Comment of The Day – I Blame John Wayne

Comes via Sore Eyes from Charlie Stross’ blog and the commentathon that ensued when he pointed out, quite reasonably (as I’ve been saying to Martin for yonks too, and don’t get me started on eternal bloody life again or We Will Have A Row) that interstellar travel’s a complete and utter pointless fantasy, and that human space travel even within the solar system is unlikely at the very best.

Comment 237 of 450-odd sums it up:

237:

For those just joining, here is a summary of many of the previous comments. Be careful! What you’re about to say might have been said already.

“I don’t know who you are, Mr. So-called Science Fiction writer, but you are a pessimist! You of all people should be pushing fantasy, not poo-poo headedness!”

“I did not read your article, but you are wrong!”

“How can you not understand that humanity will inevitably invent magic ponies, which will carry us to the stars on their backs?!”

“Why are you so narrow-minded, Mister Physics and Numbers?! Leave the equations out of space travel: they don’t belong there!”

Thank you, and good night.

Well, quite.

But this explosion of comments is the flowering of a totally erroneous political mindset, one that as far as I can see doesn’t get discussed much publicly any more in SF fandom foir fear of flamewars.

What seems to have gripped many of the engineering/libertarian-verging-on-wingnut chohort, like Instapundit and his fellow Randite robotarians – is that we can fuck up this planet, but something will save us, be it cryogenics, uploading (selected, special) personalities to computers, or maybe just the sudden miraculous invention of an interstellar hyperdrive and a handy, earth-like planet ready and waiting in some other star system.

It’s the old ‘cavalry to the rescue’ thing again. Jeez, fuck something up, wait for the grownups to come along and fix it, story of the wingnut life. But what if you are the grownup and there is no-one else? Cowboy movies have a lot to answer for.

When is the Right going to get to grips with the fact that we have one planet, and if we fuck it up, we all die. There is no afterlife, there is no Battlestar Galactica, there is no warp drive, Shane’s not coming back and there are no High Elves: there’s this planet, and when it’s dead we’re dead with it.

Nope, easier to bury yourself yourself in magical thinking by treating speculative fiction as though it were real and believing any old bollocks, if it means you can evade responsibility for your collective actions in the here and now.

Comment of The Day

At Comment is Free, on the Bush Albanian watch-stealing incident:

“Surely this footage is faked” I thought when I saw the footage. This president is so dumb there is no way he knows how to tell the time on a watch. It must have been superimposed onto his wrist.

Posted by SimonRalli on June 13, 2007 7:28 AM.

Comment of the Day

One of the reasons the Guardian/Observer online combo is so useful, is that although they’re no longer the crusading radical papers of yore in them we have all the alleged progressives in one place, handy for slinging their ridiculous words back at them.

There’s the Blair apologists like Hutton and Toynbee, the pompous and self-important, like Cohen and Rawnsley, all in one convenient, nausea-inducing package, plus Comment is Free. It has a relatively open comment system, though there have been charges of poilitical moderation made by disgruntled commenters. Despite this admirable openness the papers do have their sacred cows; for instance I see there’s no commenting on Christina Odone.’s religio-elitist twittering. She’s apparerntly sacrosanct, being very well connected in political Catholic circles. It’s like wingnut welfare, only Blairite. (I digress, but there’s always time to poke fun at Our Lady of the Cocktail Parties.)

Anyway, Comment is Free’s comment sections are a boon to Comment of the Day, so cheers for that at least, Guardian/Observer. Oh and the ‘Apprentice’ liveblogging too. That was fun.

Today’s COTD summed up the current state of political affairs so cogently I had to feature it. I also value anything that saves me the trouble of writing – I can never say exactly what I mean and I’m lazy too, so if someone has saved me the trouble, yay go for it.

Falseflagmedia

June 10, 2007 8:17 AM

As cynics might see it, the whole concept of representative democracy is now dead.

By such criticism, It has been subsumed within an economic system of global corporate capitalism, where corporate lobbying, cash for questions, knighthoods for loans and the like have, arguably, turned it into a system of ‘misrepresentative’ democracy.

Politics, acorcordingly, continues to have a national constituency, and must be legitimised by reference to the ‘national interest’, but the corporate forces at work that control the economy are transnational and have no democratic mandate or control.

The alleged potential implications are perhaps legion:

The current political system, of what might be called ‘corporate feudalism’, operates to facilitate access and entry by sympathetic politicans and journalists to the controlling corporate elite, and to deflect attention from the real state of affairs. Politics can become visible crisis micro-(mis)management, whilst structural problems continue unabated.

The gap between spin and substance thus diverges ever more greatly, and people begin to discount official sources of information as propoganda.

Governments must stake a claim to the ‘national interest’ but, arguably, are increasingly driven in private by transnational interests (e.g. oil in Iraq, deindustrialisation, ceding of powers to supranational bodies, increased unregulated immigration, etc;).

By such a view, Governments become part of the ‘self-cannabilising’ state. As they sell off and outsource their own activities to their corporate lobbyists, they have fewer control levers on the economy. Having divested themselves of such tools of intervention, through privatisation, deregulation, central bank independence, etc;, economic management becomes far more difficult. The economy becomes far more volatile because there are far more economic aims to achieve than economic policies to achieve them with (an infraction of Tinbergen’s rule). As long as the global economy is in its growth state, this is sustainable for short-term consumption needs, but in the longer term, problems such as deindustrialisation, the structural balance of payments deficit, the falling savings ratio and the degradation of social capital all eat into the structure and balance of the economy.

By such a view, our system of misrepresentative democracy, as it were, nominally and necessarily excludes any meaningful input on democratic accountability within the workplace. People feel a contradictory conciousness, empowered as consumers or ‘homeowners’ but enslaved as workers in order to be ‘competitive’ under ‘globalisation'(the deindustrialisation of the US and Western Europe).

The cult of personality, arguably, is used as a means of creating the illusion of change in politics. The shift towards the notion of presidential leadership, at the expense of a more cabinet based collegiate approach, is another feature. The creation of ranks of internal spin doctors and advisors is a product of ‘corporate cannibalisation’, where lobbying is internalised within the state itself.

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Comment of The Day: Tell It, Sister!

From the Tantrum Of The Week section at Bad Mothers Club:

Men who sit with their legs spread on the tube Janep

Listen you selfish, space grabbing prat. You don’t see women lolling all over the seat, spilling into their neighbour’s space. Oh no – we keep our arms folded, our bag on our lap and our legs crossed. But not you – SHORTARSE. You have to sit there with your elbows poking into me, and you flabby legs wide apart. You may be trying to give the message that your cock is SO BIG that you have to keep those legs wide to give the beast plenty of room. But what you’re really saying is: “I am insecure and selfish. And I’m shit in bed”.

That goes for metros, trams, buses and trains too; in fact anywhere where women and men sit together in public. For once and for all, no, we don’t want to see your balls. When we do, we’ll ask.