We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Physicists ask whether existence is a virtual reality. Neurophilosophy. Of course it is. I think, therefore I am a confused SOB.
But existence sure feels real when you have a sore hip, or when you are 21 and your girlfriend dumps you, or when you can't pay your bills. No need to drop a little acid before reading the links: reality is strange enough on its own.
I went to René Descartes Philosopher (1596 -1650) and one of the many things his brilliant mind produced.
If you would be a real seeker after truth,
it is necessary that at least once in your life
you doubt, as far as possible, all things
From that thought I have finally decided that Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny will be placed on "skeptics list", nudging very close to actual suspension of belief.
I immediately suspended any sensate or phychological belief that we are living in a computer simulation, my reasoning being buttressed not by Descartes ontological argument of the existence of God, but rather the fact that I once used a Radio Shack TRS-80 to write, after much manipulation, the word "Hi" on a sheet of paper.
Couple that with a healthy belief that a Malthusian exogenous event will overtake mankind and there you have it. A real bonus is that Karl Marx didn't like Malthus, and I don't like Karl Marx, so I win.
Now there's some of yesterdays leftover guacamole and Vienna sausage dip on the back table for those who would like to get a headstatrt on the Malthus deal
One of Californias congressmen, Bob Filner,Finer (D) whatever was apparently in a schuffle with a United Airlines employee about his baggage. He's been charged with assault and battery.
Now the article did say if he used the old, "Do you know who I am" Mr. Bigshot question on the hapless employee but years ago I heard a story that you can only pray is true.
An aggitated passenger is reaming the gate personel about boarding ..He uses the "Do you know.." Well the gate attendant calmly turns on the microphone and in a booming voice says.
"Ladies and gentlemen we have a passenger up here who doesn't know who he is, can someone please come help identify him?
If you ever get charged with animal abuse, give em the old Rene Descartes Defense. They don't think, therefore they are not. No law against kicking your own robot. And indeed, Rene thought the animals were robots, sorta, but really good at putting on an act. My dog Ezra didn't agree with him.