Saturday, February 01, 2003
The ideal (non-global) terrestrial nation would be as round as possible, like Bohemia, in order to have the most favorable ratio of area to frontage. Frontage is always a liability, but area and population are always assets for properly run, capitalistic states. The ideal non-terrestrial nation would be in a topopolis, a tube a few miles wide and of ever increasing length. Such a nation would be able to increase it’s area indefinitely without increasing the length of it’s borders.
Native-born American women seem incapable of deep patriotic sentiment. Their viceral loyalties are with Europe. They constitute a kind of French Fifth Column.
You should probably buy a pizza or some soup for an Israeli soldier, like I keep meaning to do.
“Total Recall” is a thinking man’s “The Matrix”.
What someone needs to invent is a machine for forcing people to blow their noses. Perhaps something that would fit over the victim’s head and create a vacuum around it. As things now stand, we are all helpless to do anything beyond offering them some Kleenex. If they say, “No thanks. Snort-gulp-burp”, we are left without recourse.
Every ideology comes with a temptation for it’s adherents to be outdo one another by becoming caricatures of themselves, according to whatever stereotypes their opposition puts forth. Conservatives have our self-righteous atavism and our cigar-chomping machismo. Liberals have their knee-jerk anti-Americanism. Libertarians have their boundary-phobic hopheads.
We must not tolerate any guerrilla activity in regions inhabited by wild gorillas. It’s too confusing.