009

Weaponized cuteness...

I received the following response to my dog post this morning:

Jean Lafitte said:

You've blown your cover, you know. The smirking persona mocking the justly mockable, you tough guy, you. But let this adorable dog cross your path and your inner marshmallow comes right out.

Like me. I'm visiting my brother, whose golden retriever had her first litter about five days ago. TEN puppies growing bigger by the day, about six inches long so far. I watched them today, eyes still closed but bursting with energy, and held each of them to help weigh them and check their growth. I, of course, became a puddle of puppy worship.

If we could weaponize that cuteness, nothing could stand before it.
Indeed, the North Koreans have already attempted this:

It was hailed by the North Korean news agency as "a glorious success."

And, yes. I am reduced to a glob of coochie-cooing goop when confronted with a bit of baby animal. Oh, you should check out the site ZooBorns, which will guarantee that you will never get any work done ever again.

There. I single-handedly reduced the American workforce's productivity by 20%.

HJ

Center for Bioethic Reform: Of all pro-life movements, they are perhaps the least literate

In a statement today, the Center for Bioethic Reform (don't visit their site....it's slathered with fetus), who I have been following on the low-down because of their committed lunacy because it would just be a matter of time before they pissed me off, showed that their zealous contempt for reason in a press release called: "

PR: Tiller a Killer? YES Vigilantly Justice? NO

Ouch. But that was probably a typo. I do that all the time.

CBR Statement

Tiller was a killer, but that never justifies vigilantly justice.

Maybe it's just me, but I don't want the illiterate forming social policy.
Tiller was the most notorious abortionist in America , but that should never condone taking justice into one’s own hands.
You know, suddenly, I think I'm in favor of the English-only movement. Learn the language or get the fuck out!
Tiller was an evil man who is responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent per-born babies, many of them late-term, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to become judge, jury, and executioner. When abortion is made unlawful again, Tiller deserved his day in court. ow, he will not get that opportunity.
What did those poor, per-born verbs ever do to you, you LANGUAGE KILLERS??!!?? He had his day in court and won, douche nozzle. And again, his death only prevented you from persecuting him more--damned vigilantly killerses!
CBR grieves for the Tiller family.! We ask that all Americans join us in praying for them.

However, this is also a teachable moment ....
Get stuffed. Seriously.
... Those in the Obama Administration and proponents of abortion have and will attempt to blame this tragic event on peaceful law abiding pro-lifers. We will not permit this. We will not be painted with the broad brush of violence for the act of one individual. We will never be intimidated into becoming silent as babies are dying. We will not surrender our most important weapons
Guns?
- our position that abortion is murder, and the use of truthful images of aborted babies.
stuffed
Nobody will infringe upon your right to remain icky fetus fetishists. Also, I would recommend that you invest in a dictionotomy.

HJ