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Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards, Number XXI

This article is post-dated so that it will be the lead article until March 1, 2010. Until then, new content is below.

Image credit: Wikimedia Commons

Captain's Log, Jan. 31, 1808

Met with Admiral Hunter today to discuss the coming voyage. The goal is the same as last time, to seek out stupidity and ignorance, and suppress it with knowledge and thought. Unfortunately, there was a personnel issue.

As in, we seem not to have very many.

"What do you plan to do?", the Admiral asked. What did I plan to do?

"Fortunately, we've chosen Napoleonic times as our metaphor again, so I'll start by cruising the Blogroll Sea for new recruits."

"Ah, great idea! I knew I picked you for a reason. Now, how do you plan to find the enemy?"

"That never seems to be a problem. I can sit in my living room, and stupidity will find me."

"You don't get cable. How will you find Le Faux Nouvelle?"

"While I've always been a bit uncomfortable with the pirate metaphor, it might be helpful there. At least, if there were such a thing as cable television."

"Don't get carried away. Speaking of which, Captain, ..."

"Wait, I thought it was Commander last time."

"It was. Congratulations. Destroy my dock this time, though, and you'll spend the next cruise as a bosun."

Suitably briefed, I left the Admiral to attend to other matters.


Captain's Log: Feb 1, 1808

The new crew seems eager. The Blogroll Sea contains many treasures.

Maneuvers near the dock have been a bit of a problem. The new crew seems a bit unfamiliar with the procedure. Which, come to think of it, the old crew wasn't too good with, either. Why can't we choose a time period when ships have power?


Captain's Log: Feb. 24, 1808

Finally managed to secure ourselves to the dock again yesterday. After a brief respite, the Admiral came aboard and we set sail.

Image credit: Painting by Hofarts

No contact with the enemy today. The new crew is already bored. I suppose you can only play tag with a wharf for so long before it starts to get old. The crew got into a discussion about categories of political philosophies. There are many possible ones, of course, and in some instances people with widely divergent philosophies can agree on things. Ensign Lex, of U.S.S. Electric Worry, clearly feels kinship with more than one:

[I]’m a libertarian and so have adopted the words of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn as my personal motto: “Don’t believe them, don’t fear them, don’t ask anything of them.” Them is you, the “look at me, I’m John mother fucking Galt” types. And it extends to all your political allies and lapdogs on the left and the right.

My friends, my family, my neighbors, the poor and the working class, with them i’ll share freely and happily…just like Jesus taught me. That’s the socialist part.

Next stop: Finlandskii Vokzal.

That sounds like a "progressive" to me, but then we progressives are always looking for new recruits, aren't we?

The mention of Jesus prompted Ensign Mary of U.S.S. Pacific Views to point out that religious beliefs are sometimes an excuse to screw people, not a reason to help them:

Recently the Atlantic published an article by Hanna Rosin about the role the prosperity gospel had in creating the financial crisis. In the piece she wrote that evangelical churches serving Latino and other minority communities have based their theology on the prosperity gospel.
...
Rosin shows that this underlying belief tied directly to the number of subprime loans that were made to communities under the Bush policy that tied the Ownership Society to the Faith-based Initiatives.

Revisiting Bush's Ownership Society

Christianity isn't the only religion that inspires this sort of behavior, as reluctant recruit Lieutenant Orac of U.S.S. Respectful Insolence noted. Apparently, believers in pseudo-scientific nonsense feel the need to spread it into disaster areas:

What the heck is that supposed to mean, "reestablishing communication," "reconnecting the nervous system"? It's faith healing, and faith healing doesn't do much good for broken bones, crushed spleens, fractured skulls, and severed spinal cords. Actually, it doesn't do much good for anything that can't be improved with a placebo. Yet, this is what Scientologists are bringing to the suffering masses in Haiti. As one of the real doctors snorted, "I didn't know touching could heal gangrene."

Bringing Woo to Disaster
Areas


Which just made me wonder yet again why expressions of atheism cause so much consternation to some people. Captain John Pieret, U.S.S. Thoughts In A Haystack had an answer to that one, or at least he'd read an answer he didn't give much credence:

It seems that religion fulfills for adults the role that Dungeons & Dragons fulfills for 8 year olds, like his son: it provides "enchantment."

Science and reason, you see, suffers from "the dullness, the flatness, the aridity of the evolutionary picture of how the world works," while religion caters to "our intuitive sense that something else, something more, lies behind and somehow all around the façade of ordinary material reality."

Dungeon Master God

Yes, I'm not buying that one, either. Admiral Hunter adds "What kind of moron do you have to be to think the explanation for something like this isn't fascinating?"


Captain's Log, Feb. 25, 1808

Once again, we see no sign of the enemy. A question came up as to what we should do if we found them. Ensign James Ala, of U.S.S. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Oscar, suggests that simply imprisoning them without trial can open a whole can of worms. He tells us a tale of a President caught in a bind thanks to such actions in a dark version of our future:

That legal limbo was incredibly effective. For almost eight years many detainees rotted in prison, with absolutely no legal recourse to speak of. Bush was able to run out the legal clock, and hand over Gitmo, as is, with no warranty, to Barack Obama. Candidate Obama thought he had the solution to the clunker he was given; President Obama soon discovered that there was no such easy solution.

The major problem for the new President was that some of the detainees were honest-to-goodness bad guys. They were men whose whole reason for being was to harm the government of the United States of America, and its citizens. They could not just be set loose to cause grave harm. Thanks to Bush and Cheney, they could not be tried either. No self-respecting court in the land would hear the case. Unlike John Yoo, real lawyers know what constitutes torture; they know what constituted a perversion of justice. They would have no choice to dismiss the charges, with extreme prejudice. They would have no choice but to release the detainees due to governmental misconduct.

Caught Between Scylla and Charybdis


The difference between, as he puts it, prudence and pragmatism is sometimes not a choice at all. Often, they are the same thing, as I observed about another practice in that dark future:

There is nothing about torture as an interrogation technique that makes it worth using. It will elicit whatever information the victim thinks the torturers want to hear. In the case of Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, it appears to have elicited nothing useful. The likelihood that what the victim says is factual is far lower than that it is not. The Bush Administration used torture to justify the Iraq invasion. It was recently revealed that at least one time when the terrorism alert level was raised, it was due to erroneous information obtained through torture.

Torture is unethical. Like most unethical practices, there's good reason for it to be unethical, besides the obvious. Unethical practices are generally stupid practices, at least in the long term, and torture is no exception. Its most frequent use in the last few decades has been to obtain false confessions or statements from enemy soldiers or civilians.

Another Sign Of The Fall

So, illegal imprisonment, torture, and cable piracy are out. I'm not sure what kind of pirates we're turning out to be, but living with that contradiction seems easier than other courses we could steer.



Captain's Log, Feb. 26, 1808

With a skeleton crew, we're concerned that we might run out of stories. To make matters worse, the rum rations are running low again. Before complete boredom can set in, we decided to make use of our pirate credentials and waylay a passing ship. She turned out to be the U.S.S. Pharyngula. PZ Myers, her captain, didn't seem overly impressed with our gravitas.

"You're the funniest bunch of pirates I've ever seen", he shouted at us.
Image credit: Composite by Cujo359



"What do you mean?"







"Well aside from the fact that your captain is a drunken Saint Bernard who's wearing a bunch of flintlock pistols, you don't seem to have the threatening behaviors down."

"Well, tell us a story, or we'll ... um, do something really nasty."

"Like, he'll try to dock his ship with you", the Admiral added helpfully. "Oh, and he's not drunk. He has rabies."

Not liking the sound of this, Captain PZ told us a cautionary tale about how it's not a good idea to let fools have the last word when it comes to education:

Stupid mothers are a problem. Craven administrators are a bigger problem. But when you've got a curriculum set by odious ideologues like Terri Leo, who would ban an author's name wholesale because she read a title like Ethical Marxism (no, she hasn't actually read the book, of course), you're in a whole wide new world of pain, in which your local school has become a temple to ignorance.

Stop Sitting There Reading This And Growl At Someone With Power

Take it from me, though. If you're going to growl, don't drool at the same time. People are far less likely to point firearms in your direction.

Speaking of which, Captain Pieret explained that you definitely don't want to leave science education up to the folks at the Discovery Institute. For starters, they don't seem to understand what "falsifiable" means:

On the further understanding that falsifiability is a necessary criteria for something to be science but not, in and of itself, sufficient to make a proposition scientific, falsifiability (or as it is generally called today to avoid confusion, "testability") is, at the least, a good first approximation of whether something is scientific or not.

Falsehoods About Science

Admiral Hunter said you don't want to leave education up to producers of science television shows, either:

All programs seem to suffer from the following three failings, no matter what channel they're on:

1. Everything's presented as a crisis. If they can't hype up the past crises (ZOMG, teh Permian Extinction!!1!11!), they hype future crises (ZOMG, 250 million years from now WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!11!1!! maybe). Even minor stuff is overblown - in the program I just watched, the future erosion of the Rockies into nothing more than hills was presented as some terrible possible future tragedy, rather than the inevitable consequence of pedestrian forces of erosion. Sorry, folks. All mountains are gonna die. Well-known geological fact. Geez.

The Failings of Popular Science Programming

The Admiral also had a list of suggested new books. While we were reading them, our quarry slipped away. Ah, well, I never liked calamari all that much.



Captain's Log, Feb. 27, 1808

We catch sight of the Charlatan Médecine, a prosperous looking man-o-war. Some of the crew have encountered her before, and offered warnings. "She's a bad one", notes impressed crewman Lt. Orac, "she'll suck the metals right out of ya, and won't lose a moment's sleep":

Imagine if you will, that a pharmaceutical company examined a chemical used for industrial purposes. Imagine further that the chemical this pharmaceutical company decided to look at originated as an industrial chelator designed to separate heavy metals from polluted soil and mining drainage. Imagine still further that that pharmaceutical company wanted to use that chemical as a treatment for autism, a chelator to be given to children. Finally, imagine that the drug company was giving this chemical to children without anything resembling any sort of competent preclincal testing or toxicology testing. Then suppose that, in order to avoid having to obtain FDA approval, the pharmaceutical company rebranded its chelating agent as a "supplement," using the DSHEA of 1994 to bypass any need for extensive clinical trial testing for safety and efficacy in order to be able to market this chemical directly to consumers. What do you think the reaction would be of the crew at Age of Autism and other anti-vaccine blogs?

I think I know. They'd scream bloody murder. That's what they'd do. And they'd be absolutely right.

Pumping autistic children full of an industrial chelator

"Aye," added Lt. Cmdr. PalMD of U.S.S. White Coat Underground, she carries at least a company of homeopaths, too. They're good at invading poor island nations:"

Tragedy can bring out the best and the worst in humanity. The Haitian earthquake has seen an outpouring money (the most needed type of aid) and other emergency aid. A few days ago I pondered what sort of quackery would emerge to fill a need that doesn't exist.

Homeopaths responded, of course, and while clean water is always needed, clean water that comes with a fairy tale is not.

Bad Touching


"Careful of her", Captain Pieret adds, "she's full to the gunwales with lawyers":

Dr. Steven Novella and Orac have noted that the doyen of the anti-vaccination movement, Barbara Loe Fisher (aka Barbara Loe Arthur), has brought a libel suit against Dr. Paul Offit, reporter Amy Wallace, and Wired Magazine, over the article "An Epidemic of Fear: How Panicked Parents Skipping Shots Endangers Us All." Unfortunately for Fisher (and fortunately for those publicly supporting science against pseudoscience) the laws of libel in the US are not as easy to use as a weapon to silence criticism as those in Britain, which made the British Chiropractic Association's suit against Simon Singh so dangerous.

Some Laws Are Less Asses Than Others

Image credit: Painting by Michael Come. Found it here.

Despite the warnings, we engage her. Owing to the sickliness of her below decks crew, she proves an easier prize than we'd imagined.

It's nice to know that sometimes the legal system works to the benefit of the general population.



Captain's Log, Feb. 28, 1808

Our prize has slowed our progress, but we will be in port in another day. Meanwhile, Captain Pieret never seems to run out of tales of the foolishness of religious nuts who think they're scientists:

Ah, there's a new entry in creationism.

We've had regular ol' Biblical literalism ("God told us so"); creation "science" ("God told us so and let's see if we can mangle science to fit what we think God said"); and Intelligent Design ("God told us so and let's see if we can mangle science to fit what we think God said without saying God told us so").

Now we have Intelligent Construction[.]

Intelligent Construction 

"When there's no requirement to validate your story, the sky's the limit, I suppose", one of the crew ventured.

"You're not kidding", the Captain responded, which launched him into another tale:

[David] Klinghoffer quotes The Maharal of Prague (Rabbi Judah ben Bezalel Lowe) thusly:

Man stands upright, straight, like a pillar that is upright, which is not the case with any other being, as none of them stand up straight but rather all walk hunched over. And this is an indication of the [exalted] level of man, for man is king over the lower plane of existence, and all serve him....This is called the "image of God."

Maybe it's just me but it seems a little hard for an incorporeal being who is everywhere to have posture ... where exactly are his feet and how are they below his head, if he is everywhere? Oh, wait a minute! That "image of God" business is one of those thingies that theists use that sometimes we're supposed to take as metaphors, except when we're supposed to take them literally.

Huh?

He has many such tales, but the foolish seem to provide constant inspiration.



Captain's Log, Feb. 29, 1808

Image credit: Alan Foxx

Thanks to this being a leap year, we reach home by the end of the month. After several attempts, we decide to not risk sailing to the wharf.


What with it being so warm, it's not such a bad day for a swim.




Afterword: Sincere apologies to all the writers who contributed to this effort for being so late with this. I think I've now set the record for tardiness.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Bad News

Today, Nancy Pelosi said that she's just fine with being the House Minority Leader next year, as quoted by Talking Points Memo:

"The Senate never supported the public option," Pelosi said.

There was talk that there would be 51 votes for it, but it never passed on the floor of the Senate. It did pass in the House and, of course, I think it would be the way to go. But it isn't the way that the Senate went. And so I think that what you might see coming out of some reconciliation would be those areas of agreement that all three--the White House, the Senate and the House--had already agreed to...more than two weeks ago.

That echoes more or less the sense that Congressional Progressive Caucus co-chair Lynn Woolsey (D-CA) had about the prospects for reviving the public option. But it's unlikely to provide much comfort to the vast majority of House progressives who were hoping it might have a second shot.

Pelosi: No Hope For Public Option At This Time

I don't know what's more depressing about this news - the fact that the Democrats seem to be determined to commit political suicide on the way to completely screwing up health care in this country, or the endless parade of dimwits who just can't stop themselves from saying things like this, by David Kurtz, referring to the article I just quoted:

One of the sadder spectacles to watch since Scott Brown's win in Massachusetts has been House progressives suggesting that now is their chance to ram a public option through the Senate. Nancy Pelosi tried to give a reality check on that point today.

Snap Out of It!

This particular asshat finds it appalling that there are people in Congress who are actually trying to make legislation better, even though they might not succeed. And yes, Mr. Kurtz, you're an asshat if you think that this is a sad spectacle. You're an asshat, because the reality of the DFA poll that followed the Massachusetts Senate loss is that one of the things that bothered the people who either changed from voting for Obama to voting for the Republican Scott Brown or who didn't vote is that the health care bill had no public option, and it had an individual mandate. These polled overwhelmingly as unpopular. Now, your best advice is to pass a bill that has these unpopular features, because it's better than passing nothing. Anyone who seriously thinks this is a good idea in the face of such evidence is either delusional or a drooling cretin.

Naturally, the Democrats want to pass the bill that got them in trouble in the first place, because apparently what got them into trouble is not screwing the public enough. My guess is that they really want to be the minority party in the House next year. At this rate, they're well on their way. Even two months ago, I wouldn't have thought that possible, but there's clearly a lot more dead wood in the heads of many Democratic Representatives. At least a lot of that will be cleared out in November.

Which is all a long way of apologizing for not having the Carnival done yet. Seeing news like this, cheered on by an endless stream of condescending shitheads, has left me in no mood to write entertaining stories this evening.

So, my apologies. Maybe tomorrow. Meanwhile, if you have something that you haven't submitted yet, please do.

That would make for some good news.

UPDATE: Speaking of depressing, here's some more, also courtesy of TPM:

The Obama administration and the FBI are making a big push tonight to rebut criticism of trying Abdulmutallab in American courts rather than submitting him to torture and a military tribunal by revealing that he has been cooperating with investigators for days. The claim, which is not that surprising, is that it has been precisely the use of traditional and legal investigative techniques that they've been able to gain his cooperation.

The Big Push Back

What's depressing here, of course, is that the Obama Administration should even have to make this case. It should be bloody obvious.

We should probably be grateful that they felt the need. I'm pretty sure their predecessors wouldn't have.


Saturday, January 30, 2010

Call For Articles By Elitist Bastards

This article is post-dated so that it will appear on the front page until Jan. 30. New content will be below.

Updated Jan. 27 - Only two days to go. If you want to submit an article, please do so soon..

It's only a week after New Years, and you've finally returned all those presents you got for Christmas, and now you're looking for something to do. I bring good news. Soon it will be time for another Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. What's the COTEB, you ask? It's a celebration of knowledge and reason. It was started, and is still run, by Dana Hunter, who offers her reasons for starting the COTEB:

It's time we took the word "elite" back. Time we turned the tables on the "populists" and made their "anti-elitist" and "anti-intellectual" poses the obnoxious ones. What they're basically saying is, people are stupid and enjoy mucking about with stupid people because they're too stupid to appreciate intelligence.

Gather Round, Ye Elitist Bastards

That celebration might take the shape of a discussion of timekeeping, or a smackdown of hypocrits, or people who need to use their heads. It could also be an an explanation of LaTeX, or the Web and the history of science. Whatever you've got, if it's about knowledge or reason, if you wrote it and it's on the web, we want it.

So, if you have what it takes to be an elitist bastard, just submit your links to the COTEB e-mail account.

Once again, I'll be donning the funny hat and and as many pistols as I can carry as I host a cruise of the carnival. I'd love to see submissions from folks who haven't participated before, particularly if they're regular readers. If you submit your entry before January 29, that would be even better. I'll have more time to work on that narrative thing I heard about in composition class. January 29 is the deadline, however.

If you're still not sure what sort of article works as a COTEB article, click on the COTEB keyword and check out some past carnivals.

So, as Admiral Hunter says, send us your treasures, and we'll see you in a few days.

BTW, if you don't have a website, but you have an article that you've written, send it to me and I'll put it up here as a guest post.

NOTE: Yes, this is a slightly updated version of last year's announcement. You gotta problem with recycling?


Friday, January 8, 2010

COTEB The XXth Sets Sail

With The Last Hussar at the helm, the twentieth edition of the Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards has set sail. I didn't contribute to this one, but it's well worth a look, anyway. ;-)

I'll be hosting next month's COTEB right here. I'll have an announcement about that next week.


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

COTEB XIX Sets Sail

While I didn't forget Pearl Harbor on Monday, I did forget to mention one other thing - this month's COTEB. As usual, the Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards has set sail with a guest captain. This month, it's Stephanie Zvan of Almost Diamonds.

Read and enjoy the elitist bastardry, before it's a thing of the past.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Carnival Of Elitist Bastards XVIII Weighs Anchor

George W. at Decrepit Old Fool has finished the October, 2009 Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. This month's installment features two articles from Yours Truly, as well as several other articles by various and sundry people who make a habit of celebrating knowledge and calling out foolishness.


Monday, September 28, 2009

We're Professional Elitist Bastards

Yes, it's the end of another month, and time for another cruise of the Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. Here's a video you can use to warm up for your shift:


Dana Hunter has taken the helm this month, and if you want to hang with us, you'll need to be in tune. You'll also need to appreciate an education, I'm afraid. The pirate life is a challenging one.

Yours truly has contributed not one, but two bits of booty to this cruise.


Sunday, August 30, 2009

Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards XVI Sets Sail

Updated Aug. 31

It's the end of another month, and so it's time for another Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. This month's carnival is hosted at Stephanie Zvan's Quiche Moraine.

Meanwhile, Yours Truly has not one, but two sideshows in this carnival. Enjoy.

UPDATE (Aug. 31): Added the link to this month's COTEB.


Sunday, July 26, 2009

Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards XV Hits The Beach

In keeping with the season, this month's Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards is hitting the beach at NP's place, Coffee Stained Writer. As usual, yours truly has a sideshow at this carnival. So grab your blanket and head on over.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards XII

Image credit: Wikimedia Commons

Welcome aboard the H.M.S. Elitist Bastard. Admiral Hunter sends her regrets. She's been called away to pressing duties ashore. She's asked me to conduct this voyage. I'm Commander Cujo359. I'm normally captain of the U.S.S. Slobber And Spittle. She's a single-masted schooner that tends to lean to port, but she's good against the wind, which is a course she's frequently asked to steer. I'm looking forward to commanding a vessel with so much more rhetorical firepower.

Clearly, I haven't had much experience commanding a vessel this size, but Admiral Hunter assures me that you're - excuse me, I need to talk to this large gentleman in the red coat for a moment ...

Ahem, Mr. - Cornwell, is it? You wouldn't have any more of those, would you? They're single shot, you know, and I'm not used to a crew this size. Thank you. Bloody Nineteenth Century. Oh, and hand me the organization chart, will you, Mr. Hornblower?

As I was saying, Admiral Hunter has expressed her confidence in your elitism and your bloody-mindedness in the face of stupidity and ignorance. I have every confidence you'll perform admirably.

Now that we're pulling away from the dock, I'll read you Admiral Hunter's orders:

You are hereby ordered to seek out stupidity and ignorance wherever you see fit, and dispel it where possible. In keeping with the Napoleanic Wars metaphor of this carnival, these targets of opportunity will present themselves in the form of oddly named French ships of war.

In particular, you are to pursue and harass the Faux Nouvelle, an oversize ship-of-the-line armed to the teeth with mendacious anger.

Use of deadly sarcasm is authorized, and, indeed, encouraged.

Pleasant voyage, everyone, and as they say in another alternate universe, good hunting.



Captain's Log: May 1, 1807

Thinking her to be the Faux Nouvelle, we track and then overtake Sac Religieux D'écrou, another overly large ship-of-the-line with a particularly fanatical crew. Mr. Russell Blackford, of H.M.A.S. Metamagician And The Hellfire Club aims a ranging shot in her direction as part of a discussion of the U.N.'s International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination, and finds the mark:

If I call on you to lynch a corn dealer (or, in more modern times, perhaps a merchant banker) on the basis that corn dealers (or merchant bankers) are starvers of the poor, that is incitement to violence. But if I am merely critical of the Catholic Church or its leaders, or its influence or its doctrines or its traditional attitude to sexuality, that is legitimate, indeed valuable, critical speech. If I criticise contemporary Iran for barbaric practices such as stoning adulterers or hanging homosexuals, that is legitimate critical speech, even if I (fairly or otherwise) blame Islam for these practices. But these are just the kinds of legitimate speech that the Organisation of the Islamic Conference nations, with majority support within the UN membership, wishes to see banned. The Human Rights Council has already banned all such speech in its own discussions, effectively gagging the International Humanist and Ethical Union's valuable contributions.

Dacey Gets It Right on Durban II

His larger point is that countries that value freedom of speech must make clearer distinctions between speech that is merely disrespectful or hateful and speech that incites violence. Nevertheless, in the presence of this opponent, his thoughts on suppression of speech against religion strike close to home for many of us.

His next salvo blasts the tendency that some people have to label speech as bigoted whenever it criticizes a religion, no matter how valid that criticism might be:

Often, people who express concerns about the compatibility of Islam with modernity, social pluralism, and individual liberty are accused of something akin to racism - of so-called "Islamophobia". That accusation is a dangerous one to make, since it can intimidate people of good will into holding their peace and refusing to say anything critical of Islam or its traditions and associated practices. It is not comfortable discussing these things, knowing that the slightest error of fact or judgment can lead to something like a charge of racism - perhaps the second most damaging, and personally painful, accusation that can be levelled against anyone in a contemporary Western society (exceeded only by an accusation of pedophilia).

Harvard's Islamic Chaplain: "Great Wisdom" In Death Penalty For Apostates

As we saw in the last Presidential campaign, charges of racism are often leveled with little thought. Charges of prejudice against religion are similarly common.

Mr. Blackford then fires this broadside:

The image of the universe in space and time that has been built up by the converging investigations of scientists in such fields as geology, astrophysics, and evolutionary biology was not contrived for the purpose of discrediting religion. Rather, it is the gradual result of ordinary methods of rational inquiry supplemented by more precise methods that have become increasingly available since the time of Galileo — such as instruments that extend the human senses, mathematical modelling, and apparatus that enables many decisive experiments to be done. As a result of patient scientific work over the past few centuries, increasingly specialised and professionalised in recent decades, we now know that the universe we live in is billions of years old, that our planet itself is something like four-and-half billion years old, that life diversified through an evolutionary process involving mechanisms that prominently included Darwinian natural selection, that our own species, Homo sapiens, first appeared in Africa about 100,000 to 200,000 years ago, and so on.

However, some religious leaders teach that our planet is only about 6,000 to 10,000 years old, that biological species have not evolved from earlier species, and so on. Given the overwhelming scientific evidence against that image of the world, all such religious doctrines are plainly irrational: they are plainly and directly at odds with well-established outcomes from rational inquiry.

Jerry Coyne On Science Organisations And Accommodationism

Trying to make science compatible with religion is at best a fools' game, and we take savage joy in this exchange.

As I understand is traditional on Royal Navy ships, extra rum rations are authorized for a job well done.


Captain's Log: May 10, 1807

Days of fruitless searching for Faux Nouvelle have yielded only boredom and dissatisfaction among the crew. Mr. WhySharksMatter, an exchange officer from U.S.S Southern Fried Science, spots sharks trailing behind our ship. He wonders why sharks get such bad press:

Why, exactly, is it news when a single dolphin is bitten by a shark, but not news when 100 million sharks are brutally and unsustainably killed around the world each year? Apparently the fact that sharks are vital regulators of numerous ocean ecosystems is irrelevant when you consider the fact that dolphins are cute.

Media Covers A Shark Attack… On A Dolphin

He's on to something there, I think. When it comes to covering aquatic matters, the press's motto seems to be:

Dog bites man isn't news. Now, giant sea creature bites man - send a film crew!!

Attack Of The Giant Squid

Still, we hope that "shark bites man" doesn't become a headline on this voyage.


Captain's Log: May. 14, 1807

We appear to have found the trail of the Faux Nouvelle. Cheap tea bags, a tell-tale sign, were spotted by lookouts this morning. As we head South on her trail, Mr. Stephen Moore explains the significance of tea bags to Faux Nouvelle's crew:

There's been much hilarity coursing it way 'round the intertubes of late. Usonian conservatives have been in a tizzy about the changes to Federal Income Tax rates, and have decided to engage in a campaign of protest they call teabagging. Unaware (or perhaps fully aware) of the slang meaning of teabagging, the rest of the nation, and indeed the world, are having a merry ol' time laughing their socks off.

Teabagging Pussies

I tell the crew that while our quarry is well-provisioned, she sails at a disadvantage. Her engineering officer doesn't understand how wind works:

What makes [Fox pundit Glenn Beck's] position so foolish is that you don't store energy when there isn't any. You store it when it's available. There are plenty of means for storing energy that could be, and have, been put to use. If you're not a physicist or an engineer, it's possible that you wouldn't see through that argument, just barely. If you are a physicist or an engineer who didn't see through that argument, sit at the back of the class and start paying attention.

Glenn Beck: April Fool

Extra rations of rum for the crew as a reward for remaining sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued.


Captain's Log: May 17, 1807

While in pursuit of Faux Nouvelle we unexpectedly encounter the Man-O-War Dans L'environnement L'aliéné. She steers a course that will eventually run her aground, but we can't assume that she won't be blown off course. Gunnery Officer Andrew, reassigned from U.S.S. Southern Fried Science fires the opening salvo by asking "What the hell happened to the environmental movement?":

Yet I look at self-identified environmentalist today and I see them praising practices - ethanol fuel, corn starch-based disposable plastics, all-natural organic products - as the solution, even though the data show these to have no real lasting effect. I see them damning progress that I know to be effective - genetically modified foods, nuclear power, centralized recycling - for dogmatic reasons that have no basis in environmentalism. It’s almost as though the movement has written a codex, a set of beliefs that we must all agree on, that are not part of the environmental ethic at all. We refuse to look at data and instead latch on to feel-good, reason free woo that allows us to validate our ideals without doing anything.

What The Hell Happened To The Environmental Movement?

Dans L'environnement L'aliéné staggered momentarily, then returned to her course. Andrew's shipmate Mr. WhySharksMatter then named "5 things worse for the planet than global warming":

I personally don’t doubt that global warming is happening, and for the sake of this discussion, let’s assume that it is. Let’s assume that not only is it happening, but every possible worst case scenario comes true- disruption of ocean currents resulting in a cooling of Europe, increased hurricanes, increased habitat range for various organisms that will result in harsh competition and increased spreading of disease, and the complete melting of the ice caps which will destroy the arctic/antarctic ecosystem and raise the sea level drastically.

Only the most extreme seriously believe that all of these things will happen, but EVEN IF THEY ALL DO, there are many threats that our planet is facing that are far worse.

5 Things Worse For The Planet Than Global Warming

After being hit with this broadside, Dans L.L. faltered, and altered course in a more positive direction. Dogma seems to affect her course less than before. Time will tell if she stays there.

Extra rum rations for the crew for an excellent rhetorical barrage. I'm concerned we may run out of rum rations at this rate, but Mr. Hornblower assures me that in the entire history of the Royal Navy such a thing has never happened.


Captain's Log: May 19, 1807

Still no fresh sign of Faux N. Lookouts spot sloop of war Critique Dément on a nearly opposite course. We turn to pursue, as Mr. John Pieret fills us in on one of her recent endeavors:

There is a review by Bryan Appleyard in New Statesman of Lewis Wolpert's new book, How We Live and Why We Die: the Secret Lives of Cells that prompted some early morning musings.
...
Anyway, Appleyard's review of Wolpert (who he calls a "distant friend") has all the indicia of what Wolpert once called him: a "closet Christian." There is talk of cells being "improbably complex;" and of the condition of being alive and aware as "a miracle, whatever meaning you attach to that word" and as a "wildly improbable process," a conclusion Appleyard reaches based, apparently, only on "a moment's introspection." And there is the "complaint" about the fact that humans have only about 30,000 genes, which "just doesn't seem to be enough,"

Pusher

She sounds like a subject worth looking into, but before we could close on her she fired a dud in our direction, then scurried away.

Over our dinner and extra rum, Mr. Blake Stacey attempts to amuse the crew with stories of cellular automata algorithms written in Python. Cellular automata are mathematical models that range from simple to very complex states and transitions. Mr. Blake's program shows the progression of a cellular automation sequence as a moving graphics file. To boil it down to simplest terms, it's a program that makes a little glowy explodey thing in the middle of the screen.

Since computers won't have been invented for another two and a half centuries, I begin to doubt the wisdom of this particular metaphor. Nevertheless, the crew seem pleased with this amusement.


Captain's Log: May 21, 1807

No sign of Faux N. for many days. A packet ship brings a message from Admiral Hunter. She reminds us of the importance of reason and knowledge:

In observing politics and religion, you soon notice a distinct abundance of stupidity. And I call it stupidity, not ignorance, because refusing knowledge is stupid. Everyone at times refuses knowledge, but some people raise it to an art form. It's a constant in their lives. They can't be bothered to think.

I thought of it watching the teabaggers get manipulated by the corporate lobbyists. These people were tools, and they were too stupid to realize it. It's not that they were ignorant of what was going on - the information was out there in abundance. They had it in their own hands.

The Necessity of Knowledge

Mr. George avers that things aren't looking better for future generations of Americans, given the disinterest in science on display at his childrens' schools:

It seemed to me that neither the administrators or the teachers had any enthusiasm about the sciences. At the risk of stepping into political territory (like that ever stopped me before) they were more concerned with self-esteem than chemistry, electricity, physics, or biology. And math took place in one concrete silo, never to bump into science in the other silo, which never seemed to make contact with history in the third silo, and so on.

Man, I Shoulda Done Somethin’ BAD!

We can only shake our heads. At sea knowledge of science is vitally important. People who don't understand it can't navigate. People who deliberately avoid learning about sea creatures and birds are often of little help when we need to repair the ship, or analyze intelligence.

The Admiral's mention of teabags reminds us of the subject of our quarry, but we have no better direction to chase her than south.

We drink an extra ration of rum to the Admiral, and sail southward.


Captain's Log: May 23, 1807

We caught wind of the L'intestin Obstrué early in the afternoon. Even though we approached from the windward, the smell of flim-flammery was strong enough to provoke discomfort among the crew. We overtook her toward evening. Her passengers were suffering from a variety of maladies thanks to her ship's physician, an incompetent whose bizarre notions of health care belong to an earlier age. Ship's Surgeon PalMD administered a strong dose of reality to her passengers:

I kind of get the whole infomercial thing. Sure, late-night health infomercials are deceptive, dangerous, and fraudulent, but at least they're labeled as ads. [Colon cleansing proponent Kim] Evans' piece is presented as fact, making it particularly immoral.

This immorality takes some very basic biology and creates a myth which encourages people to make purchases that benefit the author and at best rob the mark. To accomplish this sales pitch [she] subjects science and logic to the written equivalent of involuntary sodomy. Her crime is particularly egregious because of her use of the word "cancer" to scare people, perhaps turning away from or delaying real care.

HuffPo Hits A New Low---Medical Infomercials

Incredibly, the people on this vessel are there by choice.

Since L'intestin Obstrué carries nothing of interest, we send her on her way. She will be more use to us back in our adversary's hands than at the bottom of the sea. We feel sorrow for the souls on board, but they've chosen their fate.

An extra round of rum for the crew helps boost morale again.


Captain's Log: May 25, 1807

We encounter the Écriture Impaire De La Science in murky waters. Mr. Blake Stacey attempts to unravel her confusing signals about how to popularize science:

I guess we just can't win: tap into a grand "mythic narrative", and you give the impression that science is all linear 'n stuff. On the flipside, one could draw upon the shady underworld of private eyes and film noir, where evidence comes to light one fragment at a time, each mystery solved brings another around the corner, and the streets rearrange themselves every time you turn your back.

Mythic Conventions in the Physics Bookshelf?

I wish him luck. It all sounds quite confusing to me. Some tasks are best delegated.

Meanwhile, as we're unsure of her value as either a prize or intelligence asset, we set Écriture Impaire De La Science on her way with a stern warning to be more thoughtful next time.


Captain's Log: May 27, 1807

We've run out of rum rations. Department heads agree the mission cannot continue under these circumstances. The Royal Navy, having never anticipated this circumstance, can provide no guidance. So, we head for home.



Steady as she goes, Mr. Hornblower.

May I have your attention, please? We are now entering the harbor. It's been another successful voyage, and I couldn't have done it without you.

That splintering sound and the wood chips that are falling around us signify our arrival at the dock. Yes, Hornblower, they're chips when you compare them to the size of the dock. Incidentally, would you detail a couple of men to remove this chip from the forecastle? It nearly crushed Cornwell, and I'm sure he has no wish to revisit the experience.

Be careful ashore, ladies and gentlemen. Remember that it's still the early Nineteenth Century, and antibiotics haven't been invented.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Call For Submissions By Elitist Bastards

This weekend is the last weekend of the month. You know what that means, of course. It's time for another Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. What's the COTEB, you ask? It's a celebration of knowledge and reason. It was started, and is still run, by Dana Hunter, who offers her reasons for starting the COTEB:

It's time we took the word "elite" back. Time we turned the tables on the "populists" and made their "anti-elitist" and "anti-intellectual" poses the obnoxious ones. What they're basically saying is, people are stupid and enjoy mucking about with stupid people because they're too stupid to appreciate intelligence.

Gather Round, Ye Elitist Bastards

That celebration might take the shape of a discussion of timekeeping, or a smackdown of hypocrits, or people who need to use their heads. It could also be an an explanation of LaTeX, or the Web and the history of science. Whatever you've got, if it's about knowledge or reason, if you wrote it and it's on the web, we want it.

So, if you have what it takes to be an elitist bastard, just submit your links to the COTEB e-mail account.

Since I'm hosting this month's carnival, I'd love to see submissions from folks who haven't participated before, particularly if they're regular readers. As luck would have it, though, this weekend will be an especially busy one. So, if you submit your entry before Friday, that would be even better. I'll have more time to work on that narrative thing I heard about in composition class. Friday is the deadline, however.

If you're still not sure what sort of article works as a COTEB article, click on the COTEB keyword and check out some past carnivals.

So, as Admiral Hunter says, send us your treasures, and we'll see you in a few days.

BTW, if you don't have a website, but you have an article that you've written, send it to me and I'll put it up here as a guest post.


Monday, March 30, 2009

Another Elitist Carnival Sets Sail

The eleventh Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards is over at Z's place, It's The Thought That Counts. As sometimes happens, Yours Truly has a couple of entries. Go on over and check it out.

I'll be hosting the COTEB in April. We're still looking for more bloggers to host the carnival in the months ahead. If you'd like to host a carnival, head on over and find out what months are available.


Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Dread Pirates Of Legoland Set Sail


Not Bad Day awardee Efrique has set sail with a group of fierce but diminutive pirates on the ninth Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. We have some new contributors this month, so it's well worth a read, I think.

Enjoy some intellectual stimulation with your morning caffeine.


Sunday, December 28, 2008

Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards VIII Boldly Goes

Where only nonsense has gone before. Ames at Submitted To A Candid World has shoved the Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards out of spacedock and onto your computer screen. Yours truly has contributed a sensor sweep to the mission.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Another Carnival

It's the end of the month, and so it's time for another Carnival Of The Elitist Bastards. This month's carnival is hosted by Jon Pieret, who has quite a thing for classical poetry, it would appear. SnS has a sideshow at this carnival, of course. I'd be reading it right now, but it's been a long day.

Meanwhile, if your entertainment tastes run more toward the consumable, NMC has a couple of live blog articles up about a whole pig roast that he's hosting.

To misquote Q, the Internet is wondrous - with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it's not for the stupid.


Saturday, September 27, 2008

Another Elitist Cruise Begins

NP, who blogs at The Coffee-Stained Writer, is hosting this month's cruise of the Carnival of Elitist Bastards. Once again, Yours Truly was impressed into service on the promenade deck and the dining hall of the "300,000-ton cruise ship" for several days of discussion in the Caribbean.

If that is to be my lot, so be it. You might as well come along.


Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Carnival's In Town


This month's Carnival Of Elitist Bastards is finally in town, a little behind schedule. The Carnival is a celebration of thought and science that Dana Hunter started a few months ago when she'd finally had enough of the specious charges of "elitism" that have been bouncing back and forth between politicians. Looks like guest host PZ Myers needed a little extra time to get in character, but in the end put in a good performance. Yours Truly has an act in the carnival.

Two articles from that list struck a chord with me. One was Decrepit Old Fool's Scientific Daydream, which laments the lack of good science education in elementary and high schools. It's a companion piece of sorts to Brian Greene's essay on science education that I reviewed a couple of months ago. The other was Efrique's article on Fighting Mathiness, which explains some ways that popular culture often gets it wrong.

So, head on over and check out what's in the other tents of our little elitist freakshow.