More News From The Place Where England Used To Be

~or~ Whistling Past The Graveyard of Civlization, Until The Revolution Finally Comes.

The Nanny State has officially Run Amok.

Because it causes environmental harm, you may not idle your car’s engine while you scrape the ice off your car’s windscreen. No matter that some ice won’t ever come off if you don’t heat the bottom of it through the window. No matter that people die from having ice fly off on the roadway at speed. No, you might hurt precious Gaia.

The rules dealing with all things not-the-State’s-business (child safety among other things) in UK are called OFSTED rules. The rules are based, apparently, in no small part on the emotions of children. Seriously. The OFSTED rules are what prohibit parents from babysitting each others’ children on alternate days so the parents can go to work. The OFSTED rules prevent parents going in to parks and watching over their own children. But the subjects in UK have allowed the outrages to continue.

Now, they are going to run background checks on homeschooling parents. There are still some people with some sense over there. At least (for now) they still have the right to say things like this:

Norman Wells of the Family Education Trust said: “It is sheer madness for Ofsted to suggest that parents should be required to undergo CRB checks to be with their children between the hours of 9am and 3pm from Monday to Friday during term-time. If it is deemed unsafe for children to be with their parents during normal school hours, it is equally unsafe for them to be with their parents in the evenings, at weekends and during the school holidays. If Ofsted are calling for CRB checks for home-educating parents now, how long will it be before they are demanding that all parents are CRB-checked?”

Not that the government of UK would have a problem with background-checking all parents. I mean, why would they consider that a step too far, when families are already being broken up because they are Average American-sized too fat to properly care for children? I mean, fat people really should just be made to deliver babies at home anyway, because they might burden the NHS unduly.

What the hell have you allowed to happen to you, England? When will you wake up and start rattling the cage in which you sleep?

Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged!

“Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged! Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged!”

Tell a sinner they are a sinner, and here it comes, like clockwork: “Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged!” The one line from one verse of the bible they know by heart. This is the squeaking of a guilt conscience.

Don’t let it get to you.

If they would read and obey the rest of the book, you wouldn’t have occasion to call to their attention the error of their ways, and they wouldn’t have to parrot this line back to you like it means something. When someone says “Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged!” it is usually about as weighty as “I’m OFFENDED!” and you should be about as strongly affected by it, if you are in the right (i.e., not at all).

Consider: The apostle (Saint) Paul wrote the following to the Christians at Corinth (1 Corinthians 5):

1 It is reported commonly that there is fornication among you, and such fornication as is not so much as named among the Gentiles, that one should have his father’s wife.
2 And ye are puffed up, and have not rather mourned, that he that hath done this deed might be taken away from among you.
3 For I verily, as absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so done this deed,
4 In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, when ye are gathered together, and my spirit, with the power of our Lord Jesus Christ,
5 To deliver such an one unto Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Jesus.
6 Your glorying is not good. Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?
7 Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us:
8 Therefore let us keep the feast, not with old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.
9 I wrote unto you in an epistle not to company with fornicators:
10Yet not altogether with the fornicators of this world, or with the covetous, or extortioners, or with idolaters; for then must ye needs go out of the world.
11 But now I have written unto you not to keep company, if any man that is called a brother be a fornicator, or covetous, or an idolator, or a railer, or a drunkard, or an extortioner; with such an one no not to eat.
12 For what have I to do to judge them also that are without? do not ye judge them that are within?
13 But them that are without God judgeth. Therefore put away from among yourselves that wicked person.

This is for the Christian who is messing up. A fellow Christian should point out the error of his ways.

But VFD, that’s not what we’re talking about

Sure it’s not. We’re talking about “Judge not lest ye be judged” right? Okay, here’s the context. The Lord Jesus was telling people how to be. Matthew 7 is part of a moderately lengthy discourse by God himself to what was described as “multitudes” of people in Chapter 5. There were probably all stripes of people on the hillside that day listening to Jesus speak. He knew that there would be hypocrites among them, when he said:

1 Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2 For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
4 Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
5 Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.

Here is why you shouldn’t be cowed by this bit of verbal judo: It does not apply to you. Jesus was talking to Hypocrites here, not the righteous. If you tell your co-worker who split his head on the floor because he was falling-down drunk last night, that he ought not to drink and he comes back with “judge not lest ye be judged” he is taking the verse out of context.

If you weren’t drunk on the stool next to him, he is wrong. Not you. You knew that already. Now you know why.

Sympathetic Nausea, I Has It.

Those who poo-pooh the idea of all psychic phenomena are missing the boat, big time.

My wife and I are connected. When she was pregnant with #1 (a girl) she was nauseous, and I was nauseous, for months. She’s pregnant again with #4, and we’re thinking it’s a girl maybe, because she’s nauseous again . . . and so am I. During the work week, I’m distracted enough to not be brought down by it. During the week-end, sometimes it feels a couple steps shy of

Selling Blood (or Plasma) Revisited.

For the longest time, it has bothered me that people sell their blood, rather than donating it pro bono publico. This morning as I was shaving, a thought occurred to me I had never thought before:

Recipients of blood transfusions benefit greatly from them, sure. They also pay for them, along with the rest of the stuff required for their medical care, and probably they pay a good deal more than the price paid to the blood ‘donor.’ If it came right down to a choice between bleeding out and paying $150 or whatever, even a tightwad like yours truly is likely to fork up the money for a transfusion.

Blood is not a zero-sum game. What’s more, it’s an infinitely renewable resource. You are forever (assuming good health) making more blood. Why not give up some of it?

I had always thought it strange, that people are prohibited from selling (say) a kidney, but selling blood always got to me. I think, not anymore. I think I’ll start “donating” blood again, even if I do have to get paid for it.

Normalizing Open Carry

In Texas, we have some semblance of liberty still, and you can roll around your own property strapped with whatever basically.

So I was out in the front yard keeping an eye out for #1, who was climbing a tree, and sumdood walks across from talking to the neighbors. He tried to get me signed up for a free week of the Statesman. I have so much use for the paper, I have never bought a copy, ever, and didn’t even sign up to get it free.

Anyhow, once at the beginning and once at the end of our brief conversation, he briefly looked down at the G22 on my hip. Didn’t mention it, didn’t stare, didn’t freak out, and (surprisingly) it didn’t jump out of the holster and kill him DRT.

No Surprise: Holdren Embroiled In ClimateGate

Raise your hand if it surprises you that Obama’s “Science Czar” is neck-deep in a scandalous cover-up of the lack of global warming.

No hands up. Right.

IF (and that’s a pretty big IF) Obama has half a lick of sense on this one, Holdren will very soon become very interested in “spending more time with his family” or “pursuing other career goals” or similar . . .

. . . after the news hits (what used to be referred to as) The News, and then the White House spends two weeks hoping the scandal will die down while stopping juuuust shy of outright denials.

Extra-Fun (Not) Way To Spend The Day: Busted Computer.

My secondary hard drive apparently took a dump. I was up late fooling with the (stupid) computer, and then spent a good deal of time today running a full backup while the computer is functional. Now I get to play musical cables and figure out how to connect the IDE bus so it doesn’t give errors without the 2nd hard drive in there.

Yes, IDE. Feel free to buy me a machine with SATA2 and DDR3 or whatever they are up to now. I was looking in the black friday sale ads and they are selling complete systems *with* displays for under $300.

I remember reading PC World when computers were $1000 for a super-cheap one, and the commentators were wondering if we would ever break the $500 barrier for low-end computers.

I guess so, huh?

2nd Place Ain’t Too Shabby . . .

My Darling Wife is very slightly insane, and took place in the 2009 Thundercloud Subs Turkey Trot. She put in a time-per-mile average of 9:23 over the five mile course.

She’s also pregnant. 7 weeks, but still. I convinced her to sign up in the general female-by-age division instead of the Maternity division, to give any *really* pregnant women a better chance of a good result in-class. In her age and sex division she took 90th out of 212. With 14,500 participants, her overall finish at 1500-ish was a pretty-respectable 10% back from the leaders.

Had she gone with the Maternity division as she had originally intended, she would have placed. First was in high seven minute/mile range, and second was in the elevens. She would have DOMINATED the other four pregnant women behind her.

Oh well. At least she got a T-shirt for her $32 entry fee, and she spent some quality time with one of her girlfriends.