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Shouldn’t that be, I’ll just wait for the next Bill Whittle essay? ;->

That same thing happened to me, no wonder I got white hair, now where’s that can of black helmet aerosol?

He chose…poorly.

Tribes was perhaps a bit long.

From one of our Tribe.
Here’s a thought from wretchard:
http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/10/10/the-end/

“Something called the Singularity Summit was taking place at the very time the doctrine of end-of-life care was being sold and the need to cut back on human numbers for the sake of Gaia was being touted. How can these two universes coexist at one and the same historical moment? These first years of the 21st century have somehow taken humanity and in particular America, to a crossroads. Before it, one road goes back to the Bolshevist, collectivist past. Another leads to the planets, to new sources of energy and eventually, the stars. The road backward leads to a new aristocracy, old but ever stylish in an sterile way; and the other to a world in which greater freedom than hitherto imaginable is possible.

We have the privilege of being in the middle of a wrangle over which path to follow. The aristocrats have got themselves a front man; and I think it is the measure of their desperation that they’ve hidden behind the halt, the lame and the historically disadvantaged to conceal an agenda which is fundamentally based on permanent privilege. They are in fancy dress; as the courtiers at Versailles once used to dress as shepherds; as genuine an article as Bill Ayers is a “man of the people”.

Despair should be the furthest thing from our minds, though the real dangers must always be before us. Dickens put it best: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way.”

This strange chiaroscuro is always the characteristic of revolutionary times. Everything is on a knife’s edge and every man’s effort counts. That’s how it must have been at all the times that really mattered. Well, which will it be? The Bolshevik past or the stars?

Delicious!

I miss his huge essays, they were always worth reading and (I guess) worth waiting for. Hopefully he won’t find internet television too corrupting.

I am with physics geek, it should have been “I’ll sit and wait for the next Bill Whittle essay”…..

ah, but time flies…

The eyes!…It always starts with the eyes!
Bill, ya gotta admit: for come-back value, that image was priceless! BTW, before I saw you on Trifecta, I didn’t know that sense of humor applied in discussions about the state of affairs in this country. And then I saw this “supermarket tabloid” -type waste of wood pulp which shall go unnamed: Big snit erupts between Oprah and MO over the olympics fail. I started laughing- composed myself…the cashier asked me to swipe…I started laughing again…tears formed and ran down my cheeks and I had to be escorted from the store. Very embarrassing that.

Truth hurts, doesn’t it?

J.

Bill’s blog is worth reading… I think the artist got it wrong… No zombies here… They’re over at (website deleted to avoid flames)…