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I was scanning my morning news sites and came across this story.  Not particularly exciting, as Gadafi is a weirdo, and i would assume his children would be complete tools.  But one particular detail jumped out at me: Gadafi’s son is named Hannibal.  Yes, Hannibal, as in that Carthaginian military commander who rode over the alps on an Elephant.  I’m not sure how you manage to give birth and cuddle a baby named Hannibal, but that’s not my problem. 

This does, on the other hand, make me feel much better about the name I’ll use for my first son: Scipio Africanus Moles.  Skippy for short.

Waiting for Watchmen

I was in Maryland when I first read Watchmen.  I was staying with my grandparents, and I still remember sitting down in the upstairs bedroom, the NBA finals on tv, and opening the book with absolutely no idea what it was about.  I was deep in my comic-book phase, a huge fan of the X-Men and DC characters like Green Lantern and the Flash, but I had never picked up any of the ‘darker’, modern comic books.  But I was in the bookstore and Watchmen was on sale for $5, so I figured I should check it out.  The NBA game finished and some telemarketing crap started, but I didn’t even notice the TV was still on, because I read Watchmen straight through without pause and literally in awe.

And finally someone is trying this.  I don’t know if the general public will have any idea what the hell that is, I wouldn’t even try to explain that to my parents.  But I’ll be paying to see this, probably twice.  Unbelievable.

Nugget of wisdom

A cleaning lady with terrible BO is similar to a barber with a mullet.

Weird and cool

In the epic “Odyssey,” one of the cornerstones of Western literature, the legendary Greek hero Odysseus returns to his queen Penelope after enduring 10 years of sailing the wine dark sea.

Now scientists have pinned down his return to April 16, 1178 B.C., close to noon local time, according to astronomical references in the epic poem that seem to pinpoint the total eclipse of the sun on the day that Odysseus supposedly returned on.

I have difficulty describing how cool I think that is.  The only problem with such a thing is that it de-mythologizes (if that’s a word) the excitement of it all.  I mean, if Odysseus was killing Penelope’s suitors on the 16th or whatever, what did he do on May 16, 1178 BC?  Did he till a field?  Hang out with some buddies at the wine bar?  Was he really just another dude going off to a foreign land for some excitement, then he came home and was bored?

Seriously, how could Odysseus not be bored?  He fought in the greatest war of the ancient ancient world, was harassed by multiple supernatural creatures and finally made his way home.  And then he just got on with domestic life, watching the flies buzz around his office?  In a modern context he would probably be diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, but that seems unlikely in ancient greece.  Probably he just drank a lot and exaggerated what happened to him.  Hence, the Odyssey.

J: Who’s playing?

N: It’s Romania and Italy

J: oooh!  It’s Dracula vs. Spaghetti!

Immigration

The US government has now placed a responsibility on all govt contractors to check the immigration status of their workers, in order to find if any are illegal.  The general idea is that illegals will be denied work and therefore go home.

In France the immigrants are fighting back…by going on strike.  That’s right, they’re protesting the government’s efforts to stop them from working and identify them for deportation…by stopping working and identifying themselves as illegal immigrants. 

I don’t have a lot of hope for humanity this afternoon.

Representin’ addendum

While researching the czech Friends of Beer party, I came across this excellent quote:

“We ask all people who like Czech beer to support our demands by a manifestative gluttony on any day in any pub,” Mlada Fronta quoted from the party’s official declaration.

Representin’

This post was to originally describe my ambivalent feelings towards our two current presidential candidates. But fuck that. Let’s instead explore a much more interesting subject: proportional representation.

For those who are unfamiliar and/or ignorant, proportional representation is the dominant democratic method across much of europe and, indeed, in those countries which Europe so kindly subjugated for many centuries. In the US, people vote for a candidate of their choice, and the one who gets the most votes (and has the nastiest TV ads) wins. This is the ‘first past the post’ system, and means voting for your local Libertarian candidate is irredeemably stupid. Under proportional representation you instead vote for an entire party, such as the Czech Erotic Initiative, and the split of parliamentary seats represents the proportion of strippers and porn fiends in the electorate.

One fun game is to try and figure out how our national shrine to the corrupt, Congress, would look under such a system. First of all, the US would simply not exist. The US senate, whereby each state receives its annual allocation of two seats, ensures that states like Vermont and New Hampshire, which are both insufferably small and useless, remain in the union with junkyards like Alabama. Democrats in Maine have very little in common with Democrats in Georgia, and in other countries would most likely be engaging in some healthy civil-war activities. But the framers of the constitution were nothing if extremely pragmatic, and created our constitution in a spirit of rationality that has not been seen since.

But say America still existed, and we had proportional representation. What would our congress look like? For a European equivalent, I would point more to Italy than the UK. The Britons have a mixed FPTP and Proportional system, ensuring that the Liberal Democrats are consistently screwed out of parliamentary seats in which they could scream profanity in a Cockney accent, which is the normal pastime of most British politicians. Instead we would look like Italy, where Communists, Porn stars, and Phalangists ensure that no govenment can be formed for more than 15 minutes without massive bribes and large quantities of strippers. Hence, a probable american Parliament:

In the Center, occasionally joining coalition governments

The Federalists - who believe a healthy Union involves a good many New York intellectuals telling the rubes in Missouri that Gay Marriage is a fundamental right. And that country music sucks.

The American League, which leaves the economics and nanny-stating to the other parties, and follows Teddy’s example of whacking recalcitrant allies with a very large stick. Often. Where it hurts. And having gigantic airplanes circling the globe at all times to drop the Constitution on ignorant African tribesmen.

On the Right: the Rally for the Republic

The Christian party, which abstains from voting in parliament, due to their belief that God is the Only Law. Also, they are illiterate.

The Confederate party. Akin to today’s Southern Republicans, they are the ones who increase government spending and then tell me that I can’t buy beer before noon on Sunday. I hate them so much.

The Libertarians - A little kooky, but the only group out of the bunch that won’t tell you what to do with your paycheck. But will usually offer you a small amount of pot on demand.

The Business Alliance - The capital gains tax must be cut. That’s it.

On the Left: The Democratic Forum

The Jesse Jackson Rainbow Coalition Movement for the Advancement of African Americans (formerly Negros) and other non-Caucasians - similar to the Hungarian party in Slovakia, or any minority party that usually receives 90% of the vote of their ethnic group. Always joins the coalition government, in order to ensure a steady flow of government jobs for their followers.

The Workers Party (Marxist) - Primarily White and stretching from Appalachia through Midwest, this party ensures that your Ford Taurus is both ugly and non-functional.

Le Partia Trabajo (Maoist) - Immigrant farm workers, unite!

The Party of Mothers - Will constantly nanny you and badger you until you finally leave the govenment-subsidized maternal home. Ensure that Bananas have a consistent curvature and are non-lethal.

This is, as can be seen above, non-serious and potentially pretentious. But it came to me today, as I contemplated how split both the Democratic and Republic parties are, that America really couldn’t function with a proportional system. We’ve managed to take some of the most disparate groups of people from around the world, both the filthy rich and desperately poor, and integrate them into a system that dictates power turn over every decade or so. Neither ‘coalition’ party particularly makes sense - why should people who believe abortion is evil be thrown together with those who think taxes should be cut? Why do black people vote for the same party as empty-headed socialites in Manhattan? And yet America still exists, churning out reality shows with gusto.

Proportional representation, and unicameral parliaments, make much more sense at a state level. Most states are single-party entities anyway, and the ideological battles take place in the party primaries. But that is for another post that I am not qualified to write.

In conclusion, I am reminded of my favorite political party, the Czech Friends of Beer. Elected to the Czech assembly in the early nineties, they realized that their single issue, making sure that beer is both good and widely available, was already supported by every other party in parliament. They took leave of public life and retired to the local pub, where political differences could be argued, then forgotten, over a cold pint.

Relativism

I really can’t decide if I like these guys or not:

In October of that year, the five Czechs forced their way across Czechoslovakia’s border with East Germany, headed for the American sector of divided Berlin. What they thought would take five days took four weeks. They braved starvation, frostbite, bullet wounds and a hunt by 24,000 Soviet soldiers and East German police.

Along the way, the self-proclaimed anti-communist fighters - the brothers Josef and Ctirad Masin and their childhood friends Milan Paumer, Zbynek Janata and Vaclav Sveda - hijacked cars, stole submachine guns, drugged adversaries with chloroform, broke into police stations and killed six people, slitting the throat of a policeman with a Boy Scout knife.

These guys, specifically the Masin brothers, popped up in the news recently when the Czech prime minister awarded them a medal.  I immediately decided I liked the guys, as I despise anyone who cooperated with such a retarded system as the czech communist dictatorship.  But the way they did it actually makes it sound as if they were loose cannons, going around playing insurgent and unnecessarily killing people.

“At a time when we are waging a fight against terrorism, these men are not good role models, and elevating them will lead us down a dangerous path,” said Lubomir Zaoralek, a leading member of the opposition Social Democratic party. Moreover, he argued, Soviet troops were greeted as liberators from Nazism after World War II, and the Communist Party won democratic elections in 1946.

On the other hand, this is complete bullshit.  I hate the instinctive reaction of leftists to apologize for the Russians, who raped and killed their way across both their own country and their eventual ‘buffer’, which came to include Czechoslovakia.  The Czechs I know didn’t consider the Russians to be liberators, just another occupier. 

“People here cannot forgive Paumer and the Masin brothers because they showed that you could fight against communism and survive and win,” said Petr Placak, a leading liberal commentator. “Most Czechs believe you had to suffer quietly and wait for better times, so it is far easier to call them ‘killers’ than to accept responsibility for our own impotence.”

I think this is the most interesting argument.  The Czechs never managed an armed rebellion against the Russians (the ‘68 uprising was relatively peaceful, as far as I know), and waited out the 40 years of communism until the edifice collapsed.  Should they have started killing russian soldiers and bureaucrats?  That likely would have brought a furious reaction and led to many more deaths.  But were they better serviced by sitting around and doing nothing? 

Ultimately the question is “what would I have done?”  Would I be fighting my way out of the country, killing my political enemies and leaving friends and family behind to suffer the consequences of my actions?  Or would I have passively resisted, not cooperating but just sitting around, waiting and drinking beer?  Who knows?



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Originally uploaded by Nick Moles.

If you didn’t notice, I loaded most of my pictures from my study-abroad year into a flickr set about a month ago. Just flipping through the pictures I’m reminded how much hair I used to have. On the other hand, I have a better camera now. As old people say, life is about tradeoffs.

I took this picture in Florence at some point in 2002, and I think It remains my coolest picture.

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