We support Islamicat (@_islamicat), the original jihad kitty. Here’s why.
We support Islamicat (@_islamicat), the original jihad kitty. Here’s why.
The U.S. House of Representatives is considering a bill that would allow bicycles in designated wilderness areas. And that’s pitting groups that have typically been allies against one another.
The U.S. House of Representatives is considering a bill that would allow bicycles on wilderness trails. From KPCC radiio →
This is a terrible idea. We oppose it, with one exception. We fully support allowing bicycles on the Pacific Crest Trail north of Mt. Whitney (technically Crabtree Meadow). If you’re interested, HalfMile has downloadable maps of the entire trail and a ton of other useful information.
Your humble correspondent confesses to spending many weeks hiking in federally designated wilderness areas in his youth. That includes six memorable days on the Pacific Crest Trail. (I haven’t been to the Ventana Wilderness in Big Sur for decades. That was once a marvelous adventure. But fires and mudslides may have altered the landscape.)
Let bicycles go onto the Pacific Crest Trail. That will both keep them happy (briefly) and further the cause of this blog.
A bill being considered in the California legislature would make it legal for pedestrians to enter a crosswalk when the “Don’t Walk” signal is flashing. Currently doing that is jaywalking. California may legalize jaywalking and support our cause.
No further comment needed. We support this proposal. For more information, click here.
The Church of Euthanasia. Enough said.
As young adults settle in on college campuses around the country, they’ll experience new freedom to make mistakes. While we hope for good choices based on parental example, the fact is that most people learn only from painful experience. Some will have their first brush with alcohol or drugs. An unlucky few will mix the two and awaken next to someone else in a room full of regret. That’s a horrible way to “win” the sexually-transmitted disease lottery or the pregnancy sweepstakes, but worse, it is also an invitation for Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 to levy permanent and devastating consequences to their future. Under Title IX law, there is virtually no need to respect rules of evidence or constitutionally guaranteed rights to a speedy trial, a jury of one’s peers, the ability to confront and question witnesses or the provision for a capable defense. Hello, Title IX; goodbye, Sixth Amendment!
As young adults settle in on college campuses around the country, they’ll experience new freedom to make mistakes. While we hope for good choices based on parental example, the fact is that most people learn only from painful experience.
Some will have their first brush with alcohol or drugs. An unlucky few will mix the two and awaken next to someone else in a room full of regret. That’s a horrible way to “win” the sexually-transmitted disease lottery or the pregnancy sweepstakes, but worse, it is also an invitation for Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 to levy permanent and devastating consequences to their future.
Under Title IX law, there is virtually no need to respect rules of evidence or constitutionally guaranteed rights to a speedy trial, a jury of one’s peers, the ability to confront and question witnesses or the provision for a capable defense.
Hello, Title IX; goodbye, Sixth Amendment!
Recently there has been much discussion of the ways certain aspects of Title IX are being implemented on college campuses. The latest entry is from Robert McClain at cleveland.com. Mr. McClain (presumably no relation to John McClain) opines in “The dark side of Title IX sexual-assault investigations” that college freshmen (not freshwomen) have much to worry about. Shortly we’ll write about Title IX and George Orwell. First, however, some background. Here are the first four paragraphs of Mc. McClain’s column →
Here at pfpfp we are of two minds about this issue. On the one hand, we really like sex. But on the other hand, one often unintended consequence (at least for those considerably younger than us) is pregnancy. And that flies in the face of the stated purpose of this blog.
Mr. McClain is far from the first to write about this. The case of “mattress girl” at Columbia University has become a cause celebré among both progressives and conservatives. (If you’ve been living in a cave for the past two years, a good summary of the issue is on Wikipedia. This also about the most neutral presentation you can find. Good conservative comments are at the National Review and Reason. Contrary viewpoints are found in several articles at Jezebel.com. And, of course, there is the case of the Duke University lacrosse team. In the Wall Street Journal, Dorothy Rabinowitz wrote eloquently about this.
In response to an article by Hans Bader at LibertyUnyielding.com: “College: Students must agree ‘why’ they had sex to avoid sexual assault charges,” David Burge (better known by his nom-de-blog Iowahawk) has this advice for college freshmen:
You may remember a significant subplot of 1984. The Junior Anti-Sex League. Here are a couple of images from various sources:
That Orwell guy was sure smart. And, mostly because we don’t have to worry about consequences (old, happily married), we have to endorse this idea.
Coca-Cola™ has launched their “Summer of Sharing: ‘Share a Coke’ Campaign Rolls Out in the U.S.” At pfpfp.org we support the Coca-Cola™ share a Coke campaign with one additional small request: When sharing your soda with a stranger, be sure to drink out of the same can or bottle.
Over at the Climate Nuremberg blog (run by a blogger with the nom-de-death of Brad P. Keyes), they have wished death on much of their audience. The motto of this site is “When what you really need is some sort of Climate Nuremberg.” Mind you, Brad is a self-described “science communicator” whatever that means. My guess, however, is that he’s quite a few notches below Carl Zimmer, for example.
Communication Dilemmas #1: Wishing Death on People Without Losing Them
Part of being a science communicator is hoping a natural disaster kills as many members of the audience as possible, as soon as possible, with as much media exposure as possible. As a communicator myself, I’d like nothing better than for thousands of middle-class white people to die in an extreme weather event—preferably one with global warming’s fingerprints on it—live on cable news. Tomorrow.
The hardest thing about communicating the deadliness of the climate problem is that it isn’t killing anyone. And just between us, let’s be honest: the average member of the public is a bit (how can I put it politely?) of a moron. It’s all well and good for the science to tell us global warming is more dangerous than Nazism, but Joe Q. Flyover doesn’t understand science. He wants evidence.
So we’ve probably reached the limits of what science communication can achieve. At this point only nature herself can close the consensus gap—or the fear gap.
Cognitive scientist C. R. R. Kampen thinks the annihilation of a city of 150,000 people might just provide the teaching moment we need …
Amen, brother! The sooner we rid this planet of the pestilence called the human race, the better off everyone will be. Especially the cockroaches and crows.
Brad doesn’t want to give his real last name because then we could actually verify his credentials. Far easier to call for the deaths of thousands behind the shield of anonymity. FYI his Twitter handle is @BradPKeyes.
Saturday, March 1, we were driving from San Jose to Los Gatos. (California for you lame-o’s). The driving conditions were not good. The pavement was wet, there was low barometric pressure, and many of the drivers did not drive on weekdays. This is why we hate modern cars.
When what appeared to my right? A snazzy new BMW, probably at least a 7 series (look it up). The driver was weaving in and out of lanes, cutting people off, and generally driving like an idiot. My lovely wife (who is a much better driver than me) actually screamed a bit at the antics of this moron.
But, in this case, there was instant karma. I made a wrong turn exiting the freeway and we drove past the scene pictured below. Yes, that is her car. She managed to take out a utility pole. But she was on her cell phone as we drove by. The @#$%^& air bag and breakaway utility pole had left her undamaged.
If this isn’t an argument against air bags, shoulder belts, and crumple zones, I don’t know what is. We need more Darwin, not less.