Zoo Humans

Seeing the news of the uncontacted Amazon tribe, and the fact that there are both more of them than I might have imagined had I even considered the possibility of it being non-zero, and that lack of contact is carefully maintained, that gave me pause.

In short: Why?

Why hide from them the current nature of the world and level of civilization, and presumed benefits thereof? Why treat them, if effect, as remote zoo animals, or subhumans not worthy of joining the rest of us?

Arguments could be made the other way, and I might even buy them. It just struck me as a conceited “we know what’s best for your little minds and your little lives” attitude. And if that’s what we’re doing, making an intentional overflight feels like taunting.

Perhaps they’re quite happy, content not knowing better. Perhaps we’d all be. Perhaps some of what bothers me is a commonality with the atavistic death cult pastoralism of the environmentalist fringe. Perhaps many of us imagine a simple life as superior, shades of the desire for the comet to hit and free us from modernity explored in Lucifer’s Hammer.

Most of all, I am fascinated that these people even exist. The pristine primatives, not the modern freaks who want us all to go backward… with them at the top of the hierarchy they would impose.

Food for thought.

President Obama

Looking Forward to President Obama is a fantastic post over at CultureFeast. I especially like the way he pulled Def Leppard into it.

[Which in retrospect is laughable, but hindsight is like that. Who knew Obama would be an utter disaster? Who knew the debate would be between how much was intentional – brilliantly evil, perhaps – and how much of it was airheaded stupidity? At worst Jimmy Carter!? Who knew he’d make Carter look good? Just wow…]

Hi there, navel.

I solved the mystery of my anemic blogging today: it’s just too damned depressing. My first thought when reading an article about renters facing eviction because the owners of the properties they rented were being foreclosed on was, “and somewhere there’s a blogger blaming them for renting.”

I was so much happier before I knew that there were actually people who think that way.

Vinick for President

I loved The West Wing, despite the leanings of the President, who was, after all, sensible above all. I even enjoyed the final season – heck, maybe enjoyed it more than most of the run – and the Santos character.

However, I am not at all surprised with the poll findings cited at Cato, giving Vinick a landslide, even a lot of liberal support, by being a libertarian leaning republican. It would have been a brave and exciting thing to do, having him win. I’d have watched more seasons of that. But then, I’d have kept watching either way. I’d have just been more intrigued to see how they’d depict an administration from the wrong side of the aisle.

This is not the first mention I’ve seen of the eerie similarities between fiction and probable reality. Deb may even have been the first to mention it to me. It is the first I’ve seen that it was intentional, paving Obama’s way through a fictional minority candidate. That makes the similarities no accident, down to guessing, perhaps, that McCain could be the Republican nominee, abeit making the fictional version more appealing.

Anyway, see the link. It’s fascinating. That was basically all I’d intended to post, as I don’t have time to write at any length. Shocking I was able to generate a post of this length.

One of the saddest things I’ve seen in a while…

Was this woman on some morning show yesterday. I was sitting in a waiting room waiting to give someone a urine sample so that I could prove in advance of employment that I have not violated one of the many Politicians’ Full Employment Acts of the last half-century, and they introduced this lady who’s lost 100+ pounds so that they could all bow down before her awesome ability to starve herself.

So over an aural backdrop of brave tragic music, they had a recording of her stiltingly and scriptedly telling her tale of woe. Her mother? Fat! And an inadequate cook! And this daughter always swore that she’d never wind up like her mother, who partook of the bypass-gastric. So when the scales tripped a magic number she joined a gym, and now has a marginally socially acceptable body AND got the joy of showing the nation exactly how much she hates her mother.

I did not ooh or aw or sigh at the appropriate points. *This* is the pinnacle of morality? *This* is what we are to idolize?

Not me. Not in this lifetime or the next or the one after that.

It frightens me sometimes when I realize how *dumb* I must have sounded five years ago.

Fer chrissake, the fact that you find someone’s observations of you unflattering doesn’t make them untrue.

And sometimes an observation is just that. It doesn’t have to be hatred just because it came from the opposing party.

Obama scares me. The last time we had a genius-y president, things didn’t go so well. Oh, he can talk a fine line, if you’re into that sort of thing, but can he run the thing? I’m not so sure. Because as the current uproar demonstrates, being able to see things isn’t always much of a job qualification. Not for that job.

Re: Spitzer.

For the FSM’s sake, people, NOBODY cares about the sex. Stop feeling so morally fucking superior because you think prostitution ought to be legal. So does anyone with half a brain. Have a nice cup of STFU, already.

The point here is that this man has built himself a career on prosecuting things that shouldn’t be prosecuted, so it’s motherfucking FUNNY to watch him land squarely on his own petard. If you can’t enjoy that, even a little, there’s something very wrong with you.