Archive for 2017

GUY BUYS MOVIE TICKET, INTERNET OUTRAGED: “After years of progressives demanding that businesses bake cakes and open bathrooms, it’s cathartic to see them reverse their position when it offends their consciences. Miller is offering them a minor, even friendly, clinic on the brave new world they have created.”

Read the whole thing.

WEIRD THAT THIS ISN’T GETTING MORE COVERAGE: “French President Emmanuel Macron praised President Donald Trump’s ‘capacity to listen’ and his ‘intention to progress with us.’ Macron hailed this as ‘one of the true outcomes of this G-7.'”

(Via Richard Grenell.)

SHE WASN’T CONVICTED OF BODY-SHAMING, BUT ESSENTIALLY OF PEEPING-TOMISM: Playboy Model Sentenced in Nude Body-Shaming Case.

However, apparently bodyshaming is the worst thing you can do: Why This Blogger Called Out a Traveler for Body-Shaming Her. Including this somewhat depressing note: “The average clothing size of American women is 16 to 18.”

But wait, there’s more body-shaming anger: Aly Raisman Slams TSA Agent After ‘Sexist’ Incident: ‘I Am So Sick of This Judgmental Generation.’ Me too, Aly, me too.

GREGG ALLMAN HAS DIED: Complications from liver cancer killed him. He will be buried in the same cemetery in Macon, Georgia, as his brother, Duane, and Allman Brothers Band bassist, Berry Oakley. Gregg Allman wrote Whipping Post, a song I admire.

I see Glenn posted on this previously, after I read his post about the mysterious Australian SOS and went elsewhere online. Here’s the wikipedia on Whipping Post. Here’s a link to the YouTube of Whipping Post performed at the Fillmore East in 1970.

R.I.P., Greg Allman.

SEE, I’D LAUGH AT THIS, BUT IF THE WORLD’S A COMPUTER SIMULATION ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE: Scientists Are About to Perform an Experiment to See if The Human Mind Is Bound by Physics.

The interesting thing is, if we’re a computer simulation, scientific atheism becomes problematic. If there’s a God in the code, then there’s a God in the code. Even if it was just put there by Koschei The Deathless (“Who made things as they are,” or coded them, whatever) to satisfy Jurgen’s grandmother. And given the state of software, the fact that Koschei, though fussy and well-meaning, isn’t very effectual also makes sense. . . .

SPOILER: IT’S SOCIALISM! With all that prime farmland, why are Venezuelans starving? “Having attempted for years to defy conventional economics, the country now faces a painful reckoning with basic arithmetic.”

Sooner or later, you run out of other people’s money. Even if you have massive oil reserves and a climate where practically anything will grow. Plus: “The cause of the starvation is obvious. Even under the most benevolent of socialist regimes, the government is ill equipped to operate such a complex system. And this one is far from benevolent, with the party leaders more interested in ensuring their own comfort and security than that of the rank and file. But all of this was predictable because, as we’ve said here more times than I can count, this is how socialism ends. Every. Single. Time.”

Socialism will never go away for the same reason that Ponzi schemes will never go away: On the one side, it appeals to the greed of the marks to get something for nothing, and on the other hand, it appeals to the greed of the people running the scheme, who don’t care what happens to the marks so long as they get theirs. Did I mention that Hugo Chavez’s family is worth billions now?

HOW TO TELL A PERSON’S BRAIN AGE:

In recent years, scientists have plumbed the molecular depths of the body and surfaced with tell-tale biomarkers of aging, some of which extend to the brain. Now, researchers are harnessing another tool, neuroimaging, to measure the organ’s age, and using that to predict how long a person will live…

…Cole and his colleagues recently devised their own technique of predicting the biological age of people’s brains using a combination of machine learning and magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) scans.

As for determining if someone is brain dead, voting for Hillary is definitely a tell-tale marker.