Newt’s Big Idea?

Fib Newton is running around these days promising that if elected President, he will get gas prices down to $2.50 a gallon. I have to say that this is terribly disappointing.

I thought the amFibian was supposed to be a man with Big Ideas. $2.50 a gallon? That’s no better than a Blue Light Special at Walmart.

Why not $1.25 a gallon, and a free 64oz Coke with every fill-up? Now that would be a Really Big Idea, worthy of a man with a Really Big Head. I’m pretty sure the Constitution guarantees that, which the Newtralizer should know.

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For Whom the Tax Tolls

I was just watching an episode of the Daily Show where Jon Stewart pulls up some very interesting video about Willard “Corporations-are-people” Romney and his position on taxes.

As those of us who don’t live under rocks know, Romney has finally released his 2010 tax return and an estimate for 2011. The numbers show that he pays an effective tax rate of 13.9% on his income of more than twenty million dollars a year. He says he pays the full amount of tax owed and not a penny more. “I don’t think you want a person as candidate for President who pays more taxes than he owes,” he said, during a recent GOP debate.

No. Of course not. Such a person would be a fool.

But Romney evidently doesn’t feel that everyone who is paying only what the law requires should be allowed to get away with it. On October 10, 2011, he spoke about the terrible unfairness of our tax code. “Forty seven percent of Americans paying no income tax, that’s a heck of a big number.” And it’s true. People making less in a year than Romney makes every single day don’t have any income tax liability under our present laws.

They’re paying just what the law requires, in other words. But evidently, as far as Willard is concerned, paying only they have to legally is wrong when poor people do it. It’s only right for him and his friends.

And not just for them, either. General Electric paid no Federal income taxes in 2010. In fact, a number of the largest companies in America pay no federal income taxes. Somehow, though, this is not a problem for Willard Romney.

And as Stewart points out, it’s not as if the tax code is that way due to circumstances completely beyond Romney’s control.

In 2007, a bi-partisan bill was introduced in the Senate to eliminate the carried interest loophole that allows Willard to pay so little. That bill died because of heavy lobbying financed by firms including Romney’s own Bain Capital. At the time, Romney himself said he opposed the bill.

I’m sure Romney is comforted by the fact that most middle-class families pay higher taxes than he does, on a percentage basis. Sometimes a lot higher. That probably dulls the pain of knowing about all those impoverished freeloaders.

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Romney and the Three Stooges

Now that Governor Rick Perry has dropped out of the GOP nomination race, presumably to take a course in remedial counting, we are left with only Willard “Mitt” Romney and the Three Stooges, Santorum, Gingrich, and Paul. Depending on how things go in the South Carolina Primary on Saturday, we may be able to keep all three of them around until August. Or at least two of them, since we know Paul will never have the sense to quit.

According to the latest polls, Fib Newton is surging again, and may end up with respectable numbers in the end. Well, nobody ever said you couldn’t fool a lot of the people much of the time. Almost certainly, this means that the Newtster will stay with us for a while. Plus, he hasn’t found his next wife among his campaign staff, yet.

Rick Santorum, bon vivant, fashion plate, and a sure winner for Miss Congeniality, has the most to fear from a mediocre performance. But he still has the support of those evangelicals who met in Texas to settle on an anti-Romney. I hope that means he won’t drop out right away. He’s just so dang sincere it tickles me. Especially when he talks about how gay marriage and polygamy are the same thing, and his little face gets all screwed up while he tries to make that make sense. It’s adorable.

Really, I want the whole gang to stick around. I need the laughs.

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The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

For those who might not remember, the above is the title of a song from “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway,” by Genesis when Peter Gabriel was still with them. Performed live, here:

Genesis, live, 1975

It also seems an appropriate label for the current GOP presidential nomination race, though I’ll admit that while it works on at least one level, watching this process unfold, so far, has for some reason reminded me more of this tune:

Ozzie, live, 2007

Some of the crazy that was enlivening the campaign has been put back in the box, now, with Michelle “I have no idea my husband is gay” Bachmann finally getting a clue about one thing and dropping out. As if, Michelle. You could never replace Sarah, who by the way made a great comment about Bachmann’s withdrawal from the race. She said that Bachmann was going back to Congress, and that we’d all be happy she was there.

I guess Palin hasn’t been keeping up, because Bachmann is not running for a third term in the House. She gave that up when she decided to run for President. Oops. But hey, Sarah, a wink is a good as a nod to a blithering idiot, right?

By the way, do you ever get the feeling that Marcus Bachmann is basing his entire life on what is essentially a practical joke on his wife? I mean, while she was getting trounced in the Iowa caucuses, he was buying sunglasses for the family dog. It’s like he’s taunting her. “Ignore this!”

And the Cain campaign was a hoot from beginning to end. If you wanted goofy on your pizza, the Hermanator would deliver. With a slow, smoldering smile. Ultimately, his product proved too rich for daily consumption.

Of course, Newt Gingrich remains in the race, so the nut job constituency is still represented. As Andy Borowitz reported, when asked whether his poor showing in Iowa would cause him to consider leaving the race, Gingrich said “Not unless it gets cancer.”* What can one say, after that?

Perry continues to delude himself into thinking he has some kind of shot, and he can be counted on to bend reality now and then. But I think the electorate will continue to side with me on this issue: No new Texans.

I’m not going to talk about Ron Paul, who believes that things like mine safety should be regulated by the free market. Or is that his lunatic son?

Paul isn’t wrong about everything, of course. On some subjects he even makes sense. It’s just that when he fails to do so, he goes big with it, which brings his average way down.

And don’t get me started about Santorum, whose argument against gay marriage appears to be based on opposition to polygamy and polyandry, despite the fact that these things have nothing to do with each other. Santorum’s weak performance in a recent “debate” with some college students displayed his fundamental intellectual inadequacy. If you haven’t seen it, here it is:

Santorum

Huntsman, of course, is far too rational to be anything but a footnote in this circus.

Which leads us to the man I was thinking of when I chose that title. No one exemplifies Lifeless Packaging like Willard “Mitt” Romney. Just to drive the point home about what a manly nickname he has, he named two of his sons Matt and Tagg. What is it with conservatives and these names? I’m surprised one of them doesn’t have twins named Bolt and Trigger. Maybe the Mittster could change the names of his other two sons, Josh and Craig, who may as well be girls since they have no macho double consonants.

Romney’s status as a haircut that talks is well established. Though he tries to come off as a “regular guy,” his attempts to be funny in a self-deprecating way are doomed by his evidently unshakeable belief that he is God’s anointed one. And when he tries to explain something embarrassing, he tends to gum it up pretty badly. Like saying in a debate that he had told his gardening contractor “I can’t have illegals working here. I’m running for President!” A rare glimpse of the truth about what really matters to Willard Romney.

From all the available evidence, his belief in his own entitlement to the Presidency allows Romney to confidently express wildly diverging opinions at different times, pandering shamelessly to whatever audience he happens to be in front of, without feeling the slightest pang of conscience. The truth, to Mitt, should not be an obstacle when power is the goal.

As just one example, his already long-debunked claim of creating 100,000 jobs at Bain capital continues to be a staple of his campaign. Steve Benen takes it apart nicely. With graphs.

Romney’s Job Creation Claims Debunked (Again)

Or maybe I’m wrong. It’s possible that Hair Man might lie awake night after night, racked with guilt. But if he does, at least he probably has very nice sheets.

Now that I think about it, I see that I was needlessly worried about the dwindling prospects for further nuttery in this campaign. In fact, I’ll bet the rest of the fight will be one big Nutbar Statement of the Week contest. I live in hope that it will last all the way through the convention.

* I believe Mr. Borowitz was making what they refer to as a “joke.” Gingrich may have thought that, but he probably didn’t say it. Oh, and the rest of that Borowitz piece is well worth the minute it will take you to read it. And the five minutes you’ll spend ROTFLYAO. Check it out.

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Solar Bad, War Good?

I was having a conversation with a cousin of mine when the subject of solar energy came up. My cousin said that he didn’t think solar power was a good idea now because it isn’t cost effective. He doesn’t think the government should subsidize solar installations because they don’t pay for themselves quickly enough.

Two things. First, solar panels are coming down in price and going up in efficiency.

Second, given all the other reasons for using solar power – zero pollution, reduced dependence on oil, etc., doesn’t it make sense to subsidize it?

Remember that nuclear power has always been subsidized. Most coal-burning power plants have been subsidized as well.

If government policy should always be determined by profitability alone, then I say that we can’t have any new wars until the existing ones start turning a profit. And any new war would have to pass the profitability test. If the free market won’t finance a war, then we shouldn’t be fighting it.

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Osama Sleeps with the Fishes

Obama got Osama, and of course, everybody has a comment. Republicans have a real problem with Obama for accomplishing in a bit over two years something Bush failed to accomplish in nearly eight. It was, after all, the signature failure of the Bush Administration, which given all its other failures is really saying something.

More embarrassing even than the failure itself, however, was the way Bush went from being the mighty avenger who wouldn’t rest until OBL was captured or killed, to the smirking jokester who mockingly looked behind the curtains at a press briefing. “Is he back here? [snicker, snicker]”

Bush went from this -

“The most important thing is for us to find Osama bin Laden. It is our number one priority and we will not rest until we find him.”
- G.W. Bush, 9/13/01

to this -

“I don’t know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don’t care. It’s not that important. It’s not our priority.”
- G.W. Bush, 3/13/02

in just six short months.

And now Republicans want to give him some or all of the credit for the raid that killed Osama. Well, forget it. Bush didn’t just de-prioritize the search for bin Laden, he actually called it off in 2006. The credit belongs to the Commander in Chief who provided sufficient leadership to see that the job was done, and was done thoughtfully.

Though l will quibble with one thing. Did they have to use “Geronimo” as bin Laden’s codename? Having one of their heroes associated with the worst kind of evil might make indigenous Americans, especially those of Apache heritage, just a bit uncomfortable, I thought, when I first heard the story of the dramatic raid. And indeed, American Indian groups are pretty pissed off.

Now, some people will say that no matter what you do, somebody is always going to be offended. Well, that’s probably true. But it’s more likely to be true when you don’t display even the slightest sensitivity in choosing big-time codenames.

So the Obama Administration gets only an A from me. They could have had the A plus, but no. If they had used the codename “Donald” I would have given them an A++.

The violation of Pakistani sovereignty issue is over, at this point, as Pakistan has given its approval for the operation retroactively. No foul, no harm.

I imagine the conversation went something like this:

Obama: We didn’t tell you guys because every second member of your government and military is probably getting paid by Al Qaeda, and they would have shot their duplicitous mouths off and blown the whole deal. Sorry.

Zardari: Fair enough. We’re cool. Nice job, by the way. Thanks for not carpet bombing the entire fucking neighborhood like that nutcase Rumsfeld would have done.

I wasn’t there, of course, but I’ll bet that’s a good approximation.

Another scene I would like to have witnessed – Osama calls the Front Desk in Hell to find out what the mixup is about.

“I expressly reserved the deluxe, Mecca-view suite, with virgins, not a pool of fire up to my ass. Do I have to call Expedia?”

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Seeking science’s place in history

Toward the end of the 1980s I had the opportunity to hear a Nobel-Prize-winning organic chemist give a lecture about something other than the typical organic chemist’s chalk talk. Rather than having a light and lilting topic like “Metathetic stereoselection using organovanadium catalysts” or even “Friends of Free Radicals Unite!”, he chose to talk about the evolution of human ideas. I learned a new word that day – “mythos”. If I understand correctly, a mythos is a guiding idea, a philosophical paradigm. In the Middle Ages the principal mythos was living right before God, with the subsidiary Serf Punk idea of fitting into the secular, feudal hierarchy. “Know your place”. Centuries later, other mythoi (if you even thought about saying “mythoses”, go wash your mouth out with stout, right-this-instant!) came into their own. Humanism, the clockwork universe, manifest destiny. Rudyard Kipling, one of my favorite authors, brilliantly captured the moral power of the industrial revolution with these lines:
“Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An’ taught by time I tak’ it so – excepting always Steam.”
The twentieth century saw the progress of science from the product of a league of extraordinary gentlemen into the defining philosophical technical juggernaut of a Western world at sometimes total war. My parents witnessed the arrival of the Atomic Age. I grew up with the sights and sounds of the Space Age. My children have no idea what a new thing the Information Age is. After his lecture, I asked the professor what his candidate was for the mythos of our times, twenty-some years ago. His offering was “Rock and roll?”. I had a visceral reaction that this was lame. (Of course, I kept that opinion to myself.) Many years later I had an insight that hit me with nearly epiphanic force.
The mythos of the twentieth century was Progress.
Deus est machina.
I grew up steeped in the idea that science and technology were advancing not only at an unprecedented rate, but that this exponential advancement would continue indefinitely. For most of my life, I accepted this uncritically. Lately I have noticed the the promises of the late twentieth have not entirely been borne out. Forty years ago, the cure for cancer and commercial fusion power were twenty years out. Fusion power has been upgraded to being maybe thirty years out from here, and a cure for cancer isn’t even on the betting board anymore. But for the average reader of Scientific American – or perhaps Popular Mechanics, the basic idea that science, and its more practical sibling technology, is the one sure path to sidestepping natural and social disaster. it is the pathway to the stars, to the “raygun gothic” utopia of perfect physical specimens in silvery garb disporting themselves against a backdrop of conic-section skyscrapers adorned with giant cooling fins. The axiom of accelerating lifestyle and capability shows most plainly in some of our popular culture: remember “Space: 1999″? How about “2001 – A Space Odyssey”?
One segment of our mechanical arts is still advancing at a high rate of speed, that of computers and information technology. I won’t wax tedious here with a detailed analysis of the phenomenon. I believe the reasons at the heart of that ongoing progress have to do with two properties of the integrated circuit: it is a young invention, and it has proven to be amazingly scalable. “Capability per dollar” is improving steadily, and I don’t have the end in sight.
“Capability per dollar” grants us a parallax view of why the other great inventions of the previous century have stalled. Take space travel. The rocket and its cornerstone machine, the liquid-fueled reaction engine, sprang from obscurity to maturity in one quarter of a century. Technologically, a point of such severely diminishing returns has been reached that the rocket used today to orbit everyone’s astronauts except the Chinese (and the one remaining flight of the Space Shuttle) is only slightly changed from its debut fifty-five years ago. Jetliners follow a similar pattern: today’s newest models are an incremental advance over the first generation from, yah, almost sixty years ago. We are still flying B-52s (with improved engines from the first-generation pure turbojets) and expect to do so for another forty years. Power generation? The only truly new player is solar photovoltaic, and currently it is still a product at the fringes, depending on government subsidies for most installations.
So my thesis is that, while there are exceptions, Big Science is slowing down.
The awesome rate of technical progress of the last two centuries but especially the twentieth – it is shaping up to be a magnificent aberration. Over the six thousand years of human history, the rate of technical progress has been slow but steady – the Roman road, the lateen sail, the horse collar and gunpowder come to mind.
It is dangerously easy for an old warhorse of science like yours truly to fall into the gloomy mindset: “The easy stuff has all been done. We have picked the cherries.” I believe that to some extent this is true. From about 1870 onward for one hundred years, the attitude of our society toward and perception of science and technology have changed in a deep way. We have embraced science as a mighty wellspring of good, and supporting R&D has become the consumer of almost as great a percentage of our gross planetary product as advertising. Support for science, for research and development, has achieved full penetration. I hold great hope that we as a society will continue to seek progress for its and our sakes. At the same time I say here that the youthful vitality of the Age of Science is coming to a close. The twentieth century was the time of adolescence for our technical society. It is entering adulthood – a more contemplative and sober age. A new mythos is emerging into the consciousness of today’s observers of the human condition: Sustainability, which contrasts fundamentally with the exponentiation built into the all-grown-up idea of Progress. Will it be the new cornerstone of how we feel and act about our place in time and nature? I don’t know. It will certainly not be something we can ignore. But futurism is more often wrong – ridiculously so in retrospect – than on target, despite the attention of truly brilliant people. The one great constant is that the future will surprise us. I hold the hope, but by no means the exuberantly naive Space Age certainty, that great things are on their way. They should be here in twenty years, give or take.

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Start here…

1) Some thoughts about blogs in general

My name is Peregrinus. I am a mad scientist. Both facets of that identity will show rather clearly in my contributions to this blog. I have spent entire minutes musing about the nature of blogs. I first became aware of blogs perhaps ten years ago, and have watched (in an inattentive sort of way) as blogs have become one of the great cultural phenomena of the new century. So I ask myself: What makes for a good blog? The following are not all necessary, but at least one is.

1) Writing talent. It hardly matters if one has nothing to say, if one can do so beautifully. I maintain the faith that there is still a place in the aesthetic continuum for otherwise unadorned elegance in the crafting of the written word. (Obviously this last sentence needs some body&fender before it need apply for self-referent status.)

2) Relevance within the world of society andor politics. The blogs that make it onto the news illustrate a new category of journalism, subcategory news analysis. Event reporting is still largely the province of print and television news organizations, although the occasional independent documentarist provides the exception that seasons the rule.

3) An exceptionally broad and wide knowledge of a chosen subject, such that one develops a name among fellow specialists. This could be as esoteric as knowing how to sharpen Japanese steel tools, or as universal as (your ad here!).

4) A sense of humor.

5) Finally and generically – something to say!

Where do I fit in? I like to think that I score in the higher percentiles in categories 1 and 4. 2 is a flat bust for me; more about that later. While I have a number of passionate hobbies, my online travels have always placed me in contact with those who know so much more on the subject in question. So scratch number 3 as my springboard to dizzying fame. It also makes me diffident about the big one – number 5.

So what has induced me to enter the world of blogging? (I do not like the word blogosphere. It is dysphonious … my word for a word or phrase that offends my sense of language as music.) The simplest answer: Human kindness received. Fierce Bob has invited me to contribute to this blogsite, and that has tipped me over toward framing and sharing some of my less random thoughts. I will post bits here about what life has taught me, cool things in the world of nature, the ever-refreshing spring of wonder that is observing Physics in Real Life (trademark thingy), and perhaps even snippets of my attempts to write fiction … primarily science fiction.

I will pay attention to the Comments space. I have always envisioned a blog to be an open diary, an invitation to dialog. So, O Gentle Reader – this is for and about you. I hope to find readers who see themselves as sufficiently kindred spirits that they will be roused to comment in a positive andor constructive way.

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Sex scandals: Should we care?

Today, Congressman Christopher Lee (R- New York) resigned after facts emerged concerning his attempt to arrange a dalliance with a woman who had placed an ad on Craig’s List.

The Congressman sent this woman a topless photograph of himself, apparently in the belief that the sight of his manly chest would excite her to the point where she would rush to meet him at a Motel 6 and they could have gratifying intercourse.

The question is, should we care? Is this really anyone’s business besides, say, Mrs. Lee’s? Does it really matter what some randy Representative does with his own equipment?

Well, I think it does matter in this case, and I’ll tell you why. It matters to me precisely because it is none of my business. It is so thoroughly not my business that I should never have known about it.

If a Congressman is going to sleep around, he has to be able to be discreet. He needs to keep his affairs quiet, lest they expose him to blackmail. As long as he can do that, he can boink anything with a pulse, as far as I’m concerned. (At least that would show he had some standards.)

I understand that the occasional wife (or husband) will inevitably find out about his (or her) spouse’s tawdry affairs. I just don’t want to find myself on the CC list when that memo goes out.

I mean, I live in California. Up until today, I had never even heard of Rep. Lee. I had no idea what kind of dating routine he had going, and certainly no desire to find out about it.

If a United States Congressperson is such a bumbler that he can’t even keep me out of the loop about his sex life, he is a nitwit and a fool with no sense and profoundly poor judgement. And I think I’m being kind in describing him thusly.

By creating a situation in which I, a man innocent of all knowledge of his existence prior to today, am now clued in about his seamy side, Mr. Lee has demonstrated an appalling absence of competence. So I am happy to see him slink off into ignominy, reducing the number of fish-headed boobs in the Legislative Branch of our government by one.

Sadly, he will be replaced, which tempers my joy.

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Say What?

Speaking at an event billed as the first nationwide Tea Party Town Hall earlier this week, Congressperson Michele Bachmann, (R-Wisconsin), responded to a web viewer’s question about divisiveness with the claim that the Tea Party is all about bringing people together. She connected this idea with the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, saying, “Our founding documents, they cannot be improved upon.”

Given the fact that Bachmann herself is the sponsor of one proposed amendment to the Constitution, and that her Republican colleagues have introduced 42 other amendments just in the past year, this would appear to be a contradiction. If the Constitution “cannot be improved upon,” then why do they want to make so many changes to it?

The apparent contradiction was baffling to me. However, after some thought I realized that none of the amendments proposed by these people would be an improvement. So it turns out there is no contradiction.

That’s a relief, eh?

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