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On the subject of space exploration, some items from the archives:
The Inadequate And Resentful Should Not Be Put In Charge.
A “diverse group of thought leaders” opine on space travel. It does not go well.
We are, however, told that we need more deaf and disabled people in space. Because space exploration just isn’t difficult enough and dangerous enough as it is. And choosing astronauts with hearing problems, poor eyesight and motor-control issues will make things much more exciting.
And frankly. when you’re asking, apparently in all seriousness, how a mission to Mars would benefit Black Lives Matter, as if it somehow should, I think we can say that the foolishness in the room has risen to hazardous levels.
On the stupefying flattery of aboriginal mythology.
No “Eureka!” moments there. No recalibration of scale.
What’s notable about aboriginal “astronomy,” and aboriginal culture more generally, is that it stayed primitive, all but prehistoric, for such an incredibly long time.
You Will Pretend It Has Great Value.
At Montreal’s Concordia University, even light must be “decolonised.”
This “indigenous knowledge,” the particulars of which are elusive and treated rather coyly, will, we’re told, be “elevated” – presumably, above its station – while “Eurocentric western science” – or, you know, science – will be “de-centred and scrutinised” for any residual wickedness. Any oppressive taint. And hey, what better use could there be of other people’s time and money?
In Space No-One Can Hear You Scream.
In which we poke at the burning, worthless rubble of Scientific American.
Despite the list of problematic things and much furrowing of brows, it remains unclear what the “decolonisation” of SETI, and of astronomy in general, might realistically entail. “Listening to marginalised and historically excluded perspectives” is mentioned as imperative, though the specific benefits of doing so, and any consequent enhancements of twenty-first century science, are left mysterious and intriguing.
Whether those “Indigenous peoples and other marginalised groups” – these keepers of hidden knowledge beyond the ken of white devils – might have “biases” of their own, or any shortcomings at all, is not explored.
After some pre-emptive disapproval of the “colonial” violation of hypothetical microbes, whose autonomy and wellbeing would apparently be desecrated by human curiosity, we’re told that “making SETI more diverse” – i.e., giving influence and authority, and a salary, to people with no relevant skills – is a matter of great importance. “There’s really no downside,” says Ms Charbonneau.
The upside, however – i.e., the premise of the whole 2,300-word article – is, to say the least, a tad vague. Apparently, hiring Iroquois or Pawnee people, or Australian Aboriginals, or whoever is deemed sufficiently brown and therefore magical, would result in “the expansion of our pool of what civilisations might look like.” “It just makes sense,” says she.
Readers unschooled in intersectional woo may be puzzled as to why those chosen as suitably indigenous and put-upon would have much to add to the doing of modern astronomy and space exploration. A pivotal role in any success seems unlikely. Readers may also wonder why those who can construct orbital telescopes and land robots on distant planets should defer in matters of science to those who can’t.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
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Uranus, rotating.
[ Sets Terrible Joke Alarm, just in case. ]
Policing scenes.
But remember, citizen, you mustn’t infer anything from the above.
Gormless, the lot.
Doesn’t exactly inspire great confidence in any enforcement of the law.
Re the above, Niall Gooch on the alleged imperative, insisted on by the ludicrous former commissioner Cressida Dick, to have a police force that is 50% female:
Needless to say, other, less law-abiding parties have also noticed. With predictable results, including endless YouTube videos of small female police officers being absurdly ineffective and being thrown around like dolls. And the damage done by the implementation of this idiocy – say, to the public’s confidence in the police – may prove irreparable.
This is wokeness. This is its stupefying effect.
And so, we’ve gone from the ideal of burly chaps who will apprehend lawbreakers as forcefully as necessary and send them on their way towards the nearest dungeon, to ladies in funny hats who will be terribly sensitive and empathise with our loss, while we get used to the idea that whatever wrong was done to us will most likely go unpunished.
Feel the progress.
Lies as a gesture of respect?
“constitutional lawyers”
You left off ‘or that we will be punished as insufficiently grateful for the victimisation.’
Policing scenes: I have mentioned before that when my 3 girls were going off to college I showed them that if I, a middle aged average guy, grabbed their 2 wrists together, they could not get away. And it was easy for me to hold. The point being don’t believe the movies where little pretty movie stars beat up bad guys.
The conceit that 5 ft female cops are in any way competent to arrest grown men is hilarious and dangerous. It actually can lead to escalation because the perps are not intimidated.
Can’t believe this even needs saying. But “this is where we are”, as our host says.
As I’ve said before,
A while ago, I was watching a small female police officer talking to some kids, most of whom were bigger than she was, and it occurred to me that, were I a determined criminal, there would be little she could do to impede my escape. I’m not exactly a hulking brute, but I’m fairly confident I could repel her in a decisive way.
And if such thoughts occur to me, a law-abiding saint, they will have occurred to others.
And yes, this is where we are.
It’s been a long strange journey.
The first lie I recall noticing was very early in grade school, when liberals demanded social promotion of (mostly black) failing students. They insisted without evidence that this would not set up those students for yet more failure.
The alleged benefits? The kids would stay with their age cohort and (most important) would not be shamed.
The actual results? Dilution and degradation of standards, with high school graduates who were functionally illiterate, innumerate, and ignorant of virtually everything. But boy were they proud!
As many others have noted, the prevailing social and political assumptions, the trajectory of our so-called progress, would, until quite recently, have struck a large majority of people as… bizarre. Possibly dystopian or grotesque.
At best, a comedy sketch.
Experimental music or solar emission?
I fell down your ‘Reheated’ rabbit hole and lost over an hour. But I regret nothing.
Have dropped some British quids in your tip jar.
If it’s any consolation, it happens to me more often than I’d care to admit. But then, that’s sort of the idea.
Bless you, sir. May your sofa cushions be adequately fluffed.
No extra charge.
I like to think this place gives good rabbit hole.
Top and bottom of page, juxtaposition, highly amusing. And it does – most excellently.
Band name, obviously.
I saw Uranus Rotating at The Rabbit Hole in Daytona Beach back in 2004. I believe they opened for Ludacris and Cressida Dick.
Thing is, the more you learn about, for instance, Secchi and his numerous achievements, the rather profound implications of his spectroscopy, etc., the more egregious the tongue-bathing of aboriginal “astronomy” seems.
My father, a combat vet Marine, took care to make his tike (me) understand the purpose of big cops. His experience, after all, was the relationship between other, less orderly combat marines, vs the MP.
Sadly his lecture was pretty abstract. Apparently his interactions with MP were limited. E.G he told me that when an MP says “You! What are you doing there?” that it’s suboptimal to respond “Everybody’s got to be SOMEWHERE, sarge.”
Being paid to be stupid.
Don’t be silly, Cressida Dick is a traditional English dessert made of suet, oats, pomegranate, and peach pits.
No shit. That’s where they got the name from. Like Meat Loaf or Red Hot Chili Peppers or A Flock of Seagulls.