Robert Blatchford

“Mr. Blatchford attacks Christianity because he is mad on one Christian virtue: the merely mystical and almost irrational virtue of charity. He has a strange idea that he will make it easier to forgive sins by saying that there are no sins to forgive. Mr. Blatchford is not only an early Christian, he is the only early Christian who ought really to have been eaten by lions. For in his case the pagan accusation is really true: his mercy would mean mere anarchy. He really is the enemy of the human race — because he is so human.” Orthodoxy, by G.K. Chesterton, chapter III

That would be Robert Peel Glanville Blatchford, a remarkable man with some flaws — better than being an unremarkable man with some flaws. The moustache is a bit much.

Hacked, forged, who knows?

Hackers can break in to systems and leak the documents they find. Hackers can also edit the documents they find, and present those files as authentic.

Maybe ten thousand of the documents are authentic, one is edited to add Joe Biden’s name to a list of attendees at a meeting, and one is a completely made-up document about Huma Abedin’s tax returns.

“Imagine trying to explain to the press, eager to publish the worst of the details in the documents, that everything is accurate except this particular email,” says Bruce Schneier.

Fortunately, he continues, “Major newspapers do their best to verify the authenticity of leaked documents they receive from sources. They only publish the ones they know are authentic. The newspapers consult experts, and pay attention to forensics.”

So at least there’s that.

Scott Adams fake because

Leaving aside the presidential election (and who isn’t keen to leave aside this presidential election), Scott Adams has written an insightful observation on human psychology. Maybe his theory that people need a “fake because” is mistaken, but it is thought-provoking.

Coal people

picture of wristwatch and belt buckle on miner's dinner bucket

The watch is a safety award from the Peabody Coal Comapny. The belt buckle says “power for progress.” They’re sitting on my father’s bucket, which is just like those my uncles and my grandfather carried down into the mine.

Christians forced to…

It’s difficult to tell another Christian “you should accept injury or death rather than go against Christianity,” but here goes.

I don’t like reading “Christians forced to…” I’m not going to list concrete examples, because in any particular case I may not know or understand all the details; reporting on religion is infamously bad, and the people facing the threat presumably know more about it than anyone else. But still, the headlines should should be “Christians jailed for refusing…” or “Christian fined for not…” For example, “Catholic care home in Belgium fined for refusing euthanasia.” See, “fined for refusing,” not “forced to euthanize.”

I think in some cases this language of “forced to” might be used as a cover for chruchmen and laymen on the left (today) to do what they want to do anyway. That sets a bad example, and a bad precedent. If it’s wrong, we’re not to do it. How will I react when it happens to me? I hope I do the right thing. Until then, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil.

The whole world isn’t like the place you live

“…where I live lawns are the buffer zone between my house and wild friggin’ animals who want to kill me and trash my stuff. Only people who haven’t been out of a city think places that aren’t lawns automatically default to pavement. They default to a jungle that’s red of claw and tooth. Woodland creatures won’t stop until they’ve killed your cat, taken a dump in your garage, eaten the tomatoes, sprayed skunk musk on your dog, and chewed the radiator hose off your truck (or in the case of Washington Post hacks, your leased Prius). Nature is not a Sierra Club poster and it’s not your friend. My lawn is an open shooting lane that allows me to pick off furry interlopers before they kill the chickens.” — Lawns Are Soul Crushing – A Fisking

The politician and the goats

after The Goatherd and the Wild Goats, because sometimes you just have to spell it out.

A politician, governing his country in the twenty-first century, found some people in the third world, and brought them to his nation to join its existing citizens.

The economy turned bad, so that the politician was hard pressed to find jobs for all the people who needed them. He told the existing citizens to go pound sand because that was how the free market worked, but gave amnesty, welfare, and jobs to the new immigrants, hoping that by doing so they would vote for him.

When the election came, the politician led everybody out to vote, and the new immigrants killed a bunch of the existing citizens and then sued them for hate.* The politician scolded the existing citizens for their ingratitude and xenophobic stupidity, and demanded that they vote for him.

One of the immigrants, turning about, said to the politician: “Allah akbar,” killed a bunch of the politician’s friends, and then killed himself. crying “you’re next!”

The moral of the story is, stay out of gun-free zones.

*The parallelism with the goatherd and the goats kind of breaks down at this point.