Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains

  • Unconditional Forgiveness

    Is there such a thing as unconditional forgiveness? I doubt it. But perhaps someone can supply a clear example of it. 

    Suppose you take money from my wallet without my permission. I catch you at it and express my moral objection. You give me back my money and apologize for having taken it. I forgive you. I forgive you, but only because you have made restitution and have apologized. For I might not have forgiven you: I might have told you to go to hell and get out of my life for good.

    By forgiving you, I freely abandon the justified negative attitude toward you that resulted from your bad behavior. This works a salutary change in me, but it also does you good, for now you are restored to my good graces and our mutual relations become once again amicable.

    The example just given suggests two things about forgiveness.

    First, it suggests that forgiveness is conditional in nature. It suggests that a necessary condition of an act's being an act of forgiveness is that the malefactor admit wrongdoing, show some remorse, and make amends in some way or other, by restitution, paying a fine, serving time in jail, or in some other way. There is forgiveness only if there is sincere admission of guilt and/or an evening of the scales of justice.

    Second, it suggests that forgiveness is morally permissible only if the malefactor sincerely admits guilt and makes amends in some way or another. That is, one ought not forgive those who refuse to admit guilt, etc. For it is an offense against justice if I let you get away with your wrongdoing and award you the benefit of my forgiveness for nothing. When Bill Clinton, exercising his presidential power of pardon, pardoned Marc Rich, that was an affront to justice and in a two-fold way. Rich got away with his wrongdoing, and it was unfair to similar others who did not get away with their similar wrongdoing. Of course, what Clinton did was LEGAL, but the legal and the moral are two and not one.

    My thesis, then, is that genuine forgiveness is conditional in its being and in its justifiability.


  • Leftist Omni-Politicization

    For the Left, everything is either political or to be politicized, including that which is non-political. Take this to its logical extreme and you end up with 'woke' mathematics. This reductio ad absurdum will cause a sane person to reject the premise. The sane will point out that some things, by their very nature, cannot be politicized. There is nothing political about the Poisson distribution or Rolle's theorem.

    Will the leftist back off? Hell no, he will deny that anything has a nature, and affirm that everything is subject to social construction. For example, a typical leftist will state that a conservative black is a traitor to his race. Now that makes no sense. 'Traitor' is a political notion; 'race' is not. Race is not like political affiliation. You can quit your party, and if you are a Democrat you should; you can't, however, quit your race. Not even Rachel Dolezal could pull it off.

    Being a leftist, however, means that you don't have to make sense. Herewith, a case of 'leftist privilege',' to give it a name.


  • The Differences between Me and You

    I'm sensitive, you're touchy.  I'm firm,  you are pigheaded.  Frugality in me is cheapness in you.  I am open-minded, you are empty-headed.  I am careful, you are obsessive.  I am courageous while you are as reckless as a Kennedy.  I am polite but you are obsequious.  My speech is soothing, yours is unctuous.  I am earthy and brimming with vitality while you are crude and bestial.  I'm alive to necessary distinctions; you are a bloody hairsplitter.  I'm conservative, you're reactionary.  I know the human heart, but you are a misanthrope.  I love and honor my wife while you are uxorious.  I am focused; you are monomaniacal.

    In me there is commitment, in you fanaticism.  I'm a peacemaker, you're an appeaser.  I'm spontaneous, you're just undisciplined.  I'm neat and clean; you are fastidious.  In me there is wit and style, in you mere preciosity.  I know the value of a dollar while you are just a miser.  I cross the Rubicons of life with resoluteness while you are a fool who burns his bridges behind him.  I do not hide my masculinity, but you flaunt yours.  I save, you hoard.  I am reserved, you are shy.  I invest, you gamble.  I am a lover of solitude, you are a recluse.

    I have a hearty appetite; you are a glutton.  A civilized man, I enjoy an occasional drink; you, however, must teetotal to avoid becoming a drunkard.  I'm witty and urbane, you are precious.  I am bucolic, you are rustic.  I'm original, you are idiosyncratic. I am principled, you are doctrinaire.  I am precise, you are pedantic.

    And those are just some of the differences between me and you. 


  • Why Did Thomas Aquinas Leave his Summa Theologiae Unfinished?

    Burnout or visio mystica?


  • A Couple of Venice Characters I Met While Working for Manpower

    Bill Keezer e-mails re: my  Manpower post:

    I think it would be good for all young men somewhere in their early years to have to work for Manpower. It might give them more appreciation of what they have. It also might teach them something useful. I remember my various Manpower stints with some pleasure. I worked hard at a variety of jobs, learned a number of things I might not have, and felt like I earned my money. That’s not all bad.

    I agree entirely, Bill, though your "with pleasure" I would qualify.  It is not pleasant to be bossed around by inferior specimens of humanity, but that can and does happen when you are at the bottom of the labor pool.  But working Manpower grunt jobs  was well worth it, if not for the money, then for the experiences and the characters I met.

    Venice_california-minOne cat, Larry Setnosky, was a failed academic, known in the seedy bars we'd hit after work as 'The Professor.'  A doctoral student in history, he never finished his Ph. D.  He lived in Venice, California, with a couple of other marginal characters, rode a motorcycle, wore a vest with no shirt underneath.  He'd write articles and then file them away. He was just too wild and crazy to submit to the academic discipline necessary to crank out a thesis and get the degree.  Booze and dope didn't help either.  I still recall his "Nary a stem nor a seed, Acapulco Gold is bad ass weed!"

     

    Ernie Fletcher was one of Setnosky's housemates.  A law school dropout, he was convinced that the system was a "rigged wheel."  When I met him he was in his mid-thirties, an ex-boozer, and warmly in praise of sobriety.  He had sworn off what he called 'tune-ups" but was not averse to watching me "dissipate" as he told me once, not that I did much dissipating.  In point of dissipation I was closer to the Buddha than to the Bukowski end of the spectrum.

    Fletcher was from the Pacific Northwest and had worked as a logger there.  Observing me during Manpower gigs he thought I was a good worker and not "lame" or "light in the ass" as he put it.  So he suggested we head up to Washington State and get logging jobs.  And so we drove 1200 miles up the beautiful Pacific Coast along Highway 1 from Los Angeles to Forks, Washington in my 1963 Karmann Ghia convertible.  Amazing as it is to my present cautious self, we took off the very next day after Ernie suggested the trip to me.  We probably had little more than a hundred bucks between us, but gas in those days was 25 cents a gallon.  On the way we stopped to see Kerouac's friend John Montgomery, who was also a friend of Ernie.  John Montgomery was the Henry Morley of The Dharma Bums and the Alex Fairbrother of Desolation Angels.  (For more on Montgomery see here.)  Unfortunately, when we located Montgomery's house, he wasn't at home.  I've regretted that non-meeting ever since.  Now I hand off to my Journal, volume 5, p. 32:

    Saturday Midday 10 February 1973

    Keroauc AlleyLast Monday left L. A. about 12:00 PM.  Saw [brother] Philip in Santa Barbara, made Santa Cruz that night, stayed in motel after checking out [folk/rock venue] "The Catalyst" and local flophouse.  While passing Saratoga, CA  decided to look up John Montgomery, friend of Ernie's who knew Kerouac and the Beats.  We couldn't get in touch with him.  So on to Frisco, entered the city, became involved in intricate traffic tangles, visited [Lawrence Ferlinghetti's] City Lights Bookstore and Caffe Trieste where I had a cup of espresso.  By the way, in Big Sur visited Ernie's friend Gary Koeppel. [He was bemused to hear from Ernie that I was a Kerouac aficionado. In those days, Kerouac was pretty much in eclipse.  The first of the Kerouac biographies, Ann Charters' was not yet out and Kerouac's 'rehabilitation' was still in the future.] 

    Spent Tuesday night in Dave Burn's trailer in Arcata, CA.  [Dave was the drummer of a couple of bands I was in back in L. A. 1968-1971]  Gave him the two tabs of acid I had in my attache case.  Wednesday morning fixed the headlight (highbeam) which was malfunctioning and for which I received a citation the night before.  Then went to the nearest CHP office and had the citation cleared.  Breakfast at Ramada Inn and then on to Eugene, Oregon.  Dug Taylor's, The New World Coffee House,and Ernie and Larry's old haunt, Maxie's.  Arrived at Ernie's brother-in-law's house at 11:30 PM.  Thursday spent in Eugene.  I bought Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit and Habermas' Knowledge and Human Interests.  Friday morning left early for Forks, Washington, arriving around 6:00 PM.  Presently lodged in Woodland Hotel.  Drinks last night with Ernie and legendary logger,  Jim Huntsman.  Arranged to start working Monday morning.  So far, so good.


  • Just a Number?

    Some say that age is just a number. Well, is temperature just a number too? In Phoenix in July, say? Or is it a number that measures something?

    "It's 115!" "That's just a number; you are only as hot as you feel."


  • Political Hatred: A Look Back at Nixon

    Has any president of the United States been the object of deeper hatred than Donald Trump? Abraham Lincoln perhaps. But in recent decades only Richard Nixon comes close.  Both Nixon and Trump elicit mindless rage, and for similar reasons.  The elites hate both because they have no class.  That's the short answer. For nuance we turn to Paul Johnson's 1988 In Praise of Richard Nixon, which contains a wealth of insights that can be put to use in the present to understand the Trump phenomenon. Here are some excerpts (emphases added, and brief comments in blue):


  • Saturday Night at the Oldies: Winning and Losing

    Hank Williams, You Win Again, 1952.  Jerry Lee Lewis' 1979 interpretation. Flashy, but lacks the authenticity of the original.

    Emmy Lou Harris, If I Could Only Win Your Love

    Allman Bros., Win, Lose or Draw

    Beatles, You're Gonna Lose that Girl

    Beatles, I'm a Loser

    Hank Williams, Lost Highway

    So boys don't you start your ramblin' around/ On this road of sin are you sorrow bound/ Take my  advice or you'll curse the day/ You started rollin' down that lost highway.

    Marty Robbins, Born to Lose

    Steely Dan, Rikki Don't Lose that Number.   Great guitar solo.  It starts at 2:56.

    New Lost City Ramblers, If I Lose, I Don't Care

    Brenda Lee, Losing You


  • Words and Distinctions

    A wise man does not quibble over words, but he insists on distinctions.


  • Retractiones

    My Retractiones category sports but four entries.

    Is that evidence of my intellectual honesty, or does it show a lack of awareness of, or worse, an inability to face, my own errors of fact and judgment?


  • On the Water Front

    When it comes to hydration there are two schools of thought.  I have spoken with medical doctors who claim that it suffices to drink when one is thirsty.  The massage therapists, on the other hand, to a woman recommend the drinking of prodigious quantities of water.

    Now water is the philosopher's drink (Henry David Thoreau) and the via media is his path. So I tread the middle path between the sawbones and the back rubbers. First thing upon arisal is the downing of two 12-ounce glasses of purified water.  That is against my druthers, a half a cup (4 oz) being all I desire at that time of the morning. But I pound 'em down. That is followed by two cups of strong java. A most excellent diuretic! Then a third glass topped with some orange juice — an 80-20 mix — before I leave the house for the morning constitutional which features three episodes of clear micturition, two in the wild, leaning upon my staff, gazing into the Apeiron, the third back at the shack.   And then I maintain the inflow for the rest of the day sipping Perrier and San Pellegrino and the effluent of my reverse osmosis tap. Two more cups of coffee for a total of four for the day. No sugary drinks. And no booze until the weekend. And a moderate quantity of that.

    Your body is a temple, not an amusement park, pace Anthony Bourdain, who brought his nihilist life to a fitting conclusion by hanging himself.

    And if it is a temple, you might want to think twice about defacing it with tattoos, the graffiti of the human body.  Leave the tats to the drunken sailors and rough trade that one might find on the waterfront.


  • The Virtuous are Too Scrupulous to Rouse the People against their Tyrants

    Here:

    Describing Wilkes and two of his allies, Walpole wrote, “This triumvirate has made me often reflect that nations are most commonly saved by the worst men in [them].” Why? Because, he concluded, “The virtuous are too scrupulous to go the lengths that are necessary to rouse the people against their tyrants.”

    Until the coming of The Donald, that had certainly become the case in recent American politics. Until the Orange Menace loosed the fearful lightning of his terrible swift tweets, the “virtuous,” rather battle-fatigued traditional conservative movement—even when controlling both houses of the Congress—had been out-shouted and outmaneuvered by the unholy alliance of a Left-dominated, morally nihilist pop culture and educational establishment, and what is laughably referred to as the “mainstream” media, all nudging an increasingly radicalized Democratic Party further and further to the left.

    There comes a time when a corrective is needed, an outsider self-powered, unowned, and unafraid to kick the asses of the Demo Rats to his Left and expose the fecklessness of the cuckservatives to his Right.  A corrective and a clarifier. No more of the usual Left versus Right. The battle for the soul of America is now a contest between the borderless globalism of the greedy elites and an enlightened nationalism, populist and patriotic.  Hillary versus Donald, to personify it.


  • Train Bound for Nowhere

    Theme music: Kenny Rogers, The Gambler

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  • Asinine Leftist Verbiage

    An incomplete list, and not necessarily in order of inanity, insanity, or asininity.  I will leave it as an exercise for the reader to explain the various ways in which the following offend against clear thought or are otherwise objectionable.

    • Diversity is our strength.
    • That's not who we are.
    • We are all immigrants.
    • Comprehensive immigration reform
    • Institutional racism
    • Traitor to his race
    • Person of color
    • Native American
    • Islamophobia
    • Homophobia
    • Walls are immoral.
    • No person is illegal.
    • Dog whistle
    • Differently abled
    • Mass incarceration
    • Islam is a religion of peace.
    • The police are gunning down black youth.
    • Our democracy
    • Systemic racism
    • Structural racism
    • Environmental racism
    • Health care racism
    • Poverty causes crime.
    • Global warming is the greatest threat to humanity.

  • Gasoline

    I paid $2.99/gal for unleaded regular on 9/30 at a local Shell station.  I usually gas up at Costco where I could have saved around 20 cents per gallon.  I wonder what the poor schmucks in the People's Sanctuary of Californication pay.



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