Given our primal tribalism, city-states make a whole lot more sense as a political unit than these far flung nation-states of today.
The internet somewhat countermands this, but I care for my local community and not at all for BFE upper nowheresville or lower burbistan.
Central governments have broader reach and more avenues of control than ever before and there are significant advantages to nation-scale so I don’t see going back to pre modern times at any point in my lifetime unless central authority entirely breaks down.
I just realized this site has been active for more than 7 years now. Given life, work, and social changes in the intervening time the site has largely died on the vine. Sad for me and the approximately 0.0003 readers of the site.
However, things are what they are and I don’t really see an imminent return to long-form blogging. By anyone. Myself included. I spend my days thinking Deep Thoughts and making Important Decisions and being Restricted from Any Fun Interwebbing by Work Firewalls and that sort of thing. Then home = family time and to hell with actually writing any thoughts of substance. That’s my excuse. Sorta. Also, I’m a lazy bastard, writing is hard, and basically the Bush years blew my outrage meter and I don’t feel the compulsive need to source and quote everything any longer (read: the stench of law school has been washed away finally. Also, I’m a lazy bastard). But then I look at what I used to write and I haz a sad for the diminution of my skills, effort, and readability. Fuck twitter, man!
SO, while I imagine the intermittent twitter twattering will continue and appear here and I’ll try to do a better job of actually including long-form thoughts… no promises. Also, too: happy late birthday grumpasaurus.com.
A man on a big farm tractor, angry about his recent arrest for resisting arrest and marijuana possession, was rolling across their vehicles — five marked cruisers, one unmarked car and a transport van.
By the time they ran outside, the tractor was down the driveway and out onto the road.
With their vehicles crushed, “We had nothing to pursue him with,” said Chief Deputy Philip Brooks.
14+ killed, 50 wounded by some fucking pussy who a) put on a bulletproof vest to b) toss a smoke bomb into a movie theatre and proceeded to c) open fire on a bunch of stationary targets who weren’t even looking in his direction.
Aside from the tragedy and misery caused, that has got to be the single biggest chickenshit move ever from someone supposedly getting their manly man on. $20 says he used aimbot and other hacks as well in his pre-murderous rampage life.
Sorry, there’s been a job search going on and big networking changes at work made the blogging more difficult (well, sorta. I was also burnt out).
But … I’ve got a new job… which will keep me super busy and I’ll be a Very Important Person and all that now, but also requires moving to a whole new area where I figure I’m going to have nothing to do in the evenings except comment about the world. And how hot it is there.
Apologies for the absences, but I figure I just want to beat billmon to the punch on the whole Lazarus thing.
See you soon.
Also: I know I’ve asked this before, but seriously – Dems in the House and Senate… what the fuck is it going to take for you to bring articles of impeachment to the floor? You’ve got admitted felonious behavior for fuck’s sake. You hidebound pussies! Get on it, already!
It appears the marriage to stand all time (no, not that one, we knew that one was fake [discussion offline so no linkee][fn1]), the love that burned brighter than a thousand shining points of light reflected in a full spittoon, is no longer.
During the election coverage on Tuesday, the number one news item – in fact, the only news item – running on the ticker was the divorce. It made me wish for an asteroid to hit the earth the broadcast booths of the media networks.
BritBrit told KFed via text message on his cell phone. That’s OK, that’s the same way he proposed to her.
KFed of the amazingly motile sperm seeks custody. Of course he is, that’s the only way he’s going to get any money. BritBrit should call his bluff if, you know, there weren’t little human beings involved.
Though I find it hard to believe, apparently actual human beings were involved in the writing, production, promotion, and listening to of the following:
I’m sharing it with you both to fuel your genocidal rage and because there are some things you just can’t unremember. This being one of them. And if I have to suffer, so should you.
One has to wonder if the brood mare would have dumped him if his record hadn’t been a bomb and he didn’t have to give away tickets to his shows just to pack the house to 1/3rd capacity. The people’s dislike of the uberweasel was just too big to ignore. Also, BritBrit’s uterus was screaming for a break since, apparently, prophylactics are simply out of the question (His Holiness of the Incredibly Motile Sperm has powers sufficient to destroy any containment device) and taking a pill every day is just too confusing what with having to remember what a day is and all.
Now, back to actual important news.
Call me, Reese. I know you’ve been holding yourself back from flinging yourself at me for years now. I admire your principle and your dedication to that previous relationship. But now that you’re free, you can throw off those shackles society has set upon us and we can be together at last my love.