Leave aside the self-evident truth that the #Supreme #Court's #immunity ruling was purely for #Trump's benefit. Leave aside the near certainty that it will be applied generously to #Republicans, and stingily if at all to anyone else. Leave aside the breathtaking level of judicial activism required to create a class of immunity with no grounding in precedent or the plain language of the #Constitution.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
This is a terrible idea. In a sane world, breaking the law cannot be an official act, because the #President's chief responsibility in office is to "take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed." By saying that a category of official acts which are immune to prosecution *exists*, even hypothetically, the Court has placed any President, current or former, beyond a substantial portion of the law's reach. Any President to whom the (in)Justices in their wisdom deem it to apply, anyhow—but again, that's a side issue.
For anyone who disagrees, here's a challenge: think of one official act, any *possible* action the President as President could take, which requires immunity but is still within the law. One. Take all the time you need.
It's the macro-scale version of cops never writing each other speeding tickets. We should demand a *higher* standard from people we give power to execute the law, or at the very least an equal one. Instead we wink and nod at blatant abuses of that power. This does not strike me as a recipe for long-term national survival.
This is an excellent analysis of the fallout from the #Presidential #debate. TL;DR: #Biden's not going to step down, there's no reason for him to step down, and the #campaign will go on pretty much as before.
But I urge you to read the whole thing. And if you find yourself tempted to comment in response to my one-sentence summary, without following the link ... do it somewhere else.
And this kind of thing is why I keep coming back to #Quora, for all its sins.
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**Did 3rd wave #feminism cause the #MGTOW movement?**
The MGTOW movement has been around for fucking centuries. It was just called bachelorhood and it was celebrated. The “nagging wife” image of her beating the man over the head with a rolling pin (gee, let’s check the stats on domestic abuse…oh. Wow.) The “old ball and chain.” Men giving away the bride to (usually) another guy. Feminism, regardless of wave number, or any type of societal breakage by women was met with the increasing levels of hatred and vitriol. You see, these guys who say “men built society” are correct. But the next time you hear that, you may want to ask “for whom did they build it, jackass?” Because it sure as shit isn’t built for fucking women.
This is why the very idea that society needs a “mens movement” be it MGTOW or red pill or MRAs is laughably fucking absurd. If you want to jerk yourself off for “building society” the least you could do is take responsibility for not building it on a nearly equitable level. Feminism looks to rectify that. Nothing caused the MGTOW “movement.” It just went online and went from being Henry Higgins singing 🎶LET A WOMAN IN YOUR LIFE🎶 to….just insufferable fucking whining. Spoiled little shits, the lot of ‘em.
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Original: https://www.quora.com/Did-3rd-wave-feminism-cause-the-MGTOW-movement/answer/Zach-the-Voice
The system is working as designed.
This seems like sound advice.
#Covid #lockdowns and #vaccines saved almost a million lives in the US over the last four years. There's the really important part. If you stop reading now, remember that. Everything else is commentary.
The number will grow over time, because covid is still killing people. Last time I checked, it accounted for 0.4% of US deaths, 30-40 per day. Thirty or forty people who desperately wanted another year, another month, another day, another hour. Thirty or forty grieving families. Thirty or forty lifetimes of memory gone. Thirty or forty worlds entire.
Better than hundreds, or thousands, and if you don't remember those days then it's because you've made yourself forget. I can't say I blame you.
Cost, you say? *Cost*? I'm sure economists can break it down to the penny. Places I loved died, as surely as people. Ruined careers, shattered dreams, lives not ended but made less. Yes. I acknowledge this.
I say the real cost cannot be measured in money. The nineteenth crow broke us. We have collective post-covid syndrome, and it's not going away any time soon. Our sanity, not just as individuals but as a people, was maybe never that great to start with. Now it's staggering down the alley talking to itself, grabbing onto walls for support, and baby, there's no detox for that.
Some of those eight hundred thousand actively take the side of a virus against their fellow human beings. They survived not because of science or medicine or even plain luck, but because of some special virtue. They were chosen by divine favor. They came through okay, so it was never that bad. They know it was a commie plot. Whatever. You've heard it all before.
Not a majority, I still believe that. A hundred thousand? Two? Three?
*Enough*, along with tens of millions of others.
There it is, the worst cost of all. We tolerate their continued existence, these traitors to humanity, because the alternative is horror. Because we still hope, desperately, that we might be able to bring some of them around. Because they're our families and friends. Because we're better than them.
We pay for them, every day, and we will keep paying for the rest of our lives.
Next time, and there will be a next time, they'll be ready. Will you? Eight hundred thousand saved—and over a million gone. They'll do their best to add to the latter number. For *anyone* you love, whatever side they're on, stand up. Do what's right, and never stop pushing others to do the same.
Maybe it's time for me to stop banging this drum. I don't believe that, though. The next virus, or bacterium, or parasite ... it will be ready too.
"How would the average #atheist react if his daughter got #cancer? Will he pray to #science?"
When my now 30-year-old son was a baby, his mother and I had reason to suspect he had a brain tumor. As it turned out, he didn’t: what he had was a benign fluid cyst that looked *remarkably* like a certain kind of tumor on x-rays and MRIs. It took the most specialized of specialists, the Air Force’s only pediatric neuro-radio-oncologist, to figure it out. That was a terrifying couple of weeks.
I did all kinds of stuff during that time. I studied the subject, taking advantage of the medical library at the base hospital where I worked. I talked with military and civilian specialists about treatment and prognosis. I discussed options and plans with his mother. I braced myself for the horrifying conversation I expected to have with my parents when I told them what was happening to their only grandchild.
You know what I didn’t do? Pray.
See, I worked in the ER. I saw a lot of prayer. Patients praying for relief of pain. Their families praying for their survival. And chaplains praying for the souls of the dead. Because the patients’ and families’ prayers never made any difference at all.
But most of our patients survived, and left the hospital reasonably healthy and whole. It wasn’t prayer that accomplished that outcome. It was our knowledge and skill. The hard work of the medics and nurses and physicians—not just taking care of patients, but for our whole careers. Late nights and early mornings, endless hours of study and practice.
Many of my colleagues prayed too. They wanted God to guide their hands, and they believed that praying would help make that happen. I’m fine with that: whatever works for you. Me, I’ll put my trust in what I can see and touch. A whole lot of people are walking around today because that trust was warranted. I have no idea if God was there when I was working on them … but I know *I* was.
So fuck you for turning other people’s very real pain and fear and death into an excuse to evangelize. If you ever need care, I’ll give it, because I’m a better person than you. God won’t save you, but I will. Chew on that for a while: I hope it tastes like ashes in your filthy mouth.
"#Feminists continue to tell me that #feminism advocates #equality and not #hatred of men. Sometimes, I'm not so sure but, no matter how much actual man-hatred I see by self-proclaimed feminists, they assure me that it's about equality only."
"'There is no cause so noble it will not attract fuckheads.' Yes, man-hating feminists exist. Most women I interact with in daily life are feminists, including my fiancee, my mother, and a number of close friends, and I’m absolutely sure none of them hate me. Like any political or social movement, feminism is best defined by what the *majority* of the people claiming that label say and do."
"Then let the majority raise their voice against the minority. If they do not, the accept that opinion" [sic]
"They do. I’ve been witness to many such arguments. The problem is that, well, fuckheads are fuckheads, and tend to go on with their fuckheadedness regardless of what anyone else says. Look at all the men telling other men not to do stupid shit, and what those other men do with that advice."
Probably this is one of those conversations with no good outcome, but what the hell, I figure it's worth a try.
"You're thinking 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Now to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being the only way to know for sure is to open the cylinder, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya ... physicist?"
About the assumptions we make in #DeepTime.
It is a mistake to think of #nature as warm and cuddly. Many, perhaps most, #violent encounters between #humans and #wildlife are the result of the former treating the latter as #Disney characters.
One reason "#birds are #dinosaurs" made immediate sense to me was a vivid childhood memory: when I was about ten, I thought some #goslings were cute and wanted to pet them. #Mother #Goose had other ideas. Yeah, don't do that.
It is *equally* a mistake to assume nature is All #Killing, All The Time. Fighting takes a lot of energy, and wild animals—including our own distant ancestors—are in constant peril of #starvation. Even a minor #injury can lead to #infection and #death.
Violence is a tool of survival, to be sure, whether in #predation, self-defense, or squabbles over #territory and #mating. Unnecessary violence is a quick road to #extinction. Most animals would rather do something else, when they can.
So before you fall back on "red in tooth and claw" as a default, look for other explanations. They're usually more interesting anyway.
For once, a story about a new kind of #spacecraft #propulsion that's *not* vaporware depending on hypothetical #physics breakthroughs! Unsurprisingly, that also means it's a lot less exciting than the stuff that gets hyped as being able to take us to the #stars. Evolutionary, not revolutionary. But still pretty neat.
https://www.popularmechanics.com/space/rockets/a60654632/next-generation-ion-thruster-nasa/
Nice overview. TL;DR: feathers are awesome. :)
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/why-feathers-are-one-of-evolutions-cleverest-inventions
It's so cute when #creationists try to sound sciencey. Like little kids misusing big words to try to impress the grown-ups.
I just coined "#Xycophancy" to describe the thought processes of #Musk stans and I'm very proud of myself.
Bioinformaticist / biostatistician, veteran medic and infantryman, armchair paleontologist, occasional science fiction author, vaccinated liberal patriot.