When the government accuses you of fathering a child, no matter how flimsy the evidence, you are one month away from having your life wrecked. Federal law gives a man just 30 days to file a written challenge; if he doesn’t, he is presumed guilty. And once that steamroller of justice starts rolling, dozens of statutory lubricants help make it extremely difficult, and prohibitively expensive, to stop—even, in most cases, if there’s conclusive DNA proof that the man is not the child’s father.
Here’s how it works: When an accused “obligor” fails, for whatever reason, to send his response on time, the court automatically issues a “default judgment” declaring him the legal father. It does not matter if he was on vacation, was confused, or (as often happens) didn’t even receive the summons, or if he simply treated the complaint’s deadlines with the same lack of urgency people routinely exhibit toward jury duty summonses—he’s now the dad.
A homosexual activist group calling itself “Angry Queers” claimed responsibility for smashing nine windows in a church known for teaching traditional sexual morality early Tuesday morning.
“Upon arriving at the church, we discovered nine separate windows had been smashed in with rocks, including two beautiful 100-year-old stained glass windows,” wrote Tim Smith, pastor of the Portland campus of Mars Hill Church. “We estimate the damage to be several thousand dollars.”
The vandals sent an e-mail to local television station KOIN-TV stating they took the action, because “Mars Hill is notoriously anti-gay and anti-woman.”
Some scientists argue that the purpose of sleep may not be restorative. In fact, they argue that the very question “why do we sleep?” is mistaken, and that the real question should be “why are we awake?”. If you are safe and warm and fed, it is a waste of energy to be awake and moving around (and possibly getting into trouble). Far better, this argument goes, is to be awake only when you have to and sleep when it suits you.
I like that. Although I don’t see how it would explain why we need to sleep.
Haroon Siddiqui praises Canada’s lack of ‘extremism’ on immigrants. It’s true that we don’t see the kind of right-wing parties and rhetoric in Canada that is seen in Europe and the US. This has something to do with culture and history (and our lack of free-speech protections), but more, I think, to do with the composition of our immigrant population. Replace all the East Asians in Canada with Muslims or blacks, and you’d start seeing something different.
A guy reflects on his experiences. Nothing has been accomplished (though not for lack of trying), and the locals are openly contemptuous. He still blames himself.
Even when they are supposedly sticking to their “housing and employment” knitting, the HRCs add to the discrimination, division, and social discord they pretend to ameliorate.
Last year, Ontario’s HRC declared that certain commonplace phrases found in online apartment ads were illegal. For instance, expressions such as “ideal for student” now constitute “age discrimination.”
But when a reporter brought over thirty “Muslim only” online apartment ads to their attention, the HRC claimed their organization was suddenly too small and overworked to prosecute these cases.
Norah Vincent, a lesbian, dressed and lived as a man for 18 months. The resulting book—both insightful and sympathetic—is really a treasure. The chapter on relationships was particularly great reading, and will be much appreciated by manosphere readers:
Dating women as a man was a lesson in female power, and it made me, of all things, into a momentary misogynist, which, I suppose, was the best indicator that my experiment had worked. I saw my own sex from the other side, and I disliked women irrationally for a while because of it. I disliked their superiority, their accusatory smiles, their entitlement to chose or dash me with a finger-tip, an execution so lazy, so effortless, it made the defeats and even the successes unbearably humiliating. Typical male power feels by comparison like a blunt instrument, its salvos and field strategies laughably remedial next to the damage a woman can do with a single cutting word: no.
I love it. From an interview with Jeffrey Goldberg:
I mentioned to Gibson the Hitchens critique of Judah Maccabee. Hitchens argues, in essence, “No Judah, no Jesus,” that Judaism at the time (2,100 years ago or so) would simply have been swamped by assimilationist forces, and would have disappeared before the birth of Jesus. And if Jesus had not been born into a traditional Jewish household… well, you can figure out the rest.
“I can see where Hitchens is coming from, but he’s pretty puny in his thoughts, because he left out one vital ingredient,” Gibson said, “and that is that God can do what he damn well pleases! No matter what the Greeks did! And you know, he doesn’t bring that into consideration. I think he thinks that way because he might be an atheist. He’s an atheist, right?”
The question is prompted by Chuck Klosterman’s decision to hear both bands in one night—he doesn’t really seem to have an explanation himself.
Besides knowing that they’re supposedly awful, I’m not really familiar with these bands—I’ve never followed pop music. So I went and listened to a few songs, and the thing that struck me was how earnest both bands are (Klosterman does describe Creed as taking themselves very seriously). Each band seemed to have a song featuring the birth of a child, for example. There’s very little in the way of either posturing or ironic distance. I thought it was kind of endearing, but I can see how that would make them detested.
Although the Creed singer’s voice also seems kind of gimmicky.
Chuck Rudd also discusses the question.
They say they can’t handle the publisher’s fees. Can that be true? Harvard is easily the richest university in the world, though admittedly they probably subscribe to a lot more than other universities do as well. Anyway, it’s a good sign.
It’s just a matter of time before the big publishers die off (or undergo considerable reform). Academics do the refereeing for free anyway, and publishing cost are now next to nothing. The real issue is prestige. Certain established journals have lots of it, so you want to get published in them so that you’ll be noticed. But that will presumably change over time. Setting up a reputable board and getting some university support is a good start, and the reputation will come. The Philosopher’s Imprint is already more than ten years old.
The game. Though not actually a punishment, Zeno might be my favourite.
Lawrence Auster has responded to my claim that blacks have contributed lots to Western civilization by distinguishing between civilization and culture. It’s a distinction that I’m happy to accept.
Fortunately, democracy doesn’t really require a well-informed public. Typically, someone thinks “I don’t like how things are going for me/for my neighbourhood” so he votes for the guy who isn’t in power. The result is that if enough people are unhappy, they get a new leader. That’s not such a bad arrangement: people aren’t necessarily informed about the system, the system is informed about the people.
A nice slide show on Ethiopia’s holy cities. With a bunch of interactive panoramas as well.
Hearken, O God! Alas for the sins of men! Man says this, and You have compassion on him; for You created him, but did notcreate the sin that is in him. Who brings to my remembrance the sin of my infancy? For before You none is free from sin, not even the infant which has lived but a day upon the earth. Who brings this to my remembrance? Does not each little one, in whom I behold that which I do not remember of myself? In what, then, did I sin? Is it that I cried for the breast? If I should now so cry—not indeed for the breast, but for the food suitable to my years—I should be most justly laughed at and rebuked. What I then did deserved rebuke; but as I could not understand those who rebuked me, neither custom nor reason suffered me to be rebuked. For as we grow we root out and cast from us such habits. I have not seen any one who is wise, when purging anything cast away the good. Or was it good, even for a time, to strive to get by crying that which, if given, would be hurtful— to be bitterly indignant that those who were free and its elders, and those to whom it owed its being, besides many others wiser than it, who would not give way to the nod of its good pleasure, were not subject unto it— to endeavour to harm, by struggling as much as it could, because those commands were not obeyed which only could have been obeyed to its hurt? Then, in the weakness of the infant’s limbs, and not in its will, lies its innocency. I myself have seen and known an infant to be jealous though it could not speak. It became pale, and cast bitter looks on its foster-brother. Who is ignorant of this? Mothers and nurses tell us that they appease these things by I know not what remedies; and may this be taken for innocence, that when the fountain of milk is flowing fresh and abundant, one who has need should not be allowed to share it, though needing that nourishment to sustain life? Yet we look leniently on these things, not because they are not faults, nor because the faults are small, but because they will vanish as age increases. For although you may allow these things now, you could not bear them with equanimity if found in an older person.
Confessions I.vii.11 (trans. Pilkington).