Nuclear Act One

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We will never see another voluntary relinquishing of nuclear weapons/capability. The reason for this is us.

Wait, let me rephrase that. The reason we will never see another voluntary relinquishing of nuclear weapons is the USA. We could have done things differently but, we didn't.

During 45's term he inexplicably chose to vacate the agreement that had been negotiated by a previous administration with Iran. The result of that was that Iran made the perfectly rational decision to renew their efforts to join the nuclear club. Because he chose not to honor a reasonable international agreement, no leaders of other nations will ever consider such an agreement "ironclad" ever again.

When the USSR broke up, some of the former constituent nations had nuclear leftovers. Those who didn't want the hassle and expense of maintenance and upkeep voluntarily gave up that nuclear material. Ukraine was one of those nations. The USA tacitly agreed to ensure there were no negative repercussions from their greater good act. Then Russia invaded them and we did diddly squat. 47 has shown a distinct preference for interacting with autocrats and Putin is his favorite. So even the monetary and weapons assistance they have gotten from us is at risk immediately upon 47's inauguration.

The rest of the world has no problem seeing this. The entirety of the world in no longer under the delusion that the USA will protect them if they give up their nuclear ability or ambition. The rest of the world will have their fingers crossed behind their backs and a smirk on their lips as they sign "ironclad" agreements with the USA knowing full well that the next POTUS might just decide to not honor it.

Governance at all levels, from the hyper-local to the international (and probably beyond in the not-so-distant future) is predicated on the willingness of the populace to be governed. When the population refuses, governance doesn't happen. When the population has no trust in the documents and agreements of governance, they are significantly less likely to participate and/or adhere to the conditions of the agreement. We have burned such trust and good will as we had acquired post WWII. The next time we want to talk to a nation about their nuclear abilities/ambitions, we will need to show up with money and will probably still not be trusted.

You might be forgiven for kneejerking to the idea that this is not something you, on American soil, need to worry about. I think you're wrong. The expense of nuclear technology includes the cost to secure the facility and/or the material and/or the device(s). With no known threat, there would be extreme temptation to save money by reducing security. There are probably a thousand terror groups in the world actually salivating over the prospect. A lot of them want to kill you. The potential for terror groups that want me dead of having access to nuclear weapons/material is something that I think bears watching.

Either way, we have screwed the pooch. Once a nation's leaders decide to sell their nuclear materials, it will be difficult to justify not going with the highest bidder regardless of who that is. I can pretty much guarantee that we are not going to like the repercussions of our actions.

I ain't psychic but, I can see.

Savant or Saboteur?

 Savant or Saboteur?

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Have you ever donated blood? If yes, are you dead? Why not?

No really, explain to me why taking a significant percentage of your blood did not kill you. Feel free to pause your reading right here and explain in comments why that didn't kill you. I'll wait here.

If I were to speak of the breadbasket of the USA, what picture comes to mind? For many of us, it is the Mississippi River valley and plains. Apparently areas the Mississippi River floods into are really good for human agriculture.

In CPR training years ago, we were taught that our exhaled breath contained enough oxygen to justify sharing that breath with someone in desperate need for whatever reason.

There are certainly other examples you can think of on your own but I'm just gonna start here. If your body was a truly efficient machine, it would have exactly as much blood as it needed. Any loss of blood would be fatal. If your body was a truly efficient machine, you would metabolize all of the oxygen taken in with each breath. Since we know that flood plains are good for agriculture, farming there would be more efficient than constructing reservoirs that keep that prime property under water.

There is much to like about a simple process or machine that is as efficient as possible. But that simplicity is key. As a process or machine grows in complexity, the most efficient points are frequently also known as SPOFs or Single Point Of Failure.  Recently, there have been several news stories about “Ransom Attacks” wherein a network of computers is hacked to deny access to the rightful owners until a ransom is paid.  Business, government and hospitals have been attacked making the network or elements of the network, SPOFs.

I probably don't need to explain why it would be a bad thing to have a paper cut's amount of lost blood to be fatal. (there would be very few female humans past the age of puberty). I like being able to swim under water for a couple of minutes with no ill effects. There are obvious reasons why there are places that efficiency simply isn't desirable. As a general rule, it is reasonable to say that as an entity becomes more complex, we must be very judicious in our pursuit of efficiency.

A human liver is a pretty complex entity. Other human organs are not noticeably less complex. So humans are complex collections of complex entities. Collections of humans, whether family, community, county, city, state, nation or geographic region, cannot be less complex than the entities that are their constituent parts. Governance of those collections of collections of collections of complex entities, cannot help but be complex. An effort to make government efficient, is the process of determining where one wants to place the SPOF.

Now, I am not telling you secrets here. What I am saying is what almost any intelligent and/or educated individual would know - if they cared to. The existence of "savants" in human culture has been known for centuries or longer. They are those folk with an extreme knowledge or awareness of just one thing. They are not generalists and if they were, the word would mean nothing.

So, are they savants or saboteurs? Elon and Vivek are allegedly very highly educated. They have clearly shown a savant level of ability to make money. Can they both really be so clueless as to not understand Complex Systems Analysis? Because I have trouble seeing an option other than they really are ignorant of most everything outside their areas of education OR they have the goal of sabotaging the USA.

I like having my government be robust. Robustness always comes at the cost of efficiency - always. I do not wish for there to be a Single Point Of Failure in my government. I have nothing but antipathy and disgust for those who through ignorance or intent are attempting to ensure the government of the USA has an accessible SPOF. In the old days, we called such people traitors.

 GIGO

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The operator of a motor vehicle is an integral part of that motor vehicle during said operation. The operator decides what the destination is and what route to take. They decide the urgency level of the trip. They make decisions concerning the safety and efficiency of the trip.

The operator, whether they are actively aware of it or not, makes use of a LOT of factors including their familiarity with the area(or the lack thereof), the weather conditions, time of day, physical health of the operator, what they are transporting other than themselves etc etc etc. Not to mention monitoring the output that the vehicle sensors send to the dashboard.

The condition of the vehicle, the design of the vehicle, the condition of the driving surface, the chance(s) that an animal of one sort or another will dash into the path of the vehicle are all considerations and the operator must do the considering.

We humans have a pretty large capacity for ignoring things that are functioning as expected. So we might not think about things we consider automatic even as we make decisions based on them. The look, smell, sound and even feel of an area can (and should) affect choices the operator makes.

The ongoing effort to automate vehicular operation specifically by the immigrant oligarch that understands far less than he claims, appears to be ignoring the truth of the previous sentence. In deference to the perversion masquerading as capitalism, he wants to use as few sensors as possible to keep material costs and development costs down. To paraphrase an old canard, things should be as simple as possible, but no simpler.

It is my considered opinion that fewer sensors are not better. Even if your visible light sensors can see from infrared through ultraviolet, relying solely on visual sensors seems irresponsible. Radar sees better in rain and fog. The last several times I have moved over for an emergency vehicle, I heard it well before I saw it. Why would we not have audio sensors incorporated into the design of the electronic operator of the vehicle? As a matter of fact I honestly believe that olfactory sensors, barometric pressure sensors and temperature sensors should be included with the LIDAR, RADAR, cameras and precipitation sensors that are available to the industry.

In the old school programming traditions there was a saying that applies here. "Garbage In, Garbage Out" generally abbreviated to "GIGO". I see no reason for humanity to be controlled by the lowest bidder. We need the electronic vehicle operator to be at least as sensitive as I am - and in an ideal world, it would be 10 times as sensitive.

Recess Appointments

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Allow me to tell you some stuff you already know.

Travel these days is pretty easy, especially compared to travel a couple of hundred years or so ago. Back then there were no airplanes or airports. The surface vehicles mostly had one or two horse power in that they were being pulled by one or two horses. If you were lucky, you might get to make the majority of the trip via train but, that is a train with no HVAC and not a ton of speed.

Yep, as far as travel goes, things are far better now than back when - say, the Constitution was being written. Pretty obvious so far, right?

As it turns out, in general there have been some pretty large technological changes in human culture not just in the transportation sector. But we need to acknowledge that back when the Constitution was being written, there was no Zoom, no telephones - mobile or otherwise, no digital file sharing. To effectively collaborate with someone or several someones, you really needed to be in the same building.

In the early days of the US government, there was a lot of collaboration going on. But most of those doing the collaboration did not live in the same specific area as their collaborators. The distance of separation could be miles or several hundreds of miles. Several hundred miles of travel using one or two horsepower can take a while. Also, bad shit could happen along the way. So the collaborators attempted to make sure that the functioning of the government did not stop just because of some travel hassles on the part of current or future officials or collaborators.

I find it incredibly unlikely that they intended their efforts to be used as a means of circumventing the other rules, laws and guidelines they put into place.

Look, if during a Congressional break, the Secretary of Defense has a stroke and dies, yes the POTUS should make an appointment during the recess to keep us fully staffed. However, if there is a strong chance that the Senate will advise POTUS to not hire a given individual OR they appear to be heading towards declining that individual's confirmation, it was almost assuredly not the intent of the founders that recess appointments be uses as a means of circumventing the Senate. They were there at the beginning. If they did not want the Senate to have that responsibility, they could have left it out.

Unfortunately partisan divisions have functioned as predicted by some of the founders and candidates that are to all appearances fully qualified for the position have been blocked as a means of wielding undeserved power. Also unfortunately, unqualified candidates have been installed by waiting until Congress recesses. Rather obviously we need to watch out for this and avoid it when we can. However, the Senate needs to take their "advice and consent" mandate seriously and carefully evaluate each candidate and confirm or deny as appropriate. Assuming the Senate (at least in part) feels like they can willfully abdicate that responsibility, the citizenry is not doing their job.

A Test After Not Having Used This Thing In Forever

 Due to some drastic changes in my social media life, I find myself in need of a place to publish my mental meanderings that does not require me to break it up into idiot sized chunks.

I was not sure I still had access here even after I was reminded of its existence.  So we do a test that will also serve as clear demarcation line after the idle period.

Perhaps others will resume posting as well.  As an easy way pissing off a trumptard I expect to like it.

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A Poem Worth Reading

A Moment of Silence

Emmanuel Ortiz

Before I begin this poem, I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence in honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001.
I would also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence for all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned, disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes, for the victims in Afghanistan, Iraq, in the U.S., and throughout the world.
And if I could just add one more thing…
A full day of silence… for the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the hands of U.S.-backed Israeli forces over decades of occupation.
Six months of silence… for the million and-a-half Iraqi people, mostly children, who have died of malnourishment or starvation as a result
of a 12-year U.S. embargo against the country.
…And now, the drums of war beat again.
Before I begin this poem, two months of silence… for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa, where “homeland security” made them aliens in their own country
Nine months of silence… for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, where death rained down and peeled back every layer of concrete, steel, earth and skin, and the survivors went on as if alive.
A year of silence… for the millions of dead in Viet Nam —a people, not a war—for those who know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their relatives bones buried in it, their babies born of it.
Two months of silence… for the decades of dead in Colombia, whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have piled up and slipped off our tongues.
Before I begin this poem,
Seven days of silence… for El Salvador
A day of silence… for Nicaragua
Five days of silence… for the Guatemaltecos
None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
45 seconds of silence… for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas…
1,933 miles of silence… for every desperate body
That burns in the desert sun
Drowned in swollen rivers at the pearly gates to the Empire’s underbelly,
A gaping wound sutured shut by razor wire and corrugated steel.
25 years of silence… for the millions of Africans who found their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could poke into the sky.
For those who were strung and swung from the heights of sycamore trees
In the south… the north… the east… the west…
There will be no dna testing or dental records to identify their remains.
100 years of silence… for the hundreds of millions of indigenous people
From this half of right here,
Whose land and lives were stolen,
In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek, Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears
Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the refrigerator of our consciousness…
From somewhere within the pillars of power
You open your mouths to invoke a moment of our silence
And we are all left speechless,
Our tongues snatched from our mouths,
Our eyes stapled shut.
A moment of silence,
And the poets are laid to rest,
The drums disintegrate into dust.
Before I begin this poem,
You want a moment of silence…
You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
And the rest of us hope to hell it won’t be.
Not like it always has been.
…Because this is not a 9-1-1 poem
This is a 9/10 poem,
It is a 9/9 poem,
A 9/8 poem,
A 9/7 poem…
This is a 1492 poem.
This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
And if this is a 9/11 poem, then
This is a September 11th 1973 poem for Chile.
This is a September 12th 1977 poem for Steven Biko in South Africa.
This is a September 13th 1971 poem for the brothers at Attica Prison, New York.
This is a September 14th 1992 poem for the people of Somalia.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground amidst the ashes of amnesia.
This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told,
The 110 stories that history uprooted from its textbooks
The 110 stories that that cnn, bbc, The New York Times, and Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.
This is not a peace poem,
Not a poem for forgiveness.
This is a justice poem,
A poem for never forgetting.
This is a poem to remind us
That all that glitters
Might just be broken glass.
And still you want a moment of silence for the dead?
We could give you lifetimes of empty:
The unmarked graves,
The lost languages,
The uprooted trees and histories,
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children…
Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
For more of our silence.
So if you want a moment of silence
Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines, the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights
Delete the e-mails and instant messages
Derail the trains, ground the planes.
If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
of Taco Bell
And pay the workers for wages lost.
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the Penthouses
and the Playboys.
If you want a moment of silence,
Then take it
On Super Bowl Sunday,
The Fourth of July,
During Dayton’s 13 hour sale,
The next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful brown people have gathered.
You want a moment of silence
Then take it
Now,
Before this poem begins.
Here, in the echo of my voice,
In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
In the space between bodies in embrace,
Here is your silence.
Take it.
Take it all.
But don’t cut in line.
Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime.
And we,
Tonight,
We will keep right on singing
For our dead.

Emmanuel Ortiz is a third-generation Chicano/Puerto Rican/Irish-American community organizer and spoken word poet. He is the author of a chapbook of poems, The Word Is a Machete (self-published, 2003), and coeditor of Under What Bandera?: Anti-War Ofrendas from Minnesota y Califas (Calaca Press, 2004). He is a founding member of Palabristas: Latin@ Word Slingers, a collective of Latin@ poets in Minnesota. Emmanuel has lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota; Oakland, California; and the Arizona/Mexico border. He currently lives in Fort Wayne, Indiana, the “buckle of the Bible Belt,” with his two dogs, Nogi and Cuca. In his spare time, he enjoys guacamole, soccer, and naps.




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