“If it had not been for drugs the American South would have been the last to fall. There is no way but drugs killed the south.”
“internet, after a celebrity suicide: It’s ok to talk about suicide, there’s plenty of mental health professionals that will listen, seek help! ❤
real life: If you talk about suicide to a mental health professional, you get sent to suicide jail”
“”The time has come” is basically an acoustic uniform/flag/badge for “Journalist”.”
“As soon as I got up to speak, half a dozen protesters marched down to the front of the lecture hall and paraded right below the stage, holding their picket signs high, chanting, “Feynman sexist pig! Feynman sexist pig!”
“I began my talk by telling the protesters, “I’m sorry that my short answer to your letter brought you here unnecessarily. There are more serious places to direct one’s attention towards improving the status of women in physics than these relatively trivial mistakes – if that’s what you want to call them – in a textbook. But perhaps, after all, it’s good that you came. For women do indeed suffer from prejudice and discrimination in physics, and your presence here today serves to remind us of these difficulties and the need to remedy them.”
The protesters looked at one another. Their picket signs began to come slowly down, like sails in a dying wind.
I continued: “Even though the American Association of Physics Teachers has given me an award for teaching, I must confess I don’t know how to teach. Therefore, I have nothing to say about teaching. Instead, I would like to talk about something that will be especially interesting to the women in the audience: I would like to talk about the structure of the proton.”
The protesters put their picket signs down and walked off. My hosts told me later that the man and his group of protesters had never been defeated so easily.””
“As we were leaving, Bill Graham came over with a stack of papers for me.
“Geez! That’s fast!” I said. “I only asked you for the information this morning!” Graham was always very cooperative.
The paper on top says, “Professor Feynman of the Presidential Commission wants to know about the effects over time of temperature on the resiliency of the O-rings…” – it’s a memorandum addressed to a subordinate.
Under that memo is another memo: “Professor Feynman of the Presidential Commission wants to know…” – from that subordinate to his subordinate, and so on down the line.
There’s a paper with some numbers on it from the poor bastard at the bottom, and then there’s a series of submission papers which explain that the answer is being sent up to the next level.
So here’s this stack of papers, just like a sandwich, and in the middle is the answer – to the wrong question! The answer was: “You squeeze the rubber for two hours at a certain temperature and pressure, and then see how long it takes to creep back” – over hours. I wanted to know how fast the rubber responds in milliseconds during a launch. So the information was of no use.
I went back to my hotel. I’m feeling lousy and I’m eating dinner; I look at the table, and there’s a glass of ice water. I say to myself, “Damn it, I can find out about that rubber without having NASA send notes back and forth: I just have to try it! All I have to do is get a sample of the rubber.”
“Tomorrow at 6:15AM we go by special airplane (two planes) to Kennedy Space Center to be “briefed.” No doubt we shall wander about, being shown everything – gee whiz – but no time to get into technical details with anybody. Well, it won’t work. If I am not satisfied by Friday, I will stay over Saturday & Sunday, or if they don’t work then, Monday & Tuesday. I am determined to do the job of finding out what happened – let the chips fall!
My guess is that I will be allowed to do this, overwhelmed with data and details… so they have time to soften up dangerous witnesses etc. But it won’t work because (1) I do technical information exchange and understanding much faster than they imagine, and (2) I already smell certain rats that I will not forget, because I just love the smell of rats, for it is the spoor of exciting adventure.
I feel like a bull in a china shop. The best thing is to put the bull out to work on the plow. A better metaphor will be an ox in a china shop, because the china is the bull, of course.”
“”There were, I would say, probably five or six in engineering who at that point would have said it is not as conservative to go with that temperature, and we don’t know. The issue was we didn’t know for sure that it would work.”
“So it was evenly divided?”
“That’s a very estimated number.”
It struck me that the Thiokol managers were waffling. But I only knew how to ask simpleminded questions. So I said, “Could you tell me, sirs, the names of your four best seals experts, in order of ability?”
“Roger Boisjoly and Arnie Thompson are one and two. Then there’s Jack Kapp and, uh… Jerry Burns.”
I turned to Mr. Boisjoly, who was right there, at the meeting. “Mr. Boisjoly, were you in agreement that it was okay to fly?”
He says, “No, I was not.”
I ask Mr. Thompson, who was also there.
“No, I was not.”
I say, “Mr. Kapp?”
[Thiokol manager] Mr. Lund says, “He is not here. I talked to him after the meeting, and he said, ‘I would have made that decision, given the information that we had.'”
“And the fourth man?”
“Jerry Burns. I don’t know what his position was.”
“So,” I said, “of the four, we have one ‘don’t know’, one ‘very likely yes’, and the two who were mentioned right away as being the best seal experts, both said no.” So this “evenly split” stuff was a lot of crap. The guys who knew the most about the seals – what were they saying?”
“During that weekend, just as I had predicted in my letter home, I kept getting notes from the commission headquarters in Washington: “Check the temperature readings, check the pictures, check this, check that…” – there was quite a list. But as the instructions came in, I had done most of them already.
One note had to do with a mysterious piece of paper. Someone at Kennedy had reportedly written “Let’s go for it” while assembling one of the solid booster rockets. Such language appeared to show a certain recklessness. My mission: find that piece of paper.
Well, by this time I understood how much paper there was in NASA. I was sure it was a trick to make me get lost, so I did nothing about it.”
“At 2:30 I walk into this room, and there’s a long table with thirty or forty people – they’re all sitting there with morose faces, very serious, ready to talk to The Commissioner.
I was terrified. I hadn’t realized my terrible power. I could see they were worried. They must have been told I was investigating the errors they had made!
So right away I said, “I had nothin’ to do, so I thought I’d come over and talk to the guys who put the rockets together. I didn’t want everybody to stop working just ’cause I wanna find out something for my own curiosity; I only wanted to talk with the workers…”
Most of the people got up and left. Six or seven guys stayed – the crew who actually put the rocket sections together, their foreman, and some boss who was higher up in the system.
Well, these guys were still a little bit scared. They didn’t really want to open up. The first thing I think to say is, “I have a question: when you measure the three diameters and all the diameters match, do the sections really fit together? It seems to me that you could have some bumps on one side and some flat areas directly across, so the three diameters would match, but the sections wouldn’t fit.”
“Yes, yes!” they say. “We get bumps like that. We call them nipples.”
The only woman there said, “It’s got nothing to do with me!” – and everybody laughed.
“We get nipples all the time,” they continued. “We’ve been tryin’ to tell the supervisor about it, but we never get anywhere!”
We were talking details, and that works wonders. I would ask questions based on what could happen theoretically, but to them it looked like I was a regular guy who knew about their technical problems. They loosened up very rapidly, and told me all kinds of ideas they had to improve things.”
“The foreman, Mr. Fichtel, said he wrote a memo with this suggestion to his superiors two years ago, but nothing had happened yet. When he asked why, he was told the suggestion was too expensive.
“Too expensive to paint four little lines?” I said in disbelief.
They all laughed. “It’s not the paint; it’s the paperwork,” Mr. Fichtel said. “They would have to revise all the manuals.”
The assembly workers and other observations and suggestions. They were concerned that if two rocket sections scrape as they’re being put together, metal filings could get into te rubber seals and damage them. They even had some suggestions for redesigning the seal. Those suggestion weren’t very good, but the point is, the workers were thinking! I got the impression that they were not undisciplined; they were very interested in what tehy were doing, but tehy weren’t being given much encouragement. Nobody was paying much attention to them. It was remarkable that their morale was as high as it was under the circumstances.
Then the workers began to talk to the boss who had stayed. “We’re disappointed by something,” one of them said. “When the commission was going to see the booster-rocket assembly, the demonstration was going to be done by the managers. Why wouldn’t you let us do it?”
“We were afraid you’d be frightened by the commissioners and you wouldn’t want to do it.”
“No, no”, said the workmen. “We think we do a good job, and we wanted to show what we do.””
“I said, “Mr. Lamberth told me he admonished you about going above 1200.”
“He never admonished me about that – why should he?”
We figured out what probably happened. Mr. Lamberth’s admonishment went down through the levels until somebody in middle management realized that Mr. Fichtel had gone by the book, and that the error was in the manual. But instead of telling Mr. Lamberth about the error, they simply threw away the admonishment, and just kept quiet.”
“Over lunch, Mr. Fichtel told me about the inspection procedures. “There’s a sheet for each procedure, like this one for the rounding procedure,” he said. “On it there are boxes for stamps – one from the supervisor, one from quality control, one from the manufacturer, and for the bigger jobs, one from NASA.”
He continued, “We make the measurements, go through one course of rounding, and then make the measurements again. If they don’t match well enough, we repeat the steps. FInally, when the diameter differences are small enough, we go for it.”
I woke up. “What do you mean, ‘go for it’?” I said. “It sounds sort of cavalier…”
“No, no,” he says. “that’s just the lingo we use when we mean that all the conditions are satisfied, and we’re ready to move to the next phase of the operation.”
“Do you ever write that down – that ‘go for it’?”
“Let’s see if we can find a place where you wrote it.”
Mr. Fichtel looked through his diary, and found an example. The expression was completely natural to him – it wasn’t reckless or cavalier; it was just his way of speaking.”
“I said, “In order to speed things up, I’ll tell you what I’m doing, so you’ll know where I’m aiming. I want to know whether there’s the same lack of communication between the engineers and the management who are working on the engine as we found in the case of the booster rockets.”
Mr. Lovingood says, “I don’t think so. As a matter of fact, although I’m now a manager, I was trained as an engineer.”
“All right”, I said, “Here’s a piece of paper each. Please write on your paper the answer to this question: what do you think is the probability would be uncompleted due to a failure in this engine?”
They wrote down their answers and hand in their papers. One guy wrote “99-44/100% pure” (copying the Ivory soap slogan), meaning about 1 in 200. Another guy wrote something very technical and highly quantitative in the standard statistical way, carefully defining everything, that I had to translate – which also meant about 1 in 200. The third guy wrote, simply, “1 in 300.”
Mr. Lovingood’s paper, however, said.
“Cannot quantify. Reliability is judged from:
– past experience
– quality control in manufacturing
– engineering judgment”
“Well”, I said, “I’ve got four answers, and one of them weaseled.” I turned to Mr. Lovingood: “I think you weaseled.”
“I don’t think I weaseled.”
“You didn’t tell me what your confidence was, sir; you told me how you determined it. What I want to know is: after you determined it, what was it?”
He says, “100 percent” – the engineers’ jaws drop, my jaw drops, I look at him, everybody looks at him – “uh, uh, minus epsilon!”
So I say, “Well yes; that’s fine. Now, the only problem is, WHAT IS EPSILON?”
He says, “10^-5”. It was the same number that Mr. Ullian had told us about: 1 in 100,000.
I showed Mr. Lovingood the other answers and said, “You’ll be interested to know that there is a difference between engineers and management here – a factor of more than 300.””
“Later, Mr. Lovingood sent me that report. It said things like “The probability of mission success is necessarily very close to 1.0” – does that mean it is close to 1.0, or it ought to be close to 1.0? – and “Historically, this high degree of mission success ahs given rise to a difference in philosophy between unmanned and manned space flight programs; i.e., numerical probability versus engineering judgment.” As far as I can tell, “engineering judgment” means they’re just going to make up numbers! The probability of an engine-blade failure was given as a universal constant, as if all the blades were exactly the same, under the same conditions. The whole paper was quantifying everything. Just about every nut and bolt was in there: “The chance that a HPHTP pipe will burst is 10^-7.” You can’t estimate that; a probability of 1 in 10,000,000 is almost impossible to estimate. It was clear that the numbers for each part in the engine were chosen so that when you add everything together you get 1 in 100,000.”
“Maybe I’m a little dull, but I tried my best not to accuse anybody of anything. I just let them show me what they showed me, and acted like I didn’t see their trick. I’m not the kind of investigator you see on TV, who jumps up and accuses the corrupt organization of withholding information. But I was fully aware that they hadn’t told me about the problem until I asked about it. I usually acted quite naive – which I was, for the most part.”
“They kept referring to the problem by some complicated name – a “pressure-induced vorticity oscillatory wa-wa”, or something.
I said, “Oh, you mean a whistle!”
“Yes”, they said; “it exhibits the characteristics of a whistle.””
“When I left the [engine] meeting, I had the definite impression that I had found the same game as with the seals: management reducing criteria and accepting more and more errors that weren’t designed into the device, while the engineers are screaming from below, “HELP!” and “This is a RED ALERT!””
“You know that question you asked us last time – with the papers? We felt that was a loaded question. It wasn’t fair.”
“Yes, you’re quite right. It was a loaded question. I had an idea of what would happen.”
“I would like to revise my answer. I want to say that I cannot quantify it.”
“That’s fine. But do you agree that the chance in failure is 1 in 100,000?”
“Well, uh, no, I don’t. I just don’t want to answer.”
“I said it was 1 in 300, and I still say it’s 1 in 300, but I don’t want to tell you how I got my answer.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“The shuttle’s computers don’t have enough memory to hold all the programs for the whole flight. After the shuttle gets into orbit, the astronauts take out some tapes and load in the program for the next phase of the flight – there are as many as six in all, Near the end of the flight, the astronauts load in the program for coming down.”
“One time I was talking to Sally Ride about something I mentioned in my report on the engines, and she didn’t seem to know about it. I said, “Didn’t you see my report?”
She says, “No, I didn’t get a copy.”
So I go over to Keel’s office and say, “Sally tells me she didn’t get a copy of my report.”
He looks surprised, and turns to his secretary. Please make a copy of Dr. Feynman’s report for Dr. Ride.”
Then I discover Mr. Acheson hasn’t seen it.
“Make a copy and give it to Mr. Acheson.”
I finally caught on, so I said, “Dr. Keel, I don’t think anybody has seen my report.”
So he says to his secretary, “Please make a copy for all the commissioners and give it to them.”
Then I said to him, “I appreciate how much work you’re doing, and that it’s difficult to keep everything in mind. But I thought you told me that you showed my report to everybody.”
He says, “Yes, well, I meant all of the staff.”
I later discovered, by talking to people on the staff, that they hadn’t seen it either.”
“[…] I kept bringing up my report. “I’d like to have a meeting to discuss what to do with it”, I kept saying.
“We’ll have a meeting about it next week” was the standard answer. (We were too busy wordsmithing and voting on the color of the cover).”
“By the way: everything had 23 versions. It has been noted that computers, which are supposed to increase the speed at which we do things, have not increased the speed at which we write reports: we used to make only three versions – because they’re so hard to type – and now we make 23 versions!”
“We ended up rearranging the list of possible recommendations and worsmithing them a little, and then we voted yes or no. It was an odd way of doing things, and I wasn’t used to it. In fact, I got the feeling we were being railroaded: things were being decided, somehow, a little out of our control.”
“Later, I talked to David Acheson about the tenth recommendation. He explained, “It doesn’t really mean anything; it’s only motherhood and apple pie.”
I said, “Well if it doesn’t mean anything, it’s not necessary, then.”
“If this were a commission for the National Academy of Sciences, your objections would be proper. But don’t forget,” he says, “this is a presidential commission. We should say something for the President.”
“I don’t understand the difference,” I said. “Why can’t I be careful and scientific when I’m writing a report to the President?”
Being naive doesn’t always work: my argument had no effect.”
“I was in a very good fettle, for some reason. I had already lost, and I knew what I needed, so I could focus easily. I had no difficulty in admitting complete idiocy – which is usually the case when I deal with the world – and I didn’t think there was any law of nature which said I had to give in. I just kept going, and didn’t waver at all.
It went late into the night: one o’clock, two o’clock, we’re still working on it. “Dr. Feynman, it’s very unprofessional to give someone a story and then retract it. This is not the way people behave in Washington.”
“It’s obvious I don’t know anything about Washington. But this is the way I behave – like a fool. I’m sorry, but it was simply an error, so as a courtesy, please don’t use it.”
Then, somewhere along the line, one of them says, “If we go ahead and use the report, does that mean you won’t go on the show?”
“You said it; I didn’t.”
“We’ll call you back.”
Actually, I hadn’t decided whether I’d refuse to go on the show, because I kept thinking it was possible I could undo my mistake. When I thought about it, I didn’t think I could legitimately play that card. But when one of them made the mistake of proposing the possibility, I said, “You said it; I didn’t” – very cold – as if to say, “I’m not threatening you ,but you can figure it out for yourself, honey!”
They called me back, and said they won’t use my report.”
“Maybe they don’t say explicitly “Don’t tell me,” but they discourage communication, which amounts to the same thing. It’s not a question of what has been written down, or who should tell what to whom; it’s a question of whether, when you do tell somebody about some problem, they’re delighted to hear about it and they say “Tell me more” and “Have you tried such-and-such?” or they say “Well, see what you can do about it” – which is a completely different atmosphere. If you try once or twice to communicate and get pushed back, pretty soon you decide, “To hell with it.””
“I want to just this by saying that, like everything else in the entire planet, preservationism is infested with tiny kingdoms, and tiny kings, sending little textslings and arrows, and their fiefdoms going “oh no~ not the king~”.”
“If you have a URL shortener, by the way, you are terrible. URL shorteners are the worst idea on the internet, period. They could not come up with a better one. You’re going to come up with, you’re basically going to take a URL run by a third party, on god knows what, and utterly depend on your connections because you wanted to save a few characters. It’s like a one-type cryptographic keypad for history. [We have a team who] downloads hundreds of URL shorteners and then keeps that excel spreadsheet of shortener-long thing because in twenty years, you’re going to look at twitter and be like “What the heck is t.co? Everybody puts stuff on there!””
“Part of being a historian is that you quickly learn to become a hater of all things. And you realize we’re on a small boat in a world of shit and there’s a leak.”
“Nitpicking is the unmistakable mark of cluelessness.”
“The courageous die once. The coward dies every day.”
“Ask the average gentile American how many Jews died in World War II and he will readily respond: ‘six million.’ Ask him how many Americans or Christians fell in that conflict, and he will not be able to answer. Nor is he sure how many Americans were killed during the Vietnam War, much less the Civil War or War for Independence.
Yet, he is quite sure that ‘six million innocent Jews were murdered by the Nazis.’ When brought to his attention, this disparity of awareness often makes him wonder why he should know with such alacrity about the questionable fate of a three per cent minority population, while far less about the very real sufferings of his own people.”
“I don’t support mass migration from Africa but this is kind of a dumb meme. A lot of that land is desert or rainforest, which is surprisingly infertile after a slash-and-burn program has run its course. If you’ve ever seen Angkor Wat that’s what happens to metal-rich but nutrient-poor rainforest soil exposed to the sun.
It gets baked into a solid brick.”
“Funny how it’s all useless until whites show up and turn it into fucking paradise then they leave and blacks run it into the fucking dirt again.”
“If you’re talking about Rhodesia I agree but that’s a different biome. Or set of biomes rather.”
“Literally anywhere white people have settled anywhere ever.
Iceland is literally a volcanic rocky island covered in snow half the year and they’re better off than 99.99% of Africa.”
“Pedestrians once crossed the street whenever and wherever they wanted. The introduction of signals prioritised the movement of motor vehicles at the expense of pedestrians, which slowed effective walking speed through the city. Pedestrians now spend roughly 20% of their time waiting at intersections.”
“Nothing will happen with North Korea. They aren’t quitting their nukes and USG isn’t withdrawing from South Korea. All this is a show because Trump likes trolling the press. Or probably because they wanted a DNA sample or something.”
“Somehow, neither Prescott’s letter nor the failed replication nor the numerous academic critiques have so far lessened the grip of Zimbardo’s tale on the public imagination.
The appeal of the Stanford prison experiment seems to go deeper than its scientific validity, perhaps because it tells us a story about ourselves that we desperately want to believe: that we, as individuals, cannot really be held accountable for the sometimes reprehensible things we do. As troubling as it might seem to accept Zimbardo’s fallen vision of human nature, it is also profoundly liberating. It means we’re off the hook. Our actions are determined by circumstance. Our fallibility is situational. Just as the Gospel promised to absolve us of our sins if we would only believe, the SPE offered a form of redemption tailor-made for a scientific era, and we embraced it.”
“Imagine that Kim is Hitler here and try not to let your stomach churn at the triumphal music playing beneath these images. Because Kim is Hitlerian.”
“Little Ben Shapiro is opposed to peace on the Korean Peninsula because his people- the fake conservative, warmongering, policy-writing financial & international elites- stand to benefit from more war and destruction. Ben is a chicken hawk, by no means a “conservative.””
“”the fake conservative, warmongering, policy-writing financial & international elites”
If only there was a way to say this with a single syllable”
“These are hard questions, but the bigger problem is that you have an incentive not to ask them at all.”
“Winning is better than losing, but everyone loses when the war isn’t one worth fighting.”
“Bottom line, if you can’t feel compassion for your fellow man, you’ll always be working for someone else.”
*pays 30% of income in taxes*
*sends his kids to school-prison under threat of force for 13 years*
*gets fired for expressing a controversial opinion*
“Man I sure am glad we got rid of the despotism of monarchy””
“The Trudeau government decided 6 months ago to no longer require Romanian citizens to obtain travel visas before coming to Canada.
That has led to a “noticeable increase” in organized crime activity, according to a declassified report.”
“Just because it sounds true doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“Psychology: interesting and wrong
Agricultural science: boring and correct
Sociology: boring and wrong
??: interesting and correct”
“Epistemology and Aesthetics.”
“When I look at my cat, I am pretty confident that the cat is self-aware and self-conscious. When a cat pulls a boo-boo or falls off of something, it shows enormous amount of self-awareness when it stops and licks its paws and then stroll off as if nothing had happened. He’s clearly recognized that he goofed, and we knew it. He shows all kinds of self-awareness. So I hesitate to draw a line and say only humans can think, and furthermore experiments with other animals do indicate that they can do surprising things.
If you believe in evolution, at the very beginning of life, the amoebas or whatever they were must have had some ability to abstract in order to survive. They had to get some idea what was food, what was not food. How to avoid dangers and not. They must have had some power of abstraction at the very bottom. If, as we have demonstrated in the laboratory, one-celled animals can be trained to turn this way or that way, then thinking necessarily be a function of the nervous system. Because a one-celled animal doesn’t have a nervous system.”
“this guy and people like him have a fundamental misunderstanding of what technology is and what it can do.
if laser guns were invented tomorrow, infantries would still use projectile weaponry for at least the next hundred years simply because it’s reliable and the system for supplying is simple and exists. it’s all mechanical principles, and people can see what’s going on. literal highschoolers can take it apart, identify problems, and put them back together. even if, or especially if, you have a miniature nuke powering your gun and you don’t have to charge or carry around batteries, that’s a fuckton more complicated. no one can see electricity.
one of the things that’s relevant i think we will (or won’t, ha!) find is that none of this information technology stuff changes the principles of human relations. namely, whether or not you trust the other guy, and by extension, anything that comes out of his mouth. trump et. all still have daily briefings with their cabinets. putin literally doesn’t have a phone or computer. boardroom meetings are still meetings in a room with a board.
i don’t know all of how it works but i know it’s there and i have guesses as to the reasons, and all of them could probably be derived from the question “why would it be a bad idea to have a baby raised via [information technology]?” we all grew up from babies after all. if we can derive principles about human behavior and psychology from animals, surely deriving them from babies isn’t unreasonable.
people like the guy of this blog would not see any problem with it. they’d think star wars clone troopers type training is not only possible, but desirable.”
“human concepts don’t actually fit perfectly in text believe it or not”
“Never debate the ignorant in front of the uninformed: the crowd can’t tell who won the argument”
“There’s a trend in China of women seeking younger, more gentle boyfriends. It’s true.
Woman of course always want little boys to tell them they are lovely. Those are called “sons”, and their ancestors all had a dozen of those by age 25.”
“When has it ever become legal to shoot someone because they’re pulling off in your car?” she asked. “Even if (Macklin) did that, if he did steal the car. You’ve got insurance — let him go to jail. I would’ve rather had to get a call to go bail him out of jail than to get a phone call that he’s dead.”
“If you called the cops they would’ve done the same thing lmao
These people will criticize the state then say “let the state handle it” in the same breath”
“women, for some reason, appear to be strong communists. anything done against any one of them is always something that’s done against all of them.
they’re also communists because, if you actually announce that you consider negatively all of them (incels etc.), then they become surprised and shocked at the public suggestion that all of them are the same (NAWALT) and that they all act in the same way like some sort of conspiracy.
or, perhaps, rather than saying women are like communists, maybe it should be said that communists are like women – and maybe other things are “like women” too.”
“Why are they called latinos? They aren’t at all related to latin people. Linguistically, sure. It’s just lazy white people language trying to group them all together so we don’t have to bother mentioning their actual ethnicities. The best part is latinos are proud of the word.”
“>Underwater Ancient Petroglyphs captured accidentally by a drone in Vancouver Canada
The majority of human civilization and almost every relic of our past prior to seven or eight thousand years ago- which is the vast majority of our time on Earth so far- is underwater today”
“The majority were buried 13000 years ago when the glaciers were hit by the low flying meteor showers. The great flood everybody knew about around the world in myths. Basically a new age was born at that moment.”
“Yeah glaciers would have wiped out quite a bit, and then the melting of the glaciers would have wiped out quite a bit and then the sea level rise would have wiped out most of the rest and then it kind of makes sense that there’s almost no trace of human civilization prior to the global flood myth that literally every civilization on the planet remembers. Just about every civilization describes a much more advanced predecessor civilization that was destroyed by Cosmic catastrophe. Which is absolutely bogus conspiracy woo woo by the way giant skeletons don’t real. :^)”
“The establishment still refuses to accept the theory despite every bit of evidence pointing at it being true. They’re just mad they didn’t come up with it. But we all know who would try and prevent us looking back far into human history. They love us thinking we only became big brained when agriculture spread 6000 years ago. Look at the butthurt in this article.”
“Dreams of liberation without actionable steps are an opium of the masses.”
“Read up on the Warren court until you want it repealed. Drug laws are, per Foseti, almost 100% a way to get around the Warren court legalizing all crime.”
“The reality that emerges from the pages of the book is that modern police are basically social workers for the underclass. If you want to know why crime is up, it’s because police aren’t on the streets anymore. Instead, they’re filling out paperwork or looking for a kid whose mother is too lazy to turn off the TV and be a parent (and why should she miss her stories, if she doesn’t know where her kid is, she can just call the police).
The police also spend an inordinate amount of time documenting the fact that they’re not racist. After all, increases in the level of crime won’t get any of them fired, but an accusation or two of racism that they can’t refute could result in someone losing their pension. This war on racism has other consequences. For example, officers now have almost no discretion in determining whether something is a crime, whether to arrest someone, whether to interview someone, etc. The resulting absurdities make for a great book, which is often funny if you ignore how sad it is.
If you spend some time thinking about how bad policing has become, your perspective on other issues will change. For example, is the failure of the war on drugs really due to the inevitability of drug use or is it merely representative of the failure of the modern policing strategy?”
“Doctors are for signalling, not for health. Sleep deprivation signals commitment. You don’t want an uncommitted signal, do you?”