We have wrecked our own country.
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We have wrecked our own country.
My wife is watching the returns. I have headphones on with the music turned up loud. I have logged out of twitter. I am sipping whisky. I think I’ll work on my cell biology exam. I might occasionally glance up at the TV to flip the bird at Wolf Blitzer.
You cannot imagine how much I detest election night.
It’s everything I despise about media coverage of the election. It’s the horserace mentality writ minute — we’re going to examine every hoofbeat with a microscope, with airheaded babblers reading omens in every county as every percentage point dribbles in, and I fucking don’t care. Policies and consequences get shoved even further away from the news. Shut up, publish the final tallies tomorrow.
Do not mention the name Nate Silver to me. He’s the worst for putting pointless statistics high on the shrine of public regard.
The whisky will help me get through this.
For some reason, she came to mind when I was doing my thing this morning. I think if she were alive now, she’d be impressed with the great strides we’ve taken, and also dismayed at how much injustice still remains.
Why are we voting today? Because the system is riddled with antiquated garbage.
It gets far worse than that. The American political system was not designed to support a representative democracy — it’s a shell game to prop up oligarchs, in a way grossly distorted by 18th century slavery. It is a terrible system that is primed to be gamed, and produce contests like the current churning pit of slime. It continues because Americans are educated to believe that the founding fathers were like demigods, that our constitution is a religious document, and that everything about the establishment of our country was noble and well-meaning. None of that is true.
It’s a system that deserves to be burned to the ground and plowed with salt. It’s a false democracy; a special effect, a bad joke. A power-sharing arrangement between unscrupulous demagogues and slavers. The two party system “divide et impera” splits us amongst ourselves, so that we don’t wake up and build guillotines. That we haven’t, yet, is shame enough to bear. But we will, eventually, we will.
I don’t approve of that outcome, largely because I think it will just be an opportunity for a fresh set of oligarchs to wrench the system to their benefit.
I don’t even know how the election will turn out today, but when the process is so terrible, it doesn’t really matter much for the long term future of the United States. One result is definitely better than the other, but I dread the ongoing mess of the next election, which will probably begin in 2017 and drag on for years. Again.
We got to the polls as soon as they opened…and there was a line! In Morris! I got my ballot immediately, but then actually had to wait half a minute for a voting booth to open up.
I was voter #5 at my polling place. Millions more will pour in today.
I hope they all vote as well as I did.
Brandon Levston had an encounter with a road-raging Trump supporter. It’s kind of awful: the road rager uses racial slurs, dismisses his wife’s protest with “be a woman”, and declares that black lives don’t matter, repeatedly. The video is definitely not safe for work.
And then, as the Trump-lovin’ asshole walks away, Levston throws his own insult at about the 3:05 mark and calls him…
…transgender faggot…
And with that, they both get thrown into the basket of deplorables. I guess some bigotries just stick around forever.
OK, a lot of people are saying Levston did not say the slur — it was the Trumpkin. It’s not clear: Levston is laughing just after the comment, and it blurs together with the voice.
I’d love to hear from Levston himself to clear up the ambiguity. It may well be that only one of them needs to go in the basket, but it’s going to need to be a bigger basket.
I felt the same way about the recent Trump rally — he knows nothing about this state. Betsy Hodges expressed it beautifully, though.
Donald Trump, you need to know a few things about Minnesota that your ignorant tirade in Minnesota today revealed you do not know and I fear you are incapable of understanding:
1) You say “don’t let them roam our communities” like you have already created the fascist state you are hoping to turn this country into. This is America, Donald, and the Somali people of Minnesota and Minneapolis are not *roaming* our communities, they are *building* them.
2) Minnesota has problems, that’s for sure. All states do. There is poverty, and violence, and despair, and those have consequences – in every group, in every community, including the people you addressed today. But we aren’t like you, Donald. In Minnesota we respond to those challenges with kindness, not hate; by pulling together more rather than less; by appreciating one another more rather than less; and by working harder, not by giving up on one another. Everything you’ve done in your life – from your business practices to your sexual assaults to your Islamophobia to your constant blaming of others for the problems you’ve created yourself – betrays your ignorance of those values. But they are Minnesota values and we will vote them on Tuesday.
3) Minneapolis is a better, stronger place for having our Somali and East African immigrants and refugees in it. It is a privilege and an honor to be mayor of the city with the largest Somali population in this country. Your ignorance, your hate, your fear just make me remember how lucky we are to have neighbors who are so great.
4) You did get one thing right today, though. “Four years, you can forget it,” you said. Indeed. You can forget it.
Exactly right.
Who else remembers the days of the BBS? Back in the 1980s I used to hang out on various dial-up bulletin boards, before the internet. They weren’t truly interactive — some used only a single phone line, a few fancy ones could handle a couple of simultaneous connections, but generally you’d log in, browse a couple of messages other people had left, maybe leave one yourself, and log out again, all at 300 baud. When the fancy 1200 baud modems came out (I bought one that was military surplus), my old Apple II struggled to keep up with the furious data rate, and I actually wrote my very own telecommunications program — in 6502 Assembler, of course, using the wonderful ORCA macro assembler package — and took the daring step of cutting a lead on my mother board to enable interrupts, and building the program around a custom interrupt handler just so it would stop dropping characters. I was a true nerd.
It all came rushing back with this article in the Atlantic, The Lost Civilization of Dial-Up Bulletin Board Systems. I abandoned them in the 1990s when the Internet became ubiquitously available, although still often through dial-up lines from home. Apparently some tiny number of them still hang on. There are actually 20 dial-up BBSes still running, somewhere?
But every mass extinction has its holdouts. Even today, a small community of people still run and call BBSes. Many seek the digital intimacy they lost years ago; 373 BBSes still operate, according to the Telnet BBS Guide, mostly in the United States. Many are set up to be accessible via internet-connected tools like Telnet, a text-based remote-login protocol originally designed for mainframes.
Did any direct-access, telephone-dial-up BBSes survive the internet’s proverbial asteroid? Sure enough, there are about 20 known dial-up BBSes in North America. And of those, only a handful have been running non-stop since the mid-1990s. These are the true dinosaurs walking among us. Who dares to run such antique systems, and why? Have any of them been left running by accident like the BBS in my dream? I had to find out.
Yes, why? I want to know. It turns out that many of them are just kept up for nostalgia’s sake, but others are…are you surprised to learn that they’re maintained by delusional right-wing paranoids?
Ten years ago, when I dipped back into BBSes, I still got a sense that many sysops ran them to provide a libertarian alternative to the internet. Among them, the unoppressed who wanted religious freedom, the unsurveilled who wanted freedom from surveillance, and those prepping for the day when BBSes would provide shelter after the internet came crashing down.
It was never an alternative to the Internet. It couldn’t be. You’d have to argue that the Post Office was just a slow version of blogging if you go down that path.
I took the Pew Quiz just to check my views with my party affiliation — you never know, maybe I’m actually a Republican deep down inside, and I’ve been voting incorrectly for the past few decades. It was disappointing.
Hey, is that arrow labeled “YOU” a few pixels shy of the left edge of the scale? And is the average member of the Democratic party actually what I would consider a horrible conservative?
