Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains

  • You Know You Love Her . . .

    . . .  when you find charming in her what would be annoying in others.  


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  • Saturday Night at the Oldies: Songs from a Passage in Thomas McGuane

    Here is a passage from Thomas McGuane, Nothing but Blue Skies, Houghton-Mifflin, 1992, pp. 201-202, to which I have added hyperlinks.

    He [Frank Copenhaver] turned on the radio and listened to an old song called "Big John": everybody falls down a mine shaft; nobody can get them out because of something too big to pry; Big John comes along and pries everybody loose but ends up getting stuck himself; end of Big John.  Frank guessed it was a story of what can happen to those on the top of the food chain.

    On to an oldies station and the joy of finding Bob Dylan: "You've gotta lot of nerve to say you are my friend." No one compares with this guy, thought Frank.  I feel sorry for the young people of today with their stupid fucking tuneless horseshit; that may be a generational judgment but I seriously doubt it.  Frank paused in his thinking , then realized he was suiting up for his arrival in Missoula.  In a hurricane of logging trucks, he heard, out of a hole in the sky the voice of Sam Cooke: "But I do know that I love you." Frank began to sweat.  "And I know that if you love me too, what a wonderful world this would be."

    [. . .]

    All the little questions. Will they lose interest when you go broke? Sam Cooke: "Give me water, my work is so hard."  What work? Tough to believe both Sam Cooke and Otis Redding are dead.

    Wandering the Sam Cooke wing of the musty mausoleum of moldy oldies, we may as well cue up Bring It On Home to Me and Cupid.

    Literary Addendum

    My go-to literary guys, one dead, the other alive, D. G. Myers and Patrick Kurp respectively,  have little to say about McGuane. Myers says nothing while Kurp reports, "I do remember reading the early novels of Thomas McGuane but I couldn’t tell you a thing about them."

    Well, there are novels like that. I am now thinking of a novel I read a few years ago by a female, competently done, but I can't remember her name, or the title: forgettable and forgotten. To tell the truth, most of us will soon be forgotten no matter what we write or how well we write it: we're lucky if a few read us now. But if you are writing in the right spirit, it ought to be a matter of indifference to you whether you are read or not. Kerouac at one point spoke of "self-ultimacy." 

    One novel I've never forgotten I read well over a half-century ago while an undergraduate. It made the cut at Myers' place, where we find:

    Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina (Serbo-Croatian, 1945; English, 1959). Anyone still interested in the former Yugoslavia must read two books—Rebecca West’s magisterial two-volume travel book Black Lamb and Grey Falcon (1941) and the masterpiece of Serbian literature, published four years later. Compared to One Hundred Years of Solitude for its multi-generational sweep, Andrić’s novel is a hundred pages shorter, scrupulously avoids the magic in magical realism, and might be more accurately described as The Painted Bird with a conscience.


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  • Another Reason to Pity Leftists

    Leftists lack self-awareness. (That is what is called a generic statement.) They claim, against the evidence of his first term, that Donald J. Trump is a 'fascist,' a dictator, etc.  This is pure projection. Projection is a psychological defense mechanism. Not willing to admit their own totalitarian tendencies, lefties block them from view by projecting them into Trump, thereby displaying a remarkable lack of psychological self-transparency. A member of the MavPhil commentariat nails it:

    Memo to the Left:

    DJT will be a dictator? You don't say ! 

    Maybe Donald Trump will: forbid me to use tungsten light bulbs, take away my gas stove, force me to drive an electric car, outlaw my propane-fired forced air house heater, and make me rewire my house for electric heat, to the tune of thousands of dollars, and force me to use [invented] "pronouns," and thus unwillingly participate in another's mental illness ! [As when a confused teenage girl, under peer-group pressure, lacking critical-thinking skills, allows herself to be surgically mutilated so as to change her 'gender.']

    You mean Trump will be a dictator like that?

    Really ?

    Further question: should we pity leftist fools or hate them? Hate has its uses. It energizes and inspires ameliorative action in a way that pity does not. Is there not such a thing as righteous anger? That's a rhetorical question, a declarative in the guise of an interrogative. It declares: there is such a thing as righteous anger!

    Pity or hate? If they are projecting, then perhaps pity is the appropriate response. But many if not most of these bastards are lying. Truth, we know, is not a leftist value. Ergo, etc.


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  • Another School Shooting

    And so, predictably, the gun-grabbers will howl. Their howling is music to my ears and your signal to buy more guns, ammo, supplies, to pay range fees, training fees, and so on and so forth.  

    This is something concrete that you can easily do and it makes a difference.  It puts money in the hands of firearms manufacturers (and their suppliers and subsidiaries) entities which fund the NRA and other lobbying groups who defend 2A against the totalitarian shites of Swamp Land. 

    You cannot reason with gun-grabbing fools. They do not inhabit the plane of reason.  We of the Coalition of the Sane and the Reasonable  have all the best arguments; they don't have jack. 'Jack' is elliptical for 'jack shit,' an urban quantifier if you will. It means 'anything.'  A curious linguistic bagatelle: 'squat,' 'diddly squat,' 'shit,' 'jack shit,' 'jack' — all have uses as 'urban quantifiers,' a phrase I just now coined.  But you won't find these quantifiers in any logic book, which is yet another reason why you need my blog.

    As for the school and other shootings, we of the aforementioned coalition are against them, and recommend that existing laws be enforced, something that won't happen as long as Dementocrats have power.

    Start with Hunter Biden.  But see this Reason piece for a contrary view.


  • Are Most Muslims Terrorists?

    And what is a terrorist?

    Top o' the Stack. Long but good. I go out on some limbs. Saw 'em off if you can. 


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  • Crises There Will Always Be

    I cite the example of Nicolai Hartmann in a Substack entry from March, 2022.

    So buck up and fight on. Philosophy is a great consolation. We lesser lights ought to look up to the luminaries, and their example. Boethius wrote in prison, Nicolai Hartmann in Berlin in 1945 in the midst of the Allied assault.

    We won't give up and we won't give in. We will battle the bastards that are out to destroy our Republic.  But the wise among us know that this world is a vanishing quantity and that to expend all one's energies in the defense of the fleeting finitudes of the here and now is folly. There are things worth living for that transcend the passing scene. So apportion your time accordingly.  


  • Annus Horribilis in Excelsis

    That is what 2024 is shaping up to be. Ben Shapiro:

    All of which means that 2024 is going to be the most insane and ugly presidential election in American history. And that’s saying a lot, since 1968 and 2020 are both years that existed. Under what circumstances, precisely, would Democrats accept the result of a Trump election? Under what circumstances, precisely, would Republicans accept the result of a Biden election?

    The weaponization of the legal system creates an all-consuming fire, burning everything in its path. There is simply no 2024 result likely to result in anything but complete—and perhaps violent—chaos at this point.

    One quibble, though. Shapiro ignores an important difference between Democrats and Republicans. The Dems, not inaptly describable as successor commies, are under party discipline: you can expect them all to toe the party line. There is no counterpart of the RINO among them. The Republicans, by contrast, are lousy with RINOs and cuckservative lapdogs of the Left.

    To put it in terms of political 'circularity': the Dems circle the wagons while the Repubs favor the circular firing squad. And the Libertarians (Losertarians)? They expend themselves in the circle jerk.

    Since Dementocrat scum will do anything to stop Trump, I predict that they will succeed, even if they have to 'raise' John Gotti to do so. And the Republicans, 'conservatives' who manage to conserve nothing, will acquiesce in the result and go back to writing learned articles about the Constitution and the rule of law.

    Please disagree with me on this. I don't want to believe it. 

    Happy New Year!

    (Since some of you suffer from irony deficiency, I mean that ironically. I will be happy to explain the pun too, if that is necessary.)


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  • The Greatest Temptation

    Resist it.


  • Journalistic Bias

    A spectacularly clear example:

    WASHINGTON (AP) — The downfall of Harvard’s president has elevated the threat of unearthing plagiarism, a cardinal sin in academia, as a possible new weapon in conservative attacks on higher education.

    Exercise for the reader: explain the bias.


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  • 2024: The Year of Reckoning

    Victor Davis Hanson explains why.

    Are you ready?  Or are you a pollyanna like the foolish Israeli woman who didn't see or want to see what was coming and easily predictable?


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  • Claudine Gay Resigns

    Good riddance

    Gay, Magill and Massachusetts Institute of Technology President Sally Kornbluth testified before a U.S. House of Representatives committee on Dec. 5 about a rise in antisemitism on college campuses following the outbreak of the Israel-Hamas war in October.

    The trio declined to give a definitive "yes" or "no" answer to Republican Representative Elise Stefanik's question as to whether calling for the genocide of Jews would violate their schools' codes of conduct regarding bullying and harassment, saying they had to balance it against free speech protections.

    Elise Stefanik is the hero here, a profile in civil courage. Anyone who thinks that the right to free speech includes the right to incite violence is a moral defective.

    More than 70 U.S. lawmakers signed onto a letter demanding that the governing boards of the three universities remove the presidents, citing dissatisfaction with their testimony.

    However, Gay received support from some of her colleagues at Harvard. Several hundred faculty members last month signed a petition asking school administrators to not bend to political pressure to fire the school's president over her testimony.

    Gay has also been hit with accusations of plagiarism. She planned to submit three corrections to her 1997 dissertation after a committee investigating plagiarism allegations against her found that she had made citation errors, a university spokesperson said.
     
    Is it surprising that faculty at Harvard have such low academic standards and consider plagiarism a peccadillo, if even that, when POTUS is a brazen and proven plagiarist and his wife 'Dr.' Jill Biden's dissertation is garbage? As the saying goes "The fish stinks from the head." 
     
    Joey B really does set the tone, or rather the odor, of his entire malodorous mal-administration and the rest of the nation. Another prime mover of mendacity is the brazen liar and Orwellian truth-twister, Alejandro "The border is secure" Mayorkas, Director of — wait for it — Homeland Security. 

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  • Cat and Man

    From the journal of a cat man.

    The cat is happy to reside within his limits: he does not aspire. He is incapable of hubris. There are no feline tragedies. A cat can be miserable, and so can a man, but only a man can be wretched. A man is an animal, but an abyss separates him from the other animals. It is this abyssal difference between man and animal, a difference appreciated from Genesis to Heidegger, that justifies the distinction between animalic misery, which man shares with animals, and spiritual wretchedness, which he does not.

    Fear and anxiety

    A cat can experience fear (Furcht), but he cannot experience anxiety (Angst). I borrow Heidegger's terms for a distinction already to be found in Kierkegaard. The cat, however, experiences fear and does not merely exhibit fear-behavior: an animal is not a machine. Philosophical behaviorism is as false of  the cat as of the man. A cat can feel and show fear and other emotions just as a man can. 'Just as a man can' does not mean to the same degree or in the same way as a man can; it means that both man and cat feel and show fear and other emotions. Both suffer and enjoy mental states. Cartesius take note.

    But a man can fake emotion-exhibiting behavior without feeling the corresponding emotions. This is beyond the cat.  He cannot dissemble, not because he is sincere, but because he is beneath dissemblance and sincerity.

    Respect

    A cat can neither feel nor show respect. A man can feel respect, show respect, but also dissimulate by faking respect. Do I respect my cats? If respect is of persons, then I respect them at best analogously: cats are not persons. Some of us have and express self-respect; no cat does either. Since a cat cannot respect himself, he cannot disrespect himself. Respect is connected with standards and norms and ideals that a man feels himself to be under and beholden to. 

    Ideals and time

    Having no ideals, the cat does not face the problem of false ideals. This is because he does not strive or aspire. His life is not a project in pursuit of Jungian individuation or any other form of self-integration. He remains within his natural limits in the moment. He cannot feel anxiety in the face of death, for he has no future. But he also has no past. He abides in the abode of the Now. He cannot, however, experience this Now as a nunc stans, the standing Now of eternity. For he is time-bound to the core. A man, as a spiritual being, is not time-bound to the core: he is not spiritually bound to any particular time, and he is not spiritually bound to time in general. Man is a pan-optic, syn-optic spirit, capable of surveying the entire ontological 'scene' including himself and everything  else. He is "a spectator of all time and existence." (Plato)

    But he is at the same 'time' — speaking analogically — embedded in the biotic. For he too is an animal.  He is a spiritual animal. No cat is a spiritual animal. And so no cat shares the human predicament. Life for a man is a predicament, not a mere condition.  'Predicament' suggests a state that is unsatisfactory, problematic, transitional: not a status finalis, but a status viatoris. 'Predicament' suggests a condition from which we need to be released or saved if we are to become what we most truly are. Man is homo viator, on the way, spiritually speaking. A cat may be on the prowl, but no cat is on the way. No cat is  in statu viae. A pilgrimage is a physical analog of a man's being metaphysically on the way. But no cat makes a pilgrimage. For what could be his Mecca, his Jerusalem, his Santiago de Compostela? Buddy the cat may be on the road, but he is not on the way.

    Buddy the cat on the road

    I said that the cat abides in the abode of the Now, but not the standing Now, but the moving Now. That is not to say that he experiences the nunc movens, the moving Now: if he did he would feel regret for the past and both hope and fear for the future. Have you ever met a regretful cat, or a hopeful one?

    Self-degradation

    Unlike a man, a cat cannot degrade himself. This is because he is an animal merely, unlike a man who is a strange hybrid of animal and spirit. Belonging to both orders, a man is neither an animal merely nor a spirit merely.

    And so he is a riddle to himself. The human condition is a predicament; the animalic condition is not. A man asks: What am I? and Who am I? These are two different questions that no cat poses.

    Rights

    Do cats and other non-human animals have rights? Here is a quick little argument contra. Rights and duties are correlative: whatever has rights has duties. No cat has duties; ergo, no cat has rights. But if so, then no cat has a right to life or a right not to be harmed which would induce in us the obligation not to harm him. Does it follow therefrom that it is morally permissible to torture a cat? Kant faces the difficulty. Jonathan Birch:

    Kant himself grapples with this problem in the Metaphysics of Morals (Kant 1797/2017) although he does not, I think, appreciate its gravity. He offers a partial solution: we may not owe obligations to animals, but we can have obligations in regard to animals that we owe to ourselves. The idea is that, in torturing animals, killing them inhumanely, hunting them for sport or treating them without gratitude, one acts without due respect for one’s own humanity. Why? Because mistreating animals dulls one’s “shared feeling of their suffering and so weakens and gradually uproots a natural predisposition that is very serviceable to morality in one’s relations with other human beings” (Kant 1797/2017, 6:433).

    Kant’s position is not simply that in mistreating animals I make myself more likely to wrong other people. It is rather that, in mistreating animals, I violate a duty I owe to myself by weakening my disposition for “shared feeling”, or empathy. From the formula of humanity (discussed in more detail in the next section), I have a duty to cultivate morally good dispositions, and I violate this duty if I erode dispositions that are “serviceable to morality”. This has come to be known as the “indirect duty” view.

    More on this later, perhaps. I will  give Schopenhauer the last word:

    Schopenkatze

    To which I add: A man who is gratuitously cruel to men is not a man at all but a demon. Homo homini lupus does not capture the depravity to which humans can sink. Man is not a wolf to man, but a demon to man.

    It is perfectly stupid to refer to a human savage, such as a Hamas terrorist, as an animal. Again, no  animal has the power of self-degradation: that is a spiritual power.


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  • Is the Real a Tricycle?

    Had enough of doom and gloom, politics and perfidy? Try this Substack article on for size. 

    I examine a point of dispute between Alvin Plantinga and John Hick,  two distinguished contributors to the philosophy of religion.

    The Substack article also relates to my earlier discussion with Tom the Canadian, here.

    (I am protective of my commenters, especially the young guys; I don't demand that they use their real and/or full names.  I don't want  them to get in trouble with the thought police. Never underestimate the scumbaggery of leftists.)


  • Jewish Disproportionality!

    Warsaw Ghetto Meme

    Not even the Hamas sexual atrocities recounted on the basis of a NYT report by Alex Berenson justify Jewish disproportionality:

    On Thursday, The New York Times recounted in awful detail the sexual atrocities the men of Gaza committed during Hamas’s October 7 raid into Israel.

    I know Jeffrey Gettleman, who had the piece’s lead byline. He is a serious reporter who served with distinction for many years in Africa. He doesn’t exaggerate.

    Which is good, because the Times’s descriptions of these crimes nearly beggar belief. They go beyond rape, or gang rape, or even the execution of prisoners. As described by witnesses who survived, and confirmed by video and forensic evidence, Hamas’s attackers turned murder and torture into can-you-top-this sport:

    The first victim she said she saw was a young woman with copper-color hair, blood running down her back, pants pushed down to her knees. One man pulled her by the hair and made her bend over. Another penetrated her, Sapir said, and every time she flinched, he plunged a knife into her back.

    Every time she flinched, he plunged a knife into her back.

    Moral equivalence, anyone?


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  • New Year’s Eve at the Oldies: ‘Last’ Songs for the Last Day of the Year

    Happy New Year, everybody. Not that there is much to be happy about. As as our great republic approaches its end, whether with a whimper or a bang remaining to be seen, Irving Berlin's "The Song is Ended" seems an appropriate way to convey the thought that happiness in the coming year is more likely to be found by an inner path.  "Take your happiness while you may." Here's a hipster version, my favorite.

    Last Night, 1961, The Mar-Keys.

    Last Date, 1960, Floyd Cramer. It was bliss while it lasted. You were so in love with her you couldn't see straight. But she didn't feel the same. You shuffle home, enter your lonely apartment, pour yourself a stiff one and put Floyd Cramer on the box. You were young. Custodia cordis was not in your vocabulary, let alone in your life. Years had to pass before it entered both, and serenitas cordis supervened. 

    Save the Last Dance for Me, 1960, The Drifters.

    At Last, Etta James.

    Last Thing on My Mind, Doc Watson sings the Tom Paxton tune. A very fine version.

    Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream, Simon and Garfunkel. 

    Last Call, Dave van Ronk.  "If I'd been drunk when I was born, I'd be ignorant of sorrow."

    (Last night I had) A Wonderful Dream, The Majors. The trick is to find in the flesh one of those dream girls. Some of us got lucky.

    This night in 1985 was Rick Nelson's last: the Travelin' Man died in a plane crash. 

    It's Up to You.

    The Nelson sons here jam with Nelson's legendary sideman, James Burton, master of the Telecaster.

    Burton with Orbison and Co. Burton cuts loose at 2:42. There ensues a duel with Bruce Springsteen.

    Burton with Elvis.

    Bonus: Last Chance Harvey.

    Last but not least: Auld Lang Syne.

    Not enough nostalgia? Try this.


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