How to blow whistles for fun and profit

Most stories about whistleblowers make them seem miserable. For example, the 1973 movie Serpico told the true story of Frank Serpico who went undercover to expose corrupt police. For his efforts, he got shot. This episode of Australian Story tells a similar tale: “When Australian Story first met young Detective Sergeant Simon Illingworth, he’d taken a brave stand against crooked colleagues and was paying a terrible price. He’d been bashed, isolated and threatened by police connected to Victoria’s notorious Gangland Wars. His personal life was non-existent and he was he says ‘Victoria’s most ineligible bachelor’. But for Simon Illingworth, speaking out was a ‘game-changer’. He unveils his unlikely new life, as a farmer in regional Victoria…”

I expect that the primary reason that whistleblowers rarely go on to happiness is that happiness is primarily measured by the quality of your connections, and when you blow the whistle on your peer group, you lose them for life. Life usually requires a group strategy, a sense of us vs them.

My father was a whistleblower of sorts, he blew the whistle on the Seventh-Day Adventist church’s essential doctrine, and as a result, his last 49 years were lonely and sad.

William G. Johnsson wrote the most perceptive analysis of my dad’s story under the headline ‘Des Ford: The Perils of Being Right’:

We became friends, more on the intellectual level than the emotional. Des did not open himself to others….The format for discussion was always the same: Des would say, “Let’s walk,” and we’d head for the hills, he striding out briskly, I panting to keep up. He did most of the talking…

On the Sabbath afternoon after the Glacier View conference ended, several of us went walking together. We fell in with Des and his wife Gillian. Gill was upset, urging Des to form his own ministry where he would, she said, get the respect he deserved. Des seemed unsure what to do. Along with others in the small group, I strongly urged him to stay with the church…

If Des had chosen to start a new church, he would, I think have attracted a large following of Adventists in the South Pacific, America, and Canada…

Des Ford is an Australian tragedy. You can’t begin to grasp the dynamics of his love-hate relationship with the Adventist church in the South Pacific without factoring in the culture. Australian culture lacks niceties, nuances, subtleties. Theology and politics reduce issues to distinctions of black and white. Australians tend to be suspicious of shades of grey. Election campaigns are a no-holds-barred, slam-bang brawl, lasting only a short time.

Des Ford was a child of the culture. By both temperament and environment his proclamation, whether oral or written, fell naturally into a debate, either/or mode. His clear proclamation of the gospel helped thousands to find peace and hope; inevitably it generated “concerned brethren” (their name) who bitterly opposed him.

Des Ford is an Adventist tragedy. This man of charisma, unmatched in debate — could not Adventism have found a place to accommodate his many gifts? As the years went by and Des passed into his 80s, I kept waiting and praying that at long last I would learn of a reconciliation. Des needed it; no less did the Adventist church, especially in Australia. He trained a generation of ministers and teachers; after he left the ministry hundreds of former students gave up on Adventism. The church in the South Pacific suffers from a deep, unhealed wound.

I need to make one thing clear: in my judgment, the blame doesn’t lie wholly with church leaders. Reconciliation requires action from both sides, from both parties. Des was so sure that he was right that he made reconciliation very difficult.

Margit Heppenstall, wife of Dr. Edward Heppenstall, Des’ mentor, shared a revealing vignette with Noelene and me when we visited them in their retirement home at Carmel, California. She related a conversation that went as follows when Des and Gill stayed at their home:

Margit: “The trouble with you, Des, is that you are always right.”

Des: “No, I am not always right — except in matters of theology!”

If my father could not set the terms of engagement, he was not usually interested in engaging with others. He was not a good listeners. He was more adept at preaching, even in private conversation.

To blow the whistle on a matter of theology is to enter a world of subjectivity (as theology depends upon faith).

I would assume that most whistleblowers are low in the personality trait of Agreeableness.

How can one blow whistles for fun and profit? You would need to have an accurate sense of yourself, which is difficult as most of us have an exaggerated sense of our own importance and goodness. Perhaps the key question to ask in such circumstances would be — how will this look like to most people? Will they support what am I doing? The way to get ahead in life is to enlist other people as allies. So can you blow whistles in a way that will enlist valuable allies? Many of the women who’ve blown whistles for the #MeToo movement have probably benefited. If they had tried to pull this in the 1950s, it would not have gone off as well.

Prior to the 1960s, having the status of a victim was shameful. After the 1960s, it became a badge of honor.

The desire to get the respect you feel you deserve usually leads people to part from their group and to start their own group on their own terms. It usually does not work out well. Most people feel that they deserve more respect than they’re getting because they have an exaggerated sense of their own importance and righteousness.

To blow the whistle in a way that enhances your life would require a clear perspective on wider trends around you and how you will be perceived by outsiders. For everything there is a season under heaven.

I’d expect that people with a strong internal compass, people who are self-validating, are better suited to whistleblowing than those who depend on others to tell them who they are. For example, when I enjoy reading a piece I’ve written, I know it is good. When I enjoy watching a video I’ve made, I know it is good. I don’t need anyone else to back up my opinion.

If you can get paid sizable amounts of money for blowing the whistle, that makes the option more appealing.

The Washington Post reported in 2017:

To begin with, whistleblowers must have a healthy understanding of what they’re getting into. The consequences of blowing the whistle shouldn’t be underestimated, said Carney Shegerian, a Santa Monica, Calif., lawyer who has represented whistleblower clients in court. He cited one client who spoke out about safety concerns with his company’s production process. As a result, Shegerian said, the man went through a long stretch of unemployment, lost his home, and had to move in with friends. “It’s just a living hell,” he said.

U.S. gymnasts always knew what would be in store if they aired dirty laundry, Moceanu said. “They could use it against you at a later time. If someone were to speak up, their Olympic dream could be hanging in the balance,” she said. And in fact, when Moceanu went public about the abuse she’d seen and experienced, she was ostracized from the gymnastics community and lost friendships and lucrative endorsement opportunities. “I’ve kind of been that outlier every time, going to gymnastics events and having people give me the awkward eye,” Moceanu said.

A whistle-blower’s belief in the rightness of his or her action must be strong enough to overcome the hazards of speaking out. In a recent Boston College study, researchers asked people questions to gauge their moral priorities. People who valued fairness above loyalty were more likely to say they would blow the whistle on someone who committed a crime. “A lot of it comes down to their ability to hold on to a set of principles in the face of countervailing social information,” said Zeno Franco, a psychologist at the Medical College of Wisconsin. “That’s a very tough call. Most of us don’t want to be in the out-group.”

Franco is an expert in the study of heroism. Like others in his field, he regards whistleblowers as members of a category called “social heroes,” who typically make some kind of personal sacrifice on behalf of the greater good. (Other categories include military heroes, who show bravery that surpasses the call of duty, and civilian heroes, everyday people who risk their lives for others — running into a burning house to save a child, for instance.)

Whistleblowers are typically also comfortable with a certain degree of nonconformity. Sometimes that’s because they feel secure in their professional roles: Moceanu felt freer to speak out once she had retired from her sport and her income no longer depended on her gymnastics ability. Ohio State University studies have found that whistleblowers are more likely to be male, have high status, and have a long work history — which makes the sacrifices of less powerful whistleblowers even more notable by comparison. Situational factors matter, too. People tend to blow the whistle more when their organization is known for addressing problems effectively.

What most distinguishes whistleblowers from bystanders, though, may be their ability to stick to their principles when they’re under extreme pressure in the moment.

Many whistleblowers are shocked when people they had relied on for support back away. So to successfully navigate such a situation, you need to be able to read other people accurately and to understand what incentives will operate on them in the changed circumstance. For example, when I started blogging about Dennis Prager in late 1997, I lost all friends I had in common with Dennis. I was prepared to lose almost all of my friends in Los Angeles if necessary as I made this painful turning point in my life away from following and towards blazing my own trail. I was devastated when I went through this, I entered weekly therapy for most of the next 15 years, but I knew I had the stuff to make it and form new friends.

What are some primate parallels? Let’s look at whistleblowing as a move for increased status. If you are #17 in the status hierarchy in your group of warrior apes, you won’t have the stuff to knock off any of the top ten apes on your own, but you can join forces with others to replace the alpha ape, and as a result of such a successful coup, you’ll likely raise your own status as long as you are a loyal follower of the new rulers. On the other hand, if you just launch out against your whole group, you’ll be crushed. That seems like a good model for whistleblowing. Assemble allies and present your actions in the guise of the public interest. If you do something controversial and unprecedented, make sure you it will be widely seen as in the best interests of the group.

When I outed Marc Wallice as the likely Patient Zero of the porn-HIV outbreak of 1996-1998, I was not a part of the porn industry, so I could handle the negative blowback from the powers that be. At the same time, I needed to maintain access to some of the porners I was writing about, and I was sure that my actions would be widely seen as in the group interest (though not necessarily in the interests of certain power centers). From 1998 to 2007, I was best known in porn as the guy who blew the whistle on the guy who was transmitting HIV to a dozen or more porn girls and to unsafe industry practices that facilitated such spread. On the other hand, if I became known as the guy who broke the code and as a result the industry was banned in California, I would have had to leave town.

When I later broke stories about Orthodox rabbis committing sexual abuse, I knew I could count on wide support in Orthodox Jewish life in Los Angeles because such Jews would see this reporting as in their group interest. When I published in 2009 a list of five Orthodox rabbis who were converts to Judaism, I knew that some of these rabbis would take offense, but this knowledge was in the Orthodox community’s interest given that there are certain things that rabbis who are converts should not do.

One misunderstanding that many whistleblowers suffer from is that they put priorities on principles rather than interests. They want to cry, “But this is wrong!” They want to appeal to abstract principles. Most people however care more about their interests rather than abstract principles. So who will be hurt and who will be benefited by your whistleblowing? For pragmatic reasons, this is an essential question to ask. It’s not enough to be right. What will be the consequences of what I might do?

For example, organized crime is often essential. As the book McMafia pointed out:

* No societies are free from organized crime except for severely repressive ones (and although North Korea has undoubtedly very low levels of organized crime, its state budget is decisively dependent on the trading of narcotics to criminal syndicates in neighboring countries). But when you replace one set of rules (the Five-Year Plan) with another (free market) in a country as large as Russia, with as many mineral resources, and at a time of epochal shifts in the global economy, then such immense change is bound to offer exceptional opportunities to the quick-witted, the strong, or the fortunate (oligarchs, organized criminals, bureaucrats whose power is suddenly detached from state control) that were absent hitherto. It is certainly true that the Yeltsin government made some appalling errors. But they were under considerable economic pressure at the time, as the crumbling Soviet system was no longer able to guarantee food deliveries to the people and inflation (even before the freeing of prices) had hit at least 150 percent and was still rising. Something had to be done. By the mid-1990s the Russian government estimated that between 40 and 50 percent of its economy was in the gray or black sectors, and it is within this context that Russia and the outside world needs to understand the phenomenon of organized crime: it emerged out of a chaotic situation and was very brutal, but its origins lie in a rational response to a highly unusual economic and social environment.

* The oligarchs understood instinctively that Russia was a capricious and dangerous environment and that their billions of dollars were not safe there. They overestimated their ability to control President Putin, the man whom they chose to replace the weak and easily manipulated, alcoholic president Yeltsin. Yet their instincts served many of them well—as an insurance policy, they needed not just to get their money out of the country. They needed it to be clean once it arrived at its destination. So did the organized crime groups. Everybody needed to launder his cash. But before they could establish a worldwide launderette, they all—oligarchs and mobsters alike—needed to establish themselves abroad. The criminal groups now entered the most challenging stage of their development: phase three—overseas transplantation.

* Organized crime and corruption flourishes in regions and countries where public trust in institutions is weak. Refashioning the institutions of Kafkaesque autocracy into ones that support democracy by promoting accountability and transparency is a troublesome, long-term process. The task is made doubly difficult if economic uncertainty accompanies that transition. Suddenly people who have been guaranteed security from the cradle to the grave are forced to negotiate an unfamiliar jungle of inflation, unemployment, loss of pension rights, and the like. At such junctures, those crucial personal networks from the Communist period become very important. The Red Army evacuated its bases in Eastern Europe, but the equally effective yet more seductive force of favors owed and promises once made stood its ground to exert a strong influence over the transition.

* For their part, the oligarchs and organized crime bosses started colonizing Israel for a number of reasons. It was an ideal place to invest or launder money. Israel’s banking system was designed to encourage aliyah, the immigration of Jews from around the world, and that meant encouraging their money to boot. Furthermore, Israel had embraced the zeitgeist of international financial deregulation and considerably eased controls on the import and export of capital. And, like most other economies around the world in the 1990s, it had no anti-money-laundering legislation. Laundering money derived from criminal activities anywhere else in the world was an entirely legitimate business.

* The main reason for Israel’s popularity was the simplest—many of these iffy businessmen were Jews, and in Israel they were not treated like dirt but welcomed as valuable and respected additions to the family. A disproportionate number of the most influential Russian oligarchs and gangsters were Jewish. Before the huge wave of immigration to Israel, Jews made up only about 2.5 percent of the population of Russia and Ukraine. But they were hugely influential in the vanguard of gangster capitalism during the 1990s.

* It is no coincidence that among organized crime bosses, the other two chronically overrepresented nationalities in Russia were the Chechens and the Georgians, whose talent for overcoming the daily consumer misery of the Soviet Union was similarly the stuff of legend. The criminals and oligarchs emerged from communities who inhabited the twilight periphery of the Soviet Union—although usually denied access to the central institutions, they were not pariahs. Instead they were compelled to seek out the possibilities of social and economic activity that existed in the nooks and cracks of the state.

* From an economic point of view, a person’s decision to enter into the drug trade as a producer, distributor, or retailer is entirely rational because the profit margins are so high. This is all the more compelling in countries such as Afghanistan and Colombia where chronic poverty is endemic. Time and again, narcotics traffickers have demonstrated that their financial clout is sufficient to buy off officials even in states with very low levels of corruption, as in Scandinavia. In most countries, traffickers can call on combined resources of billions of dollars where national police forces have access to tens or hundreds of millions (and are further hamstrung by a complex set of regulations constraining their ability to act).

On the whole, governments do not argue that drug prohibition benefits the economy. They base their arguments instead on perceived social damage and on public morality.

Why would you expect people in narco states to inform against narcos? That’s suicidal and it won’t necessarily do their country any good. If incentives align in such a powerful way that a state turns into a narco state, why would you risk your life battling the inevitable tide?

Here’s a 2013 article:

Whistleblowing—Is It Really Worth the Consequences?

* Because whistleblowing can have deleterious effects on nurses’ professional and personal lives, they should consider exhausting all remedies before reporting infractions to authorities.

* Once nurses weigh the professional and personal ramifications for reporting a violation and determine that time is remaining to report the violation, they must know how to report the violation. Unfortunately, reporting requirements can be strict, and nurses must comply with all technicalities or the case will be dismissed.

* In Hollywood, a nurse who was retaliated against after blowing the whistle on her employer would be protected under whistleblower laws, returning to the job unscathed, and be heralded by coworkers for reporting an employer who endangered others. Unfortunately, real life does not have a Hollywood ending. Deciding to blow the whistle on an employer can be one of the most difficult decisions employees face during their careers because they may be viewed as a traitor, a tattler, or someone who cannot be trusted. Even coworkers who are loyal to their employer or employees involved in the violation may be angered by whistleblowing.

Whistleblowing is especially difficult for nurses because nurses have a duty to protect and advocate for clients; therefore, nurses who witness violations that harm clients are in the difficult position of maintaining client safety while risking retaliation or ignoring client safety and maintaining employment. Whistleblowing has both professional and personal consequences. Nurses who witness violations and report them risk losing their current position and any future employment. Additionally, nurses may endure physical and emotional strife from reporting the violation. Not reporting the violation can even cause distress in nurses’ personal lives because nurses are responsible for protecting clients.

Another common mistake that whistleblowers make is to assume that reality will comport with laws on the book. All laws are enforced by human beings and hence are somewhat arbitrary. There is law as it is stated in books and there are laws as they operate in real life (for example, plenty of freeways may have a 65 mph speed limit and most traffic is flowing north of 80 mph). Also, you can be legally right and judged by your group as morally wrong. You might think you are legally protected from adverse consequences, but nevertheless find yourself descending into a living hell. As my dad found out, there is no free speech protection within the SDA group. All groups have rules, formal and informal, and if you break important rules, you get pushed out.

When we act against other people, they always react and it’s often not what we like or expect. Our opponents are rarely inert.

Perhaps the best move about whistleblowing is 2009’s The Informant:

Mark Whitacre, a rising star at the Archer Daniels Midland (ADM) office in Decatur, Illinois, during the early 1990s, blows the whistle on the company’s price-fixing tactics at the urging of his wife Ginger.[3][4]

One night in November 1992, Whitacre confesses to FBI special agent Brian Shepard that ADM executives—including Whitacre himself—had routinely met with competitors to fix the price of lysine, an additive used in the commercial livestock industry. Whitacre secretly gathers hundreds of hours of video and audio over several years to present to the FBI.[3][5][6] He assists in gathering evidence by clandestinely taping the company’s activity in business meetings at various locations around the globe such as Tokyo, Paris, Mexico City, and Hong Kong, eventually collecting enough evidence of collaboration and conspiracy to warrant a raid of ADM.

Whitacre’s good deed dovetails with his own major infractions, while his internal, secret struggle with bipolar disorder seems to take over his exploits.[3][7] The bulk of the film focuses on Whitacre’s meltdown resulting from the pressures of wearing a wire and organizing surveillance for the FBI for three years, instigated by Whitacre’s reaction, in increasingly manic overlays, to various trivial magazine articles he reads. In a stunning turn of events immediately following the covert portion of the case, headlines around the world report Whitacre had embezzled $9 million from his own company during the same period of time he was secretly working with the FBI and taping his co-workers, while simultaneously aiming to be elected as ADM CEO following the arrest and conviction of the remaining upper management members.[3] In the ensuing chaos, Whitacre appears to shift his trust and randomly destabilize his relationships with Special Agents Shepard and Herndon and numerous attorneys in the process.

Authorities at ADM begin investigating the forged papertrail Whitacre had built to cover his own deeds. After being confronted with evidence of his fraud, Whitacre’s defensive claims begin to spiral out of control, including an accusation of assault and battery against Agent Shepard and the FBI, which had made a substantial move to distance their case from Whitacre entirely. Because of this major infraction and Whitacre’s bizarre behavior, he is sentenced to a prison term three times as long as that meted out to the white-collar criminals he helped to catch.[3] In the epilogue, Agent Herndon visits Whitacre in prison as he videotapes a futile appeal to seek a presidential pardon. Overweight, balding and psychologically beaten after his years long ordeal, Whitacre is eventually released from prison, with his wife Ginger waiting to greet him.

Steve Sailer writes:

Watching Steven Soderbergh’s comedy The Informant! (with Matt Damon as that guy back in the 1990s who squealed to the feds about how he fixed the price of lysine for Archer Daniels Midland) reminded me of Econ 101, where you learn about the glories of competitive markets. Traditionally, economists draw their examples of “perfect competition“ from agricultural commodities like corn, which ADM processes into other commodities, such as lysine, an amino acid used in animal feed.

What the professors sometimes forget to tell you is that you don’t want to work in an industry where the invisible hand sets the price.

Before the Sherman Anti-Trust Act was finally enforced in 1911, the first thing the more respectable sort of businessman would do when a new commodity like oil came along was to sit down with his rivals to agree on how to cut production and raise prices. American captains of industry prided themselves on their cooperativeness, not competitiveness. ADM’s internal byword “Our customers are our enemies; our competitors are our friends” would have struck J.D. Rockefeller and J.P. Morgan as sound thinking.

To this day, business strategy largely consists of trying to wield market power so you can charge more than the commodity price.

Trust me, it’s no fun competing in a commodity market. In the 1980s and 1990s, I worked for two archrival marketing research firms who each invested a fortune to turn a lazy and lucrative little industry of idiosyncratically guesstimating supermarket sales into a precise but unprofitable commodity industry where, it was often said, there was room only for 1.5 firms. The facts, it turned out, were a commodity — a lesson the newspaper business has painfully learned in this decade.

In contrast, it’s much nicer to be in an industry driven by the mystique of brand names, where you can slack off and let your past successes carry you for awhile…

The Informant! largely works as Soderbergh’s self-parody of the heroic-whistleblower-inside-evil-multinational-corporation genre, as epitomized by his Erin Brockovich and by his buddy Clooney’s Syriana and Michael Clayton…

Soderbergh, of course, has no interest in the economics of anti-trust. Instead, he’s fascinated by Whitacre, whom he portrays rather harshly until the very end, when he absolves him with the excuse that he was manic-depressive.

I’m not crazy, however, about letting bipolar disorder become established as an all-purpose excuse. The problem is that manics get credit for a surprising fraction of the big events in the history books. Think of Ross Perot, for example, surging into the lead in the 1992 Presidential race as a third-party candidate, then disappearing into seclusion all summer, then finishing strongly to win 19 percent of the vote. Therefore, since they get the credit, we can’t afford to let them wriggle out of the blame when their self-confidence runs amok.

I suspect that Soderbergh might be too focused on jocularly depicting Decatur’s small town schlubiness to emphasize fully the more alarming aspect of Whitacre’s story. Whitacre, who obtained an Ivy League PhD in biochemistry, then rose rapidly up the corporate ladder in Germany before becoming the youngest corporate officer of ADM, was a man of immense ambitions. Perhaps he was attracted to ADM because it was a massive player in DC. He reminds me a little of Lee Harvey Oswald who traipsed all over the world, defecting to the Soviet Union, for example, looking for a conspiracy to join so his name would go in the history books.

What Whitacre found unsatisfactory about ADM, I speculate, was that it was a family firm, with countless Andreases standing between him and the CEO position. His plan appears to have been to use the FBI to take down the Andreases. Then, when he had the most politically well-connected job in corporate America by the time he was 40, well, who know where his ambitions would have led him next?

Whitacre turned out to be a little too crazy. Yet, how many of our leaders got to where they are because they are just crazy enough?

John Dean seemed to have been a successful whistleblower. He made a whole career out of it. James Comey, Eric Ciaramella, and John Bolton also seem to have done well for themselves. If you can count on media support, blowing the whistle should be fun and profitable.

Becoming an enthusiastic member of the majority religion is usually a savvy move for a whistleblower. Christianity in particular loves penitent sinners.

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The Greatest Show on Earth: The Evidence for Evolution

Here are some highlights from this book by Richard Dawkins:

* Breeders are almost like modellers with endlessly malleable clay, or like sculptors wielding chisels, carving dogs or horses, or cows or cabbages, to their whim.

* Something funny happens to the gene pools of domestic dogs. Breeders of pedigree Pekineses or Dalmatians go to elaborate lengths to stop genes crossing from one gene pool to another. Stud books are kept, going back many generations, and miscegenation is the worst thing that can happen in the book of a pedigree breeder. It is as though each breed of dog were incarcerated on its own little Ascension Island, kept apart from every other breed. But the barrier to interbreeding is not blue water but human rules.
Geographically the breeds all overlap, but they might as well be on separate islands because of the way their owners police their mating opportunities. Of course, from time to time the rules are broken. Like a rat stowing away on a ship to Ascension Island, a whippet bitch, say, escapes the leash and mates with a spaniel. But the mongrel puppies that result, however loved they may be as individuals, are cast off the island labelled Pedigree Whippet. The island itself remains a pure whippet island. Other pure-bred
whippets ensure that the gene pool of the virtual island labelled Whippet continues uncontaminated. There are hundreds of man-made ‘islands’, one for each breed of pedigree dog. Each one is a virtual island, in the sense that it is not geographically localized. Pedigree whippets or Pomeranians are to be found in many different places around the world, and cars, ships and planes are used to ferry the genes from one geographical place to another. The virtual genetic island that is the Pekinese gene pool overlaps geographically, but not genetically (except when a bitch breaks cover), with the virtual genetic island that is the boxer gene pool and the virtual island that is the St Bernard gene pool.

* You want high milk yield in cows, orders of magnitude more gallons than could ever be needed by a mother to rear her babies? Selective breeding can give it to you. Cows can be modified to grow vast and ungainly udders, and these continue to yield copious quantities of milk indefinitely, long after the normal weaning period of a calf. As it happens, dairy horses have not been bred in this way, but will anyone contest my bet that we could do it if we tried? And of course, the same would be true of dairy humans, if anyone wanted to try. All too many women, bamboozled by the myth that breasts like melons are attractive, pay surgeons large sums of money to implant silicone, with (for my money) unappealing results. Does anyone doubt that, given enough generations, the same deformity could be achieved by selective breeding, after the manner of Friesian cows?

* If you see an animal feeding, you can measure its flight distance by seeing how close it will let you approach before fleeing. For any given species in any given situation, there will be an optimal flight distance, somewhere between too risky or foolhardy at the short end, and too flighty or risk-averse at the long end. Individuals that take off too late when danger threatens are more likely to be killed by that very danger. Less obviously, there is such a thing as taking off too soon. Individuals that
are too flighty never get a square meal, because they run away at the first hint of danger on the horizon. It is easy for us to overlook the dangers of being too risk-averse.

Natural selection will work on the flight distance, moving it one way or the other along the continuum if conditions change over evolutionary time. If a plenteous new food source in the form of village rubbish dumps enters the world of wolves, that is going to shift the optimum point towards the shorter end of the flight distance continuum, in the direction of reluctance to flee when enjoying this new bounty.

Something like this evolutionary shortening of the flight distance was, in Coppinger’s view, the first step in the domestication of the dog, and it was achieved by natural selection, not artificial selection. Decreasing flight distance is a behavioural measure of what might be called increasing tameness.

* Selection – in the form of artificial selection by human breeders – can turn a pye-dog into a Pekinese, or a wild cabbage into a cauliflower, in a few centuries. The difference between any two breeds of dog gives us a rough idea of the quantity of
evolutionary change that can be achieved in less than a millennium.

* evolutionary scientists are in the position of detectives who come late to the scene of a crime. To pinpoint when things happened, we depend upon traces left by time-dependent processes…

* A tree-ring clock can be used to date a piece of wood, say a beam in a Tudor house, with astonishing accuracy, literally to the nearest year. Here’s how it works. First, as most people know, you can age a newly felled tree by counting rings in its trunk…

* Varves are layers of sediment laid down in glacial lakes. Like tree rings, they vary seasonally and from year to year, so theoretically the same principle can be used, with the same degree of accuracy. Coral reefs, too, have annual growth rings, just like trees. Fascinatingly, these have been used to detect the dates of ancient earthquakes. Tree rings too, by the way, tell us the dates of earthquakes.

* What would be evidence against evolution, and very strong evidence at that, would be the discovery of even a single fossil in the wrong geological stratum. I have already made this point in Chapter 4. J. B. S. Haldane famously retorted, when asked to name an observation that would disprove the theory of evolution, ‘Fossil rabbits in the Precambrian!’ No such rabbits, no authentically anachronistic fossils of any kind, have ever been found… Evolution could so easily be disproved if just a single fossil turned up in the wrong date order.

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Very Important People: Status and Beauty in the Global Party Circuit (2020)

Ashley Mears writes:

* Door personnel quickly assess a person’s status by sizing up physique, beauty, race, accent, clothes, watch, dress, even handbag. Red-soled Louboutin heels signal high status, but if the girl wearing them stands below five feet seven, matching the height of the “door girl” stationedat one club, she is not allowed inside. Especially if she’s a person of color.

The VIP space is a racially exclusive environment. Even if hip-hop is frequently played inside VIP clubs, on most nights out I could count on both hands the number of black and brown people present, not counting the service workers. Promoters know not to fill their table with too many women of color—a couple of black, brown, and Asian girls are fine, but the majority of tables host white bodies, and deliberately so. Some of the clients that I interviewed, too, were subject to race-based discrimination. On one egregious occasion, a handsome French Middle Eastern man with a lot of inherited wealth and connections was out with his white male friend, to whom the “door girl” leaned in and whispered, “Your friend can’t come in unless you go inside and bring out a brown person he can replace. There’s too many brown people inside already.” Such outright discriminatory remarks were rare, however, because for the most part nonwhite bodies are implicitly denied on the basis of the quality of their looks. With alarming frequency, such “velvet rope racism” prohibits nonwhites from entering. But unlike its Jim Crow predecessor, this is a softer form of race-based discrimination that articulates race in terms of beauty, status, and “quality.” Clubs are careful to admit the right number of exceptions to conceal racial bias, making it much harder to legally prosecute. 40 In this way, the clubs cater mostly to white clientele and appeal to them with the bodies of mostly white girls.

Yet as much as nonwhiteness lowers the status of a potential entrant in the eyes of the door person, for girls, beauty can override it: a black fashion model, a real model, will always be welcome. A white girl of short stature or large size, on the other hand, will be told that tonight is a “private party” and she cannot come in. Or, perhaps, she will be insulted to her face. Short women are regularly called “midgets,” and heavier women are dismissed as liabilities for the club’s prestige and the promoters’ reputations. To describe a club that was perceived as lower quality, one promoter flatly stated, “The girls were fat.” Another promoter said in our interview, “I will use the term muppets or hobbits to describe the, like, less-than fortunate looking girls.” Another referred to the women at a nearby table as “ugly dogs.” Midget. Troll. Elf. Hideous. Disaster. Monster. These are words club personnel use to describe women who do not meet their physical criteria. Their bodies are seen as worthless and contaminating. Their presence is perceived as draining value from the club, its management, the promoters, and their reputations. They lower the quality of the crowd, the fun of the night, and its economic potential. They are fiercely excluded. Ask a doorman to make an exception just this one time, to let in a girl of perceived lower quality, and you will likely hear this retort: “If we let her in, you won’t want to come here anymore.”

* Any club, whether in a New York City basement or on a Saint-Tropez beach, is always shaped by a clear hierarchy. Fashion models signal the “A-list,” but girls are only half of the business model. There are a few different categories of men that every club owner wants inside, and there is a much larger category of men that they aim to keep out.The most valuable in this hierarchy of men is the whale, a term you might know from casinos and speculative finance. Whales can drop huge sums of money from their vast riches, sometimes over a hundred thousand dollars in a single night. Their reputation is legendary in nightlife.

* After whales, club owners hope to attract celebrities, another class of highly valued clients. Sometimes celebrities buy expensive bottles, part of the show of excess that will likely make it into the press, but usually they are comped, since their mere presence adds value to the club. Some celebrities even get paid to make appearances in clubs, notably Paris Hilton, a pioneer in paid club appearances who created her own celebrity through the VIP scene, which she then aggressively monetized. 45

While exciting, whales and celebrities don’t account for the bulk of clubs’ profits; they are too rare. Furthermore, very rich men who could spend huge sums are regularly invited to party free of charge, even if they aren’t celebrities. An elaborate informal system of prices marks who is important enough to be among the VIPs, and who is actually “very” important. Prices are negotiable, contingent upon the spender’s social status; some men pay reduced prices for tables, and some are comped automatically because of their status. In fact, the men with the most riches, either in terms of their social connections, symbolic value, or financial worth, are often comped drinks on the house. One self-described Brazillionaire explained why he rarely paid for drinks in any Meatpacking District club that knew who he was: “They think I’ll give something back,” such as investing in the owner’s next bar or club venture, or holding his next big (and lucrative) birthday party at that establishment.

Free things are a clear marker of status in the VIP world. Free entry, drinks, and dinners signal recognition of a person’s social worth. 46 “I always said, in nightlife it’s not what you spend, it’s what you get for free. That’s real power,” said Malcolm, the promoter I followed in New York and Miami. “You got a lot of money and you spend a lot, of course you get respect. But if you don’t spend a dime, that’s power.”

Most clubs make the bulk of their profits from smaller and more reliable table bills, the $1,500 to $3,000 sums spent by groups of affluent tourists and businessmen—your run-of-the-mill banker, tech developer, or other upper-class professional with a disposable income. While on the lower end of importance compared to whales and celebrities, they are central to the VIP scene; in fact, they bankroll it. They regularly run up high-volume tabs because they, too, want to be close to power and beauty. Unlike celebrities and higher-status VIPs, these men always pay.

Duke, a former club owner and now a real estate magnate in downtown New York, calls these people mooks: “You know, a mook. Someone who doesn’t know what’s going on … It’s the dentists that come in and buy the tables, thinking they’re in the company of the cool people, and the beautiful people.” Dentists with their own practice in New York, I should note, make considerably higher incomes than the national average. But such high-earning professionals are not nearly as exciting as the people at promoters’ tables.

At the bottom of the hierarchy is a category of men without connections or money who cannot afford even modest table rents, but they might still have something of value to offer the club. Called “fillers,” these men keep the place from looking empty. They look cool enough, and have enough “cultural capital” to be allowed in, but they have to stand at the bar and jostle for their drinks like everyone did in the old clubbing formula.

And then you have the “bridge and tunnel” crowd, people who might have some money, maybe even enough to buy a table, but don’t have the right look. To the bouncer of a VIP club, they look like outsiders, people from Staten Island or Queens, who lack the right cultural sense to live on the island of Manhattan. If you give off class-coded cues that make you look like you traveled by bridge or tunnel to the Meatpacking District, you are unwelcome upon arrival.

Also at the bottom of the hierarchy is what Dre called the “ghetto crowd, scary crowd,” invoking stereotypes that link the lower classes, criminality, and nonwhite people. Plenty of clubs in New York cater to this crowd, and while they make money in the short term, Dre would never step foot in these clubs. “You can make a ton of money with them,” on inflated prices on bottles, “but they are carrying a piece [a gun]. They start shooting and will fight. It’s dangerous, scary people.” Himself a black man, Dre took pains to distance himself from other black people, whom he understood were stereotyped as lower class, and who therefore posed liabilities for his reputation.

Bridge and tunnel, goons, and ghetto. These are men whose money can’t compensate for their perceived status inadequacies. The marks of their marginal class positions are written on their bodies, flagging an automatic reject at the door.

How deeply stamped in our bodies is the status structure of a society. You can actually see this hierarchy just by scanning a room like the Downtown, which depicts a topography of embodied statuses everywhere you look. Bouncers, or security personnel, are large black men nearly always dressed in black; they are emblems of physical power but not social status. The busboys who carry trays of empty bottles and glasses are short and brown skinned Latinos, between five feet three and five feet five tall. Wearing plain black uniforms, they weave through the crowd carrying trays, mops, and glasses almost sight unseen. In the space they are “non-persons,” as Goffman would call them. 48 Sometimes they hold flashlights above their heads so you know they are coming through, but you can hardly see the body beneath the light, a contrast to the sparkling bottle of champagne illuminating the tall, stiletto clad girls. Cocktail waitresses, called “bottle girls,” are tall, voluptuous, and relatively racially diverse, their dresses as tight and revealing as their heels are high; they stand for sex and, according to guys like Dre, they are as much for sale as the bottles they carry. 49 Unlike the seemingly available bottle girl, the fashion model represents not sex but beauty—a prize of far greater status. While everyone else—bouncer, busboy, filler, and even the bottle girl, except when needed—tends to fade into the background, the model is meant to stand out. Tables for models are reserved in highly visible areas of clubs and restaurants, and everyone in nightlife wants to be seen with them.

To be clear, to refer to a “high-quality crowd” is first and foremost to refer to the quality of its girls: that is, to a crowd full of models or women who look like models. Girls determine hierarchies of clubs, the quality of people inside, and how much money is spent.

* The cool people don’t stay in one place for long, and club owners can both spend and earn a lot of money in pursuit of them. A nightclub usually stays in business for a few years, rarely more than that. During that period, each club follows a similar life cycle. First it attracts highstatus guests and excludes everyone else. Over time, as the VIPs gravitate to other, newer clubs in the city, the club opens its doors to the lower-status masses and the crowd gets less exclusive.

* Elite communities are no longer anchored to neighborhoods or cities, as they flock to prime destinations at specific times of the year in what have been called “rich enclaves”: summer colonies like the Hamptons and the French Riviera; St. Barts, Aspen, and Gstaad in the winter. 60 The island of St. Barts transforms from a quiet upper-class resort into a celebrated landing pad for millionaires’ yachts during the peak season, in January. 61 The elite business class follows a transatlantic calendar of VIP scenes—St. Barts in January, Miami in March, Saint-Tropez and Ibiza in July—and a predictable schedule of parties crops up along the Fashion Week calendars each September and February, with stops in Milan, London, and Paris. 62 On the one hand, elites are more diverse and geographically dispersed around the world than other classes; on the other, they are so segregated from them that geographers describe their movements as “super-gentrification,” characterized by geographic isolation, social self segregation, and a sense of remoteness. Today’s hypermobile elites live in a bubble separate from most people.

* Like Dre, most promoters unexpectedly fell into their line of work. They tell a remarkably consistent story: of the thirty-nine male promoters I interviewed, only one sought out the job on his own initiative. 2 Rather, the job had a way of finding them. It’s easy to see why: they are charming men, flirtatious, stylish, and persistent.

* Men may have more fun and find more pleasure in being around beautiful girls than not, but it would be hard for a client like Wade to account for this pleasure as deriving purely from deliberate status-driven pursuits. High-status places are surely pleasurable in themselves, in part because being high status feels good. 6 A beautiful woman communicates this, irrespective of her own status or class background: “I’d still rather be around beautiful people even if their lives are on derailment and they’re college dropouts,” insisted Wade.

Even if clients did not necessarily go out seeking economically enriching connections, the VIP scene gave them a place where they could build valuable social ties with other men like them. There was a law firm partner who met prospective clients at clubs. A cosmetic dentist met his celebrity patients. There was an Italian entrepreneur who worked in fashion and now in politics who was such a regular at one New York club that he had his own table reserved nightly for entertaining guests. He told me, “I never met a billionaire in a Starbucks. I’ve never met someone who could change my life in Starbucks.” But look around, the club was full of such people.

Even if rich men didn’t particularly care for the party scene in Saint-Tropez or in the Hamptons, they felt it was important to be there, if nothing else, to collect the stories and the credit to show colleagues and would-be partners that they too belong in an international circuit of VIPs.

* For clients and promoters alike, then, the real finds were not “party girls,” no matter how physically attractive, but “good girls.” What the good girl has the party girl lacks: sexual respectability and self-restraint, and a promising future in which she herself might fit in among the upper class. Good girls were candidates for relationships but unlikely to be found in the company of promoters; party girls were suitable for hookups, and clubs were overflowing with them.

This very tension plagued the introduction of Melania Trump to the national stage during Donald Trump’s presidential campaign. Melania Knavs, the Slovenian fashion model, met future husband and real estate mogul Donald Trump at the Kit Kat Club, in 1998, at a party organized by former model agency owner Paolo Zampolli, a man known for bringing together models and economically powerful men at exclusive parties. 19 But, Zampolli assured the press, Melania was not a party girl.

* The term “bottle girl” even has associations with sex work and criminality in popular and legal discourse. In an FBI investigation of theft in Miami in 2014, agents called a ring of con women “bottle girls” (and “b-girls” for short) for targeting men at bars and aggressively upselling them alcohol, in exchange for a share of 20 percent of the bar’s profits.

* The stigma of prostitution threatened to pollute all party girls in the scene. While the VIP club space extracted value from women’s beauty, women suspected of using their looks for their own economic gain were shunned. Club owners, promoters, and wealthy clients all shared suspicions around women who seemed to have economic motivations. They called such women “users,” “hookers,” and “whores.” The specter of the paid girl loomed over all girls who, by virtue of being in the VIP space, had entered into a disreputable exchange, prostitute-like in that they capitalized on their looks for free champagne and vacations.

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LAT: Porn star Ron Jeremy charged with four counts of sexual assault

From the Los Angeles Times:

Ron Jeremy, one of the most iconic figures in the adult entertainment industry, has been charged with sexually assaulting four women in West Hollywood since 2014, prosecutors said Tuesday.

Jeremy, whose legal name is Ronald Jeremy Hyatt, was charged with three counts of forcible rape and one count of forcible oral copulation and sexual battery, according to a news release issued by the Los Angeles County district attorney’s office.

Prosecutors allege Jeremy attacked one woman at a West Hollywood home in 2014. The other three attacks allegedly happened at a West Hollywood bar in 2017 and 2019.

Hyatt is scheduled to make his first appearance in the case in a downtown Los Angeles courtroom Tuesday afternoon. If convicted, he could face up to 90 years in prison.

From my archives August 17, 2001:

A few weeks ago, I left my Uncle Ron a message asking him to call. Wednesday at 11:13PM, he finally called me back.

Ron: “I didn’t wake you up, did I? I’m sorry for calling you so late. Things have been so hectic, I finally wanted to take care of some phone calls I hadn’t returned yet. I didn’t want to be a stuck-up little bastard. How’s it going? How’s the website doing?”

Luke: “I sold it. I’m out.”

Ron: “What? Get out of here. To who?”

“Are they going to report about the business? Are they going to be on sets and stuff?”

Luke: “Yes.”

Ron: “I’m very unsavvy about computers. I don’t even have one. I’m living in the dark ages. No computer, no cell phone. Didn’t you have a lot of hits?”

Luke: “Yes.”

Ron: “Isn’t your site largely based on your personality?”

Luke: “Yes.”

Ron: “So what are you going to do now? Ignore the industry?”

Luke: “Yeah.”

Ron: “Were people giving you a hard time?”

Luke: “Yeah, my synagogue.”

Ron: “You’re a converted Jewish boy.”

Luke: “Yeah.”

Ron: “Why, there are Jews in the business.”

Luke: “They tossed me from my synagogue.”

Ron: “Did they say you could come back in if you sold the site?”

Luke: “Yeah, but it looks like it will be a long time before they do let me back in.”

Ron: “Are you Conservative or Orthodox or Chasidic?”

Luke: “Orthodox.”

Ron: “I don’t understand. I can belong to a synagogue and I’m in a lot worse shape than you’re in. Why can’t you just go to a different synagogue?”

Luke: “I will. But I’ve been banned from two of my favorite synagogues now.”

Ron: “Why wouldn’t they look at it as ‘Our son needs help. He got involved in a very strange business. Now he wants to come over. He dropped his entire living…’ Why wouldn’t they look at it as a good sign? Jews are known to be more liberal. If it was a Catholic church, you’d have a much bigger problem. They’ve got God and the Devil and Heaven and Hell and all that stuff.

“You were controversial. You even gave me a couple of good slams. But I liked that. You can’t always have the positive press.”

I last ran into Ron Jeremy in August, 2000, while winding down a date at Jerry’s Deli on Beverly Blvd. While walking out, I heard a familiar voice, ‘Hey Luke.’ It was my Uncle Ron surrounded by some slutty looking girls. I left my date behind and walked over to chat with Ron. My date later wondered why I didn’t introduce her to my friend.

Luke: “A few weeks ago, this Israeli pop culture magazine Blazer wanted me to interview you. And when you didn’t return my call right away, I just wrote up something from previous talks with you.”

Ron: “That’s fine. How am I going to look? Pretty good or am I getting slammed?”

Luke: “It’s pretty down the middle.”

Ron: “You’re always honest. There’s a great documentary coming out on me, you can see the trailer at RonJeremy-themovie.com. Eddie Murphy’s in it.

“I’ve been opening for many acts, huge of course. Run DMC, B52s, Kid Rock, Metallica, Corn, Motley Crew. And I’ve been on stage with a lot of big names too such as Gene Simmons of Kiss.

“You still enjoy looking at things, right?”

Luke: “I don’t have as much enjoyment looking at things anymore.”

Ron: “I was never a big connoisseur of it. I’ve often been told that when someone converts, they’re often more religious than those around them. My brother’s wife converted too. Were you Catholic?”

Luke: “No, I was raised a Seventh Day Adventist.”

Ron: “Oh, is that Lutheran? No, is that Mormon?”

Luke: “It’s like Mormon in some ways.”

Ron: “The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Some scholars say that if Jesus did come down to earth, the first place he’d want to go was a synagogue. Because they’re doing the religion the way he planned it. A rabbi, a cantor, a guy who sings, a guy who speaks. The first place he’d hate would be a Catholic church because it is all statutes, exactly the stuff he was against. Am I correct?”

Luke: “Probably.”

Ron: “Isn’t that an interesting thought? All these Catholics going ‘Jesus, Jesus.’ He’d look at them and say, ‘Idiots, the Jews are doing it the way I planned.’ He wasn’t into praying to different saints. It’s funny how Jews are doing Jesus more than the Catholics are.

“Remember what Sam Kinison used to say – the last thing Jesus would want to look at is the cross. He’d say, ‘Who the f— made that the corporate envelope?’ If you love John Kennedy, are you going to wear a .36 bullet around your neck. ‘Hey look John, we love you.’ The cross was a means of extermination. That’s like, if you love the French, put a guillotine around your neck.”

From my memoir, XXX-Communicated: A Rebel Without A Shul, referring to an event in February 1996:

I look over the hundreds of fans pouring into the mammoth Mayan Theater on Hollywood Boulevard. They violate my middle-class values with their tattoos, piercings, and obscene t-shirts.
I pick through the crowd, looking for porn stars. When I introduce myself, I try to present the image of a journalist with only a professional interest in his subject. Most of the porners won’t talk to me because they instinctively distrust outsiders. I wish I could temporarily become one of them, so I wouldn’t have to travel such a great psychic distance to get my story.
Struggling to talk over the music, I manage a five-minute tape-recorded conversation with a pornette from Las Vegas, who then tells me I can’t use anything she’s said because she hasn’t signed a release. I allow her to intimidate me.
A black couple asks to get paid before giving an interview. I refuse.
I hand out my business card, which features my modeling photo and reads, “Luke Ford – Actor, Model, Writer.”
I spot Ron Jeremy, who’s appeared in about 1,600 porn films. I give him my card. He’s polite but clearly has no intention of calling me.
I feel rejected. Nobody wants to talk to me. I doubt I can get the scoop. And even if I did, I doubt I can craft it into a coherent story. Except for the complete absence of book-length journalism on porn, meaning that I see this as the easiest professional opportunity for me to establish myself as an author, I wouldn’t be here.

* June 16, 1996:

On Father’s Day, June 16, I dine at the Rainbow Club in Hollywood with 43-year old stud Ron Jeremy, porn’s most recognized face, and gangbang queen Jasmin St. Claire, who claims an Ivy-league education.
“I have this guilty conscience about the gangbang,” sighs Jasmin.
“And you’re not even Jewish,” says Ron.
“Hanging around you, I’ve become Jewish.”
Ron looks at me. “You’re Jewish?”
“Ron,” says an exasperated Jasmin, “he has a yarmulke on. It’s the first thing I saw.”
“No wonder you’re a nice guy.”
“Ron, why don’t you wear a yarmulke?”
“It’s not appropriate.”
“I’m a nice Jewish boy,” I claim. “I don’t do the talent. I’d like to, but I don’t want to come on to the women I interview.”
“I know that,” says Ron. “If you did, we’d know about it.”
Jeremy walks us over to the Comedy Store and gets us in for free.
A stream of comics use his presence for jokes. Mark Turner sings, “If I were a rich man, I’d be Ron Jeremy. All day long I’d be in and out and in. In and out and in. And I’d come. Oy!”
Ron laughs, “It’s a Jewish night.”
Jasmine chirps, “I like it.”
I get up and walk to the bathroom. The comic notices my yarmulke. “What’s a Jew doing here, hanging out with Ron Jeremy? You can’t be a Jewish porn star. I haven’t seen any with yarmulkes on.”

* August 2000:

Driving back from a party Saturday night in my old van, I stop by Jerry’s Deli with Peppy. At the end of the meal, she opens up. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but after I met you at synagogue, I told two other women that I’d recruited another guy to come on the trip. They were happy until I said your name. They didn’t want you to go. They thought you were a loose cannon.”
“Yeah, it’s true,” I sigh. “I’m in therapy. I’m working on it.”
“After the trip, they were glad you came along. They like you. But this is something that concerns me. I’d like to bring you to my uncle’s barbeque this afternoon, but I’m concerned about your sense of propriety. You have a tendency at times to say really inappropriate things.”
I nod and pay the bill. As we walk out, I hear a familiar voice calling my name.
I turn around and see Ron Jeremy at a booth with four sluts. I pause and then step forward to Ron, leaving Peppy behind. She waits for me to introduce her.
When I don’t, she skips off to the bathroom.
Jeremy regales me with his latest accomplishments, including a public introduction at a Chris Rock concert.
After a few minutes, I say goodbye to Ron and find my girl outside.
“Who was your friend?” she asks.
“A B actor.”
“Why didn’t you introduce me?”
“He’s kinda sleazy.”
I try to keep my life neatly separated. There’s a compartment for work, for love, for lust, for religion. When I hit a bump in the road and the contents spill together, I feel uneasy.

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How To Stop Illegal Fireworks?

From the comments at Steve Sailer:

* Matt Drudge must be under sedation. This kind of story would top his page in his heydey. Now he’s hardly updated anything from yesterday.

* Maybe they should have Jason Pierre-Paul talk to these firework kids.

* Cops show up in force with nightsticks and riot gear to a randomly chosen fireworks call. Scofflaws w fireworks are beaten severely and left bruised and bloodied in the street. Ambulances are told not to respond.

Ok, it’s “mean.” It will also stop your problem in one night. But we can’t have nice things anymore.

* That’s more or less how the LAPD stopped Mexicans from shooting their pistolas in the air to celebrate, which used to get a couple of innocent bystanders killed. The LAPD ran a lot of public service announcements against celebratory shooting, then killed a few drunk shooters.

* The demographics in New York City no longer exist to support a critical mass of criminals and thugs. The city has by and large been gentrified. Blacks have been replaced. It is same thing that is going on throughout the country. This is the last gasp of Blacks to remain relevant in face of the tsunami of immigration.

* Tucker Carlson’s been doing everything he can to call out Trump on his incompetence and lack of leadership while maintaining not-so-plausible plausible deniability-not dropping the name-ever since the pandemic started, back when the rest of the ditto-heads on FOX were dismissing the virus as a novo-flu.

They are only going to succeed in making his show more popular, the advertisers. Why? Because regardless of whether you agree with Carlson or not, he at least shows a modicum of intellectual *independence*, and a refusal to be cowed into giving that up. He’s not willing to slay every GOP sacred cow, but he’s slayed an impressive amount while remaining honest about his right-wing beliefs. That’s more than you can say about most media people.

* “The Irishman” has a brief bit about the Italian American Civil Rights League, which was basically Mafia Lives Matter until its mobster founder got rubbed out.

* I live in a small urban area (“urban” literally and as euphemism).

Yes, apparently Memorial Day is now the urban “Black Friday” for 24/7 fireworks leading up to July 4th.

Also, yes, “Juneteenth” has been opportunistically pulled out of nowhere to become an instant Old Tradition amongst all urbanites everywhere in the year 2020. Been living here 25 years, and nobody cared about no Juneteenth before, no how. Before this year I had not heard of it actually being recognized or celebrated outside of Texas (I believe) where it began.

“Fireworks” – The problem is M-80s and firecracker strings set off everywhere and all night long. M-=80s are not fireworks; they are small bombs with no visual effect just heart-stopping noise. Their purpose is not to entertain with sparkling display, but is strictly aggression by concussion. That and an utter indifference to others.and stupidity to enjoy this. This whole story and comment thread is distorted by the failure to distinguish amongst which “fireworks” are the problem.

M-80s serve the same anti-social, small-minded purpose as “boom cars” and loud motorcycles (rice rockets and Harleys, both. They are not for the enjoyment of anyone including their users, other than the enjoyment of giving a big FU continually.

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