At least for your spiritual forebears.

It is the 73rd anniversary of Kristallnacht. They can sure teach you a thing or two about dealing with people who refuse to submit to truth.

It is also the anniversary of the failed Beer Hall Putsch, which just says that if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Your Will will Triumph in the end.

And as for other people that refuse to give up when they are reaching for the stars, it is also the anniversary of October Revolution and Joseph Stalin first entering the provisional government of Bolshevik Russia. Just look how far he got.

It’s a happy day all round. You might want to celebrate by denouncing some more random people that disagree with you to whatever authorities you think care.

Ophelia Benson goes bicycle riding in Amsterdam

Let’s learn a new word today. This is for the benefit of the baboons. The rest of you folks probably know this word already, and did so from junior high school because you paid attention to words for their actual meaning, and not for their emotional trigger value –

em·pir·i·cal

adjective

1. derived from or guided by experience or experiment.
2. depending upon experience or observation alone, without using scientific method or theory, especially as in medicine.
3. provable or verifiable by experience or experiment.

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i.e. basing stuff on observable reality free of any cognitive biases. So let’s take THAT comment that has terrorised Ophelia to the point I am amazed she hasn’t sent me a laundry bill, and demystify it. Here it is in its raw form, and traced directly back to its source (the details that none of the baboons are interested in), comment #3396 at the slimepit (as the baboon’s like to call it) – (more…)

Ophelia Benson as Hercule Poirot.

My the baboons have been busy.

My indifference is profound.

Hot on the heels of the latest batch of threats, there is a new insane debate here which I can only stomach a snippet at a time, and certainly refuse to read all of –

Fat, ugly, desperate or a bitch who deserves to be slapped, hit or gang-raped

Which, of course, instantly has to implicate me. Again, it’s overloaded with the usual accusations of rape, assault, abuse and the whole shebang of the usual substance-free tar-n-feathering the baboon board now seems to specialise in to the exclusion of all other activities. It’s the new town square I’m being pilloried in. They also babble much about having some pile of “sooper secret information” that the Talking Prune has apparently found and are continuing some ludicrous “ethical” debate1 about “outing” and “reporting”. It’s all in there apparently, for those that can stomach it.

So lets imagine they proceed on the assumption I am not Franc and that this cloak-and-dagger is pants shittingly terrifying – (more…)