Sunday, July 25, 2010
Reading List: Foreign Influence
- Thor, Brad.
Foreign Influence.
New York: Atria Books, 2010.
ISBN 978-1-4165-8659-3.
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Thanks to the inexorable working of
Jerry Pournelle's
Iron
Law of Bureaucracy, government agencies, even those most central
to the legitimate functions of government and essential to its
survival and the safety of the citizenry, will inevitably become
sclerotic and ineffective, serving their employees at the expense
of the taxpayers. The only way to get things done is for government
to outsource traditionally governmental functions to private sector
contractors, and recent years have seen even
military operations farmed out to private security companies.
With the intelligence community having become so dysfunctional
and hamstrung by feel-good constraints upon their actions and
fear of political retribution against operatives, it is only
natural that intelligence work—both collection and
covert operations—will move to the private sector, and in
this novel, Scot Harvath has left government service
to join the shadowy Carlton Group, providing innovative services
to the Department of Defense. Freed of bureaucratic constraints,
Harvath's inner
klootzak (read the book) is
fully unleashed. Less than halfway into the novel, here's
Harvath reporting to his boss, Reed Carlton:
“So let me get this straight,” said the Old
Man. “You trunked two Basque separatists, Tasered
a madam and a bodyguard—after she kicked your tail—then
bagged and dragged her to some French farmhouse where you
threatened to disfigure her, then iceboarded a concierge,
shot three hotel security guards, kidnapped the wife of one
of Russia's wealthiest mobsters, are now sitting in a hotel
in Marseille waiting for a callback from the man I sent you
over there to apprehend. Is that about right?”
Never a dull moment with the Carlton Group on the job!
Aggressive action is called for, because Harvath finds himself
on the trail of a time-sensitive plot to unleash terror attacks
in Europe and the U.S., launched by an opaque conspiracy where
nothing is as it appears to be. Is this a jihadist plot, or the
first volley in an asymmetric warfare conflict launched by an
adversary, or a terror network hijacked by another mysterious
non-state actor with its own obscure agenda? As Harvath follows
the threads, two wisecracking Chicago cops moonlighting to investigate
a hit and run accident stumble upon a domestic sleeper cell
about to be activated by the terror network. And as the action
becomes intense, we make the acquaintance of an Athena Team,
an all-babe special forces outfit which is expected to figure
prominently in the next novel in the saga and will doubtless
improve the prospects of these books being picked up by
Hollywood. With the clock ticking, these diverse forces
(and at least one you'll never see coming) unite to avert
a disastrous attack on American soil. The story is nicely
wrapped up at the end, but the larger mystery remains to be
pursued in subsequent books.
I find Brad Thor's novels substantially more “edgy”
than those of Vince Flynn or Tom Clancy—like Ian Fleming,
he's willing to entertain the reader with eccentric characters
and situations even if they strain the sense of authenticity.
If you enjoy this kind of thing—and I do, very much—you'll
find this an entertaining thriller, perfect “airplane book”,
and look forward to the next in the series.
A podcast
interview with the author is available.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Reading List: Intellectuals and Society
- Sowell, Thomas.
Intellectuals and Society.
New York: Basic Books, 2009.
ISBN 978-0-465-01948-9.
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What does it mean to be an intellectual in today's society? Well,
certainly one expects intellectuals to engage in work which is
mentally demanding, which many do, particularly within their
own narrow specialities. But many other people perform work which
is just as cognitively demanding: chess grandmasters, musical
prodigies, physicists, engineers, and entrepreneurs, yet we rarely
consider them “intellectuals” (unless they become
“public intellectuals”, discussed below), and indeed
“real” intellectuals often disdain their concern with
the grubby details of reality.
In this book, the author identifies intellectuals as the class of
people whose output consists exclusively of ideas, and
whose work is evaluated solely upon the esteem in which it is held
by other intellectuals. A chess player who loses
consistently, a composer whose works summon vegetables from the
audience, an engineer whose aircraft designs fall out of the sky
are distinguished from intellectuals in that they produce objective
results which succeed or fail on their own merits, and it is
this reality check which determines the reputation
of their creators.
Intellectuals, on the other hand, are evaluated and, in many cases,
hired, funded, and promoted solely upon the basis of peer review,
whether formal as in selection for publication, grant applications, or
awarding of tenure, or informal: the estimation of colleagues and
their citing of an individual's work. To anybody with the slightest
sense of incentives, this seems a prescription for groupthink, and it
is no surprise that the results confirm that supposition. If
intellectuals were simply high-performance independent thinkers, you'd
expect their opinions to vary all over the landscape (as is often the
case among members of other mentally demanding professions). But in
the case of intellectuals, as defined here, there is an overwhelming
acceptance of the nostrums of the political left which appears to be
unshakable regardless of how many times and how definitively they
have been falsified and discredited by real world experience. But why
should it be otherwise? Intellectuals themselves are not
evaluated by the real world outcomes of their ideas, so it's only
natural they're inclined to ignore the demonstrated pernicious
consequences of the policies they advocate and bask instead in the
admiration of their like-thinking peers. You don't find chemists still
working with the phlogiston theory or astronomers fine-tuning
geocentric models of the solar system, yet intellectuals
elaborating Marxist theories are everywhere in the humanities and
social sciences.
With the emergence of mass media in the 20th century, the “public
intellectual” came into increasing prominence. These are
people with distinguished credentials in a specialised field
who proceed to pronounce upon a broad variety of topics in which
their professional expertise provides them no competence or
authority whatsoever. The accomplishments of Bertrand Russell in
mathematics and philosophy, of Noam Chomsky in linguistics, or
of Paul Erlich in entomology are beyond dispute. But when they
walk onto the public stage and begin to expound upon disarmament,
colonialism, and human population and resources, almost nobody in
the media or political communities stops to ask just why their
opinion should be weighed more highly than that of anybody else
without specific expertise in the topic under discussion. And
further, few go back and verify their past predictions against
what actually happened. As long as the message is congenial to the
audience, it seems like public intellectuals can get a career-long
pass from checking their predictions against outcomes, even when
the discrepancies are so great they would have caused a physical
scientist to be laughed out of the field or an investor to have
gone bankrupt. As biographer Roy Harrod wrote of eminent economist
and public intellectual John Maynard Keynes:
He held forth on a great range of topics, on some of
which he was thoroughly expert, but on others of which
he may have derived his views from the few pages of a
book at which he happened to glance. The air of authority
was the same in both cases.
As was, of course, the attention paid by his audience.
Intellectuals, even when pronouncing within their area of
specialisation, encounter the same “knowledge problem”
Hayek identified in conjunction with central planning of
economies. While the expert, or the central planning bureau,
may know more about the problem domain than 99% of individual participants
in the area, in many cases that expertise constitutes less than 1%
of the total information distributed among all participants
and expressed in their individual preferences and choices. A free
market economy can be thought of as a massively parallel cloud
computer for setting prices and allocating scarce resources. Its
information is in the totality of the system, not in any particular
place or transaction, and any attempt to extract that information by
aggregating data and working on bulk measurements is doomed to
failure both because of the inherent loss of information in making
the aggregations and also because any such measure will be out of
date long before it is computed and delivered to the would-be planner.
Intellectuals have the same conceit: because they believe they
know far more about a topic than the average person involved with it
(and in this they may be right), they conclude that they know much
more about the topic than everybody put together, and that if people
would only heed their sage counsel much better policies would be put
in place. In this, as with central planning, they are almost always
wrong, and the sorry history of expert-guided policy should be
adequate testament to its folly.
But it never is, of course. The modern administrative state and
the intelligentsia are joined at the hip. Both seek to concentrate
power, sucking it out from individuals acting at their own
discretion in their own perceived interest, and centralising it
in order to implement the enlightened policies of the “experts”.
That this always ends badly doesn't deter them, because it's power
they're ultimately interested in, not good outcomes. In a section
titled “The Propagation of the Vision”, Sowell
presents a bill of particulars as damning as that against King
George III in the Declaration of Independence, and argues that
modern-day intellectuals, burrowed within the institutions of
academia, government, and media, are a corrosive force etching away
the underpinnings of a free society. He concludes:
Just as a physical body can continue to live, despite containing a
certain amount of microorganisms whose prevalence would destroy
it, so a society can survive a certain amount of forces of
disintegration within it. But that is very different from saying
that there is no limit to the amount, audacity and ferocity of
those disintegrative forces which a society can survive, without
at least the will to resist.
In the past century, it has mostly been authoritarian tyrannies which
have “cleaned out the universities” and sent their
effete intellectual classes off to seek gainful employment in
the productive sector, for example doing some of those “jobs
Americans won't do”. Will free societies, whose citizens
fund the intellectual class through their taxes, muster the
backbone to do the same before intellectuals deliver them to
poverty and tyranny? Until that day, you might want to install
my
“Monkeying
with the Mainstream Media”,
whose
Red Meat
edition translates “expert” to “idiot”,
“analyst” to “moron”, and
“specialist” to “nitwit” in Web pages
you read.
An extended
video interview with the author about the issues discussed
in this book is available, along with a
complete
transcript.
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Saturday, July 17, 2010
Reading List: Extreme Measures
- Flynn, Vince.
Extreme Measures.
New York: Pocket Books, 2008.
ISBN 978-1-4165-0504-4.
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This is the ninth novel in the
Mitch Rapp
(warning—the article at this link contains minor spoilers)
series and is perhaps the most politically charged of the
saga so far. When a high-ranking Taliban commander and
liaison to al-Qaeda is captured in Afghanistan, CIA agent
Mike Nash begins an interrogation with the aim of uncovering
a sleeper cell planning terrorist attacks in the United States,
but is constrained in his methods by a grandstanding senator
who insists that the protections of the Geneva Convention be
applied to this non-state murderer. Frustrated, Nash calls
in Mitch Rapp for a covert and intense debrief of the
prisoner, but things go horribly wrong and Rapp ends up in
the lock-up of Bagram Air Base charged with violence not
only against the prisoner but also a U.S. Air Force colonel
(who is one of the great twits of all time—one wonders
even with a service academy ring how such a jackass could
attain that rank).
Rapp finds himself summoned before the Senate Judiciary
Committee to answer the charges and endure the venting of
pompous gasbags which constitutes the bulk of such proceedings.
This time, however, Rapp isn't having any. He challenges
the senators directly, starkly forcing them to choose between
legalistic niceties and defeating rogue killers who do not
play by the rules. Meanwhile, the sleeper cell is activated
and puts into motion its plot to wreak terror on the
political class in Washington. Deprived of information
from the Taliban captive, the attack takes place, forcing
politicians to realise that verbal virtuosity and grandstanding
in front of cameras is no way to fight a war. Or, at least,
for a moment until they forget once again, and as long as it
is they who are personally threatened, not their constituents.
As Mitch Rapp becomes a senior figure and something of a
Washington celebrity, Mike Nash is emerging as the conflicted
CIA cowboy that Rapp was in the early books of the series.
I suspect we'll see more and more of Nash in the future as
Rapp recedes into the background.
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Friday, July 2, 2010
Reading List: The Big Short
- Lewis, Michael.
The Big Short.
New York: W. W. Norton, 2010.
ISBN 978-0-393-07223-5.
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After concluding his brief career on Wall Street in the 1980s,
the author wrote
Liar's Poker, a
memoir of a period of financial euphoria and insanity
which he assumed would come crashing down shortly after
his timely escape. Who could have imagined that the game
would keep on going for two decades more, in
the process raising the stakes from mere billions to
trillions of dollars, extending its tendrils into
financial institutions around the globe, and fuelling
real estate and consumption bubbles in which individuals
were motivated to lie to obtain money they couldn't pay
back to lenders who were defrauded as to the risk they were
taking?
Most descriptions of the financial crisis which erupted in
2007 and continues to play out at this writing gloss over
the details, referring to “arcanely complex transactions
that nobody could understand” or some such. But, in
the hands of a master explainer like the author, what happened
isn't at all difficult to comprehend. Irresponsible lenders
(in some cases motivated by government policy) made mortgage loans
to individuals which they could not afford, with an initial
“teaser” rate of interest. The only way the
borrower could avoid default when the interest rate “reset”
to market rates was to refinance the property, paying off the
original loan. But since housing prices were rising rapidly,
and everybody knew that real estate prices never
fall, by that time the house would have appreciated in value,
giving the “homeowner” equity in the house which
would justify a higher grade mortgage the borrower could afford
to pay. Naturally, this flood of money into the housing market
accelerated the bubble in housing prices, and encouraged lenders
to create ever more innovative loans in the interest of
“affordable housing for all”, including interest-only
loans, those with variable payments where the borrower could
actually increase the principal amount by underpaying, no-money-down
loans, and “liar loans” which simply accepted the
borrower's claims of income and net worth without verification.
But what financial institution would be crazy enough to undertake
the risk of carrying these junk loans on its books? Well, that's
where the genius of Wall Street comes in. The originators of these
loans, immediately after collecting the loan fee, bundled them up
into “mortgage-backed securities” and sold them to
other investors. The idea was that by aggregating a large number
of loans into a pool, the risk of default, estimated from historical
rates of foreclosure, would be spread just as insurance spreads
the risk of fire and other damages.
Further, the mortgage-backed securities were divided into
“tranches”: slices which bore the risk of default in
serial order. If you assumed, say, a 5% rate of default on the
loans making up the security, the top-level tranche would have
little or no risk of default, and the rating agencies concurred,
giving it the same AAA rating as U.S. Treasury Bonds. Buyers of
the lower-rated tranches, all the way down to the lowest investment
grade of BBB, were compensated for the risk they were assuming by
higher interest rates on the bonds. In a typical deal, if 15% of
the mortgages defaulted, the BBB tranche would be completely wiped
out.
Now, you may ask, who would be crazy enough to buy the BBB
bottom-tier tranches? This indeed posed a problem to Wall Street
bond salesmen (who are universally regarded as the sharpest-toothed
sharks in the tank). So, they had the back-office “quants”
invent a new kind of financial derivative, the “collateralised
debt obligation” (CDO), which bundled up a whole bunch of
these BBB tranche bonds into a pool, divided it
into tranches, et voilà,
the rating agencies would rate the lowest risk tranches of the
pool of junk as triple A. How to get rid of the riskiest tranches
of the CDO? Lather; rinse; repeat.
Investors worried about the risk of default in these securities
could insure against them by purchasing a “credit default
swap”, which is simply an insurance contract which pays off
if the bond it insures is not repaid in full at maturity.
Insurance giant AIG sold tens of billions of these swaps,
with premiums ranging from a fraction of a percent on the AAA
tranches to on the order of two percent on BBB tranches. As
long as the bonds did not default, these premiums were a pure
revenue stream for AIG, which went right to the bottom line.
As long as the housing bubble continued to inflate, this created
an unlimited supply of AAA rated securities, rated as essentially
without risk (historical rates of default on AAA bonds are
about one in 100,000), ginned up on Wall Street from the flakiest
and shakiest of mortgages. Naturally, this caused a huge flow of
funds into the housing market, which kept the bubble expanding
ever faster.
Until it popped.
Testifying before a hearing by the U.S. House of Representatives
on October 22nd, 2008, Deven Sharma, president of
Standard & Poor's,
said, “Virtually no one—be they homeowners,
financial institutions, rating agencies, regulators, or
investors—anticipated what is occurring.” Notwithstanding
the claim of culpable clueless clown Sharma, there were
a small cadre of insightful investors who saw it all coming,
had the audacity to take a position against the consensus of
the entire financial establishment—in truth a bet
against the Western world's financial system, and the courage
to hang in there, against gnawing self-doubt (“Can I really
be right and everybody else wrong?”) and skittish
investors, to finally cash out on the trade of the century.
This book is their story. Now, lots of people knew well in
advance that the derivatives-fuelled housing bubble was not going
to end well: I have been making jokes about
“highly-leveraged
financial derivatives” since at least 1996. But it's
one thing to see an inevitable train wreck coming and entirely
another to figure out approximately when it's going to
happen, discover (or invent) the financial instruments with which to
speculate upon it, put your own capital and reputation on the line
making the bet, persist in the face of an overwhelming consensus
that you're not only wrong but crazy, and finally cash out in a
chaotic environment where there's a risk your bets won't be paid
off due to bankruptcy on the other side
(counterparty
risk) or government intervention.
As the insightful investors profiled here dug into the details of
the fairy castle of mortgage-backed securities, they discovered
that it wouldn't even take a decline in housing prices to cause
defaults sufficient to wipe out the AAA rated derivatives: a mere
stagnation in real estate prices would suffice to
render them worthless. And yet even after prices in the
markets most affected by the bubble had already levelled off,
the rating agencies continued to deem the securities based on
their mortgages riskless, and insurance against their default could
be bought at nominal cost. And those who bought it made vast fortunes
as every other market around the world plummeted.
People who make bets like that tend to be way out on the tail of
the human bell curve, and their stories, recounted here, are
correspondingly fascinating. This book reads like one of Paul
Erdman's financial thrillers, with the difference that the
events described are simultaneously much less probable and
absolutely factual. If this were a novel and not reportage,
I doubt many readers would find the characters plausible.
There are many lessons to be learnt here. The first is that
the human animal, and therefore the financial markets in which they
interact, frequently mis-estimates and incorrectly prices
the risk of outcomes with low probability:
Black Swan (January 2009) events,
and that investors who foresee them and can structure highly
leveraged, long-term bets on them can do very well indeed. Second,
Wall Street is just as predatory and ruthless as you've heard
it to be: Goldman Sachs was simultaneously peddling mortgage-backed
securities to its customers while its own proprietary traders
were betting on them becoming worthless, and this is just one of
a multitude of examples. Third, never assume that “experts”,
however intelligent, highly credentialed, or richly compensated,
actually have any idea what they're doing: the rating agencies
grading these swampgas securities AAA had never even looked at
the bonds from which they were composed, no less estimated the
probability that an entire collection of mortgages made at the
same time, to borrowers in similar circumstances, in the same
bubble markets might all default at the same time.
We're still in the early phases of the Great
Deleveraging,
in which towers of debt which cannot possibly be repaid are liquidated
through default, restructuring, and/or inflation of the currencies in
which they are denominated. This book is a masterful and exquisitely
entertaining exposition of the first chapter of this drama, and
reading it is an excellent preparation for those wishing to ride out,
and perhaps even profit from the ongoing tragedy. I have just two
words to say to you: sovereign debt.
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21:08
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Recipes: Fourmilab Can't Fail Potato Salad
| Ingredient | Quantity |
| New boiling potatoes | 1 kg |
| Red onion | 1 medium |
| Hard boiled eggs | 4 medium |
| Mayonnaise | to taste |
| Salt | to taste |
| Coarse ground pepper | to taste |
The potatoes should be of the “waxy”, “firm”, or “boiling” variety, not starchy baking potatoes. If you use small, “new” potatoes, you can leave the skin on. Potatoes sold for
raclette are ideal, and usually come in a one kilogram bag, just what you need.
As a passionate believer in division of labour, I buy “pique-nique” eggs already hard boiled. These often run to the small side, and if they're seriously dinky, you might want to use five instead of four. If you prefer to boil your own eggs, here are foolproof instructions.
After washing the potatoes, if necessary, place them in a pan and cover with cold water, then bring to a boil. After the water is boiling, reduce the heat until it's just barely boiling, cover the pan, and allow to cook for between 15 and 30 minutes depending upon the size of the potatoes. To check whether the potatoes are done, poke one of the larger ones with a fork; if there's no hard centre, it's done.
Pour the cooked potatoes into a colander and allow to drain, dry, and come to room temperature. Slice the potatoes into chunks about half a centimetre thick. If you're using large potatoes, cut the slices into bite-sized pieces. Place the sliced potatoes into a salad bowl. Peel the eggs and wash and dry, if necessary, to get rid of any lingering bits of shell. Slice the eggs with an egg slicer like this one. I slice each egg, then rotate the slices 90° and slice again to make little cubical bits. If you prefer larger slices, just use the original slices. Add the eggs to the potatoes in the bowl. Peel and chop the onion and add to the bowl. I will often add between five and seven red radishes (depending on their size), finely chopped, for zest and crunchiness, but they are not canonical.
Mix everything well with a large spoon, cover, and refrigerate. I prefer to store potato salad this way (it will keep for several days in the frigo) and add mayonnaise, salt, and pepper to taste when it is served. That way each person can decide for themselves how much lubrication and seasoning they desire.
Seasoning at the table allows individual experimentation with zesty options. Things you might want to try include a little dollop of Dijon mustard, paprika, cayenne pepper (don't overdo it!), chopped fresh chives, and bacon salt. All are yummy additions, but not all at the same time!
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00:39
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Reading List: To Save America
- Gingrich, Newt with Joe DeSantis et al..
To Save America.
Washington: Regnery Publishing, 2010.
ISBN 978-1-59698-596-4.
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In the epilogue of Glenn Beck's
The Overton Window (June 2010),
he introduces the concept of a “topical storm”,
defined as “a state in which so many conflicting thoughts
are doing battle in your brain that you lose your ability to
discern and act on any of them.” He goes on to observe that:
This state was regularly induced by PR experts to cloud and
control issues in the public discourse, to keep thinking people
depressed and apathetic on election days, and to discourage
those who might be tempted to actually take a stand on a complex
issue.
It is easy to imagine
responsible citizens in the United States, faced with a
topical storm of radical leftist “transformation”
unleashed by the Obama administration and its Congressional
minions, combined with a deep recession, high unemployment,
impending financial collapse, and empowered adversaries around
the world, falling into a lethargic state where each day's
dismaying news simply deepens the depression and sense of
powerlessness and hopelessness. Whether deliberately intended or
not, this is precisely what the statists want, and
it leads to a citizenry reduced to a despairing passivity as
the chains of dependency are fastened about them.
This book is a superb antidote for those in topical depression,
and provides common-sense and straightforward policy recommendations
which can gain the support of the majorities needed to put them into
place. Gingrich begins by surveying the present dire situation
in the U.S. and what is at stake in the elections of 2010 and
2012, which he deems the most consequential elections in living
memory. Unless stopped by voters at these opportunities, what
he describes as a “secular-socialist machine” will
be able to put policies in place which will restructure society
in such as way as to create a dependent class of voters who will
reliably return their statist masters to power for the foreseeable
future, or at least until the entire enterprise collapses (which
may be sooner, rather than later, but should not be wished for
by champions of individual liberty as it will entail human suffering
comparable to a military conquest and may result in replacement of
soft tyranny by that of the jackbooted variety).
After describing the hole the U.S. have dug themselves into, the
balance of the book contains prescriptions for getting out.
The situation is sufficiently far gone, it is argued, that reforming
the present corrupt bureaucratic system will not suffice—a
regime pernicious in its very essence cannot be fixed by changes
around the margin. What is needed, then, is not reform but
replacement: repealing or sunsetting the bad policies
of the present and replacing them with ones which make sense.
In certain domains, this may require steps which seem breathtaking
to present day sensibilities, but when something reaches its breaking
point, drastic things will happen, for better or for worse. For
example, what to do about activist left-wing Federal judges with
lifetime tenure, who negate the people's will expressed through
their elected legislators and executive branch? Abolish their
courts! Hey, it
worked
for Thomas Jefferson, why not now?
Newt Gingrich seeks a “radical transformation” of U.S.
society no less than does Barack Obama. Unlike Obama, however,
his prescriptions, unlike his objectives, are mostly relatively
subtle changes on the margin which will shift incentives in
such a way that the ultimate goal will become inevitable in the
fullness of time. One of the key formative events in Gingrich's
life was the
fall of the
French Fourth Republic in 1958, which he experienced
first hand while his career military stepfather was stationed
in France. This both acquainted him with the possibility
of unanticipated discontinuous change when the unsustainable
can no longer be sustained, and the risk of a society with a
long tradition of republican government and recent experience
with fascist tyranny welcoming with popular acclaim what
amounted to a military dictator as an alternative to chaos.
Far better to reset the dials so that the society will
start heading in the right direction, even if it takes a
generation or two to set things aright (after all, depending on
how you count, it's taken between three and five generations
to dig the present hole) than to roll the dice and hope for
the best after the inevitable (should present policies continue)
collapse. That, after all, didn't work out too well for
Russia, Germany, and China in the last century.
I have cited the authors in the manner above because a number
of the chapters on specific policy areas are co-authored
with specialists in those topics from Gingrich's own
American Solutions
and other organisations.
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21:19
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Reading List: The Manchurian President
- Klein, Aaron with Brenda J. Elliott.
The Manchurian President.
New York: WND Books, 2010.
ISBN 978-1-935071-87-7.
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The provocative title of this book is a reference to Richard
Condon's classic 1959 Cold War thriller,
The Manchurian Candidate,
in which a Korean War veteran, brainwashed by the Chinese
while a prisoner of war in North Korea, returns as a
sleeper agent, programmed to perform political assassinations
on behalf of his Red controllers. The climax comes as a
plot unfolds to elect a presidential candidate who will
conduct a “palace coup”, turning the country
over to the conspirators. The present book, on the other
hand, notwithstanding its title, makes no claim that its
subject, Barack Obama, has been brainwashed in any way,
nor that there is any kind of covert plot to enact an agenda
damaging to the United States, nor is any evidence presented
which might support such assertions. Consequently, I believe
the title is sensationalistic and in the end counterproductive.
But what about the book?
Well, I'd argue that there is no reason to occupy oneself
with conspiracy theories or murky evidence of possible
radical connections in Obama's past, when you need only
read the man's own words in his 1995 autobiography,
Dreams from My Father,
describing his time at Occidental College:
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully.
The more politically active black students. The foreign students.
The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and the structural feminists and
punk-rock performance poets. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather
jackets. At night, in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Frantz
Fanon, Eurocentrism, and patriarchy.
The sentence fragments.
Now, certainly, many people have expressed radical
thoughts in their college days, but most, writing
an autobiography fifteen years later, having graduated from
Harvard Law School and practiced law, might be inclined to
note that they'd “got better”; to my knowledge,
Obama makes no such assertion. Further, describing his
first job in the private sector, also in Dreams,
he writes:
Eventually, a consulting house to multinational
corporations agreed to hire me as a research assistant. Like
a spy behind enemy lines, I arrived every day at my mid-Manhattan
office and sat at my computer terminal, checking the Reuters
machine that blinked bright emerald messages from across the
globe.
Now bear in mind that this is Obama on Obama, in a book
published the same year he decided to enter Illinois
politics, running for a state senate seat. Why would a
politician feigning moderation in order to gain power, thence
to push a radical agenda, explicitly brag of his radical
credentials and background?
Well, he doesn't because he's been an overt hard left radical with
a multitude of connections to leftist, socialist,
communist, and militant figures all of his life, from the
first Sunday school he attended in Hawaii to the circle
of advisers he brought into government following his election
as president. The evidence of this has been in plain sight
ever since Obama came onto the public scene, and he has never
made an effort to cover it up or deny it. The only reason it
is not widely known is that the legacy media did not choose
to pursue it.
This book documents Obama's radical leftist history and
connections, but it does so in such a clumsy and tedious
manner that you may find it difficult to slog through. The
hard left in the decades of Obama's rise to prominence is
very much like that of the 1930s through 1950s: a multitude
of groups with platitudinous names concealing their agenda,
staffed by a cast of characters whose names pop up again and
again as you tease out the details, and with sources of funding
which disappear into a cloud of smoke as you try to pin them
down. In fact, the “new new left” (or “contemporary
progressive movement”, as they'd doubtless prefer) looks
and works almost precisely like what we used to call “communist
front organisations” back in the day. The only difference is
that they aren't funded by the KGB, seek Soviet domination, or
report to masters in Moscow—at least as far as we know….
Obama's entire career has been embedded in such a tangled
web of radical causes, individuals, and groups that following
any one of them is like pulling up a weed whose roots extend
in all directions, tangling with other weeds, which in turn
are connected every which way. What we have is not a list of
associations, but rather a network, and a network is a
difficult thing to describe in the linear narrative
of a book. In the present case, the authors get all tangled
up in the mess, and the result is a book which is repetitive,
tedious, and on occasions so infuriating that it was mostly a
desire not to clean up the mess and pay the repair cost
which kept me from hurling it through a window. If they'd
mentioned just one more time that Bill Ayers
was a former Weatherman terrorist, I think I might have
lost that window.
Each chapter starts out with a theme, but as the web of connections
spreads, we get into material and individuals covered elsewhere,
and there is little discipline in simply cross-referencing
them or trusting the reader to recall their earlier mention.
And when there are cross-references, they are heavy handed.
For example at the start of chapter 12, they write: “Two
of the architects of that campaign, and veterans of Obama's
U.S. senatorial campaign—David Axelrod and
Valerie Jarrett—were discussed by the authors in detail
in Chapter 10 of this book.” Hello, is there an editor
in the house? Who other than “the authors” would
have discussed them, and where else than in “this book”?
And shouldn't an attentive reader be likely to recall two
prominent public figures discussed “in detail”
just two chapters before?
The publisher's description promises much, including “Obama's
mysterious college years unearthed”, but very little new
information is delivered, and most of the book is based on
secondary sources, including blog postings the credibility of
which the reader is left to judge. Now, I did not find much to
quibble about, but neither did I encounter much material I did
not already know, and I've not obsessively followed Obama. I
suppose that people who exclusively get their information from the
legacy media might be shocked by what they read here, but most of
it has been widely mentioned since Obama came onto the radar
screen in 2007. The enigmatic lacunæ in Obama's paper
trail (SAT and LSAT scores, college and law school transcripts,
etc.) are mentioned here, but remain mysterious.
If you're interested in this topic, I'd recommend giving this book
a miss and instead starting with the
Barack
Obama page on
David Horowitz's
Discover the Networks
site, following the links outward from there. Horowitz literally
knows the radical left from inside and out: the son of two members of the
Communist Party of the United States, he was a founder of the New Left
and editor of Ramparts magazine. Later, repelled by the
murderous thuggery of the Black Panthers, he began to re-think his
convictions and has since become a vocal opponent of the Left. His
book,
Radical Son (March 2007),
is an excellent introduction to the Old and New Left, and
provides insight into the structure and operation of the leftists
behind and within the Obama administration.
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Saturday, June 19, 2010
Reading List: The Overton Window
- Beck, Glenn.
The Overton Window.
New York: Threshold Editions, 2010.
ISBN 978-1-4391-8430-1.
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I have no idea who is actually responsible for what in the authorship
of this novel.
Glenn Beck
is listed as the principal author, but the
title page says “with contributions from Kevin Balfe, Emily
Bestler, and Jack Henderson”. I have cited the book as it
appears on the cover and in most mentions of it, as a work by Glenn
Beck. Certainly, regardless of who originated, edited, and assembled
the words into the present work, it would not have been published nor
have instantaneously vaulted to the top of the bestseller lists had it
not been associated with the high profile radio and television
commentator to whom it is attributed. Heck, he may have written the
whole thing himself and generously given credit to his editors and
fact checkers—it does, indeed, read like a first attempt by an
aspiring thriller author.
It isn't at all bad. Beck (et al., or whatever)
tend to be a bit preachy and the first half of the novel goes
pretty slow. It's only after you cross the 50 yard line that
you discover there's more to the story than you thought, that
things and characters are not what they seemed to be, and that
the choices facing the protagonist, Noah Gardner, are more complicated
than you might have thought.
The novel has been given effusive cover blurbs by masters of the
genre
Brad Thor
and
Vince Flynn.
Still, I'd expect those page-turner craftsmen to have better
modulated the tension in a story than we find here. A perfectly crafted
thriller is like a roller coaster, with fear-inducing rises and
terrifying plunges, but this is more like a lecture on constitutional
government whilst riding on a Disneyland ride where most of the
characters are animatronic robots there to illustrate the author's
message. The characters just don't feel right. How plausible
is it that a life-long advocate of liberty and conspiracy theorist would
become bestest buddy with an undercover FBI agent who blackmailed
him into co-operating in a sting operation less than 24 hours before?
Or that a son who was tortured almost to death at the behest (and
in the presence of) his father could plausibly be accepted as a minion
in the father's nefarious undertaking? For the rest, we're going to
have to go behind the spoiler curtain.
In chapter 30, Noah is said to have been kept unconscious
for an entire weekend with a “fentanyl patch”.
But fentanyl
patches are used as an analgesic, not an anæsthetic.
Although the drug was once used as a general anæsthetic,
it was administered intravenously in this application, not via
a transdermal patch.
The nuclear bomb “model” (which turns out to be the
real thing) is supposed to have been purloined from a cruise
missile which went missing during transport, and is said to
weigh “eighty or one hundred pounds”. But the
W-80
and
W-84
cruise missile warheads weighed 290 and 388
pounds respectively. There is no way the weight of the physics package
of these weapons could be reduced to such an extent while
remaining functional.
The
Mark 8
atomic bomb which comes on the scene in chapter
43 makes no sense at all. Where did it come from? Why was a
bomb, of which only 40 were ever produced and removed from
service in 1957, carefully maintained in secret and off the
books for more than fifty years? Any why would the terrorists
want two bombs, when the second would simply be
vaporised when they set off the first? Perhaps I've missed
something, but it's kind of like you're reading a spy thriller
and in the middle of a gunfight a unicorn wanders through the
middle and everybody stops shooting until it passes, whereupon
they continue the battle as if nothing happened.
Apart from plausibility of the characters and quibbles, both of
which I'm more than willing to excuse in a gripping thriller, the
real disappointment here is that the novel ends about two hundred
chapters before anything is actually resolved. This is a chronicle
of the opening skirmish in a cataclysmic, protracted conflict between
partisans of individual liberty and forces seeking to impose global
governance by an élite. When you put the book down, you'll
have met the players and understand their motives and resources,
but it isn't even like the first volume of a trilogy where,
regardless of how much remains to happen, there is usually at least the
conclusion of a subplot. Now, you're not left with a cliffhanger,
but neither is there any form of closure to the story. I suppose
one has no option but to wait for the inevitable sequel, but I
doubt I'll be reading it.
This is not an awful book; it's enjoyable on its own terms
and its citations of real-world events may be enlightening to
readers inattentive to the shrinking perimeter of liberty
in this increasingly tyrannical world (the afterword provides
resources for those inclined to explore further). But despite
their praise for it, Vince Flynn and Brad Thor it's not.
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Reading List: Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition
- Okrent, Daniel.
Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition.
New York: Scribner, 2010.
ISBN 978-0-7432-7702-0.
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The ratification of the
Eighteenth Amendment
to the U.S. Constitution
in 1919, prohibiting the “manufacture, sale, or transportation
of intoxicating liquors” marked the transition of the U.S.
Federal government into a nanny state, which occupied itself with
the individual behaviour of its citizens. Now, certainly, attempts
to legislate morality and regulate individual behaviour were
commonplace in North America long before the United States came
into being, but these were enacted at the state, county, or municipality
level. When the U.S. Constitution was ratified, it exclusively
constrained the actions of government, not of
individual citizens, and with the sole exception of the
Thirteenth
Amendment, which abridged the “freedom” to hold
people in slavery and involuntary servitude, this remained
the case into the twentieth century. While bans on liquor were
adopted in various jurisdictions as early as 1840, it simply never
occurred to many champions of prohibition that a nationwide ban,
written into the federal constitution, was either appropriate or
feasible, especially since taxes on alcoholic beverages accounted
for as much as forty percent of federal tax revenue in the years
prior to the introduction of the income tax, and imposition of total
prohibition would zero out the second largest source of federal
income after the tariff.
As the Progressive movement gained power, with its ambitions of
continental scale government and imposition of uniform standards
by a strong, centralised regime, it found itself allied with
an improbable coalition including the Woman's Christian Temperance Union;
the Methodist, Baptist and Presbyterian churches; advocates of
women's suffrage; the Anti-Saloon League; Henry Ford; and the Ku Klux Klan.
Encouraged by the apparent success of “war socialism”
during World War I and empowered by enactment of the Income Tax
via the
Sixteenth
Amendment, providing another source of revenue to replace
that of excise taxes on liquor, these players were motivated in
the latter years of the 1910s to impose their agenda upon the entire
country in as permanent a way as possible: by a constitutional
amendment. Although the supermajorities required were daunting
(two thirds in the House and Senate to submit, three quarters of state
legislatures to ratify), if a prohibition amendment could be
pushed over the bar (if you'll excuse the term), opponents would
face what was considered an insuperable task to reverse it, as
it would only take 13 dry states to block repeal.
Further motivating the push not just for a constitutional
amendment, but enacting one as soon as possible, were the
rapid demographic changes underway in the U.S. Support for
prohibition was primarily rural, in southern and central states,
Protestant, and Anglo-Saxon. During the 1910s, population was
shifting from farms to urban areas, from the midland toward the coasts,
and the immigrant population of Germans, Italians, and Irish
who were famously fond of drink was burgeoning. This meant
that the electoral landscape following reapportionment after
the 1920 census would be far less receptive to the foes of
Demon Rum.
One must never underestimate the power of an idea whose time
has come, regardless of how stupid and counterproductive it
might be. And so it came to pass that the Eighteenth Amendment
was ratified by the 36th state: Utah, appropriately, on
January 16th, 1919, with nationwide Prohibition to come into
effect a year hence. From the outset, it was pretty
obvious to many astute observers what was about happen. An
Army artillery captain serving in France wrote to his fiancée
in Missouri, “It looks to me like the moonshine business
is going to be pretty good in the land of the Liberty Loans
and Green Trading Stamps, and some of us want to get in on the
ground floor. At least we want to get there in time to lay
in a supply for future consumption.” Captain Harry S.
Truman ended up pursuing a different (and probably less lucrative
career), but was certainly prescient about the growth industry
of the coming decade.
From the very start, Prohibition was a theatre of the absurd.
Since it was enforced by a federal statute, the
Volstead Act,
enforcement, especially in states which did not have their
own state Prohibition laws, was the responsibility of federal
agents within the Treasury Department, whose head,
Andrew Mellon,
was a staunch opponent of Prohibition. Enforcement was always
absurdly underfunded compared to the magnitude of the bootlegging
industry and their customers (the word “scofflaw” entered
the English language to describe them). Federal Prohibition officers
were paid little, but were nonetheless highly prized patronage
jobs, as their holders could often pocket ten times their salary
in bribes to look the other way.
Prohibition unleashed the American talent for ingenuity,
entrepreneurship, and the do-it-yourself spirit. While it was illegal
to manufacture liquor for sale or to sell it, possession and
consumption were perfectly legal, and families were allowed to make up
to 200 gallons (which should suffice even for the larger, more thirsty
households of the epoch) for their own use. This led to a thriving
industry in California shipping grapes eastward for householders to
mash into “grape juice” for their own use, being careful,
of course, not to allow it to ferment or to sell some of their 200
gallon allowance to the neighbours. Later on, the “Vino Sano
Grape Brick” was marketed nationally. Containing dried crushed
grapes, complete with the natural yeast on the skins, you just added
water, waited a while, and hoisted a glass to American innovation.
Brewers, not to be outdone, introduced “malt syrup”, which
with the addition of yeast and water, turned into beer in the home
brewer's basement. Grocers stocked everything the thirsty householder
needed to brew up case after case of Old Frothingslosh, and brewers
remarked upon how profitable it was to outsource fermentation and
bottling to the customers.
For those more talented in manipulating the law than fermenting
fluids, there were a number of opportunities as well.
Sacramental wine was exempted from Prohibition, and
wineries which catered to Catholic and Jewish congregations
distributing such wines prospered. Indeed, Prohibition enforcers
noted they'd never seen so many rabbis before, including some named
Patrick Houlihan and James Maguire. Physicians and dentists were
entitled to prescribe liquor for medicinal purposes, and the
lucrative fees for writing such prescriptions and for pharmacists
to fill them rapidly caused hard liquor to enter the
materia medica for numerous
maladies, far beyond the traditional prescription as
snakebite medicine. While many pre-Prohibition bars re-opened
as speakeasies, others prospered by replacing “Bar”
with ”Drug Store” and filling medicinal whiskey
prescriptions for the same clientele.
Apart from these dodges, the vast majority of Americans
slaked their thirst with bootleg booze, either domestic
(and sometimes lethal), or smuggled from Canada or across
the ocean. The obscure island of
St. Pierre,
a French possession
off the coast of Canada, became a prosperous
entrepôt for
reshipment of Canadian liquor legally exported to
“France”, then re-embarked on ships headed
for “Rum Row”, just outside the territorial limit
of the U.S. East Coast. Rail traffic into Windsor, Ontario, just
across the Detroit River from the eponymous city, exploded, as
boxcar after boxcar unloaded cases of clinking glass bottles
onto boats bound for…well, who knows? Naturally, with
billions and billions of dollars of tax-free income to be had,
it didn't take long for criminals to stake their claims
to it. What was different, and deeply appalling to the moralistic
champions of Prohibition, is that a substantial portion of the
population who opposed Prohibition did not despise them, but
rather respected them as making their “money by supplying a
public demand”, in the words of one
Alphonse Capone,
whose public relations machine kept him in the public eye.
As the absurdity of the almost universal scorn and disobedience of
Prohibition grew (at least among the urban chattering classes, which
increasingly dominated journalism and politics at the time),
opinion turned toward ways to undo its increasingly evident pernicious
consequences. Many focussed upon amending the Volstead Act to
exempt beer and light wines from the definition of “intoxicating
liquors”—this would open a safety valve, and at least allow
recovery of the devastated legal winemaking and brewing industries. The
difficulty of actually repealing the Eighteenth Amendment deterred many
of the most ardent supporters of that goal. As late as September
1930, Senator Morris Sheppard, who drafted the Eighteenth Amendment,
said “There is a much chance of repealing the Eighteenth
Amendment as there is for a hummingbird to fly to the planet Mars
with the Washington Monument tied to its tail.”
But when people have had enough (I mean, of intrusive government,
not illicit elixir), it's amazing what they can motivate a hummingbird
to do! Less than two years later, the
Twenty-first Amendment,
repealing Prohibition, was passed by the Congress, and on December 5th,
1933, it was ratified by the 36th state (appropriately, but
astonishingly, Utah), thus putting an end to what had not only become
generally seen as a farce, but also a direct cause of sanguinary lawlessness
and scorn for the rule of law. The cause of repeal was greatly aided not only
by the thirst of the populace, but also by the thirst of their
government for revenue, which had collapsed due to plunging income tax
receipts as the Great Depression deepened, along with falling tariff income
as international trade contracted. Reinstating liquor excise taxes and
collecting corporate income tax from brewers, winemakers, and distillers
could help ameliorate the deficits from New Deal spending programs.
In many ways, the adoption and repeal of Prohibition represented
a phase transition in the relationship between the federal government
and its citizens. In its adoption, they voted, by the most difficult of
constitutional standards, to enable direct enforcement of individual
behaviour by the national government, complete with its own police
force independent of state and local control. But at least they
acknowledged that this breathtaking change could only be accomplished
by a direct revision of the fundamental law of the republic, and that
reversing it would require the same—a constitutional
amendment, duly proposed and ratified. In the years that followed,
the federal government used its power to tax (many partisans of
Repeal expected the Sixteenth Amendment to also be repealed but,
alas, this was not to be) to promote and deter all kinds
of behaviour through tax incentives and charges, and before long
the federal government was simply enacting legislation which
directly criminalised individual behaviour without a moment's
thought about its constitutionality, and those who challenged
it were soon considered nutcases.
As the United States increasingly comes to resemble a continental
scale theatre of the absurd, there may be a lesson to be learnt
from the final days of Prohibition. When something is unsustainable,
it won't be sustained. It's almost impossible to predict
when the breaking point will come—recall the hummingbird with
the Washington Monument in tow—but when things snap, it doesn't
take long for the unimaginable new to supplant the supposedly
secure status quo. Think about this when you contemplate issues
such as immigration, the Euro, welfare state spending, bailouts
of failed financial institutions and governments, and the multitude
of big and little prohibitions and intrusions into personal
liberty of the pervasive nanny state—and root for the hummingbird.
In the Kindle edition, all of the photographic
illustrations are collected at the very end of the book, after the
index—don't overlook them.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Recipes: Fourmilab Can't Fail Meatloaf
| Ingredient | Quantity |
| Lean ground beef | 700 g |
| Ground pork | 350 g |
| Chopped onion | 1 cup |
| Eggs | 2 |
| Bread crumbs | 1/2 cup |
| Worcestershire sauce | 2 Tbsp |
| Oregano (dried) | 2 tsp |
| Salt | 1 1/2 tsp |
Preheat the oven to 175°C in circulating air mode if available. Place the cracked eggs, oregano, salt, and Worcestershire sauce in a bowl and blend until well mixed. Put the ground beef, pork, chopped onion, bread crumbs, and mixed egg and spices glop into a large bowl and mix well—it should be a uniform goop when you're done. If you don't have stale bread for bread crumbs, crushed non-flavoured crackers work just as well.
Then mold into an aluminium baking pan and place in the preheated oven. If the pan is over-full, it may bubble over, so if you're worried, place a baking tin beneath the pan. Let it bake for 90 minutes; if you prefer going by core temperature, look for 72°C in the middle of the meatloaf.
Take it out and let it cool. If you indulge immediately, slices are prone to disintegrate as you remove them from the pan and presentation on the plate will be unaesthetic. If you let it cool a bit, you'll usually avoid this problem.
Fourmilab does not endorse glazing the top of meatloaf with catsup. This just carbonises that tasty condiment, which is best applied to the sliced delectation on the plate. Or, better still, mix the catsup with a bit of sriracha sauce to give it a little more kick.
This recipe makes about four servings. It's great as leftovers either cold or reheated, either straight-up or in a sandwich.
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