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  1. Rape by an Objectivist

    Cat, I've sent a private message.
  2. Las Vegas massacre byproducts

    Just finished watching Manhunt on Netflix, a scripted mini series about Theodore Kaczynski and the FBI linguistics profiler who discovered him. No lack of motive here. Interestingly Kaczynski was involved in a professors experiment under the auspices of the CIA and its operation MKUltra. https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2000/06/harvard-and-the-making-of-the-unabomber/378239/ The author has been in touch with the unibomber. Its the most complete look into a persons motives Ive read. A couple of excerpts. The health-services doctor who interviewed Kaczynski as part of the medical examination Harvard required for all freshmen observed, Its not easy, having more questions than answers.
  3. Las Vegas massacre byproducts

    lol! Honorable mention goes to Jesus https://www.thedailybeast.com/unarmed-security-guard-jesus-campos-took-on-las-vegas-killer-stephen-paddock
  4. The Country Music Concert Massacre in Las Vegas

    Does anyone really expect earth shattering revelations? I heard the FBI spokesman say "at this point" in the investigation. Thats responsible. Theres a hue and cry for more information. http://nypost.com/2017/10/02/fbi-las-vegas-shooter-had-no-connection-to-terror-groups/ https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/inside-the-criminal-mind/201710/las-vegas-and-the-myth-the-out-character-crime "Personalities reveal themselves over time and, eventually, we discover what the context is with respect to the crime at issue. Rarely, if ever, is it a case of a “good guy” suddenly gone bad. Undoubtedly, as the investigation proceeds, more information will come to light revealing now unknown aspects of the Las Vegas shooter’s personality and motives. And we will see that it was in fact “in character.”" I cant wait to find out what the shooters brother is hiding. Or how the neighbor who thought the shooter was a straight arrow could have been so wrong. This is better than Murder She Wrote and Bosch. Thats a high bar too. Like Monday morning quarterbacks though, it doesnt change the result.
  5. The Country Music Concert Massacre in Las Vegas

    The brother of the dead man said he was a fix it guy for many years and that he looks for answers. Thats what I see playing out. Hes reeling with the possibilities knowing he will never truly come to understand anything that will help to explain his brothers actions. I also see the sibling is unable/unwilling to share straight forward emotions with the public/strangers. Its so complicated hes simply uncomfortable dealing with a problem that cant be fixed. My guess, my speculation is that the shooter's brother is into something he doesn't want scrutinized The guy was smart to get out in front of this and speak directly to reporters. Imagine the reaction if he holed up. This whole thing was foisted on him and he doesn't like it. Sounds like an ordinary reaction to me otherwise he could have refused comment. And that too would lead to speculation. Heres a story line. The dead man was a recluse who had money and debt. He had no meaningful relationships (forget about the girlfriend/brother). He had the means to accomplish mayhem. He was a problem solver. For all I know Paddock had a twisted relationship in regard to his father (hero/bad guy) held deep beliefs about how "society" treated the hero, and due to personal circumstances he cared not to remedy and his anger issues he decided to act out on humanity. Its all about what cant be seen. Theres is as much unknown as what is known. He gambled, he lost. Thats more consideration than is deserved. 59 dead.....
  6. ESPN, the NFL and Social Justice Warriors

    People who run their mouths tend to attract flies. Keep eyes on the ball and stay focused on an endeavor or a principle. They display all the attributes of hating and of spoiled children. They forgot or likely never knew what their outrage is about other than theater. The only thing they're likely to change is their playability status not the politics. Unlike. Eric Liddell (the flying scotsman) and Sandy Koufax chose to not play on Sunday. Curt Flood (rule) chose not to be traded and Smith and Carlos stood in silence. Who of these acted on principle? Was Sunday a day of rest on principle or a time to devote part of the day to their religion, the other part to their sport? Was Floods choice to sue Baseball not being willing to be traded a principle or irrational rebellion ? Smith said, "We were just human beings who saw a need to bring attention to the inequality in our country," "I don't like the idea of people looking at it as negative. There was nothing but a raised fist in the air and a bowed head, acknowledging the American flag—not symbolizing a hatred for it." Racism was alive in '68, the year of the DC riots not far from my house. Todays so called racism is fabricated, the reasons given unfound by its recent advocates. They think they're cool like the Chuck Taylor canvas shoes I wore and out wore.
  7. 747 on conveyer

    No. If a person is moving at the same rate as an escalator hes essentially standing still. On the other hand if the person in the same example was wearing a wind suit and there was sufficient air moving over him to provide lift then, yes, he might fly. The plane in the example is not provided any lift to overcome gravity. The speed needed to gain loft is nullified by the counter rotating conveyor. The better question is why does it matter? https://blog.xkcd.com/2008/09/09/the-goddamn-airplane-on-the-goddamn-treadmill/ Holding my breath for merjets answer. ;)
  8. Donald Trump

    I'll remember Spicer for his contention on the inauguration "spectacle". I heard him. He also said , "Covfefe" wasnt a typo. https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/onpolitics/2017/05/31/sean-spicer-says-covfefe-wasnt-typo-trump-knew-exactly-what-he-meant/102355728/ And then as if things couldnt get tough enough for Spicer, Conway threw him a life preserver, and said the inauguration facts werent falsehoods but alternative facts. But Mooch loves him a man. I heard the presser. I had a sense that if Trump were listening, he would approve. Mooch was called and offered the job and then went steadily on his way to erase of his tweets, deny his affiliations. Skip to :30 Otherwise hugely deft handling by a comer. He might do well, he wont have to face the constant barrage of directly addressing the press. But hey, he was one of them or at least as he said he played one on TV.
  9. Remember and don't forget

    On that day, my friend, Henry Romanek, was there. We interred his ashes at his wifes grave site at West Point cemetery on May 9, 2008. This excerpt is taken from Lars Andersons’ book “The All Americans“. He writes for Sports Illustrated and included Col Romanek because of his storied football past and miltary background. D-Day The young man stood on the deck of the USS Garfield, looking across the English Channel into darkness. It was just after midnight on June 6, 1944, and the defining hour of Henry Romaneks life was at hand. The Garfield, a transport ship, had just left the coast of England and was motoring south across the channel, its destination the waters off northern France, about ten miles outside of a quiet, enchanting beach the Allies call Omaha. As Romanek gazed onto the black horizon, a cold wind dusting his cheeks, beams of moonlight filtered through the clouds to reveal an armada of ships so vast that it took his breath away. Over 5 thousand vessels were plowing through the whitecaps, the column of ships stretching as far as Romaneks eyes could see the east and the west. The day of reckoning, D-day, had arrived. “Good God,” Romanek said softly to himself, “Lord have mercy on us.” The 24 year old Romanek was a platoon leader in the 149th Engineer Combat Battalion. Like all the soldiers in his company, he was dressed for battle. ---On the ring finger of his left hand was his graduation ring from West Point, his dearest possession. Romanek had received the ring a year earlier, and now as he looked down on it, the black onyx stone glittered in the moonlight. Romanek was in charge of a platoon of forty-five men, and they were constantly asking him to tell stories from his days at the military academy, especially what it was like to be an Army football player. Romanek had been a two -way standout at the Point in 1941 and ‘42, playing tackle on both offense and defense. The game he was most questioned about was the ‘41 Army-Navy contest, which was played before 98,942 screaming fans at Philadelphia’s Municipal Stadium. As Romanek drew closer to what he knew would be the bloodiest fight of his life, that game was still alive in his mind, its details burned into his memory. Romanek looked at his watch. It read 6:30 a.m. Though his LCM was scheduled to land in a few minutes, they were still about six hundred yards from shore. Romanek eyed his men. Almost all of them were seasick, their faces as white as milk. They had been on the landing craft for about four hours and nearly everyone had vomited at least once.. Romanek and his men couldn’t wait to get to the beach. Anything, they figured, was better than this. --Directly in front of Romanek, up on the cliffs, he saw a cherry red flicker of flame. A moment later there was a loud explosion on the beach, a black burst of smoke, then dozens of soldiers sprawled on the ground, all dead. --The square faced ramp on the ECM came down. Everyone yelled Go, go ,go! But several German machine guns and artillery batteries were concentrating their fire on the ramp exit. Romanek and his men were still in the back of the LCM and now they could see their fellow soldiers being ripped apart by bullets. Blood and limbs and intestines flew through the air, the men falling forward in heaps. --All the planning, all the months of training, all the miles they had traveled, it had all been done for this moment. But now? Now, even before Romanek had gotten off his LCM, more than half of his engineers and more than half of the infantrymen he’d been riding with were dead. Order was slipping away. --Weighed down with forty pounds of equipment and gear, he jumped as fast and as far as he could into the five feet of water. --The bullet pierced the left side of his chest even before he hit the water. It momentarily paralyzed him and robbed him of breath. IT was as if a burning rod had just been shove through his lungs. He couldn’t focus on time, place or purpose. His thoughts drifted through years of memories, with no order, like random dreams. He knew that today was June 6, 1944. If there hadn’t been a war- and if his course load hadn’t been cut from four years to three at West Point, it would have been his graduation day. It seemed so long ago when Romanek and Olds took on Navy and their star tailback Bill Busek. Romanek and Olds were the biggest sports stars in America, as most of the nation tuned their radios. Thinking about West Point caused Romanek to realize that he didn’t want to lose his class ring, not here, not in five feet of freezing-cold water off the coast of France. His ring was a important to him as oxygen. He looked at his left hand in the water, saw the gleam of the thick gold band around his finger, and clenched his fist. I can’t lose my ring, he thought to himself. I can’t lose it. And I don’t want to die here today.” -- He tried to move his arms and legs and make his way to shore. But his strength left him. His body wouldn’t respond to what his brain was telling it to do. --A navy corpsman spotted him. --Dragged him 200 hundred yards to the shingle, a natural dune, out of harms way. --Moments later, Romanek was silent. He went into full-blown shock. He was swallowing his tongue and shaking violently, -- The corpsman saved his life, Romanek went to Suffolk England for a 3 month recovery and was back on the battle field in Germany in 5 months fighting again. The corpsman didn’t see the end of the day.
  10. Snowden and Galt

    Thx, Mark. Yes, I became aware of the timeline. The dates dont connect Snowden to those CIA deaths but reframes the question over his innocence/guilt into one that asks at what cost. I suppose we could say CIA is responsible for its own agents and they know the risks. More than anything the IC is full of holes and they know it. Its their bed and they can lie in it. I think it was Binswanger and Schwartz who claimed the breach gave up human assets. Their reliance on news relating to Clapper (a liar) was astonishing. Thx for the link.
  11. Snowden and Galt

    I'll limit myself to the article at the moment, thanks. Its as puzzling a piece as trying to figure out where you stand on it. Since you have an opinion, opine, please. It seems odd you arent posting an opinion other than to say what the article is not about. Again, I dont like movie biographies, theres dramatic license considerations that can change anything to something its not. While theres usually another medium to find the facts. The articles (author) question seems strange, while the answer doesn't worry me. Ask the man or the director, theres no need to wonder. Is there? It's wishful fantasy to discuss something unknown to us. What is the basis of his reporting on something unknown to him other than sheer conjecture? As a reporter he should be able to provide an answer at least a few relevant questions, dont you think?
  12. Snowden and Galt

    The author doesnt say if the reference to Rand was a device used by Stone or something Snowden actually said. I also havent seen the movie to know whether Stone is sympathetic to Snowden or what his point might be. After seeing JFK I wouldnt be using his movies as biographical references. The author seems to interpret a Randian influence on Snowden despite that he too has trouble verifying it. He says Snowden surely signed off on the biographical content. Who knows why Stone wants to depict this character this way other than perhaps wanting to be faithful to the material provided. And after finding a conclusion to Snowdens motivation he suggests, "if Im right about this Rands influence is making the world a freer place." Uh, no, if anything it is less free. The author says, "He (Snowden) followed the example of John Galt. Instead of shutting off the motor of the world that he invented, Snowden sought to shut down the motor of the state that he was helping to build. And he did it because it was the right thing to do." He didnt shut down the motor of the state and his motivation wasnt because it is morally right, rather it was his conclusion that he was doing the right thing. The value Snowden did is found in the increased public awareness and the opportunity to voice an opinion by voting their choice. The author is trying to hard to equate a fictionalized character with the supposed motivations of Snowden. He could have done better by first interviewing Snowden then Stone to find out, first hand what was intended rather than create hoopla out of whole cloth.
  13. Motivational Stories of Hard Work Leading to Prosperity

    That would have been depressing, an unfit environment for a kid. Geez, I do hope your Mom recovered. Thx, I appreciate the empathetic response. It was presented as inspiring, it may have been simply a downer of a way to grow up. I guess that would depend on your perspective though. I was describing how truancy led to a hospitalization not mental illness. The tragic thing is how little has changed in regard to treatment. Mental hospitals, psychiatrists, psychologists and social workers in those 45 yrs with the exception of independent cognitive therapists are terrible. The result of prescription psychotropic use has emptied the warehouses into the streets. Instead of severing connections to the brain with a surgical procedure, as with prescribed pre-frontal lobotomies, chemical substances are used with often dangerous effects, meant to change brain function which results in alterations in perception, mood, consciousness and/or behavior. Imagine, well of course, you cant. I'll try. Ever read a story about fear, imprisonment and forced drugging? Betrayal by a parent capable of taking your freedom/childhood away? I was stripped naked in an isolation cell and forced to take cocktails of assorted powerful chemicals until after a year 1/2 when I met a set of "professional" criteria allowing me to leave. The criteria were don't be violent or verbally abusive, see a psychiatrist, take the drugs and go to school and pretend that everything is A OK. I could count on one hand the times I spoke about or was asked about my upbringing and why I was beaten or made to feel lower than scum. I skipped school. Hows that for a comeback story? )
  14. Snowden and Galt

    Try this. fee.org/articles/snowden-s-muse-was-ayn-rand-s-john-galt/ As to the article, I view what he did as being of value to me. If its a value to him, great. I'm not so sure what it makes him. Perhaps he knows. Im conflicted because Im sure there were some aspects that may have gotten some killed. Have you heard that in Obamas reign that 12 CIA agents were killed by the Chinese? That was the result of a major outing. By whom? https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/20/world/asia/china-cia-spies-espionage.html Thats why I reserve my judgement on Snowden. And what is known and unknown and quite possibly unknowable. I see him now as serving a fundamental purpose for our enemies that represents the chink in our intelligence armor.
  15. Motivational Stories of Hard Work Leading to Prosperity

    Who knows? I'll try, for what its worth. I started in the computer industry after a 4 yr. stint in carpentry. My future wife loaned me money to attend school. Two years earlier I had attempted to take my life. My future wife had also been my land lady. I came to know her in a mental hospital, my fourth stay. The first time was 10 yrs earlier at 17 for a year and a half at long term Shepard Pratt, in Baltimore Md. One year and 7 months earlier, after a lifetime of malevolence (while this is germane to any inspiration one might gain, its hopefully sufficient to say physically and mentally vicious) by the sperm donor, on r&r from Nam, retrieved me from a detention center and drove to Walter Reed for a psych evaluation. Under the impression that telling lies is always wrong I answered, "yes", to the Drs inquiry about taking LSD. This paved the course I was to take. So unwittingly, off I went with the Colonel who provided the transportation to Alexandria Mental Hospital. This was essentially a guaranty that I would no longer bother him but is to be construed rather as someone who did not care but was the agent nemesis. I spent the first week fighting orderlies who administered high end psychotropics, Stelazine first and then Thorazine with the accompanying side affects. I was kept in seclusion until I appeared as a caged animal and came around in a cold wet sheet pack. From that point my mother was convinced something could never change the schizophrenic stripes I had been labeled with and devoted her limited means to that end. She never realized how damaging her behavior was or could be. I learned later my father, had spent 3 months refusing to get up from bed, growing a beard and checking out at a similar age, just before he received an appointment to West Point. His doting parents assisted that process. I later attended the graduation of a nephew at West Point and dug up year book entries in an attempt to understand the mind of the person who raised me. I readily identify with the term Comprachico though his attention to detail was lacking. Finally I wrote to him detailing his failed relationship and forever breaking off with him where he characterized his behavior as something better off forgotten and as a self pitying attempt at blame for my own circumstances, a fantastic rationalization when I had sought acknowledgement. He told me I was solely responsible for my own present and future. The longer I nursed grudges and fretted over real or imagined problems of the past, blamed others for my situation and refused to accept responsibility for my own life, the more of my life I waste; unsatisfying and unenjoyable. He said you cant be insulted or put down by another person unless you accept the insult or put down. If I accepted it, theres no use blaming the other person. He closed with maybe we could proceed in an adult relationship. Uh huh, perfect, tell that to a boy after he's been flattened. Fat chance. On my own dime and time I studied hard and was rewarded with industry accreditations which ushered in the most challenging, rewarding, highest paying job ever had. A complimentary example from a former boss, said, "Geoff, over the years, has shown himself to be one of the most dependable employees on our team. This dependable strength of his has driven him to be the most productive employee on our staff. Overall Geoff's value to the next company he works for will be very high. If business decisions would have been different here at 'X", his future was rock solid." Thank god I had read Ayn Rand at a tender age before any of the consequences of my youth caught up and reared its ugly head. I credit my resolve in part to her, my earnest desire to betterment, an understanding about hard work paying off that I learned playing sports in my youth and an unrelenting style characterized by starting things and finishing them, by not allowing what I felt at the time to interfere with what I had started. In fact, it was only after many years, that I learned how good I was at compartmentalizing and parking bad experiences in favor of better ones. I paid a heavy price for that. I took a large measure of personal inspiration from enlisted Sgt Frank Kuwea, my 7th grade baseball coach who found me (I didnt know how)under house restriction waiting on family orders to leave Germany. I heard his voice through the wall speaking to the Colonel in steadfast tones. You can imagine. But it resulted in restriction being lifted for the time it took to play a final season game where I pitched and won. That man! I hope that I have or can extend that sort of generosity to another in need. Come to think of it I have. A granddaughter of the man whose life I probably saved called me and thanked me for doing it.