Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Saturday, May 31, 2008

Get RREAL!

Seriously, follow the link, and check them out.  They seem like a real good group.

Saturday, May 31, 2008 10:16:45 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Friday, May 30, 2008

The right kind of wrong?

WRONG!

 

The RIGHTEST kind of wrong.

 

 

You know...the cleft-chinned, square-jawed, unruly-haired, lopsided-grinning, sensitive-tough-guy, piercing-blue-eyed, Intergalactic-Man-Whore kind of wrong. :-)

Friday, May 30, 2008 8:34:23 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Wednesday, May 28, 2008

OK...so let me get this straight...

Dunkin' Doughnuts pulls an ad because one of the actors appearing in it is wearing a scarf, and some shreiking harpie has a fever dream that it looks like a Kaffeiya...even though it looks nothing like a Kaffieya...

But Ford Motor company can openly and outright say in their ad that free speech should be denied to 14% of the population because of their beliefs and it is hailed as a victory for free speech?

huh?

Folks, you can say whatever you want to but don't cry and complain when people recognise it as cynically manipulative bullshit.

A woman wearing a scarf and drinking iced coffe is hate speech, but calling for 86% of the population to use their superior numbers to deny the other 14% their right to free speech is "free speech"...

...I call Bullshit!  (I can still do that, right?)

grumble.

(Hat Tips: to Bad Astronomy and Denialism)

Wednesday, May 28, 2008 8:43:48 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [12] |  |  | #
Tuesday, May 27, 2008

 

Discalimer:  This entry will make no sense unless you are a fan of Torchwood, and up-to-date on the Dr. Who universe.  The video will only be funny if you have a warped sense of humor...and even then, you will feel guilty for laughing.  Sorry.  I can't be alone in my Schadenfreude.  The Scott Lively connection is just one of those random association firings that my brain subjects me too...but if you can't mock the Rev. Scott Lively, who CAN you mock?

 

 

OK, a while ago I heard about the Rev. Scott Lively, and his book The Pink Swastika and I thought "Who the hell would buy this?  It's ridiculous.  It's completely craven, ahistorical re-imagining at it's most cynically manipulative.  I've seen sand-choked engines run more smoothly than this guy's logic."

But then I see this, and I realize the horrible truth!

NSFW  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!   (seriously, the ways in which this is not safe for work defy numbering gravity description)

 

Also, my understanding of the German langauge is even worse than I thought!

 

Tuesday, May 27, 2008 8:59:36 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [5] |  |  |  |  | #
Thursday, May 22, 2008

Yesterday I took out our old, broken-down kitchen faucet (I was the only one in the household who still had the “Fonzie touch”, and could work it), and replaced it with a shiny new one.

Well, I had SOME help.  I was going to do it all myself, and I had begun to… I turned off the water supply under the sink and disconnected the faucet from the shut-off valves.

 

Then, I got my head-and-shoulders under the sink and began to try to remove the nut that kept the old faucet stuck to the sink.

As you might know, it was awkward.  I had to twist my head just so to get it under the drain pipe where it ran out from the garbage disposal, performed a goose-neck, and then turned and ran into the wall.  There were two angles that I could use to attack the problem:  option one was crappy, and option two was a giant flying whirlpool of suck.

I went with option one, and began to remove the nut, one quarter turn at a time.  I didn’t have a real good angle, so I ended up jigging the sink, a lot.  Some old rusty crap rained down on me.

Since I am a former farm girl, I luckily had my mouth shut tightly, and I was just congratulating myself on not getting nasty old bits of rusty sink-crud in my teeth, when one of those bits of crud started scrambling down my neck.

I stifled a girly little shriek, twisted minutely, but vigorously, and gave a flip of my hand.  A spider flew off my neck, landed on the bottom of the cabinet, and scurried to the safety of a small, dark hole in the corner.  I went back to working, only to find that I needed two sets of hands for this next bit, because I needed someone to keep the assembly up-top from turning.

So I called Rocky in for moral support.  When he’s home, he’s always happy to take a short break to lend a hand like this, and though I probably could have found some way to do it myself, I wanted an extra pair of hands.

 

I know some feminists will ridicule me for this, but I never claimed to be a feminist…so there.

I’m just sayin’ – Spider!  ‘nuff said.

A little bit of team-work had the old faucet removed in no-time.  Luckily, I got under-the-sink-duty, because several small but potent drips of rusty sink-crud-laden water still needed to fall after all the jiggling and jolting to get the old faucet disconnected, and Rocky needed to go to a meeting.

Rocky was kind enough to say that he thought that girls with rusty sink-crud drips on their face looked sort of cute.  He was even convincing.

Then he had to leave for his meeting, and I figured all the old spiders were safely in hiding by then anyway.  I got the new faucet assembled and installed in no-time…except…it was leaking.  I tried to figure out where the leak was coming from, but it is difficult to turn the water off-and-on and look where the water is coming from at the same time, so I called our friend Eric.

He came right over and we found the problem.  One of the connectors had some debris in it from the factory.

Eric said “Do you have some tweezers?”

“I’m forty years old and a natural brunette…do I currently look like Groucho Marks?”

“Uh…no.”  Eric replied. 

“Then of COURSE I have a tweezers.”

The debris was promptly removed, the hose re-connected, and viola!  Perfectly working new faucet.

It was time for me to leave to get to go teach my Wednesday class, so I “thanked” Eric by giving him enough time to pick up his tools before hustling him out the front door, rounded up my boys (who are assisting me) and ran off to teach.

Today, we drill a hole to allow for the installation of my soap-dispenser.  Woo Hoo!  Soap dispenser!

Thursday, May 22, 2008 12:34:33 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I went to Home Despot today to get some necessary items for home improvement (new kitchen faucet) and yard improvement (cedar mulch I know, I just bought some…but I needed more).

As I was loading everything into the van, a grey-haired older lady walked up to me, and said:

“Oh my goodness!  Did you load all of that yourself?!”

I thought “Gee, what do those bags weigh? 20 lbs? I didn’t even notice.”

I said, “Yes.”

And then…

…I shit you not…

She reached out her hand, grabbed my upper arm, and felt my muscles.

“Wow!  You’re doing great!  And at your age too!  Keep it up!”

And then she walked off while my brain spun little hamster circles for a while trying to figure out what happened.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008 9:21:38 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [5] |  |  | #
Thursday, May 15, 2008

There’s this guy whose selling tee-shirts with a picture of curious George on them, and the caption:  Obama in ‘08.

 

Some people are objecting to that based on the idea that it is racist.  Seems to me, that, given the vocabulary of racist speech, it sure looks like the intent of the tee-shirt is racist.

I mean, it is not uncommon in history to refer to non-whites as “monkeys”, or to imply that they are of various “kinds” that are just above monkeys on a hierarchy of beings with Aryans at the top.

If you look at Hitler’s assertion in Mein Kampf, and other examples of the idea that each species only produces its own “kind”*, and read racist literature about the “unnatural” nature of “hybridization” (mating two different species to create a hybrid…like crossing horses and donkeys to produce mules), you can see how comparing Obama to a chimp could be called hate speech.  It could easily be seen as tapping into those old "heirarchy of creation" ideas and implying that Obama is part of some hierarchy of creation  where being a black man puts him just above chimp, but far below a white man.

Then again, I got much amusement from that one website that compared pictures of president Bush to pictures of chimps…and while there’s not a lot of historical precedent for comparing whites to being just above chimps on the pre-natural selection  hierarchical scale of creation…it was certainly mean-spirited and tasteless.  The fact that it’s not part of a long-standing hate tradition doesn’t really help a lot.

The guy producing the tee-shirt says it wasn’t intended to be part of the “each kind produces its own kind” top-down structure of racial bigotry tradition, but was instead merely of the “say something randomly insulting about your political opposition” school like what they did when they compared Bush to a chimp.

So, what do you think?  Hateful?  Or merely rude and tasteless? 

*the current incarnation is called “microevolution”.  Like Hitler, the Intelligent Design people assert that there is no common descent relationship between species, only improvability within species.  Most of the IDiots currently seem to reject the idea that the different human “races” are different species…and they also seem to reject the idea of artificial improvability…so it’s nice to know they agree with Darwinian theory on those two points anyway.

 

Oh yeah, and can someone go over here and tell me if Michael Medved's take on genetics is as warped as PZ Myers says it is?  PZ has some quotes and it seems as though Medved is making a case for the genetic superiority of white Americans because our ancestors came here due to their capacity for risk-takeing (not desperation, not deportation, not the economic incentives offered by some governments), and blacks were brought here by force.

It's unbelieveable to me that a fellow at the Discovery Institute would have such a poor understanding of genetics and history..wait...no it isn't.

It is also not unbelievable to me that an IDiots would blame the Holocaust on ideas that have nothing to do with the theory of natural Selection, but attribute them to the theory anyway, and then go on to spout those same ideas to prove how we are superior to other human beings.

How many different ways can one group of men be wrong about the same thing if they are allowed to contradict themselves?  Eventually, they will find the limit.

Thursday, May 15, 2008 6:34:50 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] | #
Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Once again, my friend Sue has done it:  She’s gotten me into trouble, and over my head.

I’ve committed to participate in the Susan G Komen walk for the cure…3 days…sixty miles.

It’s mainly because, when your best friend comes to you and says “I have cancer” and you say “Let me know if there’s anything I can do”…you can’t really renege when she comes up with something…even if it is a grueling three-day walk in September.   Even if it involves sleeping with a stranger in a two-man tent that even the site trying to recruit you describes as “cozy”.

Here’s my personal webpage for the event.  It hasn’t been personalized yet, but the donation button works (nudge nudge).

Here’s the personal website for my team-mate Susy (not to be confused with Sue, who is also on my team, and has met her goal).

Our Team name is “Beautiful Feat”.  Originally, I proposed the name “Oh, my DEAR GOD!  My Feet!  My Feet!  My beautiful feet!”

Most people seemed to think it was really stupid, but nobody came up with anything better, so they shortened it, turned the word “feet” in to a word-play, and  viola!  Clever team name.

When we do a testicular cancer walk, though, I have the perfect team name picked out :  “Not my gum-drop buttons!”

Anyway.

I’d like you to meet my personal trainer, J-dogg.  He’s a real slave-driver.  With him as my coach, I’ll be able to walk to Tibet.  Not that I’d want to walk to Tibet:

 

 

But I’ve got a problem.

In order to do this, I have to raise $2,200 in donations.

That’s where you come in, gentle readers.

It is time to bring you and *the begging* together in the same place.  I don’t ask much of you.  I don’t put ads up here to make money, and I don’t make personal demands upon you except for the occasional participation event (which most of you ignore anyway).

I know you’re out there.  I see the hit counts, and I can count subscribers on the newsreader sites…so don’t pretend you can’t hear me.  Please, please Pleeeeeese contribute to  my fundraising account.

And those of you who keep coming here off of Google searches for “Wookie Scrotum”…

…I think you get enough amusement just from that alone to make it worth a ten-spot.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008 11:14:09 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] |  | #

Roxeanne de Luca is the nom de plume of a young conservative woman that I've come to think of as a "blog friend".

We disagree on many things, but I can usually see her perspective, if not agree with it.

However, she just wrote an entry describing Phyllis Schlafly as a feminist.

Um...what again?

That's Phyllis Schalfly.  You didn't read that wrong.

Now, I don't have quite the antipathy for her of, say, Harlan Ellison, who had a gargoyle sculpted with her face on it and placed it on his roof...and who, in his hyperbolic way declaired his determination to run her over if she ever appeared in his headlights.  I think she's had a useful role in our society.  Mostly, she has been an excellent demonstration of the ugliness of gay-baiting, and she does a fantastic job of painting a vivid picture of the "Kinder, Kuche, Kirche" agenda of the traditionalist wing of the conservative world-view.

Nobody defined the idea of anti-feminism quite as clearly as she did. 

Roxeanne seems to view her a forging and alternative direction for feminism.  But that's not at all the sum of Schlafly's legacy.  The whole driving point of her whole career is to roll back the clock to limit women to a few traditional ways to gain power:  as the "little mothers" of infantile husbands, catering and enabeling fragile machismo so that it can be exploited and manipulated; as nagging scolds in some bizzare tyrrany of the helpless; or (if they have them) relying on their feminine charms for manipulation.

She more embodies for me the idea that a "lady" should have "beauty, brains and breeding" to be a better orniment for her man and a better help to his hand.  (Where am I remembering that from?  Seriously, I dont know...and a quick Goggle search didn't turn it up.)

This doesn't even go into the historical lot of women who didn't have a family honor (opportunity for "lady" status) to protect them, and which they, in turn, were required to protect with their "virtue".

The fact that she excused herself from the limitations she tried to push onto others doesn't make her a feminist.  I think there's actually another word for that.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008 6:54:37 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, May 12, 2008

When will the hurting stop?

 

I know, I go there, I watch it.  Nobody is holding a gun to my head.  And certainly, nobody is forcing me to put it up here for you to watch...

...so why do I keep doing it?

 

I blame Erudite Redneck

Monday, May 12, 2008 12:01:51 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] | #
Saturday, May 10, 2008

I realize that Dr. Jackson's talent, grace-under-pressure, uber-coolness, and bespecled sexiness can inspire resentment in lesser individuals but come on, let's not be so catty about it.  It only makes YOU look small.

Instead, why don't you go out, get yourself a team of professional writers, a mittful of advanced degrees in esotaric subjects, and fantastic make-up artistry and lighting.  Then you wouldn't have to feel so jealous.

Oh, and by the way, Daniel Jackson speaks 26 languages.

So there.

 

Saturday, May 10, 2008 6:29:57 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #

And just so we're clear, this is an example of who I AM talking about when I referr to "Wacky Fundies".

http://www.madison.com/wsj/mad/breaking_news/285609

<shudder>

(Hat tip:  Pharyngula)

This begs the question:  Do I think religion MAKES people crazy?  No, not necessarily.  But I think, in too many cases, people allow their religion to make an end run around a little custom of the human race called "the reality check".  And this allows the crazy to grow.

Religion is given a free pass in our society, and there's nothing we can really do about that because laws compelling the concience should be kept to the essential minimum, and that includes religion.

But my God people, when denial of reality becomes an article of faith, things can get downright dangerous.

And when you combine that with a political agenda, it's monstrous.

It makes people capable of things that they later have to work really hard to ammend history and try to blame on atheists, because they can't accept that religion had any part in it.

Saturday, May 10, 2008 5:40:11 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Friday, May 09, 2008

I'd like to call your attention to a few new blogs in the blogroll.

I've added some religious blogs, as examples of who I am NOT talking about in my "wacky fundies" posts.

Erudite Redneck    - wacky (in a good way) not fundie.

God & Life            - Fundie - not wacky

Monastic Mumbligs - Not fundie, not wacky (yet strangely, still interesting)

The Watering Hole  -also not fundie, and not wacky

Friday, May 09, 2008 7:26:33 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Thursday, May 08, 2008

Ya know, It frightens me a little bit, but for some reason, I just totally relate to this scene.

:-)

 

 

Thursday, May 08, 2008 12:04:45 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #

Yesterday I had to run up to the Home Despot to meet my Sifu and hand off some sashes that he needed to give to some students of mine who are transferring over to his class due to a scheduling conflict.

The Home Despot is near his work, and I had to pick up some mulch.

After handing off the sashes, I wandered into the Home Despot and found the piles of cedar mulch.  Naturally, the brand I wanted was behind a pile of other stuff, so it was awkward, but I was managing just fine.  I was loading the two cu.ft. bags onto a flat-bed push-cart when I heard:

 “Hey!  Can I give you a hand with that?”

I looked up, and there was a guy with a silver ear-hoop, a buzz cut, and one of the most spectacular tattoos I’ve seen in a while.  The tat was a reproduced photograph of a little Chinese kid surrounded by wood grain, and illuminated by gothic script, which I couldn’t read, ‘cause the guy’s arm kept moving while he ignored my assertion that I was doing fine on my own, and pushed past me to begin loading the bags.

“Nice tat”, I said, “Is that of anyone in particular?”

“Yes.  It’s a kid I met while I was on a mission trip to China helping out a missionary running an orphanage over there.”

“Oh.  He must be pretty special.”

“Yeah, he was.  You know, all those kids were damaged some way.  I wasn’t comfortable around them.  I’m not proud to say it, but I wondered, ‘where are all the normal kids, why can’t I work with them?  This kid just came up to me the first day and plopped himself down on my lap, and I was like ‘OK, little dude, you’re cool.  He was my little buddy the whole time I was there.  I just loved him so much.”

“That’s really great,” I said…figuring the story was over.

He continued, “Before we left, the missionary went through and told me about the kids, told me their stories, and why they were at the orphanage.  Then he got to my kid, and told me that he’d been born with both male and female parts.  Wow, that was tough, you know, dealing with that.  But God had already worked in my heart by that point, and it didn’t matter.”

“That’s a cool story, thanks for telling me.”

“Yeah, that’s why the Bible verse here.”  He pointed to the script, which I still couldn’t read.

I thought it was a great story.  You know, a lot of people don’t believe that they need God to work in their heart to avoid judgment and express compassion for others.  But a lot of people do.  And my feeling is, if you feel that's what you need to make yourself better personally, you go with your bad self.  Do what you have to do, just get there.  I don't care if you think you need to wear a watermelon on your head to help you be a better human being.  If it works for you, great.  I will bring you fresh watermelons every day to help you.  Just don't try to force one onto my head, and don't turn the term "watermelonless" into a slur.  We'll be cool.

And this man was great, he wasn’t telling me that without religion, I was going to hell.  He wasn’t telling me that without religion I’m incapable of love and compassion (or that while I might be able to have love and compassion, it is meaningless without a “foundation”.)

He was telling me about his personal and meaningful story about how he personally won a victory over judgment, narrow-mindedness, and bigotry…and how the reward was a richer, more loving life.

And it made my day, and quite possibly my life better.

(disclaimer:  please realize that this conversation is recounted from memory, so the words in quotes are not direct quotes, but my best recollection of the conversation)

Thursday, May 08, 2008 6:29:41 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] |  | #
Wednesday, May 07, 2008

For the team I'd like to call "consensual reality".

Robert Beal has been sentanced to ten years in prison.

My next question is:  What do we call someone who self-identifies as a "Christian Libertarian"?

YOU tell 'em Daniel!

 

 

 

Now, if they could just spend that ten years getting him the help he so richly needs, rather than merely punishing him for it.

 

 

Wednesday, May 07, 2008 7:20:34 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, May 05, 2008

hitlerloveschristians.jpg

(Hat Tip: Pharyngula)

Monday, May 05, 2008 10:38:36 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #

I got the following forwarded to me in an e-mail from an older relative.  All I can think of when I read it, is that the person who wrote it thinks that the way to get a better world is to beat our children, teach them that the only reason to participate in community events is to avoid coercive violence, and that they have no choice in when an how to exercise generosity, but must exercise it not out of the goodness of their hearts, but at the end of a belt-strap...and that somehow, this will make them immune to the lure of drugs.

Unfortuanly, my children are doomed to end up as skid-row drug feinds because of my selfish obsession with teaching them to reason, encouraging them to think of others and exercise their empathy, and allowing them to explore the rewards of altruism on their own terms.  Oh, and rely on proper socialization to teach them not to casually engage in profanity.

'course...I had the upbringing described below...and I turned out OK...right?  Right?

 

      The Moms (and Dad's) who Drugged Us

              The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab

Had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county.
He asked me a rhetorical question.
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied, I did have a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community
socials---no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I
disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report
card, did not speak with respect to others, spoke ill of the teacher or the
Preacher or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my
mouth washed out with soap, if I uttered a profanity,
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden
and flower beds or cockleburs out of dad's lawn or fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, 
and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one---
to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and

if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for  

 

this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are

stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and,
If
today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America would be a better place.
 


                                   God bless the parents who drugged us!

Monday, May 05, 2008 8:29:46 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Saturday, May 03, 2008

Jason Bock put this on his blog, and then I saw it, and now I am powerless before the stupid.

 

 

Mandrake roots look just like the human form, so eating them must be good for the whole body, right?

blah.

Saturday, May 03, 2008 8:19:51 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #

We held a fundraiser at my house last night.  Just a little get-to-gether to celebrate my friend Sue completing her cancer treatment, and to raise money for our 3-day walk to raise money for research.

In the middle of the chaos, someone asked me, "Is {Grasshopper} your son?"

Me:  "Uh....yeah?" (you never sure what you are agreeing to take responsibility for with answering this question)

Lady:  "He's soooo sweet!  He came to my son and said 'There's nobody downstairs playing video games, would you like to come down and play with me?'"

Me:  "Oh.  That's nice..."  (Not particularly impressed, being a somewhat observant host is the minimum I expect from my kids in a situation like that)

Lady:  "And then he turned to me and asked 'What is his rating limit?'"

LOL!  Now THAT'S pretty cool!

 

Saturday, May 03, 2008 7:15:12 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Thursday, May 01, 2008

Remember how the Mayor of Birmingham (Larry Langford; D)was praying in sackcloth and ashes for God to reduce the crime rate of his fair city?

Well, it looks like Birmingham might soon be less one alleged criminal already...the Mayor of Birmingham! (don't forget, innocent until proven guilty)

(Hat tip and link:  Pharyngula)

Thursday, May 01, 2008 10:57:49 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  |  | #

Speaking of “Bat-shit insane” – someone left this bit of creo-spam-droppings on my “Expelled Exposed” post.  It is far too scattered, unfocused, and densely populated with historical misrepresentations, logical fallacies, and downright random batshit for one mere human to address it in her spare time.

I could delete it as spam…, but that’s no fun, and would only be called “censorship”.

  So.

We’re going to have another “play-along at home”

Here is the format:  pick a paragraph, any paragraph, and pick it apart.  Show the lack of knowledge, the errors, and the lunacy in every possible way you can imagine.  Being funny is a plus.  Then, post it (saying which paragraph you are responding to).  I will then go through and sort them out, and re-post it with your rebuttals on a point-by-point basis.

If we don’t get enough participation, this won’t work.  So if you don’t have a lot of time, just pick an easy one, and leave the heavy lifting to those with more ready specialized knowledge, who type faster, or who have more free time.

1.              Ben(jamin) Stein is under heavy artillery for 'exaggerating' or 'going easy' on the influence of evolutionism behind Nazism and Stalinism (super evolution of Lysenkoism in the Soviet Russia). But the monstrous Haeckelian type of vulgar evolutionism drove not only the 'Politics-is-applied-biology' Nazi takeover in the continental Europe, but even the nationalistic collision at the World War I. It was Charles Darwin himself, who praised and raised the monstrous German Ernst Haeckel with his still recycled embryo drawing frauds etc. in the spotlight as the greatest authority in the field of human evolution, even in the preface to his Descent of man in 1871. If Thomas Henry Huxley with his concept of 'agnostism' was Darwins bulldog in England, Haeckel was his Rotweiler in Germany.

 

2.             'Kampf' was a direct translation of 'struggle' from On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (1859). Seinen Kampf. His application.

 

 

3.             Catch 22: Haeckel's 140 years old fake embryo drawings have been mindlessly recycled for the 'public understanding of science' (PUS) in most biology text books until this millennium. Despite factum est that Haeckel's crackpot raging Recapitulation/Biogenetic Law and functioning gill slits of human embryos have been at the ethical tangent race hygiene/eugenics/genocide, infanticide, and Freudian psychoanalysis (subconscious atavisms). Dawkins is the Oxford professor for PUS - and should gather the courage of Stephen Jay Gould who could feel ashamed about it.

 

4.             Some edited quotes from my conference posters and articles defended and published in the field of bioethics and history of biology (and underline/edit them a 'bit'):
http://www.helsinki.fi/~pjojala/Asian_Bioethics.pdf
http://www.helsinki.fi/~pjojala/Haeckelianlegacy_ABC5.pdf

 

5.             The marriage laws were once erected not only in the Nazi Germany but also in the multicultural states of America upon the speculation that the mulatto was a relatively sterile and shortlived hybrid. The absence of blood transfusion between "white" and "colored races" was self evident (Hailer 1963, p. 52).

 

6.             The first law on sterilization in US had been established in 1907 in Indiana, and 23 similar laws had been passed in 15 States and sterilization was practiced in 124 institutions in 1921 (Mattila 1996; Hietala 1985 p. 133; these were the times of IQ-tests under Gould's scrutiny in his Mismeasure of Man 1981). By 1931 thirty states had passed sterization laws in the US (Reilly 1991, p. 87). Typically, the operations hit blacks the most in the US, poor women in the Europe, and often the victims were never even told they had been sterilized.

 

7.             Mendelism outweighed recapitulation (embryos climbing up their evolutionary tree through fish-, amphibian- and reptilian stages), but that merely smoothened the way for the brutal 1930’s biolegislation - that quickly penetrated practically all Western countries. The laws were copied from country to country. The A-B-O blood groups, haemophilia, eye colours etc. were found to be inherited in a Mendelian fashion by 1910. So also the complex traits and social (mis)behaviour such as alcoholism, schizophrenia, manic depression, criminality, rebelliousness, artistic sense, pauperism, racial differences, inherited scholarship (and its converse, feeble-mindedness) were all thought to be determined by one or two genes. Mendelism was "experimental" and quantitative, and its exaggeration outweighed the more cautious biometry operating on smaller variations, not discontinuous leaps. Its advocates boldly claimed that these problems could be done away within a few generations through selection, persisted (although most biologists must have known that defective genes could not be eliminated, even with the most intense forced sterilizations and marriage restrictions due to recessive genes and synergism. Nevertheless, these laws were held until 1970's and were typically changed only when the abortion legislation were released (1973).

 

8.             So the American laws were pioneering endeavours. In Europe Denmark passed the first sterilization legislation in Europe (1929). Denmark was followed by Switzerland, Germany that had felt to the hands of Hitler and Gobineu, and other Nordic countries: Norway (1934), Sweden (1935), Finland (1935), and Iceland (1938 ) (Haller 1963, pp 21-57; 135-9; Proctor 1988, p. 97; Reilly 1991, p. 109). Seldom is it mentioned in the popular media, that the first outright race biological institution in the world was not established in Germany but in 1921 in Uppsala, Sweden (Hietala 1985, pp. 109). (I am not aware of the ethymology of the 'Up' of the ancient city from Plinius' Ultima Thule, however.) In 1907 the Society for Racial Hygiene in Germany had changed its name to the Internationale Gesellschaft für Rassenhygiene, and in 1910 Swedish Society for Eugenics (Sällskap för Rashygien) had become its first foreign affiliate (Proctor 1988, p. 17). Today, Swedish state church is definitely the most liberal in the face of the world.

 

9.             Hitler's formulation of the differences between the human races was affected by the brilliant sky-blue eyed Ernst Haeckel (Gasman 1971, p. xxii), praised and raised by Darwin. At the top of the unilinear progression were usually the "Nordics", a tall race of blue-eyed blonds. Haeckel's position on the 'Judenfrage' was assimilation and Expelled-command from their university chairs, not yet an open elimination. But was it different only in degree, rather than kind?

 

10.           In 1917 the immigration of "defective" groups was forbidden even in the United States by a law. In 1921 the European immigration was diminished to 3% based on the 1910 census. Eventually, in the strategical year of 1924 the finest hour of eugenics had come and the fatal law was passed by Congress. It diminished immigration to 2% of the foreign-born from each country based on the 1890 census in order to preserve the "nordic" balance in population, and was hold through World War II until 1965 (Hietala 1985, p. 132).

 

11.            Richard Lewontin writes:“The leading American idealogue of the innate mental inferiority of the working class was, however, H.H. Goddard, a pioneer of the mental testing movement, the discoverer of the Kallikak family,
and the administrant of IQ-tests to immigrants that found 83 % of the Jews, 80% of the Hungarians, 79% of the Italians, and 87% of the the Russians to be feebleminded.” (1977, p. 13.) Regarding us Finns, Finnish emmigrants put the cross on the box reserved for the "yellow" group (Kemiläinen 1993, p. 1930), until 1965.

 

12.           Germany was the most scientifically and culturally advanced nation of the world upon opening the riddles at the close of the nineteenth century. And she went Full Monty.

 

13.           Today, developmental biologists are anticipating legislation of laws that would define the do’s and dont’s. In England, they are fertilizing human embryos for research purposes and pipetting chimera embryos of humans and monkeys, 'legally'. The legislation should not distract individual researchers from their personal awareness of responsibility. A permissive law merely defines the ethical minimum. The lesson is that a law is no substitute for morals and that dissidents should not be intimidated.

 

14.           I am suspicious over the burial of the Kampf (Struggle). The idea of competition is innate in the modern society. It is the the opposite view in a 180 degree angle to the Judaeo-Christian ideal of agapee (contra epithumia, eros, filia & storge) (ahava in Hebrew), that I personally cheriss. The latter sees free giving, altruism, benevolence and self sacrificing love as the beginning, motivation, and sustainer of the reality.

pauli.ojala@gmail.com
Biochemist, drop-out (Master of Sciing)
http://www.helsinki.fi/~pjojala/Expelled-ID.htm

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