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February 2025 Post
Another November 2024 Post
I've little doubt that this will be remembered as one of the greatest self-humiliations that any country has ever engaged in. Nevertheless, there is a great deal of ruin in a nation, so we move on. We don't have a choice, you know.
There are at least three kinds of excusable motives for people. One is just being dumb as shit, and there's plenty of those. That's "he'll make the economy better" and so on. This is excusable inasmuch as it's driven by an entirely appropriate ignorance. Most people are dumb as shit, and that's not their fault; it's nothing immoral or sinful. In this system, people are supposed to be presented with two reasonable choices: go on as is, or do something else. This is precisely to account for people being morons; even morons are well equipped to decide if they like what's been happening or not. Morons who exert this basic form of democratic accountability are doing their job and can't be blamed. I think this is probably most voters on either side, and certainly most of those who swung. And really it's the party's fault for putting up an unacceptable, addled wannabe-dictator as the alternative.
The second kind of error is some kind of passionate principle or narrow interest. People who love money and hate regulation, or believe abortion is the greatest sin, or seek to punish the guy who tepidly supported Israel in its bombing. This is an error of principles. These principles are subjective, and while it's a poor idea to put them above the elementary social compact, most everyone has something they'd put above that compact--their family, their own skin, whatever. On some level, we ought to be humble enough to accept their choice of principle.
The third possibility is accelerationism. There are those who believe that the system is so broken that someone needs to smash it fully. They accept that this man is not only a piece of shit scumbag, but also incompetent and incontinent, but this is the tool they have. Arguably, some would say, only a person this warped and shriveled, this empty and cheap, this totally void, could do so. I think there's something to this view, and it is held by some intelligent people. This one is very excusable in some sense: I think the system we have is imperfect but very good and should be sustained (that is, I'm a conservative); they think it needs to be torn down in order to make progress (that is, they are progressive); and that's an instinct I can sympathize with.
By contrast, what I don't excuse is the plain old narrow sadism of trolls. One may feel resentment, one may genuinely be wronged, but to respond to it by giving in to your sadistic nature? That's the behavior of a villain, of Richard III. At its core is unformedness, immaturity, raw and tender self-obsession—"His Majesty, the baby." I also don't excuse delusion, which surely is a lot of it as well; Qanon or whatever. There's nothing to excuse when you're orthogonal to reality.
No doubt these factors are all mixed up in people, in reality, and so it would be more generous to excuse the majority in general. And so I will. But to understand and even excuse them means only not to blame them. It doesn't mean to shield them from the consequences of their actions, or to behave as though we're common citizens and need to row together now. We are not. They've made a category error. In each case, they have consciously or unconsciously, knowingly or unknowingly, made a value judgment that the fundament, the cornerstone, the centerpiece of our society—the principle imperfectly reflected in our Constitution, that power belongs to the people and so when the king loses, they leave—is less important to them than something else.
To my mind, this was clear enough the first time, but after January 6th, it's unconcealable. It shouts to the heavens. It's the Emperor's new clothes. To disregard what was done and what worse was attempted that day, well, that's their choice to make. But the response to that can no longer be persuasion, offers, and bargaining. The response to a fundamental irreconcilable difference is divorce, it's secession, it's annulment, it's contract-breaking, it's war.
At best, we are, unfortunately, cast in the role of a parent to a child. A wayward and obstreperous child who wants candy and wants his stomach to stop hurting and to stay up late playing video games all at once. We've tried to shield them from the consequences humanely, while being beset by a million other problems, as an adult is; of course it wasn't perfect, had many failings, but all in all it was a creditable adult effort, and it's been rewarded with another tantrum.
What is the response? It can only be to let the consequences hit. If amelioration doesn't work, the next move is our own accelerationism. The tat of the tit-for-tat has to come out of the sack, and this time we should do what we can to push it along. We don't need to take any joy in this, and probably shouldn't, but if they insist on eating candy despite being warned that they'll shit their guts out, then the thing to do is to hand over the candy and a bucket and leave the room.
Give it to them good. Let them have what they asked for, as hard as they asked for it, or harder. Innocent people will be caught up in the crossfire and that is unfortunate, but that is why war is bad.
With malice towards none is always a sound principle. With charity towards all is a good one that will have to wait. No charity, no succor, no aid, no sympathy other than in private; no bandages, no insurance, no safety, no sanctuary. No mercy. Let 'em all hang; I'll see them in four years, and we'll all see how they've reaped in that time.
November 2024 Post
New thread up.
August 2024 Post
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/19/science/rare-august-blue-supermoon.html
Extra Special Post for A New Wimbledon Winner
April 2024 Post
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January 2024 Post
Happy New Year.
November 2023 Post
Happy All Saints' Day. But there is only one saint and he is retired.
September 2023 Post
At the USO today. How are folks?
July 2023 Post
April 2023 Post
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January 2023 Post
A new post.
"I'm Not Sad, I'm Happy"
For a while it seemed like we could have it all. He was a champion, an aesthetic freak, a miracle shotmaker. It was not only beautiful, but it was the best. Of course he was the greatest: he was everything.
Seventy-four wins, only six losses. Eighty-one wins, only four losses. Ninety-two fucking wins and five losses. Every trophy but one, repeatedly.
Then there was a time when you could have long, technical debates and clever ripostes about head-to-heads and this surface and who dodged whom in that draw. And that went on for a very long time, but now it's clear.
He's not the best; he won't go down as the best. He stopped winning majors too early, or he started too late, or -- my own personal excuse -- the next approximately 6,000 generations of ATP players let him down by being useless.
But he's still the greatest. It brings to mind that line, which apparently was not said by Alexis de Tocqueville: America is great because America is good.
It turns out I was wrong about all that stuff, about how many Wimbledons, about match points, about the value of competitive spirit. Or maybe not wrong, but misguided. Maybe it's true that if Roger had had the homicidal competitiveness of Jordan, or the single-minded fixation of Kobe, or, I don't know, the sexual deviance of Tiger Woods, he would have won more. Maybe if he was more of a killer—
Sports are the official sublimation of violence into play, right? Tennis is very far removed and elevated from all that; there's no physical contact, not even within breathing range. But for all that, it is something people do because they like to test their strength against each other, and ultimately the reason people have to be strong is that the world is a tough and violent place.
He's not a killer. He's a lover, a big blubbering soft-hearted family man who cries thinking about his family. In another age, he'd probably have been happy as a Swiss farmer, chucking horseshoes instead of tennis balls with uncanny accuracy.
I'm imagining what Rafa went through with Uncle Toni, locked outside hitting balls to earn his dinner, or the pressures on Novak on the bombed-out tenins court. The struggle bred the champion and all that. Fair enough. That's how it goes with so many athletes. Rog didn't struggle in that way. He, as it has been said many times, made it all look easy. People commenting on his game internalized that: ballet, dance, sprezzatura.
Of course, that's not true in a literal sense. He worked very hard, and he had far more than his share of difficult losses. But I do think that, although he may have struggled, he never belonged to struggle.
"I'm not sad, I'm happy," he said, on Friday night, many times.
He didn't belong. All that talent in someone who's also happy? He should never have been able to win the way he did. Everything was a gift.
Federer was the best for a while, and then he wasn't. But it turns out Federer was still the greatest, because Federer was happy.
He showed me that you could be happy and win. And then he showed me that you could stop winning and still be happy. And by the by, he produced almost twenty-five years of magic.
So, thanks, Rog. It's been a hell of a ride.
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Last orders?
It seems very quaint that I ever seriously argued about numbers and measurable greatness. Sport is a physical experience that, for the benefit of comprehension, gets squeezed into discrete units of points and tournaments. The other side of it--the response of other human beings--can be measured in one sense: he has always been far more popular than the rival and the pretender. But of course they all have meant the same thing to different people.
Anyway, we got this out of it:
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And this:
So what more do we need? Thanks for the good times, Rog.
The Farewell Tour (?) Continues
Congrats to the FGOAT for making it to the third round of the US Open! Something worth watching a little tennis for -- there is precious little else in that category.
Ajla Tomljanovic next? Of course I know only one thing about her, but that one thing indicates this will be a challenge for Serena. After all, anyone who's dated Kyrgios has to have some serious mental toughness.
League of Extraordinary Fuckwits
‘I don’t know if I can call it a bromance yet, but we definitely have a better relationship than what it was probably prior to January this year,’ he said.
After Sunday's win on a sun-baked Centre Court, Djokovic had warm words for his defeated opponent.
"I really respect you a lot, you are an amazing talent and now everything is starting to come together for you," said the 35-year-old champion.
"I never thought I would say so many nice things about you considering the relationship. OK it's officially a bromance."