AnalPhilosopher

“[I]t is ambition enough to be employed as an under-labourer in clearing the ground a little,
and removing some of the rubbish that lies in the way to knowledge.” —John Locke, 1689

“[P]hilosophy can no more show a man what he should attach importance to
than geometry can show a man where he should stand.” —Peter Winch, 1968

Thursday, 30 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-30-85 . . . It's Sunday, so you can probably guess what I did today: I rode my bicycle. The temperature was over a hundred degrees [Fahrenheit] again, but I rose above it to set yet another 1985 record for gross average speed. This time, I covered the forty miles from the apartment to Colossal Cave and back in only three hours, thirty-seven minutes, for a gross average speed of 11.05 miles per hour. I had no idea, while on the bike, that I was making such rapid progress, but I should have. I didn't stop to pump up my tires; I paused at Saguaro National Monument [East] only to wash my face and refill my water bottle; and I stayed at the cave for only a few minutes. I didn't pedal much faster today, but I apparently stayed on the bike longer than usual. The wind was in my face on the way home from the Monument. And so now the year is half over. Twenty-six Sundays are behind me and twenty-six lie in front of me. I need to average 31.8 miles per week for the remaining weeks of the year in order to break my 1982 mileage record. The record is going to fall; I just know it. [I have no idea why I was recording gross average speed. Who cares how long I was stopped? What's important is how fast I went while I was pedaling.]

While riding, I realized that I am at my happiest while on the bike. It gives me a sense of freedom and lets me escape—if only temporarily—from the drudgery of reading and writing. Don't get me wrong: I enjoy reading and writing, or I wouldn't occupy myself with these activities, but there are times when one needs to get away from what one does most often. Riding my bike cleans my mind out (so to speak), makes me feel good about my physical condition, and gives me something toward which to strive. If there is one feature of my personality that stands out, that defines me, it is my desire to succeed—at whatever I set my mind to achieving. I just like testing myself, pushing myself, seeing if I can do things that other people don't, or can't, do. Come to think of it, I'm on a different wavelength altogether than most of my friends and acquaintances. Nobody whom I know enjoys riding as much as I do, and my friends do not take pride in setting and achieving goals. Most of them think that I'm utterly crazy for riding my bike in the summer heat; but I'm not (am I?).

Odds and ends: (1) As I walked to the mailbox this evening to send a letter to Mom and Jerry, I marvelled at the lights at the foot of the Santa Catalina Mountains. For some reason I hadn't noticed them before. What a beautiful sight! I've got to get out of the apartment more often at night.

RAAM

Mark Metcalfe is in Maryland, only 263 miles from the finish. See here. Keep going, Mark! (No, I don't know him, but he's from my neck of the woods.)

Sad

Brian Leiter admits that his blog is just one long rant, devoid of rational argumentation. What a waste of talent and training. Leiter's two areas of expertise, law and philosophy, are committed to rational argumentation, which he, surprisingly, renounces. This puts him in the same category as the preachers and demagogues he despises. As Harvey Siegel said in response to Paul Feyerabend's book Farewell to Reason, "farewell to Feyerabend."

Addendum: Here is law professor Orin Kerr's take on Leiter. Be sure to read the comments.

Addendum 2: Here is the post mentioned by Dr John Ray in his comment.

Le Tour

The 92d Tour de France begins Saturday. Lance Armstrong is the only person to have won the Tour six times. He announced some time back that this year's Tour will be his last professional race. Will he go out on top? All of the five-time winners—Jacques Anquetil, Eddy Merckx, Bernard Hinault, and Miguel Indurain—were defeated in their bids for a sixth victory. I believe Lance will win. He's at least as strong as his competitors, physically, and he has an indomitable will. See here for a preview of this year's Tour.

Acton in Action

Peggy Noonan, bless her heart, doesn't get it. See here. As Lord Acton pointed out long ago, power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Our athletes, movie stars, musicians, and politicians—our celebrities—misbehave because they can. We enable them. Wealth and political power insulate one from criticism and attract sycophants. Michael Jackson wouldn't last five minutes in ordinary life, but his wealth allows him to live in fantasyland and abuse people. This is not an argument for restricting wealth or limiting political terms. It's an argument for remaining virtuous in the face of temptation. It's also an argument for the rest of us to choose wisely. If you think Michael Jackson is a pervert or Tom Cruise a lout, don't put money in his pocket. If you think your United States senator has been corrupted by power, vote for someone else. Let your values be reflected in your behavior.

Ambrose Bierce

Armor, n. The kind of clothing worn by a man whose tailor is a blacksmith.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

From the Mailbag

Dear Keith,

In answer to your question why a Christian might not welcome death, I'd say the following. First of all, not all of them do see it as unwelcome. St. Ignatius of Antioch, for example, famously looked forward to his martyrdom as a way of glorifying God by an act of perfect obedience, a refusal to forsake Him even under the threat of execution. And he knew he'd afterward be receiving his eternal reward, so why care about a few moments of pain that would soon seem like a distant memory? Many other saints have had just this attitude.

Second, as St. Paul once said, while he would much rather die and be with Christ, he realized that those he had taught still needed him, weak as they still were in the faith. So whether or not one is personally ready to meet his maker, he might want to stick around to help those who aren't themselves ready become ready.

Third, most people are in fact nowhere near ready, so there is a good reason for wanting to stay alive for a while. On the Catholic understanding, anyway, only when the Christian has attained moral perfection is he fit for eternal life in God's presence. Hence the need to attain it as far as possible in this life; and while purgatory will complete the process for those who die in a state of grace (i.e. without being in a state of mortal sin) but not yet perfected (e.g. still having various character flaws and weaknesses), this will involve great unpleasantness that one should want to avoid.

Here, incidentally, is one of many areas in which, in my view, Protestantism has made Christianity seem much less comprehensible and defensible than it really is. If faith alone saves you, if your salvation is absolutely guaranteed from the moment you "accept Christ," if there is no purgatory, etc., then yes, it does become mysterious why you'd want to go through the bother of staying alive. Why not go straight to heaven? But that just isn't at all how it works, from the Catholic point of view (or, in fairness, from the Eastern Orthodox point of view for that matter).

Ed Feser

Note from AnalPhilosopher: I hope I haven't started an internecine Christian war!

Addendum: McKee Stewart comments on Ed Feser's letter.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

When President Bush claimed that the sacrifice in Iraq is "worth it," the question that begs to be asked is, Other than for the military families who have suffered loss and injury, what sacrifice?

We are fighting a war in a time of tax cuts; we are kept from seeing the coffins of our soldiers killed in war; we get little or no information about those who are seriously wounded; and in general, we are prevented from experiencing the loss and horror of Iraq.

And of course, there is no military draft.

Other than our tax money and the "Support Our Troops" stickers, there is little that has been asked of us—except to continue to believe the administration's version of what is happening in Iraq and why we are there.

Brett C. Flamm
New Haven, June 29, 2005

Ideology

What is an ideology? See here for Dr Bill Vallicella's definition. By the way, those of you who have been around for a while know that my communal blog, The Conservative Philosopher, is down to three members. There were almost 20 at one point. Of those, only about a dozen had posted anything. The others told me when they joined that they might not post very often, and they were right. The blog began to fall apart when I disabled the comment function. We were getting scurrilous comments from readers, including one who was studying philosophy at The University of Arkansas. At the time, I had no way to control them. Since I was the blog's founder and administrator, I made the decision. Several blog members thought this was imperious and left in a huff. I was, and am, glad to be rid of them. At least one of them should never have been on the blog in the first place, since he lacked the proper credentials, and a couple of others (someone named Burton, someone named Ryan, and another named Schechter or Schachter) were nobodies in the profession. (I honestly hadn't heard of them before they asked to join, and once they began posting, I knew why they were unknown.) Recently, I removed the names of several members who hadn't posted, including John Kekes and Roger Scruton. They said they wanted to stay on, but they weren't posting, so what's the point? A blog is a weblog, which implies a certain regularity of posting. The three remaining members—Bill Vallicella, Ed Feser, and I—post on a regular basis. Bill and Ed are serious and professional. I always learn from their posts. I hope you do, too.

Golden Pickle Juice

The other day, I mentioned drinking pickle juice after a bike rally. For several days thereafter, I could not stop thinking about it. I checked a couple of grocery stores to no avail. Finally, in desperation, I ordered a case of 24 16-ounce bottles from the company, which happens to be in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. The case arrived in two days. Two of the bottles were damaged, but they were replaced by the owner when I complained. (He gave me three bottles and apologized for the inconvenience.) I've been drinking one bottle a day ever since. It's delicious. Each bottle contains only 14 calories, which is less than a piece of bubble gum. Please try this beverage. You can order it here. I have no financial or other interest in the company. I'm simply recommending a good product.

Postscript: I haven't had a drop of alcohol since January 1978, when I was 20. This pickle juice has a head like beer. I think of it as my daily brew.

Wednesday, 29 June 2005

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "The Court Affirms Separation of Church and State" (editorial, June 28):

The Supreme Court's split decisions regarding displays of the Ten Commandments, affirming one display and calling another unconstitutional based on the intent of the displayer, are ridiculous.

The Ten Commandments begin with "I am the Lord thy God," which should be considered by its intent, which is the pronouncement of a particular religious belief.

Proponents of lessening the separation between church and state constantly refer to America's Christian history. What is completely forgotten is that our Constitution does not refer to God anywhere.

It is hard to believe that this was simply an oversight by our founding fathers. But then, they were men greatly influenced by the Enlightenment.

Barbara Bellantonio
East Meadow, N.Y., June 28, 2005

Journalism

One of the interesting things I learned while practicing law is that police officers are tight. You don't rat on a fellow officer. You protect, defend, and support your fellow officers. Journalists are just as tight, if not tighter. When a journalist is captured in battle, it's front-page news. When journalists are jailed, it's front-page news. When athletes disrespect journalists, they (the athletes) get vilified by other journalists. Journalists take care of their own. Today, William Safire argues that Judith Miller and Matthew Cooper should not be jailed for refusing to testify before a grand jury, even though there is no privilege to refrain. The law is against them. They're entitled to challenge the law, obviously, but they did, and they lost. It's time for them to take their punishment. This is what nonviolent civil disobedience is all about. You don't try to have it both ways. You don't break the law and then try to avoid punishment. You break the law in order to be punished, in the hope that your sincerity and commitment will start a conversation about the (in)justice of the law. Go to jail, Judy and Matt. You made your choice. Accept the consequences.

Two Hundred Years Ago

One of the most difficult and dangerous segments of the Lewis and Clark expedition was the portage of the great falls (at present-day Great Falls, Montana). The heavy boats and most of the gear had to be hauled 18 miles overland from a point below the falls to a point above. (Some of the gear was cached for the return trip.) Here is a map of the portage route (click to enlarge):

The portage took nearly a month. During this time, the men (and Sacagawea) experienced blistering heat (there was no shelter), torrential rains, deadly hail, rattlesnakes, grizzly bears, and prickly pears that pierced their moccasin-clad feet. Here is an artist's rendering of the portage:

The events of today (i.e., 29 June 1805) were particularly harrowing. I get chills when I read the accounts of what happened. See here.

Ambrose Bierce

Hippogriff, n. An animal (now extinct) which was half horse and half griffin. The griffin was itself a compound creature, half lion and half eagle. The hippogriff was actually, therefore, only one-quarter eagle, which is two dollars and fifty cents in gold. The study of zoology is full of surprises.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

A Night at the Ballpark

I went to The Ballpark in Arlington last night with my friend Wendell Hawkins and his son Brett (named after the great third baseman). It was hot, but we had fun. Before the game we ate at the Rawlings Grille inside the ballpark and took part in some of the activities. Here is a view of home plate from near ground level in right field (click to enlarge):

There's a whiffle-ball park in center field. It's 56 feet to straightaway center and 54 down the lines. Ballpark employees pitch to kids before and during the games. You get five pitches for two dollars. Some of the kids were superb hitters, which made me feel good about the future of baseball in this country. Take a look at this little guy, who can't be more than four years old:

You wouldn't guess that he could hit the ball, would you? Guess again! The little shit was awesome! Here he is in mid-swing:

He hit the ball as well as kids two or three times his age. Compare his swing to that of Mark McGwire. Here is Super Fan, who graciously posed for me:

I was surprised to learn, early in the day, that my bicycling buddy Joe Culotta was going to the game. It turns out that he and his wife Frieda had an enclosed suite with all the amenities. Joe said there was no riff-raff allowed in his suite, so instead of me visiting him, he came to visit us at the top of the ballpark behind home plate. Here he is:

Unfortunately for those of us who love the Texas Rangers, they lost, 5-1, in 11 innings. It was 1-1 from the first inning on, but Garret Anderson hit a grand slam in the top of the 11th. The crowd went silent. Fans streamed for the exits. Wendell, Brett, and I stayed until the bitter end. Here they are, roughhousing:

Here is the view from my seat, looking outside the ballpark:

These seats cost two dollars apiece. I wouldn't sit anywhere else, even if it were free.

"The Right to Love"

One of the protagonists in Canada's debate over homosexual "marriage" says that "It's about the right to love." See here. Let's think about this. Are love and marriage identical? Of course not. Two people can be married without loving one another and two people can love one another without being married. Is the suggestion that love isn't real, true, or legitimate unless and until it gets the approval of the state? That's a scary thought! I feel sorry for homosexuals who find, need, or seek affirmation in law. And let's not delude ourselves: This debate is first and foremost about affirmation—about homosexuals, homosexuality, and homosexual conduct being not just tolerated but celebrated. For remember: Toleration means that the thing being tolerated is wrong, bad, false, or misguided, but that, in spite of these, it will be suffered to exist. No homosexual, even the excitable Andrew Sullivan, has ever been prevented from loving. What homosexuals have been prevented from doing is participating in an institution—marriage—that was not made for them and that doesn't apply to them. Do not let homosexuals or their heterosexual allies frame this as a question of love. It's a question of justice.

Tuesday, 28 June 2005

The Devil's Dictionary, 21st-Century Edition

Soccer, n. A game of no particular aesthetic, athletic, or social merit, the aim of which is twofold: first, to frustrate the players by forbidding them to use their arms, elbows, wrists, hands, thumbs, palms, or fingers; and second, to test the patience and good will of spectators, who must inure themselves to the incessant (and sometimes spectacular) failure on the field of play. Some spectators, primarily but not exclusively those in Europe, cannot stand the frustration and resort to hooliganism.

Brian Is Right

I don't agree with Brian Leiter on much, but he's exactly right about the cowardice implied by anonymous blogging. I've written about it myself on several occasions. If you can't identify yourself when you speak or write; if you won't assume ownership of or take responsibility for your ideas; if you're afraid of the consequences, personal or otherwise, of expressing your beliefs or values—then you have no business speaking or writing. Think of the risks taken by John Hancock and the other 54 signers of the Declaration of Independence. These were brave men, risking not just their property and their social status but their own and their families' lives. They should be our models.

A Question for Christians

Forgive my impertinence (and excuse my ignorance, if that is the case), but why should a Christian have the slightest reluctance to die (or, what amounts to the same thing, the slightest fear of death)? I'm not talking about the process of dying, which might be painful. (Everyone has reason to fear that.) I'm talking about the state of death. Christians believe that they will have everlasting life in resurrected bodies, and that they will spend eternity with their loved ones. Right? Whence, then, the angst? I'm an atheist. My earthly life is all I have. Death is the end of me. It stands to reason, therefore, that I view death as a grave harm (no pun intended) and am reluctant to die.

Addendum: I can understand why a certain sort of Christian would be reluctant to die. If you're not sure that there's an afterlife, or that you'll qualify for it, you might cling to life on the off-chance that this is all you have. In other words, you want to live in case you're wrong about an afterlife. But a sincere, devout Christian can have no doubts along these lines. So my question is addressed to sincere, devout Christians, not to the wishy-washy ones.

Addendum 2: My question can be asked of others besides Christians, but I'm interested in what Christians say.

Addendum 3: Assuming that there is no good reason for a Christian (as such) to be reluctant to die, the degree to which a particular Christian is reluctant to die is a measure of his or her insincerity or lack of devotion (or both).

Ambrose Bierce

Rabble, n. In a republic, those who exercise a supreme authority tempered by fraudulent elections. The rabble is like the sacred Simurgh, of Arabian fable—omnipotent on condition that it do nothing. (The word is Aristocratese, and has no exact equivalent in our tongue, but means, as nearly as may be, "soaring swine.")

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Monday, 27 June 2005

From the Mailbag

Thanks to your repeated testimonials as to the benefits and pleasure of cycling, I have started going to and from work on my green Schwinn mountain bike.

Interesting how, almost two thousand miles away, you can make a change in someone else's life, even if it is just to take up cycling.

Ian Franzen

RAAM

Mark Metcalfe has reached Illinois. See here.

Waxahachie

I had a great time in Waxahachie (pronounced Woks-a-HATCH-ee) this past Saturday. I’ve done the Cow Creek Country Classic since 1990, with three exceptions. One year, I was out west riding in the mountains. A year ago, my back was so sore that I could barely walk, much less ride. It’s always hot and humid for this rally. But Saturday it didn’t seem half bad. Either I’m getting used to the heat or it really was less oppressive. (The official high temperature for the day was 96° Fahrenheit, but I was home and napping before it got that hot. The hottest part of the day in North Texas is late afternoon: about four or five o’clock.)

I used to do the 100-mile course at this rally, but now that I’m old (48) and feeble, I do only 75 miles. My goal was to go out easy and keep a steady pace. There’s nothing worse than being weak near the end, when the sun is beating down on you. If you go out slowly, you conserve energy. Fortunately, the course was into the wind for the first half and with the wind for the second. I knew that once I reached Milford, I would have a tailwind all the way back. The key is to save enough energy to be able to take advantage of it. To my surprise, I felt as strong as a bull when I reached Milford. I had been riding alone in the blistering heat for many miles, listening to music on my Rio Karma. There were few other riders on the course. Once I got a tailwind, I flew. I passed several riders on my way back to Waxahachie.

The course was a little different this year because of road construction, so I ended up with 77.12 miles. It took 4:35:11 to complete the course (not counting my two stops), so my average speed was 16.81 miles per hour. I pedaled 18.24 miles the first hour, 17.21 the second, 14.77 the third (yikes!), and 17.26 the fourth. I averaged 16.43 miles per hour for the final 35:11. I’ve gone much faster on this course, but as I say, my goal wasn’t speed. Had I gone out hard, I would have suffered much more near the end. Suffering is good, but not that good! By the way, this was my longest ride in three years—since the 2002 Cow Creek Country Classic. In 1990, to put things in perspective, I did 14 centuries. My longest ride any more, even at the Hotter ’n Hell Hundred in Wichita Falls, is about 75 miles. Saturday’s rally was my 12th of the year and 356th overall.

One of the joys of participating in bike rallies is seeing my friends and acquaintances. Even if we don’t ride together, we get together at the start and sometimes at the finish to tell war stories and josh each other. Norm Weatherby had his camera at the start. Here is his picture of Julius Bejsovec and me (click to enlarge):

Here is Julius’s picture of Norm and me:

What a bunch of geezers! But Norm and Julius are serious bicyclists. Don’t let their wrinkles, gray hair, and extra pounds fool you. When Norm gets onto his aero bars, he’s an animal; and Julius is a longtime pack rider who still averages over 20 miles per hour in certain rallies. I keep waiting for him to slow down and ride with me, but he shows no sign of doing so.

I heard a lot of great music during my ride. The best songs of the day were “Sad Song,” by Lou Reed (from Berlin); “The Writ,” by Black Sabbath (from Sabotage); and “When the Heart Rules the Mind,” by GTR (from GTR). Honorable mention goes to “Alice’s Restaurant,” by Arlo Guthrie (from the 1967 album of the same name). This 18-minute opus had me roaring. I couldn’t help it. At one point I rode past a rest stop, laughing all the way. Everyone looked. They probably wondered what was going on. If you haven’t heard this song, you must. It is an American classic. I had tears rolling down my face as I pedaled. Needless to say, it took my mind off the work I was doing.

Postscript: I neglected to write about my most recent two rallies. Sixteen days ago, I rode in McKinney. Nine days ago, I rode in Italy (pronounced IT-lee). The McKinney course was short (only 53.57 miles), so I didn’t stop. I had an average speed of 20.56 miles per hour after 28 miles, but then hit a headwind and ended up with 17.79 miles per hour. Some of the roads were rough. I felt strong in Italy, averaging 17.55 miles per hour for 61.05 miles. Actually, I averaged over 18 miles per hour, but my computer messed up. I decided to write down what my computer showed, even though my friend Joe Culotta and I calculated that I was over 18 miles per hour. It’s okay; it’s only a number. I hope all of you are enjoying your summers. Remember: There will be plenty of time to rest when you’re dead. Get out!

Twenty Years Ago

6-27-85 . . . While reading the first two chapters of Steven Rhoads’s The Economist’s View of the World this evening, it dawned on me that my undergraduate education was devoid of criticism. I was not taught to analyze or think critically about any of the problems that I studied. That, in turn, set me back intellectually, for I now realize that criticism is the stock in trade of the academician. Especially in philosophy, one must be able to read a book or article and dissect it, exposing hidden assumptions, clarifying concepts, and reconstructing and criticizing arguments. I wasn’t taught to do this, or even that it is important. Consequently, I took much of what I was taught for granted. I thought that classical economics was the only valid economics, that political scientists agreed on the framework within which they studied their discipline, and that there was such a thing as an “objective” history. Now I reject each of these assumptions. I learned relatively late in life the value of criticism, but at least I learned it. I am now much more critical of everything that I read.

Hot damn! For the past few days and weeks I’ve been thinking about morality, and in particular about the foundations of morality. Is morality within the province of reason, such that two individuals can sit down and argue about what is right or good, or is it merely a subjective phenomenon, such that the most we can do is express our tastes and feelings? My inclination has always been (or has been for the past few years) that morality is within the province of reason. I, personally, have been persuaded by moral arguments; so I assume that others can be as well. Once factual differences are ironed out, two individuals can argue about what is right or good by tracing the consequences of a certain action or policy, by demonstrating the coherence or incoherence of certain moral principles, or by showing that a given moral principle is entailed by another principle or set of principles that the individual already accepts.

Today, I found support for my position—in an article by Steven M. Sanders entitled “Ethics Without Justification.” [Steven M. Sanders, “Ethics Without Justification,” The Southern Journal of Philosophy 19 (1981): 475-87.] In this article, Sanders admits that “no moral principle or position can be conclusively established.” I agree with him. He also rejects the view that there are nonarbitrary procedures for resolving moral disputes. But this doesn’t mean, he says, that we’re stuck with moral skepticism (the view that “the choice among competing moral principles and positions is ultimately arbitrary”), for reason plays a role in morality as a tool of criticism. There are “techniques of evaluation which are rational even though they are open to revision and do not allow us to conclusively establish any moral principles or positions.” This is my view precisely! I, unlike others, am not hellbent for certainty or conclusiveness; I am not searching for ultimate (or “true”) moral principles. Instead, I view morality as something which permeates society. As citizens, we are entitled (and perhaps obligated) to develop moral convictions and attempt to persuade others of their truth. This is done via rational argument. I agree with Sanders that morality is not “grounded” in reason; reason provides a vehicle for the appraisal of moral principles.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Repeal Lite" (editorial, June 21): I agree that the estate tax should not be repealed. It is our country's most progressive tax. As such, one's feelings about it expose how one thinks the burden of taxation should be distributed.

On one side are those who believe it is important to let the superwealthy pass along their fortunes to their children without contributing anything extra to our shared government—a government that helped and supported the very wealth creation they benefited from.

On the other side are those who believe it important for people who have gained more from our society to contribute more. They understand that multimillionaires are far more fortunate than minimum-wage workers, and that over time, such extreme differences in wealth and income can be addressed only by providing more and better opportunities for economic advancement.

The wealthy should always pay higher taxes than those struggling in the middle and at the bottom. The estate tax merely maintains that tradition.

Bob Keener
Needham, Mass., June 22, 2005

To the Editor:

I've had enough of your proselytizing in favor of the estate tax (editorial, June 21).

How can you morally defend the government's confiscation of a good chunk of a person's lifetime savings even after they have already been taxed as income?

As a self-made man from the Midwest, I'm proud of the savings I've accumulated for my children, and I have duly paid the top marginal tax rate on my income every year. I've also been very lucky and blessed in my life.

But why should my children be penalized because of my success?

Jed Duncan
New Canaan, Conn., June 22, 2005

Journalistic Hubris

Judith Miller is a reporter for The New York Times. Matthew Cooper is a reporter for Time Magazine. Both were subpoenaed by a grand jury in the Valerie Plame affair. The grand jury was investigating leaks from governmental officials that may have violated the Intelligence Identities Protection Act. Even though the United States Supreme Court long ago ruled that the First Amendment does not prevent journalists from being called before grand juries, Miller and Cooper refused to testify. They were, accordingly, cited for contempt of court and ordered to be jailed. They appealed the order (during which time they remained free). Today, the Supreme Court refused to hear their case. See here. While I admire the principled stand being taken by these journalists, they must take their punishment. They are trying to create a privilege for journalists. (A privilege, by definition, is something—a right, a liberty, an opportunity, a power, or an immunity—that not everyone has.) It must be kept in mind that whether they are jailed is entirely up to them. All they have to do is testify before the grand jury. If they do, they go free. If they don’t, they go to jail.

The larger issue here is role conflict. Journalists, as such, have duties to each other, to their audience, to their sources, and to their profession. But they’re also citizens, like the rest of us, and, as such, they must comply with the law. The courts have said that the role of citizen supersedes that of journalist on this issue. Miller and Cooper are entitled to work within the system to change the law. What they’re not entitled to do is evade the law, however unjust they believe it is. If they believe the law is unjust, they should demonstrate their sincerity by taking their punishment. That is what Martin Luther King Jr taught. Go to jail willingly and lovingly, as a protest against what you take to be an unjust law.

Bush-Hatin' Paul

I could hardly believe my eyes a few minutes ago when I clicked on Paul Krugman's* New York Times op-ed column and began reading. He was discussing an economic matter! Not a moral matter, not a political matter, not a military matter. For once, the man was conversing on a topic within his realm of expertise! Could this be a sign of things to come? Has Krugman decided, at long last, to contribute something meaningful to public debate? But then I got to the end of the column. Alas, Krugman couldn't help but get in a dig at the Bush administration. It turns out that President Bush's war in Iraq has diverted our attention from North Korea and that we need China's assistance in dealing with North Korea. If it weren't for that gol-darned President Bush, we could be as stern as we need to be with the Chinese. (By the way, is Krugman implying that we should have attacked North Korea instead of Iraq? If he's not, why mention Iraq at all? He seems to be saying that if we hadn't attacked Iraq, we could have attacked—or at least credibly threatened—North Korea, thus obviating the need to be nice to the Chinese.)

* "Op-Ed columnist Paul Krugman has the disturbing habit of shaping, slicing and selectively citing numbers in a fashion that pleases his acolytes but leaves him open to substantive assaults" (Daniel Okrent, "13 Things I Meant to Write About but Never Did," The New York Times, 22 May 2005).

Ambrose Bierce

Art, n. This word has no definition. Its origin is related as follows by the ingenious Father Gassalasca Jape, S.J.

One day a wag—what would the wretch be at?—
Shifted a letter of the cipher RAT,
And said it was a god's name! Straight arose
Fantastic priests and postulants (with shows,
And mysteries, and mummeries, and hymns,
And disputations dire that lamed their limbs)
To serve his temple and maintain the fires,
Expound the law, manipulate the wires.
Amazed, the populace the rites attend,
Believe whate'er they cannot comprehend,
And, inly edified to learn that two
Half-hairs joined so and so (as Art can do)
Have sweeter values and a grace more fit
Than Nature's hairs that never have been split,
Bring cates and wines for sacrificial feasts,
And sell their garments to support the priests.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Sunday, 26 June 2005

The Supreme Court

Justice Anthony Kennedy has been a disaster on the Supreme Court. Let's hope he resigns soon and that President Bush doesn't make the same mistake Ronald Reagan did. See here.

Twenty Years Ago

6-26-85 . . . During the first winter of the Lewis and Clark expedition, temperatures dropped to as low as forty-two degrees below zero [Fahrenheit] while the crew stayed at Fort Mandan (in modern-day North Dakota). [William] Clark was amazed at how well the Indians had adapted to the cold weather. For instance, one night, when the temperature dropped to forty degrees below zero, two Indians remained in the open all night without fire, wearing only the traditional leather clothing. Clark wrote this (on 10 January 1805), after the Indians came back in good health: “Customs & the habits of those people [the Indians] has anured them to bare more Cold than I thought it possible for man to endure.” Isn’t this amazing, and sad? I hate to think that any person had to endure temperatures as low as forty-two degrees below zero. But people at that time and place were apparently much tougher, both physically and mentally, than I am. I have a hard time putting up with fifty-degree temperatures now that I live in Arizona!

From the Mailbag

Hello,

I was looking for the origin of the “awakened from my dogmatic slumbers” phrase and Jeeves led me to you who regard Hume as the greatest philosopher, as do I. So much so, that on my honeymoon in Edinburgh, I insisted that we see Hume’s tomb. We did and we’re still married 49 years later.

Thanks,
Herbert Kaufmann
Princeton AB Philosophy 1955 (no relation to Walter but a student of his)
Yale MD 1959

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "House Backs Ban on Flag Burning" (news article, June 23):

Once again, Congress is voting for a constitutional amendment that would make desecration of the American flag illegal. While the act of destroying an American flag may be repulsive, the proposal of this amendment is itself unpatriotic and un-American.

Throughout history, American men and women have given the ultimate sacrifice in foreign wars not to protect the flag, but to protect the right of people everywhere to express themselves freely, even (especially) if those views are unpopular.

As soon as it becomes illegal to desecrate the American flag, the flag will no longer symbolize freedom, but instead will symbolize oppression. To put it bluntly, only the citizens of countries like Iran and North Korea should expect such a symbolic protest of their government to warrant prosecution.

Aaron Powell
Orlando, Fla., June 23, 2005

Note from AnalPhilosopher: Here is the 1989 case in which the United States Supreme Court ruled that flag-desecration statutes violate the Free-Speech Clause of the First Amendment. The proposed amendment, if ratified, would effectively overrule this decision.

Reynders on Language

Here.

Ambrose Bierce

Absentee, n. A person with an income who has had the forethought to remove himself from the sphere of exaction.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

RAAM

Mark Metcalfe has reached Kansas. See here for text and images.

Addendum: Oops! I should have read the ticker at the top of Mark's blog. He's out of Kansas and into Missouri.

Saturday, 25 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-25-85 . . . Here are some thoughts on the 109th anniversary of the Battle of the Little Bighorn, in which George Armstrong Custer and over two hundred of his troops were killed by Indians. (1) Has it been twenty-one years since Mom, Dad, Glenn, Mark, and I stood on a Montana hillside and looked at the battle site? I can still remember Dad explaining the battle to us, and seeing the interest in his eyes. That may have been what started me on my lifelong love affair with American history. (2) Each year there are archeological “digs” on the Custer battlefield. I am opposed to such intrusions. The battlefield belongs to all of us; it is an historical treasure and should not be altered or destroyed. I feel good inside just knowing that nothing is changing on that windswept Montana hillside. (3) Recently I purchased a book entitled Son of the Morning Star [Evan S. Connell, Son of the Morning Star (San Francisco: North Point Press, 1984)]. It purports to be a biography of Custer and a reinterpretation of the events of 25 June 1876, the day of the battle. I haven’t yet found time to read it.

While it is true, as I said a year ago, that the mind is not one of my favorite subjects, I now realize its importance for other areas, such as ethics. Ethical theory is not just the study of true moral principles; it reaches out on one end to encompass intention, motivation, and knowledge, and at the other end to encompass society and political institutions. In fact, it is quite arbitrary to try to assign a particular domain of study to ethics. Ethics is inextricably bound up with such subjects as action theory, the philosophy of mind, social and political philosophy, and even metaphysics. I do not yet see the “big picture,” but I’m always moving in that direction. Perhaps before I leave the University of Arizona I’ll be able to take a course in action theory from either Myles Brand or Alvin Goldman. Both are experts in the field.

The West

New research suggests that the American West wasn't the wild, woolly place it's been made out to be. See here. Two comments. First, the presence of guns kept the peace by deterring violence. We forget this at our peril. Second, I found little evidence of widespread violence in Michigan Territory when I researched the subject many years ago. See Keith Burgess-Jackson, "Violence on the Michigan Frontier: The Incidence of Sporadic Assault in Michigan Territory, 1817-1830," Detroit in Perspective: A Journal of Regional History (spring 1983): 46-74. As I put it there:

Historians have left us with a frontier of vicious and unrelenting violence. According to the prevailing wisdom, frontier denizens assaulted, battered, and killed one another on a regular basis. Modern movies and literature have done little thus far to alter this conclusion.

But not all frontiers were violent places in which to live. Michigan Territory is a prime example. During an extended portion of its frontier past, Michigan Territory was the site of surprisingly few incidents of sporadic assault. Most of the incidents that occurred there, moreover, involved family members or people who (in one capacity or another) knew each other. Random, sporadic violence—the kind that was supposedly typical of frontier areas—was the exception rather than the rule in Michigan. (page 67; endnote omitted)

Perhaps my findings in Michigan Territory can be extrapolated to the West as a whole. That seems to be the upshot of the new research.

Peeve #37

Baseball is meant to be played with wooden bats. I don't care that metal bats make the ball go faster.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

From a psychological perspective, John Tierney has gotten both the "work ethic" and the president wrong. The latter stage of life should not replicate what we have done before, but should prepare us for the diminution of our powers through a focus on compassion, wisdom and good social works.

The model for this is former President Jimmy Carter. The Carter Principle includes a quiet spirituality that leads by compassionate example rather than political bullying, creative works such as books, including poetry, that add to our culture and self-knowledge, and good social works such as building homes for the homeless, supervising democratic elections and undertaking special missions of peace.

This is the important work ethic that retirees should engage in rather than be urged to continue to work in unfulfilling and unenlightening jobs that neither enrich them nor their fellow human beings.

Paul M. Wortman
East Setauket, N.Y., June 21, 2005

Planners

See here for my post about the difference between liberals and conservatives.

Ambrose Bierce

Preference, n. A sentiment, or frame of mind, induced by the erroneous belief that one thing is better than another.

An ancient philosopher, expounding his conviction that life is no better than death, was asked by a disciple why, then, he did not die. "Because," he replied, "death is no better than life."

It is longer.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Wal-Mart

Liberals hate capitalism, since it makes wealth depend on things like initiative, creativity, discipline, sacrifice, and hard work—all of which, to all but the liberal mind, are virtues. Wal-Mart is the liberal bête noire. See here for Richard Posner's illuminating discussion of Wal-Mart.

Custer

George Armstrong Custer, the boy general, is my hero. If I had a son—and perhaps one day I will—I would want him to be just like Custer. Autie died on this date in 1876. See here.

Friday, 24 June 2005

Happy Birthday, You Devil!

Ambrose Bierce, whose wit and wisdom enliven this blog, was born on this date in 1842. I like to think he would be pleased and proud to have such an Internet presence. Type his name into Google and see how many sites are devoted to him.

The Supreme Court

Whether there's a fight over a Supreme Court nominee depends not just on who's nominated but on who leaves the bench. The Court's ideological composition is a given. Liberals can't very well expect the Court to become more liberal during President Bush's terms as president. The most they can seriously argue is that it should get no more conservative. But then it matters which justice steps down. If Chief Justice William Rehnquist steps down, President Bush is entitled to have a replacement who is at least as conservative as Rehnquist. Remember: Rehnquist was one of two dissenters in Roe v. Wade. (The other dissenter, Byron White, is no longer on the Court.) The shit will hit the fan when someone like Sandra Day O'Connor or John Paul Stevens steps down, for replacing either of them with a conservative jurist will disrupt the ideological ecology of the Court. If I were President Bush, I would start making the case for this right now. He's entitled to a Court at least as conservative as the one he inherited. Ideally, he should get a more conservative Court. Otherwise, what was the point of the election?

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Although Thomas L. Friedman makes an interesting point regarding the reason for President Bush's lack of sound policy ideas ("Run, Dick, Run," column, June 22), my view is that the very early days of his first term were just as aimless and puzzling.

When the attacks of 9/11 occurred, the president finally found a black and white issue to focus all his energies on, and this struck a chord with the electorate.

But now that several years have passed since the attack, and Mr. Bush is finally spending time talking about other things, his true colors are showing again: he is tragically short-sighted and out of touch with what matters to most Americans.

Jeff Solomon
Cambridge, Mass., June 22, 2005

Note from AnalPhilosopher: Thomas Friedman is a terrible writer. His worst literary offense is mixing metaphors. This isn't just carelessness, either; it reflects muddled thought. Coincidentally, the letter writer (Jeff Solomon) mixes quite a few metaphors of his own. I boldfaced them for your enjoyment. Did I miss any?

Unsporting Behavior

I thought I knew everything about bicycling, but I guess I don’t. I’ve been riding for many years, but I’ve never raced, despite having a cat. 5 license for a while. Oh sure, the rallies I do are competitive, and I’ve ridden in many lead packs, but I don’t recall anyone blocking riders to help a teammate who happened to be in a breakaway. The other day, my friend Eric Snider, who races, mentioned that he and his teammates had done some blocking. This led to a discussion (by e-mail). I told Eric that I don’t recall seeing or hearing of professional racers blocking (except perhaps at the very end of a race, where sprint position is all-important). If X has a teammate in a breakaway, X simply doesn’t do any work in the pack. But X doesn’t try to keep others from chasing. So there’s no blocking (to my knowledge) in either professional racing or bike rallies, but there is in amateur racing. Why would that be?

One hypothesis is that blocking is dangerous. If I slow my pace as soon as I move to the front of the pack, I endanger those behind me. All it takes is the touch of a wheel to cause a massive pileup. Professional racers, by definition, make their livings racing, so perhaps they don’t tolerate blocking or other shenanigans. That might explain why professionals don’t block. As for why rally riders don’t block, it’s because we’re not racing for anything. We’re out for fun. Also, there are no teams. Amateur racers may have a greater tolerance for shenanigans, since their livelihoods don’t depend on staying healthy. If they get hurt in a crash, they’ll continue to be paid by their employers.

There’s something unsporting about blocking. Professional bicycling, like other sports, has many unwritten rules. A person is supposed to win honestly and openly, not by trickery or subterfuge. If I have a teammate in a breakaway, I’m not expected to do any work to pull the breakaway back. (Indeed, if I do, I’ll get in trouble with my team!) But this doesn’t mean I should interfere with other teams’ attempts to reel in the breakaway. I’m to sit in the pack and travel at its speed, whatever it may be. If the pack catches my teammate, so be it. It won’t be through my efforts.

I thought of an analogy. Suppose I’m playing billiards for small stakes. Whenever the other player is about to shoot, I move between the main light source and the player, hoping thereby to make him or her strike the ball poorly. I have every right to do this under the rules, but I shouldn’t. It’s unsporting. The other player will almost certainly ask me to move, and of course I would. Imagine my doing that before every shot, and having to be told to move every time. This is analogous to slowing the pace of the pack every time I pull through. The other riders can go around me, and will, but I will be an annoyance. I have every right, under the rules, to go to the front and reduce my speed, but I shouldn’t. There’s a difference between having a right and exercising it. Sometimes it’s wrong to exercise a right.

It may be presumptuous for me to say this, since I’m not a racer, but I would suggest that amateur racers be more like professionals. Stop blocking. Be sporting.

Bleg

I have a three-bedroom, two-bath house. I sleep in the large bedroom and use the other two bedrooms as a library and a study. The study, which is 10.5 by 13.3 feet (not counting the walk-in closet), gets uncomfortably warm in the summer. Two hundred-watt bulbs near the ceiling—plus a running computer, my own body heat, and the body heat of up to two reclining dogs—heats the room up fast. It would be foolish to lower the thermostat just to cool this one room, where I spend most of my time. The rest of the house feels fine. Is there such a thing as an air cooler for a room? Don't suggest a fan. I've tried it. It blows my papers around. I have a window in my study, but I don't want to use it for an air conditioner if I can avoid it. Surely there's something out there for me. Does anyone know?

Addendum: Three people sent me useful information about portable air conditioners within minutes of my posting this item. Thank you! I honestly didn't know that they make nonwindow units. I figured I was out of luck. One reader sent a link to Home Depot, which has several models. There's a Home Depot store near my home, so I'll probably go there and avoid paying a shipping expense. Cooler days are just around the corner!

Ambrose Bierce

Predestination, n. The doctrine that all things occur according to programme. This doctrine should not be confused with that of foreordination, which means that all things are programmed, but does not affirm their occurrence, that being only an implication from other doctrines by which this is entailed. The difference is great enough to have deluged Christendom with ink, to say nothing of the gore. With the distinction of the two doctrines kept well in mind, and a reverent belief in both, one may hope to escape perdition if spared.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Bush-Hatin' Paul

Should the United States withdraw its military personnel from Iraq? Reasonable people can and do differ in their answers to this question. Nor is there a necessary connection between one's view of the morality of going to war and one's view of whether the United States should withdraw. I supported the war. It was the right thing to do, all things considered. But I've long advocated that we should withdraw from Iraq and let the Iraqi people govern themselves (if they can). Someone else may have opposed the war but now believe that the United States should stay and "finish the job."

Paul Krugman* never addressed the merits of the war. To him, it was wrong simply because President Bush—a man he loathes—waged it. His focus was (and remains) President Bush's motivation rather than the justification for the war. (The war could have been justified even if badly motivated and could have been unjustified even if well motivated. See here.) And now that the question has shifted to withdrawal, Krugman still evades the merits. All he wants to do is bash the president. See here. Krugman implies that the two issues are linked: that if one opposed the war, one must support immediate withdrawal of troops; and that if one supported the war, one must oppose withdrawal. He's right that we should be having a national conversation about what to do; but he's wrong in thinking that this is connected to whether the war was just. The issues are separable. He's also wrong, and laughably so, that the administration is preventing debate. How could the administration prevent debate? Is poor Paul intimidated? What does he fear? A tax audit?

I still find it amazing that liberals such as Krugman oppose humanitarian intervention. Liberals used to believe in human rights. The United Nations wasn't preventing Saddam Hussein from violating the rights of his people. He had nothing to fear from the United Nations, which we now know was in his pocket. The United States was in a position to enforce United Nations resolutions and did. It used to be conservatives who opposed humanitarian intervention. Now, ironically, many of them support it. It's a topsy-turvy world.

* "Op-Ed columnist Paul Krugman has the disturbing habit of shaping, slicing and selectively citing numbers in a fashion that pleases his acolytes but leaves him open to substantive assaults" (Daniel Okrent, "13 Things I Meant to Write About but Never Did," The New York Times, 22 May 2005).

Addendum: I keep hearing it said, by Krugman and others, that President Bush "wanted" to go to war from the moment he was elected, or after the attacks of 9-11. What ice does this cut? Wouldn't it be odd if he had no position on whether Saddam Hussein should be removed from power? Hussein had been brutalizing his people for decades and posed a threat to his neighbors—if not the United States. Let's not forget that the man invaded Kuwait and tried to kill one of our presidents! Nor is wanting to remove Hussein from power incompatible with believing that war is a last resort. President Bush might have believed that Hussein could be removed with United Nations cooperation. That war was justified didn't mean it was inevitable.

Addendum 2: It is scandalous to suggest, as Krugman does, that President Bush waged war in order to burnish his image or satisfy his blood lust. This is to ascribe the very worst motivation to the president. Can anyone seriously doubt that Krugman hates President Bush, or that this distorts his thinking? The man is hateful, paranoid, and delusional. He needs professional help.

Addendum 3: Don Luskin has gathered some of the commentary on Krugman's column. See here. I understand that there are people who idolize Paul Krugman. Unbelievable. Perhaps he is writing for them, for his manipulative rhetoric has no chance of persuading anyone who doesn't hate President Bush.

Thursday, 23 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-23-85 Sunday. Whether I rise at seven or nine o’clock, the outside temperature seems to be eighty-six or eighty-seven degrees [Fahrenheit]. After that, it rises slowly until it reaches into the hundreds. Today, the official high temperature was 104 degrees, but my thermometer showed a high of only ninety-seven. No matter. Everything over ninety-five degrees feels the same to me anyway. I left my apartment at 12:24 P.M. to ride to Colossal Cave, and I had a good time “on the road.”

For some reason, I felt stronger today than usual, so I decided early on in my ride to lengthen it. Instead of simply riding to Colossal Cave and back, I would stop at Saguaro National Monument [East] on the way back and circle the loop once or twice. (I ended up circling it twice.) Even now, I don’t know the cause of my excess strength. For one thing, although it was hot outside, the sun was hidden behind clouds for most of the day. The sun has a tendency to drain one’s energy. Another possible explanation is that I didn’t play basketball this week. For the past two weeks I’ve played basketball for several hours two or three days before I rode my bike. That had to take a toll on my body. I prefer, however, to attribute today’s strength to increased fitness. I’ve now ridden my bike on five consecutive weekends, and my legs rarely feel tired any more. I know the terrain well and can adjust my speed accordingly. For the first time ever, in fact, I rode to the top of the hill on which the cave sits. Usually, I have to walk my bike up the hill.

All told, I rode fifty-five miles today—and I did it in record time. My previous best gross average speed was 10.21 [miles per hour], on a day in which I rode to Mission San Xavier. My previous best gross average speed on a trip to Colossal Cave was 9.48. Today, I averaged a phenomenal 10.74 miles per hour. A week ago, when I just missed setting a record, I vowed to break the record the very next week, and I did. There’s no stopping this kid when he sets his mind to something. As for other statistics, I’ve now ridden a total of 367.8 miles in 1985. With twenty-seven weekends remaining in the year, I need to average 32.1 miles per weekend in order to break my all-time mileage record. I’m determined to do it. The other records (889.7 miles in 1984 and 480.3 miles in 1983) will fall in short order. As for today’s performance, it is the most miles that I’ve ridden in one day since 2 August 1984, when I “backtracked” from Jacob Lake to Flagstaff. It is also the twenty-fifth best riding day that I’ve ever had. I’ve ridden a total of 855 miles in the past year.

While riding today, I got a tremendous “rush” from my music. During one of the more difficult stretches of road, for example, I listened to several songs by Ozzy Osbourne, and it seemed to make me stronger. Now, I read a newspaper article several months ago in which it was stated that rock and roll music saps one’s physical strength. I found it interesting, but I’ve got to disagree with the findings. At least in my case, rock and roll music increases my strength; it always has. Or maybe I’m confusing physical strength with mental toughness. One thing is clear: Rock and roll music does wonders for my mental strength. So even if the study was correct and rock and roll music saps one’s physical strength, its negative effect is more than offset by the positive effect that it has on my psyche. When I’m listening to music, I do not concentrate on the heat, the hills, or my fatigue; instead, I’m thinking of past events, friends, and good times. Give me rock and roll any day, especially while I’m riding my bicycle. I become a veritable “riding machine” during those moments.

I was tired when I arrived home, so I did the usual: I washed my face and walked to the swimming pool area, where I spent nearly an hour wading in the pool and sitting in the jacuzzi. How can I sit in the hot jacuzzi in such heat, you ask? Easy. After swimming in the pool for a few minutes, a tub of hot water is more than appealing, and it does wonders to sooth[e] taut muscles. When I’m tired, my eyes tend to become lazy, so I just sat there, staring off into space. I gazed up at the clouds and tried to make out images of horses, dogs, and warriers [sic; should be “warriors”] as I did so. Later, I showered and drafted a letter to Mom and Jerry. The [Detroit] Tigers won again, much to my delight. Tomorrow I mail all of my letters and manuscripts and begin checking the local [news]papers for job openings.

RAAM

Bob Breedlove, one of the older participants in this year's Race Across America, was killed today in a head-on collision with a pickup truck in Colorado. It appears that Dr Breedlove (he was an orthopedic surgeon) collapsed while riding, perhaps from fatigue. See here and here. I have always said that this race is first and foremost a test of sleep deprivation. It's only secondarily an athletic competition. By the way, the blog to which I just linked belongs to Mark Metcalfe, a RAAM participant who hails from the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Mario M. Cuomo mars his well-reasoned essay on the use of embryonic stem cells by characterizing the crucial moral issue as whether "human life starts at conception."

Even the earliest embryo conceived of human parents is alive and a member of Homo sapiens, and that is enough, in the eyes of many, to make it a living human being.

The crucial moral question is not when human life begins, but when human life reaches the point at which it merits protection.

It is to that question that the significance of consciousness and viability, discussed by Mr. Cuomo, should be addressed.

Unless we separate these two questions—when does life begin, and when does it merit protection?—we are unlikely to achieve any clarity about the moral status of embryos.

Peter Singer
Princeton, N.J., June 20, 2005
The writer is a professor of bioethics at Princeton University.

To the Editor:

Mario M. Cuomo's justification for embryonic stem cell research diminishes the status of the unborn human embryo and suggests that only religious belief can determine the beginnings of human life. He is wrong.

A human embryo is an individual member of the human natural kind in the initial stages of development. He or she is genetically human. He or she is physiologically alive, possessing an internal code predestined to grow into an adult. Each of us has our origins in such an embryo. That is a fact of biology, not faith.

As governor, Mr. Cuomo was to be applauded for his insistence that every member of the human family is deserving of basic rights and for his consistent defense of those convicted of heinous crimes, a position grounded in moral convictions and undercut by lack of public consensus.

Unfortunately, he continues to exclude the tiniest human beings from membership in the human family, and now promotes their depersonalization, exploitation and destruction for research purposes.

Kathleen M. Gallagher
Director of Pro-Life Activities
N.Y. State Catholic Conference
Albany, June 20, 2005

Ambrose Bierce

Eat, v.i. To perform successively (and successfully) the functions of mastication, humectation, and deglutition.

"I was in the drawing-room, enjoying my dinner," said Brillat-Savarin, beginning an anecdote. "What!" interrupted Rochebriant; "eating dinner in a drawing-room?" "I must beg you to observe, monsieur," explained the great gastronome, "that I did not say I was eating my dinner, but enjoying it. I had dined an hour before."

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Marilyn

Somebody explain Marilyn Monroe to me.

Peggy on Ed on Hillary

See here. Who reads trashy political books, anyway? I have no more time for that than I do novels.

From Today's Dallas Morning News

Rules of the road

I feel compelled to correct some misunderstandings about bicycles and public roads that recently appeared in letters to The Dallas Morning News:

• In Texas (and all states), a bicycle is considered a legal vehicle. The Texas Transportation Code, Section 551.101, states, "Every person riding a bicycle shall be granted all rights and be subject to all duties applicable to the driver of a vehicle."

• According to the Federal Highway Administration, 92 percent of the funds for local roads—the ones most often used by cyclists—come from property, income and sales taxes. Bicyclists pay these taxes just like everyone else does.

Cyclists should obey all traffic laws, and the sad fact is that too many don't. This sad fact also applies to motorists. A well-meaning person once commented to me that there should be zero tolerance for bicyclists breaking traffic laws. I told her that I could certainly agree with that, as long as we made zero tolerance apply to cars as well. The thought of getting a speeding ticket for going 32 mph in a 30 mph zone didn't seem appealing to her.

The bottom line is that cyclists and motorists alike must respect the law and each other.

P. Michael Summer, Dallas

Note from AnalPhilosopher: Here (MS Word) is the pertinent provision of the Texas Transportation Code. Red font is mine.

Wednesday, 22 June 2005

RAAM

See here for an animation.

Twenty Years Ago

6-22-85 . . . Tonight, while [I was] sitting at the computer terminal, there was a knock at my door. I answered it and found my neighbor, Susan, standing there with a book in her hand. It was a book about evolution and creationism, and Susan wanted me to take a look at it and “see what [I] think.” I thanked her and then spent an hour talking about her religious beliefs (Susan’s a Jehovah’s Witness) and allied subjects. I like Susan, personally, but she strikes me as a religious fanatic. She attends prayer meetings six days a week and has totally immersed herself in the ritual of the creed. As we talked, Steve, our downstairs neighbor, came up and joined our conversation. “I would invite you in,” I said, “but I don’t have any furniture except two chairs.” “You too?” Steve asked, jokingly. I enjoyed the discussion. I’ve known Catholics, Baptists, and Lutherans in my day, but never a Jehovah’s Witness. As promised, I’ll report to Susan as soon as I’ve had a chance to look at her book.

One of the more humorous aspects of the Lewis and Clark expedition was the interaction between the white men [including York] and the Indian women. Lewis and Clark always described each tribe’s women in great detail, from their clothing to their work habits to their physical appearance, and one gets the feeling that they were attracted to certain tribes more than others. Although very little is written about sexual relationships between the white men and the Indian women, much is implied, and the fact that some of the men came down with venereal diseases indicates that sexual relationships were common. At one point, the Sioux persisted in presenting Indian women to the men, as gifts, and Clark seemed a bit frustrated by it all. He wrote, on 12 October 1804: “[A] curious custom with the Souix as well as the rickeres is to give handsom squars to those whome they wish to Show some acknowledgements to. The Seauex we got clare of without taking their squars, they followed us with Squars two days.” Isn’t this great? I just love reading Clark’s prose.

An Analogy

If you’re a sports fan, you know that the athletic teams at The University of Texas at Austin are known as the Longhorns. (The teams at my school, The University of Texas at Arlington, are known as the Mavericks. Our student newspaper is The Shorthorn.) Longhorns have a distinctive hand sign. Grasp your two middle fingers with your thumb. Hold up your hand. Longhorns, right? You see this sign everywhere at Longhorns games. I’ve even seen President Bush give the sign, which is known as “Hook ’em Horns.”

This evening, Texas, a large state university, played Baylor, a much smaller private university, in the College World Series. During the game, the camera panned the stands. I saw Baylor fans giving the Hook ’em Horns sign downward. Apparently, this is a way of expressing opposition to the Longhorns. Think about it. The Baylor fans could have come up with a hand sign of their own. (Perhaps they have one, but I didn’t see it.) Instead, they mock the Texas sign. The very act of mocking Texas acknowledges Texas’s superiority. How humiliating!

It occurred to me—I’m a philosopher, okay?—that this is precisely what liberals are doing. President Bush is taking the initiative in many areas, from war in Iraq to homeland security to Social Security reform to education reform. Instead of developing and defending their own views, liberals (leftists) attack President Bush, either personally or politically. They’re in opposition mode. They have no agenda of their own. All they want to do is demean, attack, ridicule, and obstruct. Get your own sign, liberals. Stop reacting and start acting. Be positive instead of negative. Stand for something instead of against President Bush. The American people don’t like losers, whiners, and obstructionists; they want someone, such as President Bush, who stands for something, who has an agenda, and who is respectful of those who disagree.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Who We Are" (editorial, June 18):

We should have closed Guantánamo and the other prisons where torture has occurred long ago, if only in self-interest.

As you correctly point out, abusive treatment of prisoners jeopardizes members of our own military, if captured.

But another selfish consideration should be what the torturing does to the torturers.

What becomes of our young people in the military who are asked or commanded to do the unspeakable to another human being?

Torturers seek to dehumanize the prisoner, but in fact, it is they who lose their humanity.

Is this "who we are"?

Bev Smith
Wheeling, W.Va., June 18, 2005

Ambrose Bierce

Consolation, n. The knowledge that a better man is more unfortunate than yourself.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Get Out!

As you read this, you’re sitting in front of your computer. I assume you spend lots of time in that position. What are you doing for exercise? Remember: It’s unnatural, unhealthy, and unwise to be sedentary. That it’s easy to be a couch potato doesn’t make it right, reasonable, rational, respectable, or responsible. If you don’t take charge of your health, who will? Some people think lifting weights or stretching is enough. It’s not. You need to work your heart and lungs. Your heart is a muscle. It needs to be exercised on a daily basis. Your lungs process oxygen. They need to be expanded and contracted vigorously for a sustained period of time. Often. Exercise means aerobic work. It means huffing and puffing, sweating, and straining—to the point where you’re miserable. It may sound stressful, but actually it’s the best way to relieve stress. As I always say, I hate running, but I love having run.

I know I’m browbeating you, but in my experience, people need to be browbeaten. Even I, a most disciplined person, need motivation. Over the years, I have figured out ways to stay motivated to exercise. The best way is to recruit friends. If you know that your friend is waiting for you to run, ride, play basketball, play tennis, hike, or swim, you’ll be there, since you don’t want to let your friend down. Friends encourage, challenge, and inspire one another. You might also use exercise as a reward. I’ve always been athletic, despite having asthma as a child, but I wasn’t an athlete until 20 years ago, when I became self-conscious about my health. I was busy with my graduate studies, my teaching, and my law practice. These activities kept me sitting at my desk and computer for long stretches of time every day. Going out to ride or hike became a reward for hard work. I found that the intellectual and athletic lives complemented one another and made me feel whole. One developed my mind; the other developed my body and spirit. I’ve lived an athletic life for 20 years. I will never let up. Peter Benchley said that if a shark stops moving, it dies. Same with me.

Need some inspiration? Start a regimen and keep a log (either narrative, statistical, or both). Start slowly, paying attention to your body. Your body talks to you. You must learn how to listen to and understand it. Don’t try to do too much too fast. When I took up marathon running in 1996, for example, I wore a heart-rate monitor to keep my heart rate under 150. My goal wasn’t speed; it was endurance. First I ran three miles. Then I ran 4.3. (I started laying out courses with my bike.) Then I ran five. Then I ran 6.6. From there I kept extending the distance. Before long, I could run ten miles without stopping—and felt good afterward. By early December, I had done several training runs of over 20 miles and was ready for the marathon. It had taken three long months to prepare my body (and mind) for the rigors of a marathon, but I did it. Afterward, I was so pleased that I didn’t want to revert to my old self, so I kept on running. I’ve now run 11 marathons. I won a medal in the 1998 Dallas White Rock Marathon. My mantelpiece is covered with trophies. My closet door is thick with medals. Is it because I’m a natural runner? Not at all! I’m a dork! It’s because I’m disciplined and hard-working.

My resting heart rate this morning was 44. The lowest I’ve ever seen it, in the 20 years I’ve been recording my rate, is 42. The average adult’s resting heart rate is 72. What does it mean? It means that my heart (muscle) is well-developed, and that it doesn’t have to work very hard to do its job, which is getting oxygenated blood to my cells. Start recording your resting heart rate. It’s the best measure of your cardiovascular fitness. You’ll be amazed at how it falls as you continue with your exercise regimen. Always take your heart rate the same way. I take mine every other Wednesday. I get coffee perking, but don’t drink any until I’ve recorded my heart rate. I sit quietly at my desk for about ten minutes, reading the newspaper. Then I put my digital watch in front of me on the desk. I put my left thumb on my right wrist until I get a strong pulse. As soon as my pulse is synchronized with a second on my digital watch, I remember the second, close my eyes, and count. Don’t count the same second twice! If you take your heart rate the same way every time, it will show your progress— and believe me, there will be progress.

As for what kinds of exercises to do, that’s up to you. There’s no reason you can’t do several. Think of it as cross-training. I’m primarily a bicyclist. Every Saturday, from March to November, I do a bike rally. These aren’t races, but they’re intense and difficult (sometimes grueling). I view them as challenges. During the week, I run at least twice. The distance depends on the weather. Right now, in the heat of summer, I run only two to 4.3 miles at a time. Things pick up on Labor Day, which I view as the start of marathon training. (White Rock is always in early to mid-December.) I’ve also been playing slow-pitch softball. While this isn’t an aerobic activity, it makes me use otherwise unused muscles, burn off calories, and perspire. Sweating may be disgusting, but it helps clean out the body. I’m always sore on the day after a softball game, which indicates that it benefited me. In addition to these vigorous activities, I take two long walks with Sophie and Shelbie every day, one early and one late. I must have walked 10,000 miles with the girls in the past decade. (Before Shelbie, there was Ginger.) So even on days when I don’t run, ride, or play softball, I get out. Get out! You owe it to yourself. You also owe it to any children and grandchildren you may have.

Nutrients

I'm full of love this afternoon, so let me pass on something good, even to those of you who hate me. See here for a list of nutrients and here for a list of foods. I use these pages often, since I care about my health. For example, I received my shipment of Golden Pickle Juice a few minutes ago. Each 16-ounce bottle contains 80% of the recommended daily allowance of zinc. What's zinc good for? Check out the nutrient list.

Military Recruiting

My long-distance telephone company, Working Assets, is a left-wing organization. Each bill contains "Citizen Actions" that are designed to encourage customers to work for leftist causes. Here is one of the blurbs from the latest bill:

Keep Student Data Safe from Army Recruiters

Our volunteer military has a problem: not enough volunteers. So the White House has hit on a new recruiting strategy: bullying. Hidden in the No Child Left Behind Act is a clause stating that schools must hand over student contact information to the Pentagon or face losing their federal aid. Parents who don't want their kids pursued by recruiters can submit an opt-out form, but most parents don't even know the form exists, since it's buried in a pile of other back-to-school materials. The Student Privacy Protection Act would require recruiters to get parents' explicit consent before they can call or visit their children.

Urge Rep. Michael C. Burgess at 202/225-7772 to support the Student Privacy Act and keep impressionable young people a safe distance from military recruiters. Or check the box below to send a CitizenLetter.

Who wants to take it apart?

Tuesday, 21 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-21-85 Friday. It has been exactly five years since I applied for admission to the M.A./J.D. program at Wayne State University. I think that the program first caught my eye when I picked up a brochure near the law school dean’s office. At the time, I was incredibly bored with the law, especially the confining nature of legal analysis. So when I saw an opportunity to broaden my horizons, as well as set myself apart from the other law students, I jumped at it. But don’t get me wrong: I had had a love affair with history since I was a little boy—since Mom and Dad took me out West in 1964, to be exact. I recall visiting Custer’s Battlefield in Montana, Mount Rushmore in the South Dakota Black Hills, and Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, for example. All the while, I was thinking like an explorer or Indian scout. And when I got back to Michigan, I absorbed biographies of Western heroes and details of Indian battles. So it was quite natural, years later, that I should pursue my historical interest at the graduate level. I do not regret for a moment having earned an M.A. in history [even though it extended law school from three to four years]. As I am wont to tell my friends, “It kept me sane while in law school.”

A year ago I made some remarks concerning the relative reliability of reason and faith. Given a goal of knowledge acquisition, I said (or implied), it is “rational” to be rational—that is, the road of reason is more likely to lead to knowledge than is the road of faith. Unbeknownst to me at the time, this is a rough version of Alvin Goldman’s “reliabilistic” theory of knowledge. According to Goldman (twice my instructor here at the University of Arizona), some methods of belief-formation are more reliable than others. Knowledge consists in having all and only beliefs that are the product of reliable belief-formation processes. For instance, forming beliefs based upon astrology (“horoscopes”) is patently unreliable, so one cannot acquire knowledge from it. But perception is comparatively reliable, so one can acquire knowledge through the use of the perceptive faculties. “Seeing,” they say, “is believing.” Goldman would agree, except that he would go further and say that “Seeing is knowing.” Although I am no expert on reliabilism (it wasn’t one of the subjects that we studied in Goldman’s Theory of Knowledge course), I believe that I understand it well enough to expound on it in these pages.

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William Clark took his black slave, York, on his 1804 expedition with him, and at one point he (Clark) remarked at how amazed the Indians were to see a black man. Here’s what Clark wrote, on 9 October 1804: “[M]any [Indians] Came to view us all day, much astonished at my black Servent [sic], who did not lose the opportunity of displaying his powers Strength &c. &c. this nation never Saw a black man before.” My reaction upon reading this was twofold. First, I laughed at York’s showmanship. Here he was, servant to a white man, in the middle of foreign terrain, and he hams it up in front of an obviously delighted audience. How good he must have felt to be the center of attention for a change! My second reaction was more serene. I thought of the Indians and how they must have felt about seeing such a strange-looking person. To the Indians, whites were strange enough; but here was a person, like them in most respects, but with dark skin! It is as if a fourteen-foot tall person were to enter my apartment right now. I would be utterly taken aback. I suppose that we become accustomed to certain things, and are invariably shocked when they do not obtain.

Name That Insect

Every summer, I see insect exoskeletons on my house, trees, and other objects. They look like this:

Strange-looking, eh? Tonight, when I took the girls out to pee, I found out where these exoskeletons come from:

The scene startled me. But then I realized that the insects weren't going to harm me. In fact, they weren't moving. I took many pictures, but only a few came out. Here is one of the better ones:

Anybody know the species?

Anderson on Krugman

Here is Professor William Anderson's essay about Paul Krugman, known herein as Bush-Hatin' Paul.

Thomas Aquinas Is Rolling Over in His Grave

Today I happened upon the website of Catholics Against Capital Punishment. The following slogan, attributed to the U.S. Catholic Bishops, appears at the top of the site: "We cannot teach that killing is wrong by killing." But who teaches that killing is wrong? Catholics maintain that killing of the innocent is wrong. And capital punishment is not killing of the innocent; it is, by definition, killing of the guilty. So the slogan should read, "We cannot teach that killing of the innocent is wrong by killing the guilty," to which I reply, why not? It seems like a perfectly sensible lesson, one endorsed by the fathers of the Church. Let me repeat: Because (and only because) we value innocent human life, we destroy murderers.

Bibliophilia

Peg Kaplan weighs in on her favorite books.

Internet Resources for Philosophers

This week's link is to Islamic Philosophy Online.

Guantánamo

From a purely political standpoint, Guantánamo has been a disaster for President Bush. See here. It gives his critics (and yes, his enemies) ammunition to use against him. I'm sure some meaningful and useful intelligence has come from the interrogations, but has there been enough to justify the negative reactions throughout the world, which undermine the administration's objectives in Iraq and put Americans at risk?

The Devil's Dictionary, 21st-Century Edition

Race, n. A presupposition of racism, now scientifically discredited. Despite its nonexistence, race provides the basis for preferential treatment in employment and education.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Prosecutorial Racial Bias in Texas" (editorial, June 14):

When the Supreme Court threw out Thomas Miller-El's death sentence (on the grounds that blacks were systematically excluded from serving as jurors in his case), the court paved the way for it, or a future court, to examine a more substantive question: whether any death penalty trial can ever be a fair one.

No defendant in a capital case in the United States—black, white or other—is afforded a fair trial under our current system. Each is tried by a jury from which the state has excluded anyone who says he or she opposes the idea of a fellow human's being put to death.

When do you suppose the court will acknowledge that barring potential jurors on such grounds is no different from excluding them on the basis of race, religion or gender?

Frank McNeirney
National Coordinator, Catholics Against Capital Punishment
Bethesda, Md., June 14, 2005

Inequality

Here is a terrific essay (by Donald L. Luskin) on income inequality.

The Estate Tax

The editors of The New York Times have never met a tax they didn't like—and want to raise. See here for the Times's opposition to repeal or reform of the estate tax. To the Times, taxation of the rich isn't a necessary evil; it's a positive good. Why do I say this? Because you never see any expression of regret that people have to be taxed. By the way, notice the claim that repeal or reform of the estate tax would "cost" the federal government money. This implies that the money belongs to the government. It doesn't, of course. The government has taken it from people against their will. I have an idea. Those who favor an estate tax should bequeath their wealth (or some proportion of it) to the government. Those who oppose an estate tax should do as they please with their wealth.

Solstice

I'd like to wish everyone a happy solstice—summer in the Northern Hemisphere and winter in the Southern Hemisphere. I read in The Dallas Morning News this morning that it's going to be hot in these parts (North Texas) this summer. We haven't hit 100 degrees yet, but we've come close several times.

Addendum: There's a full moon tonight. I wonder how often there's a full moon on the solstice. It must be pretty rare.

Addendum 2: Hmm. If there's a full moon every 29.5 days, then the chance of a given summer solstice falling on the same day as a full moon is one in 29.5. Thus, we're likely to see the two events coincide every 29.5 years. We're likely to see one of the solstices (summer or winter) coincide with a full moon every 14.75 years. I'm 48, so the odds are that this is the second time I've experienced a summer solstice and a full moon on the same day. Somebody correct me if I've made a reasoning error or a factual mistake. I'm going running.

Ambrose Bierce

Zany, n. A popular character in old Italian plays, who imitated with ludicrous incompetence the buffone, or clown, and was therefore the ape of an ape; for the clown himself imitated the serious characters of the play. The zany was progenitor to the specialist in humor, as we to-day have the unhappiness to know him. In the zany we see an example of creation; in the humorist, of transmission. Another excellent specimen of the modern zany is the curate, who apes the rector, who apes the bishop, who apes the archbishop, who apes the devil.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

The Greatest Philosopher

Guess who's leading the pack in the race for greatest philosopher? See here for the revolting news.

Addendum: Dr Bill Vallicella has ranked the BBC's 20 finalists. See here.

RAAM

Here are some images of this year's Race Across America, which is ongoing.

Monday, 20 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-20-85 I know that this will sound strange, but I’ve believed it for a long time: A person is not equipped to enter the workforce until he or she has had much more than a mere high-school education. In my own case, I’m not even sure that I’m adequately equipped to enter the workforce, and I’ve been a full-time college student for ten years! Here’s what I mean. The modern world is so complex, and changing so fast, that if a person has not studied history, economics, and political science, at a minimum, he or she cannot possibly understand what “makes the world work.” As it is, seventeen and eighteen year old people are going out into the world and making decisions which affect many others in society. But how can they do that, if they don’t understand the basic workings of society? How can people vote on, say, a bond measure when they don’t understand the workings of the bond markets, principles of supply and demand, and the idea of republican government? I am sometimes amazed at how little we as a society require of our citizens in the way of knowledge. But I’m sounding a bit elitist, I know. Let me just say this: I am only now feeling comfortable in my own role as citizen. I have studied enough and varied disciplines to understand what makes (most) people tick, how governmental agencies are run, how the economy is organized, and why people behave the way that they do. I’m just about ready to “go out into the world” and be a “normal” citizen. [I was 28.]

Gary, my “little” brother, is nineteen years old today. In growing up, I sometimes wondered what it would be like to have an “older” brother. Glenn and I were so close in age (two years, three months apart) that he never seemed like a “big brother” to me. We were more like best friends, building treehouses together, playing sports together, and even sharing clothes and a bedroom. But for Gary, there were always “big brothers” around the house, ranging from eleven years older than he to nine years older than he to five years older than he. It must have been quite an experience, to have so many role models and authority figures around. But Gary came out of it in good shape. As I’ve said on other occasions, he is remarkably level-headed for a teenager. His interests, so far as I know, are four-wheel-drive trucks, women, computers, music, and television. I hope that some day, when Gary and I have mates and children, we live close enough to each other to visit and share experiences. He’s always been special to me.

. . .

I have finally finished reading Richard Posner’s book The Economics of Justice. Posner, now a federal appellate judge (and mentioned as a candidate for the United States Supreme Court, if Ronald Reagan gets an appointment), is (or was) a bright law professor who has made a profession of applying economic concepts to legal principles. [Posner is still a federal appellate judge.] He thinks that economics can explain much of the common law, and he sometimes goes beyond this positive analysis to argue that the common law should advance economic objectives (in particular, the maximization of wealth). I bought Posner’s book some twenty-one months ago and spent several hours reading it during the summer of 1984. Recently, I picked it up and decided to complete it, and I’m glad that I did. While I disagree with Posner that the law should advance economic objectives (those objectives ought to be thrown into the “blender” along with many others), I find his positive analysis of primitive law and social institutions plausible and interesting. To illustrate Posner’s methodology, I’ll say a few words about his analysis of privacy.

According to Posner, there are many conceptions of privacy, but he is most concerned with privacy as secrecy—as the concealment of information about oneself. Now, most of us, I suspect, think that there is a realm of information that ought not to be made public. But Posner doesn’t view things this way. Information is valuable in the marketplace, he says, so prospective transactors should be able to learn as much about others as they want, and the law should not protect those who wish to conceal information about themselves. Broadly speaking, what Posner advocates is this: People should bear the full costs of whatever activities they engage in. If a person engages in criminal activity and acquires a criminal record, he or she should not be able to hide that fact—or rather, the law should not assist the person in hiding that fact. “We are what we have done” is Posner’s credo, and in the marketplace everything is prima facie relevant. Rational people want to know about the past behavior of those with whom they transact, so the law should not interfere with this economic function.

The problem with Posner’s analysis is that it is utterly devoid of reference to morality. First of all, he assumes that people will use information about one’s past rationally; but this goes against experience. We all know of cases in which an ancient criminal record has come back to haunt a genuinely reformed person. People are not always rational, as Posner supposes, and the law should assist people in avoiding the effects of irrationality on their lives and livelihoods. But more importantly, is it right for the law to take a hands-off approach to personal information? This is a moral question, and Posner just doesn’t address it. I would argue, for instance, that there is a realm of information about each person that ought not to be revealed without the consent of that person; and if this is the case, then perhaps the law ought to protect that realm of secrecy. Thus, while Posner’s analysis may explain the law of privacy, it goes nowhere in the normative arena. Economic analysis alone cannot tell us what we (as a society) ought to do.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

John C. Danforth, like many others of late, tries to make the case that the views of self-described "moderate" Christians deserve a place in the arena of ideas. Everyone's ideas deserve a place, but certainly not on the basis he claims.

In modern nomenclature, the term "moderate," when combined with Christian, simply means someone who rejects the trustworthiness of Scripture, and substitutes liberal social activism for the last 2,000 years of Christian faith and teaching.

Liberal social activism is a fine thing, but will never pass for Christianity. Christianity is premised upon Christ, his giving of himself to save us from our own sins of selfishness, and derives from trust in Scripture, not in modern liberalism.

Dave Sloan
Atlanta, June 17, 2005

Gary

My little brother Gary is 39 today. Happy birthday, Gary! Remember: Once you hit 40, it's all over; so enjoy the next 12 months. Here is Gary on the lakefront property he just bought (in Michigan):

I told him that if he can afford property like that, his boss is paying him too much money. By the way, Gary is a big-game hunter. He has traveled as far as Africa to stalk and kill animals whose only crime was existing.

The Truth About Hillary

My dear friend Peg Kaplan sent a link to this interview with Edward Klein, whose book on Hillary Clinton is about to be published.

Ambrose Bierce

Resplendent, adj. Like a simple American citizen beduking himself in his lodge, or affirming his consequence in the Scheme of Things as an elemental unit of a parade.

The Knights of Dominion were so resplendent in their velvet-and-gold that their masters would hardly have known them.—"Chronicles of the Classes."

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

The Greatest Philosophers

As you know, the BBC is taking a poll to determine which philosopher is greatest. There are 20 finalists. I thought I'd rank them. I won't bother stating my rationale, for it would take too long. Here goes:

1. David Hume (1711-1776)
2. Aristotle (384-322 BC)
3. Immanuel Kant (1724-1804)
4. Plato (c. 429-347 BC)
5. Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951)
6. René Descartes (1596-1650)
7. Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
8. John Stuart Mill (1806-1873)
9. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
10. Benedictus de Spinoza (1632-1677)
11. Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)
12. Bertrand Arthur William Russell (1872-1970)
13. Socrates (c. 470-399 BC)
14. Martin Heidegger (1889-1976)
15. Thomas Aquinas (c. 1225-1274)
16. Karl Raimund Popper (1902-1994)
17. Epicurus (341-270 BC)
18. Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980)
19. Karl Marx (1818-1883)
20. Søren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

Remember: This is a list I was provided with. If I were to simply list the 20 greatest philosophers, the list would be different.

Sunday, 19 June 2005

RAAM

Here are the nuts—er, athletes—who are participating in this year's Race Across America. Part of me thinks these people are crazy. Another part admires them. I hope all of them have a safe journey. Pleasant is out of the question.

Tour de Suisse

Bicycling isn't for wimps. See here. Congratulations to Spaniard Aitor Gonzalez, who won both today's final stage of and the overall title in the Tour of Switzerland. He attacked Australian Michael Rogers on the final climb (there were three of them) and held on for victory with enough time to spare to dislodge the Aussie. Rogers was so distraught that he rode away from photographers and reporters in the finish area. He had reason to be distraught, for he lost a major stage race on the final climb of the final stage.

Atheocracy Blog

Dr Francis (Frank) Beckwith of Baylor University has a new blog. Here is the blurb:

Welcome to the blog of the Atheocracy Report (atheocracy.com), a site dedicated to supporting the political liberty of religious citizens to participate in America's liberal democracy. The purpose of this blog is to advance this cause by pointing readers in the direction of important resources and commentaries

Good luck with it, Frank!

The Greatest Philosopher

See here for Dr Bill Vallicella's post about the greatest philosopher. Bill chose someone from the ancient world. Our TCP colleague Dr Ed Feser chose someone from the middle ages. I chose someone from the modern period. There you have it: Bill is ancient; Ed is middle-aged; I'm modern.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

"The Center Can Hold" (editorial, June 12) disparages Republican senators for rubber-stamping President Bush's judicial nominees. But the constitutional role of the Senate is simply to provide advice and consent on nominees without regard to any particular numerical outcome.

Moreover, no one should be surprised if senators tend to agree with a president of the same party.

Has The Times held up to ridicule Senator Charles E. Schumer, who has yet to vote against a single Democratic president's judicial nominee; or Senators Patty Murray, Dick Durbin, Byron L. Dorgan or Christopher J. Dodd? All served during the Clinton administration yet failed to vote against a single Clinton judicial nominee.

What about Senators Joseph R. Biden Jr. and Patrick J. Leahy? They served under Presidents Carter and Clinton yet failed to vote against a Carter or Clinton judicial nominee.

Have you accused Senator Ted Kennedy of rubber-stamping nominees? He served under Presidents John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton and never voted against any of their judicial nominees.

Senate practice and even the Constitution contemplate deference to the president and a presumption in favor of confirmation. Further, a number of Republican senators, including me, opposed President Bush's nomination of Dora Irizarry of New York to serve on the federal bench.

John Cornyn
U.S. Senator from Texas
Washington, June 14, 2005

Father's Day

I'd like to wish all the dads out there, including my stepfather Jerry, a happy Father's Day. If my mother ever gets off the damn computer, I'll be able to wish Jerry a happy Father's Day in person.

Safire on Language

Here.

Ambrose Bierce

Administration, n. An ingenious abstraction in politics, designed to receive the kicks and cuffs due to the premier or president. A man of straw, proof against bad-egging and dead-catting.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Saturday, 18 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-18-85 . . . President [Ronald] Reagan held a televised press conference this evening, and as usual I was propped in front of the television set to watch it. The main subject was the Shiite Moslem terrorists in Lebanon, who are currently holding several Americans as hostage to obtain the release of their comrades from Israeli prisons. Reagan, ever one to put up a front of “toughness,” said that to ask the Israelis for release of the prisoners would be to “give in” to the terrorists. This may be true, and it may be the best policy for the United States to pursue, all things considered, but it is inconsistent with Reagan’s claim that releasing the hostages is the “most important” thing. If releasing the hostages is the most important thing, then he should simply ask the Israelis to release the prisoners, for that promises to achieve the goal; but if not, then he should retract his statement. I love watching politicians tie themselves in knots.

Liberal Inconsistency

I don't want to be too quick to accuse anyone of inconsistency, but I wonder how many of those who oppose military recruiting on high-school and college campuses on the ground that those being recruited are "impressionable" and need parental "presence and guidance" support the right of minors to have abortions without parental notification or consent. Both decisions—joining the military and having an abortion—are important, as decisions go. Either parents should be involved in both or parents need not be involved in either.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

The invasion of military recruiters into school offices, hallways, cafeterias and football fields seems wrong, especially in light of the slick promotions, unlikely promises and questionable suggestions recruiters make to impressionable youth who are cornered without benefit of parental presence and guidance.

Should we demand that our schools post signs stating "Recruitment-Free Zone"?

Patricia A. Weller
Emmitsburg, Md., June 16, 2005

To the Editor:

Bob Herbert encourages the military to be more honest in its recruitment. But why should the military's sales pitches be restricted?

Thousands of companies spend millions of dollars trying to get kids to buy their products. They send free samples, cultivate e-mail lists, show commercials, hire celebrities and, of course, use the lure of sex to attract anyone and everyone.

Who could sell a product by saying that there are risks of death? (Drug companies spew out that message as quickly as they can, hoping the TV viewer will not hear it.)

The Army is a product. Let the recruiters sell it any way they can.

Matthew Brokman
Scarsdale, N.Y., June 16, 2005

Ambrose Bierce

Dawn, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe years; the truth being that they are hearty and old, not because of their habits, but in spite of them. The reason we find only robust persons doing this thing is that it has killed all the others who have tried it.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

State Ends

I'm sorry, but this is too cool. Where would we be without the Internet? I can't imagine living without it. I don't know how I survived without it.

Friday, 17 June 2005

David Hume (1711-1776) on Egalitarianism

But historians, and even common sense, may inform us, that, however specious these ideas of perfect equality may seem, they are really, at bottom, impracticable; and were they not so, would be extremely pernicious to human society. Render possessions ever so equal, men’s different degrees of art, care, and industry will immediately break that equality. Or if you check these virtues, you reduce society to the most extreme indigence; and instead of preventing want and beggary in a few, render it unavoidable to the whole community. The most rigorous inquisition too is requisite to watch every inequality on its first appearance; and the most severe jurisdiction, to punish and redress it. But besides, that so much authority must soon degenerate into tyranny, and be exerted with great partialities; who can possibly be possessed of it, in such a situation as is here supposed? Perfect equality of possessions, destroying all subordination, weakens extremely the authority of magistracy, and must reduce all power nearly to a level, as well as property.

(David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals [La Salle, IL: Open Court Publishing Company, 1966], sec. III, pt. II, pp. 27-8 [italics in original] [first published in 1751])

Texana

Here is a site devoted to all things Texas. You've probably heard of the bumper sticker that reads, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could." Which raises the question: What does it mean to be a Texan? My sense, having lived in the state for almost 17 years, is that having been born in Texas is neither necessary nor sufficient for being a Texan. In other words, you can be a Texan even if you weren't born in Texas, and you can be born in Texas without being a Texan. I suspect that different states have different requirements for being a _____ (Texan, Michigander, Arizonan, Californian, &c). Any thoughts?

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Thomas L. Friedman says liberals "deep down don't want the Bush team to succeed." I am, admittedly, part of that faction, and I have no doubt that there are a lot more people in this country like me. But I dare say that there are more like us, even a majority, in Iraq and throughout the Middle East.

We're fighting this sentiment as much as we're fighting the insurgency itself. If America were led by a more diplomatic, reasonable, respectable and respectful administration, one that was a little less arrogant and contentious, maybe we wouldn't have to win an image war as well as the war on the ground.

Mike Polikoff
Evanston, Ill., June 15, 2005

The Greatest Philosopher

Many people think that Immanuel Kant (1724-1804) was the greatest philosopher of all time, but in fact it was the man who awakened Kant from his “dogmatic slumbers,” namely, David Hume (1711-1776).

The greatest philosopher has to be someone who understood the scope and limits of human reason. Hume is that man. Reason, he said, has two roles: ascertaining the facts and relating ideas. One important fact is how means relate to ends. Reason can tell me which means will help me achieve my ends, but it cannot supply my ends. We can call this special use of reason “instrumental reason.” Relating ideas is the conceptual and inferential use of reason. It allows us to draw valid inferences from what we believe (even if the beliefs are false) and to identify necessary truths and falsehoods. Reason can do a lot, but not nearly as much as most philosophers have thought (and continue to think).

Hume was an ethical subjectivist (specifically, a noncognitivist). Moral judgments are neither true nor false; they are expressions of emotion or sentiment. There are no objective values. We humans create and project our values onto the world, which is evaluatively neutral. Hume was also a skeptic about religion. Reason cannot tell us whether there is a supreme being or an afterlife. All the arguments in favor of the existence of such a being are bad. In the face of this, religious belief is a miracle.

Hume got all the main things right. He showed us the limits of reason (but also its power within its domain), the subjectivity of morals, and the unreasonableness of religious belief—not to mention many other important things. He is the greatest philosopher of all time.

Bush-Hatin' Paul

Paul Krugman* devotes today's column to corruption. He thinks the moral lesson to be learned is that Republicans have too much power. (Gee, perhaps if he and his fellow liberals weren't so batty and hate-filled, they'd be more competitive in the electoral arena.) The lesson, of course, is quite different. It is that big government, in which wealth is taken from some and distributed to others, encourages corruption. Just think how much corruption there would be if Krugman and his socialistic friends had power—for they want a massive increase in the size and scope of government.

* "Op-Ed columnist Paul Krugman has the disturbing habit of shaping, slicing and selectively citing numbers in a fashion that pleases his acolytes but leaves him open to substantive assaults" (Daniel Okrent, "13 Things I Meant to Write About but Never Did," The New York Times, 22 May 2005).

Ambrose Bierce

Impale, v.t. In popular usage to pierce with any weapon which remains fixed in the wound. This, however, is inaccurate; to impale is, properly, to put to death by thrusting an upright sharp stake into the body, the victim being left in a sitting posture. This was a common mode of punishment among many of the nations of antiquity, and is still in high favor in China and other parts of Asia. Down to the beginning of the fifteenth century it was widely employed in "churching" heretics and schismatics. Wolecraft calls it the "stoole of repentynge," and among the common people it was jocularly known as "riding the one-legged horse." Ludwig Salzmann informs us that in Thibet impalement is considered the most appropriate punishment for crimes against religion; and although in China it is sometimes awarded for secular offences, it is most frequently adjudged in cases of sacrilege. To the person in actual experience of impalement it must be a matter of minor importance by what kind of civil or religious dissent he was made acquainted with its discomforts; but doubtless he would feel a certain satisfaction if able to contemplate himself in the character of a weather-cock on the spire of the True Church.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Thursday, 16 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-16-85 . . . For the fourth consecutive Sunday I rode my bike at least forty miles, again to Colossal Cave. The high temperature was 109 degrees [Fahrenheit], the same as last week, but I made better time this week than last. My gross average speed a week ago was 9.09 [miles per hour], while today it was 9.44. I didn’t break either my 1985 record (10.21) or my record going to Colossal Cave and back (9.48), however, the cause of which I attribute to the heat and terrain. When I averaged 9.48 miles per hour, back in early April, the high temperature was only eighty-eight degrees. I’m determined to break the record next week, even if the temperature is 111 degrees. I’ve now ridden a total of 312.8 miles in 1985.

I mentioned the other day that my bicycle odometer read “3000.0.” That’s a lot of miles, isn’t it? I could probably have ridden across the country in that amount of space, or close to it. Looking back, I logged my first thousand miles on 19 August 1982, while riding from St. Ignace to Petoskey, Michigan, during my bike trip around the state. I logged my second thousand miles on 11 March 1984, while riding to Saguaro National Monument here in Tucson; and I logged my third thousand miles on 9 June 1985, while riding to Colossal Cave. Let me see, that means that it took 53.5 weeks to log the first thousand miles (I bought my Sears [Free Spirit] bike on 9 August 1981), 81.2 weeks to log the second thousand miles, and 65.0 weeks to log the third thousand miles. I love statistics. That’s one reason why I keep such detailed records about everything.

In several journal entries, Lewis and Clark remark on the sex roles of various Indian tribes. They note several correlations: First, the more warlike the tribe, the less powerful, socially, are the females in that tribe; second, the more numerous the females in a tribe, the less powerful they are; and third, the more important, economically, are the females of a tribe, the more powerful are they and the greater is their social status. I find these correlations interesting. Where males are often engaged in warfare, they tend to depreciate the value of noncombatants, including females, and hence treat them like “slaves” (Clark’s term). Second, the greater the supply of a given commodity, the less is its value, economically. This explains why females (a primitive “commodity”) have less social status when there are many of them in proportion to males. Finally, where females are important in the tribal economy, as by gathering food and making decisions, they tend to have a more exalted status. I find each of these correlations plausible, and they have more than passing significance today, when females are fighting for equality of treatment under the law and in society generally. Lewis and Clark were astute social observers.

The War in Iraq

For well over a year, I've been calling for the withdrawal of American troops from Iraq. See here. We have no business rebuilding that country. We dismantled a brutal regime and brought a tyrant to justice. That's enough. If the Iraqi people can't govern themselves, that's their problem. We will have given them a chance.

Tour de Suisse

American Chris Horner won today's stage of the Tour of Switzerland, catapulting him into sixth place overall. See here. Chris is one of my favorite bicyclists. He started winning races while working full time in a bike shop as a mechanic. Now he's racing in Europe with Jan Ullrich and other great champions. Congratulations, Chris! (See here for an interview from earlier this month.)

Mitt v. Hill

Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney believes that the people of Massachusetts, and not a panel of judges, should decide what "marriage" means. See here. That's one reason why he's my choice for president in 2008. Another is that he can, and will, beat Senator Hillary Clinton. By the way, the Democrat nomination for president is Hillary's for the asking. If she decides to run, it's all over for her rivals. I predict that she will have the largest Democrat war chest in history—and that she will have more money at her disposal than the Republican candidate. Democrats are desperate for power. They are seething with hatred. If you think the 2000 and 2004 elections were nasty, wait until 2008.

Addendum: McKee Stewart over at The Boring Made Dull has some thoughts about Mitt and Hill.

Another Reason Not to Be a Consequentialist

Russ Shafer-Landau is a philosopher at The University of Wisconsin-Madison. He taught at The University of Kansas for many years. Russ and I went to graduate school together at The University of Arizona in the 1980s. In January 1994, Russ published an essay entitled “Vegetarianism, Causation and Ethical Theory” in Public Affairs Quarterly. I read it in April of that year and then again today, because I’ve been grappling with the question he takes up. The question is whether buying (and consuming) meat causes harm to animals. Russ thinks it doesn’t, and since two of the three main normative ethical theories—consequentialism and deontology—require the causation of harm in order for an action to be wrong, neither of them grounds an obligation to abstain from meat.

Russ concedes that the third main normative ethical theory—virtue ethics—has the resources to ground such an obligation, but he doesn’t make the case here. As for deontology, I’m not convinced by Russ’s claim that it lacks the theoretical resources to condemn meat-eating. He himself provides a plausible deontological principle (to wit: “one must refuse (even symbolic) support of essentially cruel practices, if a comparably costly alternative that is not tied to essentially cruel practices is readily available”), but then, puzzlingly, he makes a wholesale attack on deontological principles. This (pardon the metaphor) is using a cannon to kill an ant. And he missed!—for reasons I give in my essay “Deontological Egoism.”

But Russ may be right that consequentialism lacks the resources to condemn meat-eating. (Consequentialism is the theory that the rightness or wrongness of an action is a function solely of its consequences. That an act is of a certain type, such as killing an innocent person, lying, or torturing, is morally irrelevant. Consequentialism requires that the good be maximized, and it insists that in calculating the amount of good, everyone’s interests—including those of the agent—be considered equally. Consequentialists hold that we are as responsible for what we allow as for what we bring about. Hence, each of us, at all times, is to make the world the best place it can be, remaining strictly impartial as we do so.) Here is the suspect inference:

1. Factory farming is wrong.
Therefore,
2. It is wrong to purchase and eat (factory-farmed) meat.

Russ accepts the premise for the sake of argument. What he denies is that the conclusion follows from it. Here is Russ’s criticism of this argument (he calls his criticism “the inefficacy argument”):

[O]ne cannot, in one’s purchase and eating of meat, have any direct influence on the amount of cruelty and harm inflicted on the animals in a factory farm. Whether one purchases a steak, or several steaks, for personal or family consumption will have no influence whatever on the amount of cruelty perpetrated on today’s farms. One’s meat-purchasing habits essentially make no difference at all to the total amount of suffering experienced by the billions of animals currently maltreated. The ordinary consumer of meat is so remote in the causal nexus of animal suffering, that one cannot properly attribute to any such consumer any causal, hence moral, responsibility for the admittedly wretched fates suffered by farm animals. One is morally free to do as one likes so long as one does no harm. Meat purchases do no harm. Therefore one is morally free to make them. (page 85)

If Russ is right, then one cannot consistently (1) be a consequentialist and (2) believe that meat-eating is wrong. Consequentialism, he says, implies nothing about the wrongness of eating meat.

I’m not as sure as Russ appears to be that consequentialism lacks the theoretical resources to condemn meat-eating. But suppose he’s right. It doesn’t follow that one must accept the moral permissibility of meat-eating. What follows is a disjunction: Either one accepts the moral permissibility of meat-eating or one rejects consequentialism. What Russ has done, perhaps unwittingly, is give a knock-down, drag-out argument against consequentialism. Any theory that has an unacceptable implication is unacceptable. Meat-eating is wrong; therefore, since consequentialism implies that it’s not wrong, consequentialism is to be rejected.

Let me put it differently. There are two ways to preserve consistency if Russ is right. The first is to bite the bullet and believe that meat-eating is morally permissible. (A bullet-biter is someone who sticks with a theory even though—even when—it gives counterintuitive results.) The second is to continue believing that meat-eating is morally impermissible (you do believe that, don’t you?) and to reject consequentialism for entailing the denial of this belief. Nor is this the only case in which consequentialism gives the wrong result. It gives the wrong result in so many cases of so many different types that you wonder why anyone, much less a philosopher, endorses it. Russ has simply added another nail to the consequentialist coffin.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Most people who have done manual labor their entire working lives are ready to retire by age 60 and should be able to do it.

Back, hip and joint problems aside, their lungs and other organs have been assaulted for decades by things like paint, welding fumes and solvents, and it's quite likely that they don't have a whole lot of time left.

People who have been writers, editors, accountants and stockbrokers probably have plenty of work left in them at age 60 or 65, and it isn't unreasonable to suggest that they stay on the job.

Our economic system is replete with disparities like this, and any Social Security "fix" that doesn't address them should be rejected.

David Rubenstein
Minneapolis, June 14, 2005

The Schiavo Case

I agree with The New York Times on this one.

Ambrose Bierce

Generous, adj. Originally this word meant noble by birth and was rightly applied to a great multitude of persons. It now means noble by nature and is taking a bit of a rest.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Ed's Choice

See here for Ed Feser's choice of greatest philosopher. If five people ask me, I'll disclose mine.

Wednesday, 15 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-15-85 . . . The [Detroit] Tigers have won a phenomenal six games in a row over Toronto [the Blue Jays], Baltimore [the Orioles], and New York [the Yankees]. A year ago on this date, the Tigers were 45-16 (.737), while today they are 33-24 (.578). The 1985 Tigers are therefore ten games behind the 1984 Tigers. At this rate, the 1985 Tigers will win only ninety-four games, and that will almost certainly not be enough to capture the division title. In other baseball news, Earl Weaver had [sic; should be “has”] been rehired as manager of the Baltimore Orioles after more than two seasons in retirement. He’s a fiesty [sic; should be “feisty”] old codger, and quite possibly one of the best managers in baseball history. But I’m not sure that even he can motivate the Orioles to beat Toronto and Detroit. The baseball season is now more than one-third complete.

I finished reading the Arizona Constitution today. Here are some comments: (1) Arizona has been a state for more than seventy-three years. In a couple of years, therefore, we will probably have a big seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in this state (on 14 February 1987, to be exact). I’ll still be around by then—and, who knows, I could be here as well for the centennial celebration, on 14 February 2012! (2) The Constitution contains the usual references to “Almighty God” and “Ditat Deus,” but in general it is a secular document. Religious freedom is stressed several times, as is freedom of conscience in spiritual matters. I like that. (3) Supreme Court justices must have resided in the state for at least ten years, while other judges, including Superior Court judges, must have resided in the state for at least five years. I assume that most other states have similar requirements. If so, then I am going to have to put down some “roots” before running for judicial office. I wonder what the requirements are for federal judgeships.

(4) The Constitution seems to be inordinately concerned with taxation. Page after page details spending and taxing limits, exemptions from taxation, and institutional duties of public officials in the realm of spending. As long ago as 1910, apparently, this was a fiscally conservative state. (5) The “liberty of conscience,” it is said, “shall not be so construed as to justify practices or conduct inconsistent with the good order, peace, morality, or safety of the State, or with the rights of others.” Oh oh. Does this mean that I, an atheist, socialist, animal-rights advocate, and radical feminist, do not have a liberty of conscience? Sometimes I wonder. (6) By fiat, I am a member of the militia of this state (“all able-bodied male citizens . . . between the ages of eighteen and forty-five years”). How odd: a militia member who will not fight. Some of these provisions are downright silly. (7) Two constitutional provisions guarantee the right of injured persons to sue for damages. That is surprising, especially in light of recent debate about medical malpractice claims. Some observers think that the legislature ought to set a cap on damage awards. That may be good policy, but first the Constitution will have to be amended to permit it. I wonder if people realize this.

So much for the Arizona Constitution. I enjoyed reading it, although I must admit that some of the articles are boring and stiffly written (such as the articles on taxation and recall of public officials). On the whole, I was most interested in the articles dealing with individual rights and judicial qualifications. But at least I have the outline of the Constitution in my mind. If I should need to analyze any part of it in my law practice, I’ll know where to go to perform such an analysis. The Constitution is, after all, our fundamental document—the blueprint for Arizona society. Maybe I’ll get a chance to change it, in a positive way, in the next couple of years.

One of the more interesting things about the Lewis and Clark expedition was the recording of information about new wildlife species—species that were unknown to white people east of the Mississippi. For example, Lewis and Clark had never seen or heard about antelope [i.e., pronghorns] (which they initially called “goats”) and coyotes (which they called “foxes” and “wolves”). Later, the party would see grizzly bears (“white bears”) for the first time. In every case, Lewis and Clark would make notes about their observations and describe the behavior and appearance of the new animals. It is like a child discovering something new about the natural world. Imagine this: being the first white person to see a grizzly bear. What would you think? How would you react to it? It is this sense of the unknown, of discovery, that so impresses me about the expedition. I admire people who take risks—including, as in the case of Lewis and Clark, grave personal risks, in furtherance of knowledge.

I’m still tired and sore from playing basketball last night. My feet are raw, my hips are creaky, and my shoulders are stiff. I slept only seven hours last night, but I more than made up for it today by taking naps of one and three hours. How embarrassing! I’m worse than Ronald Reagan, who naps daily. [Hey! What’s wrong with napping?]

Deontological Egoism

I invented a normative ethical theory. I call it "deontological egoism." See here. The theory has two requirements: (1) let others (including animals) alone; (2) look after your own (including your animal companions). Helping others (including animals) is discretionary—but praiseworthy.

Ambrose Bierce

Air, n. A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, 1911)

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Ted Koppel's warning about electronic invasions of privacy must be heeded ("Take My Privacy, Please!," Op-Ed, June 13).

But there is a more potent and less high-tech threat that we all face: the use of Social Security numbers as universal identifiers.

One cannot obtain health care, purchase cellphone service or do necessary things without revealing one's Social Security number, which is used to tie together a multitude of private information about each of us, and permits those with a nefarious intent to steal from us.

We need federal legislation to prohibit the use of the Social Security number by any private entity.

Alan Meisel
Pittsburgh, June 13, 2005
The writer is a professor of law and of bioethics at the University of Pittsburgh.

Michael Jackson

I didn't follow the Michael Jackson case. I know who he is and what he was charged with; that's about it. I did, however, enjoy this op-ed column about the case by lawyer Andrew Vachss.

Race

See here for Dr John J. Ray's interesting post about race.

My Tax Loophole

Everyone has the same amount of time: 24 hours a day. Different people expend it in different ways. Some people want material things, so they get high-paying jobs and earn as much money as they can. Others want leisure. Take me, for example. Each year, I sign a contract with my university. It specifies that I work from 1 September to 31 May. That’s nine months. The other three months are mine, to do with as I please. If I wanted, I could travel the world every summer. Or I could live in a cabin in Montana. Or I could write a book. Or I could do as I do: stay home and enjoy myself. I have my salary spread over 12 months, but it’s for nine months of work.

If I wanted material things, I could work during the summer. I could teach summer courses, for example. Or I could practice law. But I choose not to. I prefer leisure to material things. Let’s call the actual Keith “Keith-L” and the hypothetical material Keith “Keith-M.” Are they treated the same way by the government? Not at all. Keith-L pays no tax on his leisure. But Keith-M pays tax on each dollar he earns. Interesting, isn’t it? One use of one’s time is taxed; the other is not. Is this discrimination against materialists? It seems to be. If it’s unjust, there are two ways to rectify it. The first is to tax people’s leisure time (understood as the time they could be working, but aren’t). The second is to stop taxing people’s income. Egalitarians prefer the former, libertarians the latter.

Theory aside, I’m delighted that my tastes are such that I prefer leisure to material things. I’ve always said that the best things in life are either free or cheap. I pity the poor fools who desire material things, for they must submit to having their income taxed. In effect, they are slaves, working a certain percentage of time for people they neither know nor (in all likelihood) care about. I’m not saying that I chose a life of leisure in order to avoid being enslaved, but that’s a happy by-product of it. I’m nobody’s slave.

(By the way, some of these ideas are discussed in Robert Nozick’s book Anarchy, State, and Utopia [New York: Basic Books, 1974], but they came to me independently. I’ve been thinking about these things since I was a child. I come from a working-class family in which hard-earned income is taxed—and in which people leap at the chance to work overtime. I have always thought it unjust for these hard-working people, such as my stepfather, to be taxed at such a high rate. My goal from an early age was to have a different mix of leisure and material things than my family had. This is one reason why I turned away from life as an attorney and gravitated to academia.)

Tuesday, 14 June 2005

Chernobyl

I think I'll pass on this. How about you?

Two Hundred Years Ago

The Lewis and Clark expedition lasted 863 days—from 14 May 1804, when the Corps of Discovery departed its winter encampment at Wood River (near St Louis), to 23 September 1806, when it returned to St Louis. Choosing a favorite day from the 863 is like choosing a favorite child, but I'm going to do it. My favorite day is 14 June 1805—200 years ago today. Meriwether Lewis and a small party had gone ahead of the others by land to determine whether they were on the correct watercourse. When Lewis reached the great falls (at present-day Great Falls, Montana), he knew that he and Clark had made the correct decision at the confluence of the Missouri and Marias Rivers. Lewis sent Joseph Field back to inform Clark. Meanwhile, Lewis explored the series of five falls by himself, miles away from any companion. Imagine a man, walking alone with a single-shot (muzzle-loading) rifle and an espontoon, in country inhabited by grizzly bears, rattlesnakes, and other dangerous animals. Here is Lewis's hair-raising account of his escapade. Query: Was he courageous or foolhardy? By the way, I was tempted to entitle this post "Bill and Meriwether's Excellent Adventure."

Twenty Years Ago

6-14-85 Reflecting on my tenth year as a high-school graduate, I wonder whether I could have predicted, then, where I am now, both geographically and professionally. At the time, I knew that I would be going to college, and I had tentative plans to go to law school afterward. That’s why I majored in political science as an undergraduate; it seemed to me to be the natural preparation for law school. But I’m not sure whether I planned to be a practicing lawyer. I had high aspirations, as I do now, and I believed that going to law school would prepare me for many things, such as politics and a career in academia. So I suppose that I am not far removed from my 1975 thinking. I am a lawyer, as expected, but I’m also a budding philosopher. The two careers will be combined when I take a position as a professor of law and philosophy. As for being in Arizona, that is understandable, given my longtime love affair with the West. I still regret having to leave my friends and family, however.

Now let me gaze into the future. Ten years ago I was being graduated from high school; where will I be ten years from now, in the year 1995? In all probability, I’ll be an associate professor of philosophy at some medium-sized university. So far as I know, new Ph.D.’s move through the ranks in this order: First, they are assistant professors, then associate professors, and finally (full) professors. Having taught for some seven or eight years, I should be an associate professor by 1995. [I was promoted from assistant to associate professor on 1 September 1995.] Also, I would like to have a joint appointment with the philosophy department and the law school, wherever I’m teaching. Jules Coleman and Joel Feinberg have similar appointments here at the University of Arizona. [There is no law school at The University of Texas at Arlington.] Finally, I hope to have written several books and articles by 1995. At one book every three years, I should be completing my third book by that time. [I had coauthored a textbook and was in the final stages of my book on rape, which was published in 1996.] In nonacademic matters, I hope to have a solid relationship with a woman and perhaps a child or two ten years from now. [How about two canine companions?] And with any luck, I’ll be living in the mountains or by the ocean. [I made it as far west as the Southern Great Plains.] Here’s to a happy and successful decade!

For the second time in eight days I played “evening basketball.” The high temperature today was 104 degrees [Fahrenheit] (with a relative humidity of only five percent), but by ten o’clock it had fallen to eighty-eight degrees. What a gorgeous evening! I drove to Terry Mallory’s house, followed him and a friend to the basketball court on Broadway Boulevard and Craycroft Road, and played “hoops” for nearly four hours. The court, which is apparently part of a church recreation area, is open all night, and the lights are sufficient to light the whole facility. People came and went all night. As for me, I got lots of exercise. The three of us agreed to take on three other players, and afterward we added other players and changed teams around. The half-court play was strenuous enough, but when we decided to play full-court, I realized how “out of shape” I was. But I did my best to get up and down the court with the other players, and I managed to make some good passes during the course of the evening. All in all, I had a lot of fun. My main motivation, of course, was to get exercise, but I also like the camaraderie associated with team sports. I plan to make a habit of these nocturnal competitions.

The only bad news from this evening is that my feet are hurting. I have no basketball shoes (only running shoes), and the shoes that I have are very much worn out. I can’t afford to buy a new pair of shoes right now. As a consequence, I have severe blisters on both feet and my jumping and running abilities are substantially impaired. There’s just no “spring” in my leaps. And it’s awfully hard to keep up with quick players when you have no cushion on your feet. But I did my best with the shoes that I have. I arrived home at 2:08 A.M. and hit the sack [literally, since I was still sleeping on a sleeping bag on the floor] about twenty minutes later, after showering and drinking several cups of water.

One of the difficulties that confronted Lewis and Clark during their expedition was mosquitoes, or what Clark quaintly called “Musquiters” or “Mosquetors.” One would think that such a problem would not be dealt with in a journal, but it was. At times, the mosquitoes were so thick that the crew could not help but breathe them in. I find such discussions interesting, for they demonstrate that Lewis and Clark had to put up with small as well as large difficulties. They also show that no problem was too small to be recorded in the journals. I, too, have had problems with mosquitoes in my life, and I know that they are indeed “troublesome.” Some things never change. Mosquitoes are a perpetual plague on humans and nonhuman animals alike.

Tour de Suisse

Here is a lovely scene from today's stage of the Tour of Switzerland, which is being led by German Jan Ullrich. I expect Ullrich to be Lance Armstrong's chief rival in next month's Tour de France. Ullrich won the Tour in 1997 and has finished second to Armstrong three times (2000, 2001, and 2003). He has finished second in the Tour an incredible five times. See here for a Tour history.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

"One Nation, With Niches for All," by Stacy Schiff (column, June 11), should be required reading for all retail marketing executives. Every word rang true.

Never mind the dental aisle. I can't get past the orange juice with pulp, some pulp, no pulp, with calcium, without calcium, with calcium and extra vitamin C, with calcium and added vitamin D, low acid, blended with other fruit juices, from concentrate, not from concentrate, low carb.

What happened to just plain orange juice? Only Tropicana and Minute Maid know for certain.

Now I'm off to seek mint-flavored Gortex tooth twine, color-coordinated to match my décor.

Thanks for addressing this distressing aspect of abundance in America.

Sharon K. Higgins
McLean, Va., June 11, 2005

To the Editor:

Stacy Schiff quotes John Quelch, a Harvard Business School "consumer marketing guru." As an advertising professional, I, too, have observed what Mr. Quelch refers to as "analysis paralysis at the point of sale."

It is to be expected in a market environment where consumers have a surplus of money, myriad choices and a lack of better things to do than spend countless hours in malls and megastores.

In recent months, I have begun to observe a contradictory condition that I feel may actually slow or reverse the trend toward analysis paralysis. The clinical name is "plasticus maxedoutimus," which in its most advanced form leads to "spendus terminus."

I have concluded that when the average consumer is plagued by this condition, any old toothpaste will do, as will any old cup of joe.

Dave Alpert
New York, June 11, 2005

Global Warming

Have you ever noticed how selective leftists are when it comes to science? They accept the findings of science when it suits, but reject them when it thwarts, their ideological purposes. Biology tells us that there are innate differences between men and women. Ah, but this contradicts feminist dogma. Some time back, I pointed out to Brian Leiter that there is ample evidence for innate sex differences. I mentioned the work of his University of Texas colleague David Buss. Leiter, to my astonishment, dismissed Buss's work as "speculation"—which is interesting, since Leiter has no scientific credentials. But when it comes to global warming, the reality of which is contested by scientists, leftists have no doubt. It's real, they say, and it warrants drastic action. Read this editorial opinion from today's New York Times. Notice the claim that science "justifies" action. Science justifies nothing. Science is the realm of fact, not value. All science can do (but it's a lot) is tell us what is the case. What we choose to do about it is a separate matter, one that requires careful consideration of the costs and benefits of various alternatives. Leftists love to say (or imply) that conservatives are anti-science. It's just the opposite. Leftists take science seriously only when it confirms their biases. When it doesn't, it's rejected as spurious, speculative, or ideological.

The Devil's Dictionary, 21st-Century Edition

Equality, n. A condition, held up as an ideal by liberals, in which the lazy, the foolish, the profligate, and the irresponsible have as many resources at their disposal as the industrious, the wise, the frugal, and the diligent.

Flag Day

Today is Flag Day in the United States. The American flag is a physical object—a piece of colored cloth—but it is imbued with meaning for Americans. It is a symbol of this great country. Leftists compare the actual country with what it might be and find it lacking. I compare it with what it might be and find it admirable. Leftists hate it that there are poor people in this country. By what standard are they poor? The poorest person in this country is considerably better off than the affluent in other countries. And let's keep in mind that this is the land of opportunity. That's not a cliché. It's a substantive truth. There is nothing stopping anyone from accumulating wealth, power, or status in this country. There is nothing preventing anyone from being happy. Just look at all the people of humble beginnings who made something of themselves. Whatever you think of Bill Clinton, he is a self-made man. He succeeded through hard work, discipline, and sacrifice. I love my country. It is the greatest country in the history of the world, morally and otherwise. Pause to count your blessings on this Flag Day. When you hear a leftist run this country down, pity the fool.

Ambrose Bierce

Occident, n. The part of the world lying west (or east) of the Orient. It is largely inhabited by Christians, a powerful sub-tribe of the Hypocrites, whose principal industries are murder and cheating, which they are pleased to call "war" and "commerce." These, also, are the principal industries of the Orient.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Internet Resources for Philosophers

This week's link is to Realia. By the way, my linking to a site does not imply agreement with anything (much less everything) that appears on the site. I'm simply bringing sites to your attention. Exercise your own judgment as to their worth. And please don't think that because I've never issued this disclaimer before, I'm somehow questioning the quality of Realia. Truth be told, I haven't examined it.

Monday, 13 June 2005

The Missing-Babe Meme

Congratulations to Michelle Malkin for completing her first year of blogging. Michelle very kindly added me to her blogroll many months ago. I appreciate the support. Here is an example of Michelle's thorough, professional blogging. By the way, there is nothing surprising about the focus on missing babes. A raptor (such as a hawk) swoops in and flies off with prey. The word "rape" has the same Latin root as "raptor," namely, raptus. Men abducting women, especially for sexual purposes, is a perennially appealing story.

Bloggers

Here, once again, are some of my favorite bloggers (in no particular order):

Dr John J. Ray (Dissecting Leftism)
Steve Rugg (JusTalkin)
Peg Kaplan (what if?)
Jeff Percifield (Beautiful Atrocities)
Ally Eskin (Who Moved My Truth?)
Dr Bill Keezer (Bill's Comments)
Dr Bill Vallicella (Maverick Philosopher)
Michelle Malkin (Michelle Malkin)
Donald L. Luskin (The Conspiracy to Keep You Poor and Stupid)
Norm Weatherby (Quantum Thought)
Kim du Toit (A Nation of Riflemen)
Glenn Reynolds (InstaPundit)

If you think I'm missing a good blogger, let me know.

Twenty Years Ago

6-13-85 . . . My essay on popular culture (entitled “The New American Dream: Getting Something For Nothing”) has been completed and mailed to the magazine Monthly Detroit. I’m hoping not only that the essay is accepted for publication, but that I am paid for it. A friend once mentioned the sum of five hundred dollars for a magazine article, but I would be content with as little as fifty or a hundred dollars. Egotist that I am, I would just like to see my name and ideas in print. Actually, this essay has been floating around in my mind for at least a year. It dawned on me one day that Americans are, more than ever, demanding products without certain ingredients (cholesterol, fat, nicotine, calories, to name but a few). In thinking about this phenomenon, it struck me that it was typically American; that we, the “people of plenty,” are seeking all of the “good” things in life but without the “bad.” So I began compiling a list of verboten ingredients and finally wrote an essay about it. Here’s hoping for a successful “sale” of my first popular article. [It was never published.]

I have finally finished reading Bernard DeVoto’s edition of The Journals of Lewis and Clark. I bought this book nearly four years ago, on 13 September 1981, and I remember reading it daily during the summer of 1982. Each day, during my lunch break at the firm of Kutinsky, Davey & Solomon, I would take the book and my lunch across the street to a picnic table near [Madison Heights] Lamphere High School, there to “go back in time” with these great explorers. Afterward, I read the book on my balcony in Pontiac, during the winter while soaking in a hot bathtub, and finally, here in Tucson. It is a magnificent chronicle of exploration; indeed, I would recommend this book to anyone who is interested in American history, the history of exploration, Indians, or just plain adventure. Although my main interests in reading the book were the personalities of Lewis and Clark and their descriptions of people and places, I also found several other aspects interesting. For instance, the book contains a wealth of information concerning the flora and fauna of the Old West. It is also a rich source of information about Indians and about methods of travel and survival in the trans-Mississippi frontier. If you, the reader, are anything like me, you will laugh, cry, and tense up at various points in the book. It is full of human drama.

For the next few days I’m going to flip through the book (all 558 pages of it) in order to review the portions that I underlined. As I do so, I’ll make brief comments in my journal. Here is the first. Bernard DeVoto, the editor of the Journals, points out in his preface that the “original” edition of the Journals (edited by Reuben Gold Thwaites) runs some eight volumes in length and is now over eighty years old. Ideally, I would like to read through the entire set, for DeVoto has had to exclude approximately two-thirds of the manuscript in order to condense it into a single volume. But the Thwaites edition is undoubtedly out of print by now, so I’ll have to check the university library to see if it has a copy. I would also like to read Nicholas Biddle’s history of the expedition. Apparently, Biddle had access to the original journals of Lewis and Clark and was able to question both Clark and one of the privates (George Shannon) about various aspects of the expedition. I will never forget the impression that this book has made on me, and I intend to begin collecting memorabilia of the expedition immediately. Some day, bizarre as it sounds, I would like to retrace Lewis and Clark’s route. [Unbeknownst to me, a new edition of the journals was being produced by historian Gary E. Moulton of The University of Nebraska-Lincoln. His 13-volume edition was published from 1983 to 2001. I sent lists of errata to him as I read the journals in real time from 1993 to 1996 (190 years after the fact) and from 1997 to 2000 (194 years after the fact). He thanked me by name in the final volume. This past fall, I taught a course on Lewis and Clark at The University of Texas at Arlington. I am currently reading Elliott Coues’s edition of Biddle’s narrative of the expedition—200 years after the fact. I guess you could say that I’m a Lewis and Clark nut. Hell, I even capsized a kayak on the Lewis and Clark trail in 1989.]

To celebrate the tenth anniversary of my high-school graduation, I listened to Led Zeppelin’s tape Physical Graffiti [1975] and flipped through my boxes of pictures. Has it really been ten years since all of that? Sad to say, but I am rapidly becoming an old man; I don’t like it a bit. I wonder what the next ten years will bring. [Twenty years ago, the song of the day was Led Zeppelin’s “Ten Years Gone.” Today, it is U.K.’s “Thirty Years” (from U.K. [1978], which I have on compact disc). Tempus fugit.]

"Thirty Years," by U.K., from U.K. (1978)

Chasing rainbows for a lifetime
Then left to go
Like shadows from the sun
Run into traces
Of faces you thought you saw
But never seemed to mean much more
Than echoes of a dream gone by
When someone else would have to try
To light the stars
In your sky

All the things you planned
Just sand castles washed away
On tidal waves of tears
Fears overpowering
Your complex dreams just slither down
Drowning in rocky pools
Or smashed and dashed
On peril's course, divorcing prematurely thoughts
Of lasting love
In your life

Some time when you've time to spare
Feeling of missed opportunity
Spare a tear and douse your bridge
Burning
Thirty years and on the ledge
Learning

[Instrumental break]

All the things you planned
Baby
Thirty years in bed
Baby
All the things you planned
Baby
Thirty years in bed
Baby

Chasing rainbows for a lifetime
Then left to go
Like shadows from the sun
Run into traces
Of faces you thought you saw
But never seemed to mean much more
Than echoes of a day gone by
When someone else would have to try
To light the stars
In your sky
Your dark sky

Bush-Hatin' Paul

Paul Krugman* favors a single-payer health-care system in this country. See here. Is anyone surprised? Such a system would be a disaster in many ways. If people are guaranteed health care, they will demand more of it, and that will send health-care costs through the roof. Just ask yourself a simple question: If it didn't cost you anything, would you hesitate to get every test for every imagined ailment? The only way to keep health-care costs down is to make people internalize the costs of their care. Krugman ought to know this. What he really wants is a massive redistribution of wealth from the productive to the unproductive, from the responsible to the irresponsible, from the healthy to the unhealthy. (Remember: Most ill health is preventable through simple lifestyle changes.) It's interesting that he cites a poll to the effect that 72% of Americans want government-guaranteed health care. Did the pollster ask them whether they're willing to pay for it? It's human nature to want something for nothing. Unfortunately, there ain't no such thing as a free lunch (TANSTAAFL). If you're not paying the full cost of your health care, someone else—some hard-working stiff you don't know—is.

* "Op-Ed columnist Paul Krugman has the disturbing habit of shaping, slicing and selectively citing numbers in a fashion that pleases his acolytes but leaves him open to substantive assaults" (Daniel Okrent, "13 Things I Meant to Write About but Never Did," The New York Times, 22 May 2005).

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

During the past four and a half years we have seen a president mislead us into war, begin the process of dismantling Social Security, push an extreme right-wing agenda and steadily make appointments of judges who support such an agenda, and meanwhile the Democrats have a lunch to chastise Howard Dean for speaking out against the Republicans' abuse of power.

If Joseph R. Biden Jr. and John Edwards cannot lead, they should get out of the way and allow others to do so. Half the country eagerly awaits someone with enough fire in his belly to speak out against this extremism.

Christopher Christian
New York, June 10, 2005

To the Editor:

I expect Republicans to blast Howard Dean when he criticizes them. The current majority in Congress and the administration are among the most thin-skinned politicians I have seen in recent years. This administration and its sounding boards have intimidated anyone who criticizes anything they do.

It is disheartening, however, to see Democrats attacking Dr. Dean for speaking out. Republicans frequently question Democrats' patriotism. Justice Janice Rogers Brown has equated liberalism with slavery. It's about time at least some Democrats had the gumption to strike back.

There is a wing of the Democratic Party that believes the way to win elections is to try to appeal to moderate Republicans. I would submit that for every moderate Republican the Democrats can woo by compromising their principles there are two core Democrats who will vote for Ralph Nader, the Green Party or not at all.

David Gordon
Goshen, N.Y., June 10, 2005

Two Can Play This Game

If you listened only to liberals—and I fear that some people do—you would swear that opposition to taxes can have only one motivation: greed. I have no doubt that greed exists. It shouldn’t (it’s one of the seven deadly sins), but it does. What liberals seem not to understand is that there are principled reasons to oppose taxes, which I won’t bother to canvass here. Liberals should engage these reasons rather than question the motives of conservatives and libertarians. Here’s what conservatives and libertarians should do when they hear the charge of greed. Accuse liberals of being motivated by another of the seven deadly sins: envy. If you read Paul Krugman’s New York Times op-ed columns twice a week, as I do, you come away with the feeling that he hates the rich and wants to punish them by taxing their wealth. What is this but envy? I’m not saying that conservatives and libertarians should allege envy as a first resort. I’m saying they should allege it as a last resort, to show that there is more than one reprehensible motive at work in the debate over taxes. Ideally, nobody would question—or even care about—the motives of others. We would focus on reasons, not motives; on logic, not psychology; on what we say, not why we say it.

Ambrose Bierce

Weather, n. The climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle.

Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be—
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldom paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote—
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
"Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."
Halcyon Jones.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Sunday, 12 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-12-85 It has been ten years to the day since I was graduated from Vassar [Michigan] High School. Ten years. I am reminded immediately of the Led Zeppelin song “Ten Years Gone,” which is still one of my all-time favorites. [The song is from Physical Graffiti (1975).] Much of what happened on this date ten years ago has faded from memory, but I can recall the following: I went with two or three friends (Steve McLean, Larry Gross, and perhaps Keith Basherian) to the Carling Brewery in Frankenmuth, where we drank beer and ate popcorn for a couple of hours. Then we drove back to Vassar to attend the commencement exercises. By the time we arrived, I was quite drunk, and I must have made a spectacle of myself during the ceremony. I remember being in a world of my own: not standing during the invocation, keeping my robe open to reveal faded and patched blue jeans, wearing a Miller beer visor instead of my green cap, and refusing to shake the hand of the person distributing diplomas. Afterward, I threw my cap and gown at the attendant, not wanting to wait in line with the other students.

I am still ashamed of what I did that day. It was immature, irresponsible, and unfair to the other students, for many of whom graduation was undoubtedly a special day. Most of what I did can be attributed to the alcohol that I drank, but I must admit that I was angry at the administration even before I started drinking. The administration had “punished” the seniors for taking an unauthorized “skip day” to Caseville by cancelling our senior trip. Although I hadn’t planned to go on the senior trip anyway, I was mad at Larry Essenmacher (the principal) and the others who had made the decision. When I got drunk, I just became more rebellious than I already was—and less inhibited. Immediately after the ceremony ended, I got in a wreck with my 1965 Plymouth [Fury]. Jeff Bauer was with me, and Russ Withers and his girlfriend were in the other car, but fortunately nobody was hurt. Had I not ended my evening early, I may not have survived the night.

And so ended a hot, summer evening in Michigan—a benchmark in my life. I have thought about that evening many a time over the years, and it troubles me still. But of this I’m convinced: You can’t stop a determined teenager from doing what he or she is intent upon doing. Mom and Jerry put up with my antics and rarely said a word, and in retrospect that was exactly what needed to be done. I thank them for being so patient and understanding. Some day, I’ll have to go through the same thing, or something similar, with my own children. I’m not looking forward to it, let me tell you.

Karen Ann Quinlan has finally died. Quinlan became the subject of heated debate nine or ten years ago when she slipped into an irreversible coma after taking a mixture of drugs at a party. Her parents, convinced by doctors that she would never regain consciousness, sought to have life-support machinery detached from her body. Somebody (probably the doctors) refused to do so, and a famous court case ensued. The judge eventually ordered that the parents’ wishes be complied with, and the machinery was detached. But Karen went on living—until today. She was thirty-one years old. Moral philosophers have had a field day with the Quinlan case, arguing for everything from a new definition of “death” to a changed conception of personhood to new standards for removal of life-support machinery. In fact, I think that I discussed the Quinlan case in my term paper on experimentation [for Allen Buchanan]. Soon, I am going to draft a “living will,” for I do not ever want to be in the position of Karen Ann Quinlan. Life without consciousness or communication is not for me.

. . .

What a horrible diet Lewis and Clark had during their expedition! They ate everything from horse meat to dog meat to fish to grizzly bear meat to tubers to whale blubber. At times, they subsisted entirely on ground roots. But the most disturbing thing of all about their diet was their utter dependence on dog meat. Day after day Lewis or Clark records the purchase of dogs from the Indians, and at one point [Meriwether] Lewis expresses his preference for dog meat over other foods. He says that it is better than either horse meat or elk meat. Yecch! How could they eat poor, emaciated puppies? But after my distaste fades, I quickly begin to admire these explorers for their ability to “make do” with what they had. It was live or die out in the open, and I suppose that I, too, would eat dog meat if my life depended on it. When pushed into a corner, a person will eat just about anything that promises to contain nutrients.

Note to Mom and Jerry: I’m sorry to have embarrassed you 30 years ago today.

More on Rat-Holes

Longtime reader Bob Hessen sent a link to this book review by David Frum. Thanks, Bob!

The Supreme Court

Here is law professor Jeffrey Rosen's essay about the United States Supreme Court, from today's New York Times Magazine.

Georgie!

American George Hincapie won the first and last stages of the Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré, which is a tuneup for the Tour de France. Here is George winning today's stage. Spaniard Inigo Landaluze, a comparative unknown, was the overall winner. Lance Armstrong finished a solid fourth. I believe Lance will win his seventh consecutive Tour de France. The race begins on 2 July, just 20 days from today.

Addendum: It appears that George had a blog a couple of years ago. Check it out.

Liberalism's Tangled Web

Liberals simultaneously affirm and deny the existence of race. They affirm it when they defend affirmative-action programs for blacks. They deny it in almost all other contexts, including this one. Wouldn't it be a shame for African-Americans to be denied medicine because it clashes with liberal ideology about race? With friends like liberals, blacks don't need enemies.

Arabella

This man is a guitar god. If you can, listen to "Arabella," from Tirami Su (1987). It will blow your mind.

Illegal Aliens

In case you're not visiting The Conservative Philosopher on a regular basis, let me direct your attention to Dr Bill Vallicella's latest post. As usual, it is thought-provoking.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Old Nantucket Warily Meets the New" (front page, "Class Matters" series, June 5):

This is a particularly American disease, isn't it? Wanting to own a piece of paradise? Excluding others from access?

If we are not careful, soon all of the areas of pristine, wild beauty—from Maine to Alaska—will be in private hands, and the only ones who will find a connection to the healing magic of nature will be those you term the hyper-rich: Magic, lost.

Charles Kaufmann
Portland, Me., June 5, 2005

From the Mailbag

Hello Dr. Burgess-Jackson,

Good analysis of [Roger] Scruton's article. I know you've mentioned [Matthew] Scully a few times recently, but have you read Dominion? Scully does quite a job on Scruton. I count Dominion among the best non-fiction books I've ever read. As one reviewer put it, "A master of language, he leaves a memorable phrase on virtually every page." (Nichols Fox, Washington Post Book World)

Regarding Scruton: I think that many people (probably most of them) form their beliefs on a gut level and then proceed to look around for a logical justification for those beliefs (even if the resulting arguments don't really hold water). Scruton, in his heart of hearts, seems not to respect animals—so he cobbles together a rationalization that would justify his prejudice.

What I found most appalling about Scruton's article is his utter misinterpretation of Richard Dawkins's elegant theories. I suspect that Scruton never even read The Selfish Gene and simply judged it by its title. I'll have more to say about Dawkins in my next e-mail message.

On another note: What is your secret to time management? You seem to engage in an awful lot of activities: teaching, publishing academic papers, writing your blogs, walking your dogs, exercising, participating in bike rallies, watching movies and sports events, etc. How do you do it?

Regards,

Alex Chernavsky
Rochester, NY

Note from AnalPhilosopher: No children.

Baseball Challenge

A couple of weeks ago, I went to The Ballpark in Arlington with my UTA colleague Wendell Hawkins, who is almost as fanatical about baseball as I am. Hawk and I got to wondering how many players played for both the New York Yankees and the New York Mets. Can you name any? How about the Los Angeles Dodgers and the California Angels? (I'm sorry; I can't say "Los Angeles Angels.") How about the Chicago Cubs and the Chicago White Sox? Stick with players. I know that Mike Scioscia played for the Dodgers and manages the Angels. I know that Willie Randolph played for the Yankees and manages the Mets.

Addendum: Don't be looking things up. It's a test of memory, not research skill.

Ambrose Bierce

Abatis, n. Rubbish in front of a fort, to prevent the rubbish outside from molesting the rubbish inside.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Safire on Language

Here.

Language

Mixed metaphors are symptomatic of diseased thought. Here is Atlanta Braves General Manager John Schuerholz, commenting on the many injuries his team has suffered (as reported by Gerry Fraley of The Dallas Morning News): "You know what they say about best-laid plans. But there's no crying here. That's the way it goes over 162 games. It seems like we've had a lot happening at one time, but we've got no choice but to circle the wagons real tight and keep looking ahead."

Saturday, 11 June 2005

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Seeing Slavery in Liberalism: Janice Rogers Brown" (Woman in the News, June 9):

Janice Rogers Brown's up-by-the-bootstraps personal story may be moving enough for the 55 Republicans and 1 Democrat who voted to confirm her for the federal appeals court. But her likening of the history of liberalism to "slavery" and the use of government power as "a warrant for oppression" is bad history and an insult to generations of Americans, black and white.

They turned to federal authority in times of crisis to free slaves, protect workers from injury, regulate unbridled corporate power, prevent millions from starving and save capitalism during the Depression.

They turned to federal authority to create equality before the law, spread public education to the masses, and reinvent the right to vote and to live honorably in civil society for African-Americans.

America's history with slavery is far too serious, its legacies too deep, to denigrate it as both a word and an experience, as Justice Brown has, in the service of the principles of individualism and private property.

David W. Blight
New Haven, June 9, 2005
The writer is a professor of American history and director of the Center for the Study of Slavery, Resistance and Abolition at Yale.

To the Editor:

I am elated by the confirmation of Janice Brown Rogers [sic] as a federal appeals court judge; I had lost hope that there would ever be equilibrium in our court system between liberals and conservatives. She has all of the essential elements of being a great judge, one who will render valuable opinions.

Her opposition to affirmative action is noteworthy; that liberal program has been a substitute for honesty, grit and determination, traits that once applied to the American people.

With judges like Janice Rogers Brown, perhaps we will see a renaissance of those character traits.

Edward Kimel
Gretna, La., June 9, 2005

Hatred in Action

Mark Twain is reputed to have said of the music of Richard Wagner, "It's better than it sounds." According to the leftist editors of The New York Times, the economy is worse than it looks. See here.

Remember something: Leftists such as Paul Krugman and the New York Times editors hate President Bush. They therefore hate anything that makes him look good. We live in a strict-liability society with respect to blame and praise for the economy. Presidents get blamed for a bad economy and praised for a good economy, whether they're causally responsible for it or not. Bush-haters know this. They know that if the economy is doing well, President Bush will get credit for it. So they lie and distort to make the economy look bad. Don't fall for it.

Misunderstanding the Memorandum of Understanding

The New York Times continues to replicate the "extremist" meme about judicial nominations. See here. If you're at one end of the ideological spectrum, even those in the center will look extreme to you. Keep this in mind when you hear liberals call one or another of President Bush's nominees "extreme." Ask yourself who is really extreme: the person making the allegation or the person about whom it is made.

By the way, the Times misunderstands the Memorandum of Understanding signed by the 14 senators. Remember: It was signed by seven senators from each party. What each senator agreed to, in effect, is not going along with his or her party leader. The seven Republicans agreed not to vote for the "nuclear option," which requires 50 votes; subtract seven from 55 (the number of Republicans in the Senate) and you get 48. The seven Democrats agreed to vote for cloture on three nominations (Owen, Brown, and Pryor) and on all others involving "ordinary" (i.e., non-"extraordinary") nominees. Cloture (i.e., ending debate) requires 60 votes. Add seven to 55 and you get 62. Bill Frist has nothing to do with this agreement. It's no longer up to him to exercise the "nuclear option." (Nor is it within Harry Reid's power to bring about a filibuster.) The Times is giving Frist more power than he currently has. Why? So it can accuse him of abusing it.

Ambrose Bierce

Monad, n. The ultimate, indivisible unit of matter. (See Molecule.) According to Leibnitz, as nearly as he seems willing to be understood, the monad has body without bulk, and mind without manifestation—Leibnitz knows him by the innate power of considering. He has founded upon him a theory of the universe, which the creature bears without resentment, for the monad is a gentleman. Small as he is, the monad contains all the powers and possibilities needful to his evolution into a German philosopher of the first class—altogether a very capable little fellow. He is not to be confounded with the microbe, or bacillus; by its inability to discern him, a good microscope shows him to be of an entirely distinct species.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Friday, 10 June 2005

Cannibal Jr

Eddy Merckx is without a doubt the greatest bicyclist of all time. He dominated his sport like no other athlete has, does, or will. (Yes, I know about Wayne Gretzky.) During his professional career, Merckx won 485 races. To put that in perspective, Mario Cipollini won 190 races—and Cipollini was all but unbeatable for many years. They called Merckx The Cannibal. Eddy gave no gifts, even to his teammates. If he was in a position to win a race, he went for it. Eddy's son Axel is now a member of the professional peloton. You have to give the kid credit: What other person would go into the same line of work as his father, when there is no chance in hell that he will equal, much less exceed, his father's accomplishments? Today, Axel won a stage of the Dauphiné Libéré. Congratulations, Axel! If you keep winning, we'll have to call you Cannibal Jr.

Throwing Money Down a Rat-Hole

Everyone is responsible for him- or herself. I'm responsible for myself. You're responsible for yourself. I resent having my hard-earned income taken without my consent (indeed, against my will) and given to people I neither know nor care about. The latest example of thievery by do-gooders is using public monies to help Africans. Let Africans help themselves! Who are they to me? Would they help me if our situations were reversed? Ha! It might be different if any good came of the donation, but there's no chance of that. If anything, it'll increase rather than decrease the number of needy people. This is a perfect example of throwing money down a rat-hole. Here is the definition of "rat-hole" from the Oxford English Dictionary, 2d ed.:

rat-hole, n.

1. A hole used by a rat for passage or abode. Also fig., a cramped or squalid building, room, or the like; a refuge or hiding-place. Also attrib.

2. Oil Industry. a. A shallow hole drilled near a well hole to accommodate the kelly or a pipe joint when it is not in use. b. A hole of smaller diameter drilled at the bottom of a larger hole.

3. N. Amer. A seemingly bottomless hole; used fig. or allusively of something that demands excessive expenditure.

1961 in Webster. 1975 D. Lambro Federal Rathole vi. 43 The contractor was refused..additional loan money because..it would be ‘pouring money down a rathole’. 1976 Globe & Mail (Toronto) 21 Dec. 7/1 The committee will examine..Minaki Lodge, the rathole in northwestern Ontario down which increasing quantities of public money seem to be disappearing. 1977 Time 19 Dec. 13/2 Since the B-1 bomber will not be part of our military inventory, to build two more airplanes would simply amount to pouring half a billion dollars down a rathole.

Texana

One of the things I love about going to bike rallies is visiting (or riding through) small towns. Many Texas county seats have spectacular courthouses. Here, for example, is the Erath County Courthouse in Stephenville. Isn't it gorgeous? For many years, the rally began and ended in the shadow of this old building. Now it has moved a few blocks to the campus of Tarleton State University.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

I am continually puzzled by the response to public breast-feeding ("'Lactivists' Taking Their Cause, and Their Babies, to the Streets," news article, June 7).

Why would anyone, male or female, need to request permission to feed a baby in public?

I must admit reacting to seeing apparently healthy young mothers feeding their babies, holding a plastic bottle with a synthetic nipple to the lips of a very young, apparently healthy baby: I feel a pang of sympathy for them.

I wonder what might have necessitated this far less desirable method of delivering nourishment.

I am sometimes so disturbed by the sight of a young baby propped up in an infant seat, the mother holding a bottle while her attention is turned elsewhere, that I have pondered the desirability of a separate area, away from the public eye, where artificial baby-feeding might take place, thus sparing me that discomfort.

The better solution, of course, would be to regard breast-feeding as feeding. Period.

Patricia Kenny
Westfield, N.J., June 7, 2005

Bush-Hatin' Paul

The great American moral philosopher Charles Leslie Stevenson (1908-1979) said that there are two types of disagreement: in belief and in attitude. Two people can agree in belief but disagree in attitude. Here is a perfect example. In today's New York Times op-ed column, Paul Krugman* expresses a negative attitude toward President Bush's tax policies. Krugman and I agree in our beliefs about the tax policies. But whereas Krugman has a negative attitude toward them, I have a positive attitude toward them. This is the land of opportunity. Anyone who doesn't make it has only himself or herself to blame.

* "Op-Ed columnist Paul Krugman has the disturbing habit of shaping, slicing and selectively citing numbers in a fashion that pleases his acolytes but leaves him open to substantive assaults" (Daniel Okrent, "13 Things I Meant to Write About but Never Did," The New York Times, 22 May 2005).

Ambrose Bierce

Half, n. One of two equal parts into which a thing may be divided, or considered as divided. In the fourteenth century a heated discussion arose among theologists and philosophers as to whether Omniscience could part an object into three halves; and the pious Father Aldrovinus publicly prayed in the cathedral at Rouen that God would demonstrate the affirmative of the proposition in some signal and unmistakable way, and particularly (if it should please Him) upon the body of that hardy blasphemer, Manutius Procinus, who maintained the negative. Procinus, however, was spared to die of the bite of a viper.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Thursday, 9 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-9-85 . . . As planned, I rode my bike today. I left shortly before noon and arrived back at the apartment at 4:20 P.M., after riding forty miles to Colossal Cave and back. The ride to the cave breaks neatly into three parts. The first part is slightly uphill, ending at the Saguaro National Monument [East]. I’m usually strong during this part of the ride, so the ascent doesn’t bother me. When I get to the monument, I pause to fill my water bottle and rest for a few minutes. The second part of the route is downhill, and I always enjoy it greatly. From the monument the road veers sharply downward and to the east, around the Rincon Mountains. I usually have the bike in a high gear at this point, and it goes on like this for miles. Finally, the third part of the route is uphill again, but not egregiously so. I keep the bike in a middle gear and keep pedalling away until I’m at the cave. The road goes through unbroken desert here, and the heat is at its most intense low in the desert. I always have to push my bike up the last few hundred yards, so steep is the ascent to the cave. But when I get to the top, I know that the worst is behind me.

On the way home, things are reversed. First I have a long, winding ride down from the cave, then I have a difficult climb back to the monument, and finally I have a slight descent to the apartment. Having ridden my bike for three consecutive weeks now, I am quite strong. I rode much of the route in eighth gear, and I can ride for mile upon mile without stopping the rotation of the pedals. It is a good feeling to “be one” with the bike, to know its subtleties and feel like a machine for a few hours. I am rarely machinelike in ordinary life, so conscious am I of everything that occurs around me. But on the bike the physical dimension of my life takes over. I am a chain that is connected to pedals and gears and tires. Water and sandwiches are my fuel, and music is my lubricant. I enjoy being a mere machine for a few hours each week.

So much for the metaphysics of bike riding. As I say, I rode exactly forty miles today, and my odometer now reads “3000.0.” Since I’ve had the bike (or rather, two bikes) for nearly four years (since August 1981), that means that I’ve averaged better than 750 miles per year for the past four years. Not bad for a weakling, the “asthma kid,” is it? I take great pride in my ability to overcome obstacles, and my physical condition has always been an obstacle for me when it came to athletics. But by applying my mind to a task, I can usually accomplish it. I still hope to break my all-time mileage record this year. It’ll take an average of 33.1 miles per week for each of the remaining twenty-nine weeks of 1985 to do it, but I’m determined to make a run at it. If I can ride in 109-degree [Fahrenheit] temperatures for four hours, like I did today, I can ride in any kind of weather. Here’s to a record in 1985.

Damn, I miss teaching. I always enjoyed the rush of excitement that I experienced when I walked into a classroom full of students and set my coffee cup down on the desk. The students were probably wondering what I would talk about that day, and I would be rehearsing in my mind the way that I’d explain the concepts and methods. I can’t wait until August, when I’m back at it. I especially miss the camaraderie and joking that occurred before and after class, when I didn’t have to concern myself with formalities. There is no question about it: I want to spend my career as a teacher, not only of undergraduates, but also of graduate students. If I can find time to practice law as well, fine; but I’m not counting on it. I am cut out for explaining things to people.

Mont Ventoux

Here is what it looked like on the grueling climb of Mont Ventoux this afternoon. The stage was won by Alexandre Vinokourov of Kazakhstan. Lance Armstrong finished fourth and now lies second overall, 21 seconds behind his fellow American Levi Leipheimer. Americans are dominating this French race, just as they dominate the French in all other respects.

Our Totalitarian Neighbor to the North

Canada's Supreme Court has taken the first step toward liberating the Canadian people from an oppressive and inefficient health-care system. See here. The New York Times report says that, despite its grave defects, Canada's health-care system enjoys wide support among the Canadian people, who identify it with their national character. If that's the case, then the Canadian character is in a bad way. Meanwhile, American leftists, many of whom have first-class health care paid for by taxpayers, are gnashing their teeth over the ruling. I have an idea. Anyone who prefers Canada's health-care system to our own should renounce any benefits or privileges above and beyond what he or she could get in Canada. Do you think there will be any takers?

"A Far-Right, Intolerant Ideologue"

William H. Pryor Jr was confirmed today as a federal appellate judge. See here. This completes the trifecta of Priscilla Owen, Janice Rogers Brown, and William H. Pryor Jr, all of whom were filibustered by frustrated Democrats. Perhaps if Democrats won a presidential election and a majority of Senate seats, they would be able to get the judges they want. As it is, they sit back and decry the "extremism" of President Bush's nominees. They sound like petulant children.

Them Wacky Democrats

Peggy Noonan weighs in on Democrat rage. See here.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Your editorial "Crumbs for Africa" doesn't acknowledge where the money President Bush and Prime Minister Tony Blair are giving away comes from: the working masses.

Charity is admirable, but no one has a right to be "charitable" with another's money. This handout is a theft of the product of American and British workers' labor.

Africa will become rich when it institutes the rule of law and the protection of individual rights of its own free will. Until then, any foreign aid, like the billions already given, will have no effect at all.

Christopher J. Maloney
New York, June 8, 2005

Scruton on Animal Rights

I have great respect for Roger Scruton, the eminent British philosopher. I have learned much from him over the years, especially about conservatism. But I beg to differ with him about the moral status of nonhuman animals. This morning, I read Scruton's 2000 essay "Animal Rights," which was published in City Journal. (See here.) Please go there and read it; then come back for my comments and criticisms. In what follows, Scruton's paragraphs are indented. Mine are not.

The U.S. Constitution specifies our rights but is silent about our obligations. The Founders took for granted that people knew what their duties were. After all, they were brought up on the Bible and the Ten Commandments, and it was no business of the state to remind them that they should live godly, sober, and righteous lives. The role of the state was to broker their disagreements, to make the space required for social peace, to ensure that no central power could oppress the individual citizen, and to prevent any body of citizens from ganging up against others or depriving them of their elementary freedoms.

Not all rights are legal rights, and not all legal rights are constitutional rights. We must be on guard against conflating these distinct ideas.

Admirable though this conception is, it assumes a condition of society that is no longer with us. The continuing emphasis on rights, in a world that has lost sight of its duties, is as much a fragmenting as a cohesive social force. This, surely, is the real meaning of the conservative complaint that an activist judiciary undermines the "moral majority." By constantly extending and amplifying the list of rights, the Supreme Court also depletes the reservoir of duties. Striking in this respect was the decision in Roe v. Wade, which deprived the unborn fetus of all rights under the Constitution, while discovering (conservatives would say, inventing) a "right of privacy" nowhere mentioned in the Constitution but strong enough nevertheless to override the primary duty of a mother toward her unborn child. What more vivid example could there be of the use of rights to cancel duties and at the same time to privilege the desires of present generations over the long-term interests of society? And what clearer example of the liberal attempt to "discover" constitutional rights whenever the cause requires them and regardless of what the Constitution says?

Roe v. Wade did not deprive the fetus ("unborn fetus" is a pleonasm; could there be a born fetus?) of "all rights under the Constitution." The United States Supreme Court explicitly refused to decide whether fetuses are persons for constitutional purposes. The Court allowed states to prohibit and punish abortion during the third trimester of pregnancy, on the ground that it is "potential life." States that choose to do so can be understood as conferring a legal right on fetuses.

As for Scruton's assertion that Roe used rights to "cancel duties," I'm puzzled. Rights don't cancel duties; they create duties. If I have a right to X, then someone (perhaps everyone) has a duty either to provide me with X (if it's a positive right) or to refrain from interfering with my use and enjoyment of X (if it's a negative right). The claim that every right is correlated with a duty, and vice versa, is called the correlativity thesis. Most philosophers accept it, but perhaps Scruton does not.

This is not to say that traditionalist views on abortion are right and the views of liberals wrong. It is simply to point to the far-reaching social effect of a legal process that puts rights at the top of the agenda, and that encourages everyone, regardless of his social and moral standing, to sue for them. The long-term consequence will be to reduce majority values and life-styles to mere "options" among a range of socially valid alternatives, all of which will deserve equal respect from the law and equal subsidy from the exchequer. This is already happening with homosexual "marriage"; it will extend, in time, to many other forms of relationship, in obedience to the urgent desire of this or that section of society to free itself from "outmoded" burdens or to enjoy some previously forbidden pleasure. Euthanasia is currently a crime. It will soon be a right—a right for which relatives can sue, and which they will use with a clear conscience to put their old parents out of their misery.

I don't know that anything in general can be said about the growth of rights. Some rights are warranted; others are not. I suspect that Scruton embraces many "new" rights, such as those of women, children, and the disabled. Had Scruton lived 150 years ago, he could have beaten his wife with impunity. Does he rue the day that this changed?

Still, there are limits. Rights may have taken precedence over duties, but American jurisprudence has always been clear that rights cannot be had for free. Every legal privilege creates a burden on the one who does not possess it: your right may be my duty, and people who claim rights are also in the business of respecting them. Rights cannot be invented without also inventing the social and legal relations that enable us to uphold them, and the shopping list of rights will therefore be severely limited by social custom and human nature. The conservative hope is that, at a certain point, common sense will prevail. "If you invent any more rights," people then will say, "you will find yourself in a society where nobody respects them. In other words, you will have destroyed the very benefit that you sought to extend." And it seems to me that the birth of "communitarianism" as a posture within the American liberal tradition is really a recognition of this possibility, and of the underlying truth that a society cannot be based in rights alone but must also inculcate a strong sense of duty in its members, if rights are to be anything more than useless bits of paper. Rights ought not to be given but purchased, and the price is duty. You can have many things on the cheap; but the moral life isn't one of them.

Scruton seems here to endorse the correlativity thesis. This makes it puzzling why he said, above, that rights cancel duties. Do they cancel duties or create duties? I agree with Scruton that rights imply duties. We can view this as the cost of rights. But saying that something has a cost isn't to say that it's not worth having. We willingly pay the cost for many things, including children. Some things are worth the cost. Scruton has to show that animal rights is not worth the cost, not merely that ascribing rights to animals has costs. After all, women's rights had costs. The rights of the disabled have costs.

But this brings us face-to-face with what is, to my mind, the strangest cultural shift within the liberal worldview, one that promises to sow even more confusion than liberalism inherently requires: the growing advocacy of "animal rights." Properly understood, the concept of a right—and the attendant ideas of duty, responsibility, law, and obedience—enshrines what is distinctive in the human condition. To spread the concept beyond our species is to jeopardize our dignity as moral beings, who live in judgment of one another and of themselves.

I don't find anything remotely strange about this cultural shift. Nor do I see how ascribing rights to animals in any way jeopardizes human dignity or alters our ability, as moral agents, to make judgments about ourselves and other humans. Dignity is not a zero-sum game.

In 1991, a group of animal-rights activists sued on behalf of Kama, a dolphin trained at great expense by the U.S. Navy and transferred to the Naval Ocean Systems Center in Hawaii from his previous home in a Boston aquarium. The suit held that Kama's life would be in jeopardy in his new environment, and that his rights were therefore violated by his forcible transfer. The court threw out the case on the grounds that Kama, being a dolphin, could not sue, either in Hawaii or in Massachusetts.

Note the rhetoric: "animal-rights activists." Would Scruton use the expression "abortion activists" to refer to those who wish to criminalize abortion? Perhaps he would, in which case I withdraw this criticism. As a philosopher, Scruton should refrain from using rhetoric that appeals to emotion rather than to reason.

Now, a decade later, the lawyer who represented Kama, Steven M. Wise, has published a book, Rattling the Cage, which advocates the rights of animals and argues that a law granting rights to people but not to animals is no more tenable than a law granting rights to freemen but not to slaves. Jane Goodall, the gorilla ethologist, calls the book "the animals' Magna Carta," and Harvard has appointed its author to teach "animal-rights law"—by no means the first example of a professor appointed to teach a non-existent subject. Wise is also founder and president of Harvard's "Center for the Expansion of Fundamental Rights"—or "Center for Moral Inflation," as conservatives might prefer to call it.

Animal law is hardly a "non-existent subject." To the contrary. It is one of the fastest-growing areas of law, replete with journals, conferences, courses, and books devoted to the subject. This was as true in 2000, when Scruton's essay appeared, as it is today, so Scruton is simply expressing his ignorance. If Scruton is saying that animal-rights law is nonexistent, on the ground that there are no animal rights, he's just wrong. Animals have many legal rights. The moral question is whether these legal rights should be expanded.

Meanwhile, Princeton University's Center for the Study of Human Values has appointed the Australian philosopher Peter Singer, author of the seminal Animal Liberation (1975), to a prestigious chair, causing widespread disgust on account of Singer's vociferous support for euthanasia. (Defenders of animal rights not infrequently also advocate the killing of useless humans.) Singer's works, remarkably for a philosophy professor, contain little or no philosophical argument. They derive their radical moral conclusions from a vacuous utilitarianism that counts the pain and pleasure of all living things as equally significant and that ignores just about everything that has been said in our philosophical tradition about the real distinction between persons and animals. Although Steven Wise surprisingly makes no mention of Singer, their simultaneous prominence in the American academic establishment only further confirms the suspicion that animals are next on the agenda.

Scruton's parenthetical comment that "Defenders of animal rights not infrequently also advocate the killing of useless humans" is a cheap shot. Many prominent philosophers, including John Rawls, believe that euthanasia is sometimes permissible, and not all of them are proponents of animal rights. Nor do all proponents of euthanasia ground it in "uselessness," which implies that if one has no value to others, one may be killed. Peter Singer doesn't believe that. I don't know of anyone who does. As for Scruton's claim that Singer's works "contain little or no philosophical argument," I respectfully disagree. Singer's argument in Animal Liberation is well known. See here for my reconstruction of it.

Another thing. Scruton describes Singer's utilitarianism as "vacuous," which means unintelligent or empty. But whatever one thinks of utilitarianism (I myself am not a utilitarian), it is not empty. It has been endorsed by some of the most intelligent philosophers of all time, such as Jeremy Bentham, John Stuart Mill, and Henry Sidgwick. Calling a theory "vacuous" is to disparage it, but not to give a reason to reject it. As for Scruton's claim that there is a "real" distinction between persons and animals, this misses the point of Singer's argument, which is that, in spite of the very real and profound differences between humans and animals, there are morally relevant similarities, the main one being sentience. To say that humans and animals have something in common is not to say that they have all or most things in common. Two beings can be alike in one morally relevant respect but not in others.

Nor is this great cultural shift confined to America. The English have always been sentimental about animals; the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals came into existence almost two centuries ago. Yet until recently Englishmen have managed to combine this sentimentality toward pets with a love of hunting, shooting, and fishing, and with a robust attitude to the farming of livestock. Now, though, advocates are relentlessly pressuring the government to abolish fox hunting, and a bill to criminalize the raising of animals for their pelts is well on its way to becoming law—the first legislative success of a worldwide campaign, in which celebrity after celebrity has displayed her virtue by casting off her furs.

There is nothing wrong per se with wanting to abolish something. It was good—I think Scruton will agree—that there were people who wanted to abolish slavery. I, for one, am glad that they were "relentless." Some traditions are worth conserving; others are not. The question is whether fox hunting is like slavery in being unworthy of conservation. I believe it is.

At a time of agricultural crisis, what sense does it make to outlaw a legitimate and profitable species of farming? Nevertheless, vociferous Labourites have set their hearts against fur, or at any rate against the people who wear it, and they are determined to force their views on the rest of us. It helps, too, that the Political Animal Lobby, which has long campaigned against the fur trade, gave the party a donation of a million pounds at the last election.

This is a weak argument. Slavery was the basis of antebellum Southern culture. Its abolition would have a devastating effect on the Southern economy. So what. That's the price we pay for doing the right thing. As for Scruton's claim that Labourites accepted money from an anti-fur group, what does this have to do with the merits of their argument? Is Scruton implying that the other side didn't contribute money? Both parties receive money from various groups. If one party's motives are impure, then so is the other's. Has Scruton made no contribution to a political party in the hope of securing favorable fox-hunting legislation?

The question of fur offers a window into the emotions that cloud the issue of animal welfare. It first came to our attention in Britain some five years ago, when a campaigning group placed ads all over the railway stations showing a woman in hoity-toity attitudes partially wrapped in the fur of a vixen. The caption read: TWO SPOILED BITCHES. Although I have never much liked fur clothing, associating it with the more light-hearted forms of sexual perversion celebrated by Sacher-Masoch in Venus in Furs, I had never imagined it to be a sin, still less a crime, to dress up in it. The ad shocked me, not only because of the weirdness of the moral views it conveyed, but because it was manifestly calculated to fan hatred toward people purely on account of their way of dressing. The law of sedition, forbidding the stirring up of disaffection toward any group of Her Majesty's subjects, holds such things to be crimes, and in due course the Fur Farmers' Association was able to bring a successful civil suit leading to the removal of the ads.

There are strong emotions on both sides of the issue, so if one side's judgment is clouded, so is the other's. And what's the point of this paragraph? Is Scruton judging the merits of the anti-fur argument by the actions of extremists? Look at their arguments, not their actions. And if you must look at actions, look at the actions of the moderates within the movement, not the extremists. Peter Singer has said publicly that he rejects violence in behalf of animals. So do I. What more does Scruton want?

Now the woman in the hateful poster was wearing a fox fur, and one reason for objecting to this is that foxes are wild animals, whose fur can be obtained in a usable condition only if they are trapped. Indeed, the campaign against the fur trade began as a campaign against trapping, and its partial success in Canada has led to the destruction of the Eskimo communities that depended upon trapping for their livelihood. My own view is that human communities should not be sacrificed for the sake of wild animals, unless there is a real ecological emergency, such as that caused by the incessant burning of the Indonesian forests. But if people choose to sacrifice the Eskimos to the arctic fox, in today's culture it is hard (though right) to accuse them of deficient sympathies.

Once again we have the economic argument. If it's no argument in favor of retaining slavery that many people make a living off it, why is it an argument in favor of retaining trapping that many people make a living at it? If slavery is wrong, no amount of usefulness can make it right. If slavery is right, no among of uselessness can make it wrong.

If you really want to bring trapping to an end, fur farming is the answer; after all, the wives and mistresses of the Russian mafia will never dress in anything except fur, and here is the humane way to keep them supplied with it. But, the Labour Party argues, it is a matter of "public morality" that we should put a stop to this appalling industry. Some crusaders have been so incensed as to release mink from the fur farms into the wild, causing enormous suffering to our native wildlife and to the mink themselves, who often try to find their way back to the comforts that they knew on the farm, once they have tasted the alternative.

The point, of course, is that if mink farming were abolished by law, minks would no longer be bred; and if they're no longer bred, there won't be any minks to release into the wild. Scruton thinks they would continue to be bred and would prefer to live on farms rather than in the wild. Incidentally, it was once argued that slaves were better off on plantations than on their own, competing for wages. Does this go any way toward showing that slavery is justified?

So why is it okay to raise animals for their meat but not for the fur that covers it? What matter of principle is involved? Or is the reference to "public morality" just sanctimonious claptrap? The answer is to be found in that ad at the railway stations. Suppose that the vixen had died a natural death. How many spoiled bitches does that leave? One surely. And it is against her that the legislation is aimed. Maria Eagle, the Member of Parliament who has led the move to ban fur farming, put the point succinctly. She wished to end "the cruel exploitation of essentially wild animals for what is an inessential luxury item." The fur farm need not be cruel, and mink are no more and no less "essentially wild" than deer or ostriches, both of which are raised in England for their meat. The one truth in this loaded utterance is that fur is a luxury. But to imagine that we have the right to outlaw luxuries, merely because they offend our class-conscious sensibilities, is to base our legislation not on public morality but on private snobberies.

Who says it's okay to "raise animals for their meat"? And who accepts the farming of deer and ostriches? There is no contradiction here. The principle is simple: We have no right to use sentient beings, wild or tame, as resources. This covers both meat-eating and the use of animals for furs.

The spectacle of a Parliament, most of whose members behave as though elected to represent animals, is troubling enough. But beyond the legislature, England has countless animal-rights groups devoted to abolishing this or that traditional sport involving animals—from hare coursing to horse racing. Champions of the rights of calves, who have intimidated truck drivers and blockaded ports, have virtually ended the export of live veal to the continent. Since only there is veal a regular part of the diet, it is no longer possible for dairy farmers to keep their calves. Most are now slaughtered at birth—not much of a gain for the calves.

If whites can represent blacks and men women, why can't humans represent animals? Replace "humans" with "whites" and "animals" with "blacks" and you see the absurdity of this paragraph.

Nor does the law deter animal-rights activists. One of the most dangerous terrorist groups in Britain is the Animal Liberation Front, which sends parcel bombs to scientists engaged in animal experiments and to other alleged "animal abusers." Activists have surrounded a farm that bred cats for medical experiments, forced it to close, brought ruin on the farmer, assaulted his wife, terrorized his family, and ensured, as a result, that cats are now imported from places where they are reared less kindly, in order that the experiments should continue. Having destroyed the cat farm, the activists then turned their attention to one of the scientists who made use of it. Oxford professor Colin Blakemore experiments on cats in order to find a cure for blindness in children. His experiments involve sewing up the eyes of kittens and studying their development when deprived of stimulation. The eyes are eventually unsewn, and the kittens thereafter lead normal, privileged lives as pets. Professor Blakemore has had to contend with a hostile crowd picketing his house. Leading the crowd is a screaming woman who accuses the professor of having stolen her cat, whose vivisected remains lie, she asserts, on a shelf in the professor's icebox. Her followers spray paint remover on Blakemore's car, causing severe burns to the only cat that has in fact passed the professor's garden gate—the one belonging to his children. Threats, abuse, and violence follow Blakemore wherever he goes, and no amount of evidence to show that the cats used in his experiments graduate in time to the world of pets will deter his tormentors.

Once again, Scruton focuses on the extremists within the animal-rights movement. Every movement has extremists. I'm sure the fox-hunting movement (or community) has extremists. Should we evaluate arguments for fox hunting on that basis? By the way, is Scruton categorically opposed to violence? Isn't violence sometimes justified? And if it is, we have to inquire whether it is justified in cases in which animals are being egregiously harmed. We cannot simply assume that it is not.

What are we to make of all this? Steven Wise's book contains a generous measure of legal and constitutional history, but no philosophy other than a few second-hand snippets. His authority is not philosophy but science—and in particular the studies in primatology that have told us how very like the apes we are, and how very like us are the apes. The movement in favor of animal rights is not merely the latest example of the "rights inflation" that liberals have always promoted. It is part of a larger movement of ideas away from the other-worldly dogmas of religion to the this-worldly theories of science. Science now stands at the apex of our beliefs, and a morality derived from any other source is apt to appear quaint and outmoded. And when science is in charge, duties sink still further into the background, since only God can give commands, and God is in retirement.

Scruton thinks animal-rights advocates use science as a source of norms. They do not. They use it as a source of information about animals, including their continuities with humans. We know much more about the mental and social lives of animals than we did, say, 100 years ago. Incidentally, Scruton implies that philosophy has authority. I have no idea how it could get such authority. Did my philosophical training endow me with a special moral sense? If so, in which course or seminar did this miraculous event occur? Philosophy makes people clever; that's about it. As Peter Winch famously said, "philosophy can no more show a man what he should attach importance to than geometry can show a man where he should stand."

Of course, when science is used in this way, as the major premise in a revisionist morality, it is abused. Properly understood, science is silent about our duties; but it is also silent about our rights. It is not an alternative source of moral judgments, since it has no moral authority at all. The aim of science is to explain, not to justify. Good and evil, right and wrong, duty and freedom, are concepts that play no part in its theories and cannot be derived from them. Those who rely on science for their moral outlook depend heavily on popularizers like Stephen Jay Gould and Richard Dawkins, who make science seem relevant to our moral choices only by dressing its neutral theories in the borrowed clothes of judgment. No more influential book has appeared in recent decades than Dawkins's The Selfish Gene, the very title of which reveals how far the author is from true scientific thinking. To describe the gene as selfish is to think of it as a moral being, capable of generous and ungenerous actions. It is to re-assume the anthropomorphic and magical ways of thinking that science is supposed to dispel.

I agree that science has no moral authority. But no proponent of animal rights says it does. Singer doesn't. Indeed, Singer bends over backward to deny that science has moral authority. See his book A Darwinian Left. Scruton is setting up a straw person. As for Dawkins, selfishness is his chosen metaphor to help readers—lay readers!—understand natural selection. Genes behave as if they were selfish. If Scruton doesn't realize that this is a metaphor, he is dense. If he does, he is vicious.

Still, given enough science to be struck by our resemblance to the apes, but not so much as to be reminded of the difference, you can easily fall into the new habits of mind exemplified by Wise and Singer. Instead of seeing man as the summit of creation, the vehicle of God's purpose on earth, and the sovereign over all other species, science tells us, according to Wise, that the human species is merely one branch of the great tree of evolution, with no privileged place in the scheme of things. And it is true that this is what modern science says.

All it takes is one morally relevant similarity between humans and animals to confer moral status on animals. One! That similarity is sentience. That there are morally relevant differences between humans and animals, such as autonomy (the capacity for self-governance), does not undercut this fact. Humans are both moral agents and moral patients. Animals are moral patients only. One difference, one similarity.

However, the scientific truth about homo sapiens is not the whole truth about mankind. We are members of the human species. But we are also persons and, as such, animated through and through by an ideal of what that species might achieve. The concept of the person has no place in biological science, for "person" is not a biological category. Nevertheless it is fundamental to all our legal and moral thinking. The Judeo-Christian tradition would explain the idea of the person in theological terms. But the concept is taken from Roman law (which in turn borrowed it from the theater: persona means mask), and it implies no theological commitment. A person is a potential member of a free community—a community in which members can lead lives of their own. Although other animals are individuals, with thoughts, desires, and characters that distinguish them, human beings are individuals in another and stronger sense, in that they are self-created beings. They realize themselves, through freely chosen projects and through an understanding of what they are and ought to be.

All Scruton is saying here is that only humans are autonomous. But autonomy is not the basis for animal rights, so what's the point? Sentience—moral patienthood—is the basis for animal rights.

Negotiation, compromise, and agreement form the basis of all successful human communities. And this is the true ground of the moral distinction that we make, and ought to make, between our own and other species. The concepts of right, duty, justice, personality, responsibility, and so on have a sense for us largely because we deploy them in our negotiations and can invoke by their means the ground rules of social order. They define strategies with which we coordinate our social life, but which we can only use when dealing with others who also use them.

Scruton is quite right that the concepts of right, duty, justice, personality, responsibility, and so on have meaning to us. But so do the concepts of care, compassion, suffering, concern, vulnerability, needs, and mercy. He has a one-dimensional view of persons! We are agents, to be sure, but we are also patients, like animals.

To use these strategies on animals is to misuse them; for if animals have rights, then they have duties too. Some of them—foxes, wolves, cats, and killer whales—would be inveterate murderers and should be permanently locked up. Almost all would be habitual law-breakers. All would deserve punishments from time to time, though maybe they could hire lawyers like Steven Wise to argue that they could not possibly be blamed, since only humans are blameworthy.

This paragraph is scandalous. Scruton says that, "if animals have rights, then they have duties too." We saw earlier that for one being to have a right, at least one other being must have a duty. But why does Scruton think that the very same being cannot have rights without having duties? There are many counterexamples to this claim. Children, for example, have rights but no duties. Ah, you say, but they will come to have duties. The severely retarded and the senile will never come to have duties. Those who are severely retarded from birth have never had duties. Does this mean they lack rights? To be consistent, Scruton must answer yes. I doubt that he's willing to do so.

As I suggested, science provides authority for this weird morality only when clothed in moral doctrine. The sleight of hand that gave us the "selfish" gene gives us the rights of baboons. By disguising anthropomorphic (in other words, pre-scientific) ways of thinking as science, Wise rediscovers the enchanted world of childhood, in which animals live as Beatrix Potter describes them, in an Eden where "every prospect pleases, and only man is vile." By abusing evolutionary biology in this way, we are able to read back the sophisticated conduct of people into the animal behavior that prefigures it.

Again, nobody in the animal-rights movement thinks science provides authority for anything. Science is value-free. Either Scruton hasn't read the literature carefully enough or he's willfully misrepresenting animal-rights proponents.

But this means that the apes appeal to animal-rights activists for precisely the wrong reason—namely, that they look like people and behave like people, while making no moral demands. The apes are re-made as versions of ourselves, purged of the guilt that comes from the attempt to lead the life to which we, as moral beings, are condemned: the life of judgment. Nothing impedes our sympathy for the chimpanzee and the bonobo, since their lives are blameless. It is not that they do no wrong, but that "right" and "wrong" here make no sense.

I agree that the lives of chimpanzees and other animals are blameless. Animals are not moral agents. They are not responsible for their actions. Only humans are responsible for their (humans') actions.

And that explains, in part, the appeal of the animal-rights movement. It shifts the focus away from moral beings toward creatures in every respect less demanding—creatures like dogs, which return our affection regardless of our merits, or cats, which maintain an amiable pretense of affection while caring for no one at all (a fact always vehemently and fruitlessly denied by their keepers). The world of animals is a world without judgment, where embarrassment, remorse, guilt, and penitence are unknown, and where human beings can escape from the burden of moral emotions. In another way, therefore, those who tell us that we have no special place in the scheme of things create a place for us that is just as special. By focusing our human attitudes on animals, we are playing at God, standing always apart from and above our victims, smiling down on their innocent ways, removed from the possibility of judgment ourselves, and, in our exaltation, imagining that we confer the greatest benefit on those whom we patronize.

We're not playing God; we're simply taking our moral agency seriously. We're deciding, by using our rational faculty, what we owe to nonhuman animals. We're trying to be consistent. If suffering is bad in a human being, why is it not bad in an animal?

A case in point is the rabbit, an attractive animal, celebrated and humanized in children's literature. Alone in its cage, utterly dependent on the child who feeds it, bright-eyed and impassive as it is stroked and cuddled, the rabbit seems to be in its element: made for human companionship and basking in human love. It is the quintessence of the pet, mutely reflecting its owner's utterly fallacious view of himself as the kindly provider and justified guardian of this precious piece of life. A particularly syrupy by-product of this attitude—a children's book picturing rabbits in unctuous poses and entitled Guess How Much I Love You—is currently doing the rounds, having the same effect on human software as the I Love You virus on the computer.

Animal-rights advocates respect animals; they do not (necessarily) love them.

As a matter of fact, however, rabbits are gregarious animals, for whom there is only one mental torture greater than solitary confinement, which is that of being cuddled by a member of a large rabbit-eating species. The pet rabbit learns to adapt to its conditions, much as human beings learned to adapt to Stalin's gulag. Being unable to shift its eyes, the rabbit maintains its generous stare even when held by a smelly omnivore emitting vile drooling noises and smiling down on it with a mouth full of teeth. Correct behavior is rewarded, after all, with a piece of lettuce. In this way the rabbit teeters from terror to terror and from day to day.

I like the comparison between caged animals and Stalin's gulag. It is apt.

In the wild, however, in the teeming burrow where he mates promiscuously with his kind, where the only smell is the smell of rabbit, and where every intruder is regarded with abhorrence, the rabbit takes his revenge: eating crops, destroying saplings, and undermining paths and fields. Anybody who has had to contend with rabbits will know that these creatures, which by their nature are available in the wild only in large supplies, are far from lovable.

Scruton doesn't like rabbits. What normative ice does that cut? The case for treating animals well doesn't rest on their likableness or lovability.

It is at this point that the advocate of animal rights steps in. Like the child, he imagines the rabbit still dressed in its Beatrix Potter trousers, enjoying a quiet domestic life below ground. For him the warren is just like a human community—founded by negotiation and agreement, structured by rights, and entitled to protection from the law. To shoot such defenseless animals seems to him like a crime, and he campaigns vigorously for a law that will make it so.

This paragraph is just silly.

Of course, he is selective in his passions: foxes, rabbits, and badgers can count on his support; rats and mice don't get a look in. But this only enhances the damage done to the historical equilibrium that has enabled humans and animals to live together on realistic terms. It is this equilibrium that is maintained by the old arts of hunting. And in those old arts you glimpse another, more ancient and more healthy relation between man and beast—the relation between Homer's Odysseus and the old hound Argus, first to recognize his master on his return to Ithaca, or the relation between Alexander and Bucephalus, which caused the conqueror to found a city in memory of his heroic horse. The unsentimental love between man and beast that comes about when they are engaged together in some act of war or predation is, indeed, the nearest that animals attain to equality with the human species—and it is a love that is deeply horrible to the defenders of animal rights for that very reason. For it is a love founded in the aspect of animals that they put out of mind—the relentless life-and-death struggle that is the normal condition of life in the wild.

Animal-rights advocates don't distinguish between foxes or badgers on the one hand and rats or mice on the other. Scruton is setting up a straw person so that he can knock it down easily. We teach our students not to do this. It's a fallacy. As for Scruton's claim that hunting is part of an equilibrium, so was slavery. There was a delicate ecology of slavery in the Old South. So what. Unless there is a presumption against upsetting equilibria, this is irrelevant. Finally, I'm not sure what point Scruton is making near the end of this paragraph. Yes, nature is red in tooth and claw. Yes, animals prey on each other. Does that justify humans—the only moral agents among the animals—in preying on other animals? Scruton seems to want us to be mere animals when it suits his convenience. We need to think about our behavior, not mindlessly emulate animals.

This love exists, too, among the sworn enemies of rabbits—the keepers of ferrets, who solve the rabbit problem in nature's way. The ferret is as furry and appealing to the sight as a rabbit, and would feature in children's books, in some toothless version, were it not for the fact that nobody knows anything about it except those who know everything, and who love the ferret with the severe military love that attaches the falconer to his bird and the huntsman to his hounds. Our local ferreter lifts his precious animal from its box as though handling a newborn baby and coos to it quietly in a private language far richer in syllables than the sparse dialect that he keeps for human use. And when he slips the ferret into the warren and watches it slide into the darkness, his face is full of a tender anxiety, like the face of a father whose son is leaving for the wars.

I don't grasp the point of this paragraph. We have long since left the realm of rational persuasion.

Such "working" relations with animals are not only good for the animals: they are also good for us. For they are a strong reminder of the fact that, whatever we do, it is we who are in charge. Why is this? This question brings us full circle to the American Constitution and the vision on which it is founded—the vision of human beings as a distinct order of creation, the guardians of the natural order, answerable for their lives and duty bound to make the best of them. That is the vision that justifies our belief in rights as the necessary conditions of human fulfillment. Take away the moral life and its goal of human excellence, and the talk of rights becomes meaningless.

Earlier, Scruton accused animal-rights advocates of playing God (or wanting to). Now, he seems to be advocating that humans play God with respect to animals. Which is it? There is also a whiff of "might makes right" in this paragraph. Yes, there's a sense in which we humans are "in charge." It's within our power to harm animals, just as it's within our power to harm other humans. The question is whether we should (may) do so.

The lover of baboons who goes to live with his tribe knows full well that he can regain civilization at any time; he goes armed with medicines and books and cameras—perhaps even with a mobile telephone. He respects and even loves the creatures with whom he lives, and is in his turn respected, after a fashion. But he knows that, when it comes to any real decision for the future, it is he alone who can make it. Indeed, there is no greater reminder of the distinctiveness of our condition than the emotions that overwhelm us in the presence of a tribe of apes. People like Jane Goodall, who take with them into the wild a spirit of creative compassion, exemplify Dante's words:

Considerate la vostra semenza:
Fatti non foste a viver come bruti,
Ma per segue virtute e conoscenza.

"You were not made to live as brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge."

Again, I don't see the point of this paragraph.

If the apes survive, it will be because we decide (spurred on by Jane Goodall) to save their habitats. And the same will be true, in time, of virtually all the larger animals. And if domestic animals are bred and cared for, it is because we have an interest in their products. In all our dealings with the animals, the inherent mastership of the human race displays itself. And this only goes to show that we alone have the duty to look after the animals, because we alone have duties. The corollary is inescapable: we alone have rights.

Scruton says that humans alone have duties. I agree. But then he says that the corollary of this is that "we alone have rights." Here again we have the mistake of thinking that the class of the dutybound is coextensive with the class of rightholders. Scruton has given no reason whatsoever for that startling and easily refuted claim. Unfortunately for him, his entire "argument" rests on it. It pains me to say this, but my respect for Scruton has diminished considerably after reading this essay.

Ambrose Bierce

Embalm, v.t. To cheat vegetation by locking up the gases upon which it feeds. By embalming their dead and thereby deranging the natural balance between animal and vegetable life, the Egyptians made their once fertile and populous country barren and incapable of supporting more than a meagre crew. The modern metallic burial casket is a step in the same direction, and many a dead man who ought now to be ornamenting his neighbor's lawn as a tree, or enriching his table as a bunch of radishes, is doomed to a long inutility. We shall get him after awhile if we are spared, but in the meantime the violet and rose are languishing for a nibble at his glutæus maximus.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Law and Biology

Owen D. Jones is a distinguished law professor at Vanderbilt University. (He was at Arizona State University until recently, when Vanderbilt lured him away.) Jones works at the intersection of law and biology. His work is fascinating. See here for some of his downloadable essays. By the way, Jones is the founder and president of SEAL—the Society for Evolutionary Analysis in Law. Nothing in society (including law) makes sense except in light of evolutionary biology. Some leftists, such as Peter Singer, understand this. Others, including many prominent feminists, choose to remain ignorant.

Snake Alley

One of my readers, Bill Schwerin, sent a link to this website, which advertises a bike race. As I explained to him, I don't race. I think it would be fun to ride in Iowa, however. I love rural and small-town America.

Wednesday, 8 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-8-85 . . . I read another large chunk of Lewis and Clark’s journals this afternoon, and as usual I am impressed by their fortitude and negotiating abilities. Time after time they met potentially hostile Indians and managed to bluff, threaten, or talk their way through. In many cases, this was done solely through sign language. As for physical hardships, it is difficult to imagine anything more treacherous than what the expedition experienced. In the Pacific Northwest, for example, rain fell constantly—for days on end. The crew members were wet, cold, hungry, and uncomfortable; and yet they survived. Fleas plagued them at every step. Food was scarce and sometimes inedible. Hostile Indians stole from them, threatened them, harassed them, and pestered them to trade. Of all the expeditions about which I’ve read or heard, this is the most exciting and most difficult. In comparison, George Custer’s 1874 Black Hills Expedition was a picnic.

Coincidentally, I spent part of the evening reading about primitive society, in Richard Posner’s The Economics of Justice. Posner tries to explain several primitive institutions and practices in economic terms, and time after time I thought of Lewis and Clark as he did so. Gift giving, for example, serves several important functions in primitive society. It permits individuals to “insure” themselves against future hardship (if I have a good harvest, for example, and give part of it away in the form of gifts, I insure that some day I will receive foodstuffs in return) and constitutes a source of information about the motives and intentions of strangers. Thus, when Lewis and Clark exchanged gifts with each Indian band that they met, they were, in effect, “informing” the bands of their pacific intentions. This, in turn, served as a social lubricant which permitted them to travel safely through unknown territory. I enjoyed Posner’s article very much. He is a bright person.

The [Detroit] Tigers have lost two of three games to the Blue Jays so far this weekend and are now 28-24 on the year. At this pace, they’ll win only eighty-seven games during the season. That’s good enough for fourth place, perhaps, but a far cry from what they’ll need to repeat as divisional winners. I predict that it will take one hundred victories to win the American League Eastern Division title this year. The second-place team, in other words, will win ninety-nine games. [Toronto won the division with 99 victories. The New York Yankees finished second with 97.] In other baseball news, the four divisional leaders are San Diego, the New York Mets, California, and Toronto. Pete Rose is within fifty hits of Ty Cobb’s all-time hit record. Tommy Herr of St. Louis leads all players in hitting and runs batted in. Andy Hawkins of San Diego is 10-0 on the year. There is talk of a player strike if the owners do not make concessions to the players. Ho hum. The business of baseball goes on.

. . .

The official high temperature in Tucson today was 111 degrees [Fahrenheit], tying the all-time record for this city. (The record has been tied several times over the years.) As I say, I remained inside all day; but tomorrow, I’m going to tackle the heat. It would be nice to ride forty miles on the hottest day in Tucson history. I love testing myself. [On 4 September 2000, I ran a 15-kilometer (9.3-mile) footrace in Fort Worth, Texas, on a day in which it reached 111 degrees. That’s the sixth-hottest day in Dallas-Fort Worth history. The all-time record in the Metroplex is 113 degrees.]

Meeechigan!

The Women’s College World Series just ended. The Michigan Wolverines defeated the UCLA Bruins, 4-1, in the third game of the best-of-three series, which is played in Oklahoma City. (The men play in Omaha.) It was exciting. UCLA won the opener two days ago, 5-0. Michigan came from behind yesterday to win, 5-2. Everything was on the line tonight. UCLA has won the past two titles and ten overall. The Bruins were trying to match their feat of winning three consecutive titles (1988, 1989, and 1990). No team from the Eastern time zone had ever won a Women’s College World Series.

UCLA struck first this evening on a home run, but Michigan tied the game. For several innings, nobody scored, although both teams had chances. Finally, in the top of the 10th inning (a regulation game is seven innings), Samantha Findlay, a freshman, hit a three-run home run. UCLA went out quickly in the bottom of the 10th. It’s too bad one of these teams had to lose. Both played hard.

I had a particular interest in this year’s series. All of the states in which I’ve lived had a representative: Michigan, Arizona, and Texas. Texas knocked Arizona out; then UCLA knocked Texas out. I don’t particularly care for The University of Michigan’s athletic teams (especially football), but I took a liking to these Wolverines. My favorite was Tiffany Haas, the perky second baseman and leadoff hitter from California. She seemed to be involved in all the big plays.

Next up is the Men’s College World Series. But first we must get through the super regionals, which begin Friday. Congratulations to the Michigan Wolverines!

Addendum: Here is the ESPN account.

Ouch!

Look at the profile of tomorrow's stage of the Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré. The 12.5-mile climb to Mont Ventoux is one of the most difficult in professional bicycling. It killed British racer Tom Simpson in 1967. It almost killed the great Eddy Merckx. See here.

Africa

Either you think the United States should give more money to Africa or you don't. If you do, there's nothing preventing you from giving. Why would you condition your giving on other people's giving, unless part of your motivation is to impose your values on others? Do what you think is right. Leave others alone. See here for today's New York Times editorial opinion on the subject.

Gratification #40

Here.

Grasping at Straws

Liberals are exasperated with President Bush’s judicial nominees. Their real reason for opposing his nominees is that the nominees are not likely to uphold Roe v. Wade and other liberal judicial decisions, which they worship like gods. But they can’t say this without seeming partisan and result-oriented. So they resort to (1) questioning the nominee’s intelligence (Brian Leiter calls some of them “mediocrities,” which suggests he’s been in academia too long), (2) impugning the nominee’s integrity, and (3) portraying the nominee as an extremist.

The problem is that none of these strategies is plausible. All of President Bush’s nominees are highly intelligent by any reasonable standard. Nor is there any question about their character. Believe me, if there were any ethical lapses, liberals would long since have pointed them out. All that’s left is portraying the nominees as extremists. The hope is that the American people will be frightened by the charge and demand that their senators vote no on the nominations. The problem is that the American people are more likely to view liberals as extremists than the judicial nominees they oppose. Who is out of the mainstream in this country: Janice Rogers Brown or Ted Kennedy, Priscilla Owen or Barbara Boxer, William Pryor or Hillary Clinton?

President Bush was reelected handily. He has an obligation to those who voted for him to nominate conservatives to the federal bench and to fight for them when Democrats obstruct—as of course they will. So far, things are going well. You can tell this by the liberal wailing you hear.

Janice Rogers Brown

The United States Senate will vote on California Supreme Court Justice Janice Rogers Brown at five o'clock Eastern time—29 minutes from now. If you have access to C-SPAN2, you may want to tune in. I fully expect Brown to be confirmed, which will make leftists howl. They have demonized this poor woman. Her only crime is to think outside the liberal box. We have gotten to the point where only masochists will allow themselves to be nominated for federal judgeships. Would you submit to such character attacks? Prediction: Brown will be confirmed, 61-39.

Addendum: Democrats obstructed the Brown nomination for as long as they could. Today she got her due: an up-or-down vote. It was favorable, 56-43. Congratulations to Justice (now Judge) Brown.

Addendum 2: The Senate just voted, 67-32, to invoke cloture on the nomination of William Pryor to serve as a judge on the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals. That means he will get an up-or-down vote tomorrow. I was stunned by the 67 votes. There are 55 Republicans in the Senate. Add the seven Democrats who signed the Memorandum of Understanding the other day. That's 62 votes. Evidently, five other Democrats voted to end debate on the Pryor nomination. We'll see how they vote tomorrow.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Life Lessons From Watergate," by David Brooks (column, June 5):

I was fascinated by Mr. Brooks's attempts to try to turn us away from the reality of Watergate, and place the truth of it in some sort of a personal social-cultural struggle of someone young trying to find his or her place in the work force.

Watergate was and still is about the corruption of power, and about the crimes committed by a sitting president of this country, and his willingness to use federal agencies to cover up those crimes. No amount of obfuscating that fact or time can dispel it.

It is not about the adolescent strivings of youth trying to make it in life.

Hendrik E. Sadi
Yonkers, June 6, 2005

Ambrose Bierce

Gunpowder, n. An agency employed by civilized nations for the settlement of disputes which might become troublesome if left unadjusted. By most writers the invention of gunpowder is ascribed to the Chinese, but not upon very convincing evidence. Milton says it was invented by the devil to dispel angels with, and this opinion seems to derive some support from the scarcity of angels. Moreover, it has the hearty concurrence of the Hon. James Wilson, Secretary of Agriculture.

Secretary Wilson became interested in gunpowder through an event that occurred on the Government experimental farm in the District of Columbia. One day, several years ago, a rogue imperfectly reverent of the Secretary's profound attainments and personal character presented him with a sack of gunpowder, representing it as the seed of the Flashawful flabbergastor, a Patagonian cereal of great commercial value, admirably adapted to this climate. The good Secretary was instructed to spill it along in a furrow and afterward inhume it with soil. This he at once proceeded to do, and had made a continuous line of it all the way across a ten-acre field, when he was made to look backward by a shout from the generous donor, who at once dropped a lighted match into the furrow at the starting-point. Contact with the earth had somewhat dampened the powder, but the startled functionary saw himself pursued by a tall moving pillar of fire and smoke in fierce evolution. He stood for a moment paralyzed and speechless, then he recollected an engagement and, dropping all, absented himself thence with such surprising celerity that to the eyes of spectators along the route selected he appeared like a long, dim streak prolonging itself with inconceivable rapidity through seven villages, and audibly refusing to be comforted. "Great Scott! what is that?" cried a surveyor's chainman, shading his eyes and gazing at the fading line of agriculturist which bisected his visible horizon. "That," said the surveyor, carelessly glancing at the phenomenon and again centering his attention upon his instrument, "is the Meridian of Washington."

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Tuesday, 7 June 2005

"Crime of the Century," by Supertramp, from Crime of the Century (1974)

Now they're planning the crime of the century
Well what will it be?
Read all about their schemes and adventuring,
It's well worth the fee,
So roll up and see
How they rape the universe
How they've gone from bad to worse
Who are these men of lust, greed, and glory?
Rip off the masks and let's see.
But that's not right—oh no, what's the story?
There's you and there's me
That can't be right!!

G. E. M. Anscombe (1919-2001) on Chastity

All the same, there is such a thing in marriage as intercourse 'purely for pleasure'; and Christian tradition as a whole condemns this. Some marks of 'being purely for pleasure' would be: immoderation in, or preoccupation with sexual pleasures; succumbing to desire against wisdom; insisting against the serious reluctance of the other partner (the qualification is needed because of some facts of male and female psychology). In all these cases but the last both parties may be heartily consenting.

(G. E. M. Anscombe, “You Can Have Sex Without Children: Christianity and the New Offer,” chap. 9 in her Ethics, Religion and Politics, vol. 3 of The Collected Philosophical Papers of G. E. M. Anscombe [Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1981], 82-96, at 90 [italics in original] [essay first published in 1968])

Differences

Some differences are quantitative, i.e., differences in degree. Others are qualititative, i.e., differences in kind. Years ago, I heard a prominent philosopher say that the difference between differences in degree and differences in kind is itself a difference in degree. Is he right?

Scully on the Radio

Longtime reader Khursh Mian Acevedo sent a link to a radio interview with animal-rights advocate Matthew Scully, who happens (like me) to be a conservative. See here. Thinking that animals matter, morally, is not a liberal cause. How it came to be seen as a liberal cause puzzles me. Was the abolition of slavery a liberal cause? Must one be a liberal to think that making sentient beings suffer for trivial reasons is wrong? And by the way, not all liberals have been proponents of animal rights. Immanuel Kant (1724-1804), one of history's great liberals, was decidedly not a proponent of animal rights. Indeed, he thought animals had the moral status of inanimate objects.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Richest Are Leaving Even the Rich Far Behind" and "Old Nantucket Warily Meets the New" (front page, "Class Matters" series, June 5):

I am not proud at the flush of envy that rose in my secure, middle-class body while reading your ninth installment on class.

I tried to interpret my rising indignation as directed solely at the decadence and destruction of the super-rich. I shook my head at their shallow and selfish behavior and at a society that allows such disparity to flourish.

Yet somehow I managed to read the earlier installments of the series with nothing more than a calm concern and benign sympathy. The empathy I felt toward those less fortunate, although sincere, did not generate this palpable excitement.

I did not rush off a letter to the editor expressing my outrage.

It is certainly tempting to locate our own humble position on the wealth charts and to stare upward with envy. Rather than denying this natural human weakness, I suggest that we direct the passion kindled toward the vast numbers of the truly needy.

This is an opportunity that I do not want to miss.

Jonathan Spitz
Westfield, N.J., June 5, 2005

To the Editor:

Your chart about the percentage of income earned by the top 0.1 percent of taxpayers was fascinating, but "Richest Are Leaving Even the Rich Far Behind" failed to draw the obvious conclusions from it.

The data show that the rich take a rising share of income when the economy is booming, such as during the 1920's and 1990's. Their share declines when the economy hits hard times, such as during the Great Depression and the most recent recession.

The rich took their smallest slice of the economic pie during the 1970's—a period when productivity growth was low and unemployment and inflation were rising.

Here's the lesson: If policy makers' primary goal is to reduce income inequality, they should put the economy through the wringer. But if they want economic prosperity for all, they should avoid focusing on the politics of envy.

N. Gregory Mankiw
Cambridge, Mass., June 5, 2005
The writer, a professor of economics at Harvard University, was chairman of President Bush's Council of Economic Advisers, 2003-2005.

The Devil's Dictionary, 21st-Century Edition

Out of the mainstream, adj. Not likely to uphold Roe v. Wade and other liberal judicial decisions.

Internet Resources for Philosophers

This week's link is to the website of Dr Alan Soble, who makes many of his publications available to readers. Alan's specialty is the philosophy of sex and love.

Ambrose Bierce

Auctioneer, n. The man who proclaims with a hammer that he has picked a pocket with his tongue.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Monday, 6 June 2005

Mitt

Here is Jeff Jacoby's Boston Globe column about Massachusetts governor Mitt Romney—who is my choice for president in 2008. Romney's father, George, was governor of my home state of Michigan from 1963 (when I was six) to 1969 (when I was 12).

Addendum: Here is Terry Eastland's story about Mitt Romney in The Weekly Standard. Here is John J. Miller's story about Romney in National Review.

Mesquite

I did my ninth bike rally of the year (and 353d overall) this past Saturday in Mesquite. The rally starts and ends at Resistol Arena, which is the home of the Mesquite Championship Rodeo. (Don’t get me started on the morality of rodeos.) The skies were threatening as we departed, and it was drizzly for the first 30 minutes or so, but then the precipitation stopped. After that, it was just muggy. By the time I finished, nearly four hours later, the sun was trying to peek from behind the clouds—and it was hot. I rode with my friend Joe Culotta for about half the distance, after which I rode alone or with strangers. Joe and I had fun talking about the original Twilight Zone series (the one narrated by Rod Serling). It came up because I recently ordered the first full season on DVD. One of the things Joe and I like about this series is that it reminds us of our childhoods: the old gas stations, fencerows, small towns, and men sitting on benches in front of stores.

My computerized odometer malfunctioned along the way. I ended up with 53.78 miles. But I know the course is 60.3 miles, since that’s what I got the past two years. Perhaps riding in the rain a week ago caused it to malfunction. Since I had my elapsed time, I was able to calculate my average speed. It was 16.78 miles per hour, which is lower than the previous week. I attribute it to the wind, which was stiff. In fact, it seemed like it was in my face the entire way. When the wind is stiff, it hurts you unless it’s directly behind you. My maximum heart rate for the day was 156. I made several stops to eat, drink, rest, urinate, and look at my map. One reason I go to bike rallies is that it’s a social occasion. I could ride on my own, as I did years ago in Tucson, but I prefer being out among people. Also, by paying the fee, one gets police support at intersections. I always say “Thank you” as I pass through, and lately I’ve taken to waving at the people waiting in vehicles. They’re the ones who are inconvenienced by us.

Retirement

I recently wrote about (1) preventing the elderly from driving (here) and (2) encouraging elderly Supreme Court justices to retire (here). Federal appellate judge Richard A. Posner, who has written a book about aging and old age, has some thoughts about mandatory retirement here. His fellow blogger, Nobel Prize-winning economist Gary S. Becker, comments here.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

The obvious question between the lines of "Growing Problem for Military Recruiters: Parents" (front page, June 3) is, Where do our leaders in Washington stand on this issue? They are parents, too, and they overwhelmingly support the war in Iraq. Are they encouraging their children to enlist?

When President Bush stands in the Rose Garden extolling the virtues of the war in Iraq, I wonder: What are Jenna and Barbara doing this summer? The disturbing reality is that the children of the men who decided to take our country to war are pursuing the cushy, safe jobs of the elite while other people's children are fighting and dying.

Isn't leadership more than mere words?

Barbara Ash
Weston, Conn., June 3, 2005

Ambrose Bierce

Past, n. That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we have a slight and regrettable acquaintance. A moving line called the Present parts it from an imaginary period known as the Future. These two grand divisions of Eternity, of which the one is continually effacing the other, are entirely unlike. The one is dark with sorrow and disappointment, the other bright with prosperity and joy. The Past is the region of sobs, the Future is the realm of song. In one crouches Memory, clad in sackcloth and ashes, mumbling penitential prayer; in the sunshine of the other Hope flies with a free wing, beckoning to temples of success and bowers of ease. Yet the Past is the Future of yesterday, the Future is the Past of to-morrow. They are one—the knowledge and the dream.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Liberal Stupidity

Here is a straight news report from today's New York Times. I quote:

Pastor Lawrence White of Our Savior Lutheran Church in Houston said churches had long played major roles in American political life, as meeting houses during the Revolution and sanctuaries during the civil rights era. "Everything of significance in the United States of America began in her churches," he said to ringing cheers and applause.

"This is not about candidates and politics, Republicans and Democrats," he added. "This is about life."

He continued, "When the governor of Texas will stand for life and marriage and family, then we will stand with him."

But nobody mentioned Texas' position as the state with the most executions.

The reporter has ceased being a reporter and become an advocate. He is implying that it is contradictory to be both pro-life on the issue of abortion and in favor of the death penalty. It's not contradictory, of course, as anyone with any sense knows. The relevant principle is that innocent human life must not be destroyed. We Texans execute convicted murderers because, and only because, we value innocent human life. Have liberals lost the concept of the innocent, or are they just stupid?

Marijuana

It's not a good day for federalism. See here.

Addendum: Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas vindicates federalism in this dissenting opinion. I hope President Bush elevates him, rather than Antonin Scalia, to the Chief Justiceship. I like Thomas better—and he's younger.

Sunday, 5 June 2005

Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré

Lance Armstrong's final tuneup for the Tour de France began today in France with the prologue (opening stage) of the Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré. Don't expect Lance to win. He's not there to win. He's there to prepare. Today's prologue was won by his teammate, American George Hincapie. Here is Georgie in his space-age outfit. What would the racers of old think about the new technology?

The Sad Case of Larry Summers

I have just completed a slow, careful reading of the transcription of remarks made by Harvard University president Lawrence H. Summers on 14 January 2005. See here. For the life of me, I don’t know why the remarks provoked such controversy in an institution of higher education. Summers made it clear from the outset that he was trying to explain something, not justify it. His heart is clearly on the side of the feminists, but his scientific brain requires hypothesis and evidence before he forms a belief about the reasons for the “underrepresentation” of women in science and engineering.

Summers propounded three “broad hypotheses” to explain the underrepresentation. The first is that men and women are not equally willing to pay the price for high-powered jobs—even if they are equally able to. The second is that men and women have different aptitudes (abilities) for such jobs. The third is that women are discriminated against, either directly or through socialization. Immediately after sketching these hypotheses, Summers said that he had listed them in the order of their “importance.” It’s not clear what he means by this. Perhaps he is saying that the first hypothesis explains more of the underrepresentation than the second or third and that the second hypothesis explains more than the third. For example, differential willingness to undertake high-powered jobs might explain half of the underrepresentation, while differential aptitudes explains 30% and discrimination the remaining 20%.

Philosophically speaking, all Summers is doing is analytically separating (i.e., identifying) possible causal factors. Whether the factors are actually causing the phenomenon—and, if so, to what extent—is a matter for scientific investigation. Harvard is a university, ostensibly committed to the acquisition of knowledge. One would think that his remarks would have been understood in that spirit. But Harvard has long since been taken over by ideologues. They don’t approach issues like workforce representation scientifically—in a spirit of disinterested inquiry. They approach them politically and dogmatically. Certain hypotheses must not be entertained, much less tested. They might tell us something we don’t want to know, such as that there are innate differences between men and women that manifest themselves in different choices. There is ample evidence for this hypothesis.

There was a poignant moment in Summers’s remarks. He told a story about his twin daughters. He and his wife, he said, gave the girls trucks but not dolls. The poor girls put one truck inside another and referred to them as “daddy truck” and “baby truck.” What does this tell you about innate differences? Here were feminist ideologues—at least in the home—who did everything they could to keep their girls from being socialized into traditional sex roles, and the girls, to their credit, refused to go along. They are living refutations of feminist dogma.

Read the remarks for yourself. You know the controversy that ensued. You know what was said about and done to Larry Summers by the Harvard faculty. He was given a choice between debasing himself and resigning. It speaks volumes about what kind of place Harvard is. How sad. A great institution of higher learning has been taken over by intellectual midgets and moral retards.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Your May 30 editorial "Class and the American Dream" falls into the "meritocracy" trap.

A free country is one where everyone has the opportunity for success. As used to be true in this country, a man could be a success without graduating from high school, and a man could fail having graduated with honors from an Ivy League school.

Freedom is freedom, not a guarantee of success for the high achievers. I would hate to live in a country where some measure of achievement whose standards are never really stated (but the government usually administers the test) determines my course of action.

The cure you suggest—more government programs aimed at the middle and lower classes—simply cements the class concept into the American mind by way of government enforcement.

How about getting the government out of the way so that each individual can try to live a fulfilling life by whatever nonviolent means he or she chooses?

William J. Decker
San Diego, May 30, 2005

To the Editor:

I appreciate your "Class Matters" series, highlighting the pervasive effects of social class on individual lives—whether through poverty, stunted aspirations, poor education, lack of access to health care or inadequate housing.

It is a stain on our society—and a mockery of the American Dream—that class origin has come to function more and more as caste, as a fixed and unequal condition, with less and less contact and flow between the worlds of the haves and the have-nots.

More than 40 years ago, I was the child of poor and uneducated parents. But I was lucky—and I had help from, and formed social ties with, others who were more fortunate than I was. But as the worlds of the rich and the poor grow more remote from one another, such help and ties are less in evidence. More to the point, class is an artifact of society and not of nature.

We owe our fellow citizens something better than an institutional structure that allows their fates to depend so deeply on the brute luck of class origin.

Debra Satz
Stanford, Calif., May 26, 2005
The writer is the chairwoman of the philosophy department at Stanford University.

Barney Calame

Here is the inaugural column by the new public editor of The New York Times. The first public editor, Daniel Okrent, was a miserable failure. Among other things, he never took Paul Krugman to task for the latter's intellectual dishonesty.

Safire on Language

Here is William Safire's weekly language column from The New York Times Magazine.

Ambrose Bierce

Degenerate, adj. Less conspicuously admirable than one's ancestors. The contemporaries of Homer were striking examples of degeneracy; it required ten of them to raise a rock or a riot that one of the heroes of the Trojan war could have raised with ease. Homer never tires of sneering at "men who live in these degenerate days," which is perhaps why they suffered him to beg his bread—a marked instance of returning good for evil, by the way, for if they had forbidden him he would certainly have starved.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Senator Clinton

I've said some provocative things in this blog about Hillary Clinton. I honestly don't think she's ever been a leftist. We know that she was once a conservative (a Goldwater Girl). Where is she now? Where will she be in ten years? I think she's becoming more conservative with age. Why should that be so surprising? It happens to many of us. A neoconservative, by definition, is a conservative who was once a liberal. Speaking of Hillary, Justin Shutters sent a link to this blog, the author of which thinks Hillary will never be president.

Addendum: I'm not being sexist by referring to Senator Clinton as "Hillary." If I called her "Clinton," someone might think I'm referring to President Clinton. Perhaps I should refer to her as "Senator Clinton." I'll try to do that from now on.

Saturday, 4 June 2005

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

Re "Fear and Rejection" (column, June 2):

David Brooks is mistaken: far from discrediting American liberalism, European experiences vindicate it.

German and French workers now work about 1,450 hours a year, while Americans work about 1,800 hours. But Europeans have higher life expectancy and lower infant mortality than Americans, achieved through mostly public rather than private health care provision. And they receive more generous pensions, child policies, disability and other benefits than Americans.

In other words, Europeans get more services (and better outcomes) for less work, while Americans get fewer services for more work.

And Europeans enjoy more equitable wealth distribution, less poverty, lower crime and incarceration rates, and stronger environmental and safety standards than Americans.

The key pressure on these policies is aging populations, as noted by Mr. Brooks, and not some purported inferiority of the European model. (Solutions to that pressure, like increasing fertility and immigration while encouraging older workers to stay employed, are likewise demographic.)

German, French and Dutch voters have many desires. Trading their social achievements for what Mr. Brooks euphemistically terms "flexibility" is not among them.

Willem Maas
New York, June 2, 2005
The writer is an assistant professor of politics and European studies at New York University.

To the Editor:

David Brooks is right in noting that what American liberals want has been tried in Europe and has failed. Europe has tried high taxes, big welfare states, nationalized health plans and subsidies galore, and Europe's quality of life has eroded.

So why are so many intelligent Americans still lefties?

Being a lefty on economic issues—since the fall of the Berlin Wall, the breakup of the Soviet Union and now with Europe's prolonged economic malaise—is like being a flat-earther after Columbus.

Jeff E. Jared
Kirkland, Wash., June 2, 2005

Persuasion

Matt Miller wonders whether persuasion is dead. He says (see here) that people seek out what confirms their beliefs rather than what disconfirms them. But there are two errors here, not one. One error consists in not being open to persuasion (or in being insufficiently open). The other consists in being too open. I have firm beliefs (and opinions) about many things. Unless you show me that my beliefs (opinions) are contradictory, I have no reason to change them. If you wish to change a particular belief of mine, you must show me that it contradicts an even more firmly held belief. Persuasion—rational persuasion—is a matter of showing person X that X's existing beliefs commit X to believing some further proposition. If I reject your premises, you have no leverage with me. You are, in technical terms, begging the question. If you want instruction in how to argue, i.e., rationally persuade, see here. Perhaps our politicians ought to read it.

Ambrose Bierce

Obsessed, pp. Vexed by an evil spirit, like the Gadarene swine and other critics. Obsession was once more common than it is now. Arasthus tells of a peasant who was occupied by a different devil for every day in the week, and on Sundays by two. They were frequently seen, always walking in his shadow, when he had one, but were finally driven away by the village notary, a holy man; but they took the peasant with them, for he vanished utterly. A devil thrown out of a woman by the Archbishop of Rheims ran through the streets, pursued by a hundred persons, until the open country was reached, where by a leap higher than a church spire he escaped into a bird. A chaplain in Cromwell's army exorcised a soldier's devil by throwing the soldier into the water, when the devil came to the surface. The soldier, unfortunately, did not.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Golden Pickle Juice

Be honest. You have drunk the juice from a dill-pickle jar. Today I made an exciting discovery: They make pickle juice for drinking! After today's bike rally in Mesquite, I joined my friends in the air-conditioned exhibition building to eat, drink, and tell war stories. One of the promotional tables had cups of pickle juice. I drank two cups. It's delicious! As I sit here, hours later, I'm craving it. I hope my local grocery store carries it, or I may have to order a case directly from the manufacturer, shipping expense be damned. By the way, the drink is made in Mesquite, just thirty-odd miles from my house. Here is the company's website.

Kayaking the Missouri River

David Cortner came through for me by sending a larger image of me in the kayak. Here it is:

What a gorgeous day it was! And quiet. It was wonderful to be so far away from people, roads, and motor vehicles.

Friday, 3 June 2005

Two Hundred Years Ago

As most of you know, this is the bicentennial of the Lewis and Clark expedition. I'm reading the journals in real time for the third time. I read them 190 years after the fact, 194 years after the fact, and now 200 years after the fact. It takes more than three years each time. Two months ago (i.e., in April 1805), the Corps of Discovery left winter camp near present-day Bismarck, North Dakota, to follow the Missouri River to its source. No white person had ever been beyond the confluence of the Missouri and Yellowstone Rivers. On 3 June 1805—200 years ago today—the expedition came to a halt. The Corps had reached a fork in the road. Every other large tributary had been made known to them by native peoples during the winter, but this river hadn't been mentioned. Because the decision was so important, Lewis and Clark took their time deliberating. Here are the journal entries of this date. If you're interested in reading along, you may do so by going to this site every day. Feel free to pepper me with questions. I know far more than I ought to about the expedition.

Addendum: In 1989, I kayaked the Missouri River from Fort Benton to Virgelle Ferry, where I capsized. My friend David Cortner and I floated past the confluence of the Missouri and Marias Rivers. Unlike Lewis and Clark, I didn't notice it, probably because I was going downriver. Here is an aerial photograph of the confluence:

Here I am in the kayak:

Perhaps David can e-mail me a larger image. Speaking of David, here he is:

I had a good time, despite almost losing my life.

Texana

If you're ever in Fort Worth (my home town), visit Billy Bob's Texas: The World's Largest Honky Tonk. (What the hell is a honky tonk?)

Addendum: Now I know. See here.

Animal Rights

Many people have a visceral response to the idea of animal rights. They say it’s impossible, nonsensical, absurd. But why? To say that an animal has a particular right, such as a right not to be harmed, isn’t to say that it has any other particular right, such as a right to vote, much less that it has all rights. We know that children, for example, have certain rights but not others. Why can’t the same be true of animals?

Another important distinction, often ignored, is that between positive and negative rights. A positive right is a right to do or have something. If there is a right to health care, as liberals claim, it is a positive right. Voting is a positive right. But many rights are negative. I have a right not to be killed, battered, robbed, stolen from, or defamed. Why can’t animals have negative rights? Perhaps animals have only one right: a negative right not to be made to suffer.

Yet another confusion is between absolute and defeasible rights. An absolute right may not be infringed; a defeasible right may be infringed under certain circumstances. Most of our rights are defeasible. There is a right to speak, but not to yell fire in a crowded theater. There is a right to exercise your religion, but not if it requires human sacrifice. Rights are defeasible because there is more than one valuable thing. Even the right to life is defeasible, which is why execution of murderers is not a violation of it.

There are many other important distinctions to be made in the realm of rights. Let me mention just one more: between legal rights and moral rights. Legal rights are conferred by government and would not exist without government. Moral rights exist independently of government. Indeed, they set limits on what government may do. Read Jefferson’s Declaration of Independence to see an example of moral (often called “natural”) rights. There are two sorts of argument one can have about legal rights. The first is whether a particular legal right exists. Lawyers are expert in answering this question. The second is whether a particular legal right should exist. Everyone is competent to answer this question, since it’s a moral question. (There are no moral experts.) Even if animals had no legal rights, it could be true that they should.

When I say that I’m a proponent of animal rights, all I mean is that I believe that animals have moral status. They’re not nothing, morally speaking. There are moral limits to what we can do to them. We can wrong them. They have (valid) claims on us. They’re entitled to be treated a certain way. There’s nothing mysterious about any of these claims. Indeed, we say such things all the time about humans.

By the way, utilitarians don’t believe in rights (even for humans), but this doesn’t prevent them from using the language of rights. Here is Peter Singer:

In misguided attempts to refute the arguments of this book, some philosophers have gone to much trouble developing arguments to show that animals do not have rights. They have claimed that to have rights a being must be autonomous, or must be a member of a community, or must have the ability to respect the rights of others, or must possess a sense of justice. These claims are irrelevant to the case for Animal Liberation. The language of rights is a convenient political shorthand. It is even more valuable in the era of thirty-second TV news clips than it was in [Jeremy] Bentham’s day; but in the argument for a radical change in our attitude to animals, it is in no way necessary. (Peter Singer, Animal Liberation, 2d ed. [New York: The New York Review of Books, 1990], 8 [endnote omitted])

The question is not whether animals can have rights, or even whether they do in fact have rights, but which rights they have. I submit to you that they have one basic right: the right to have their suffering taken into consideration in our deliberations. If that right were respected, it would change the world.

Diversity

See here for Dr Bill Vallicella's post on diversity and divisiveness.

Twenty Years Ago

6-3-85 . . . I see that I was in love with Gino Vannelli’s music as early as five years ago, when I lived in Madison Heights, Michigan. I probably heard his music first on Detroit’s jazz station, WJZZ. These days, coincidentally, Vannelli has a new album in the record stores and a new song on the airwaves. The song, “Black Cars Look Better In The Shade,” [the song is “Black Cars,” from Black Cars (1985), which I have on compact disc] is excellent. I can barely sit still when I hear it, so lively is the rhythm and so moody are the lyrics. Vannelli is a master musician. I just wish that Moira were as much in love with music as I am. In all honesty, I don’t understand people for whom music is not an inspiration. Music, to me, is a source of energy, the mainspring of my soul. I can’t imagine, and don’t even want to think about, a world in which music does not exist.

I mentioned briefly the other day that I finished reading Albert Camus’s novel The Stranger—for the second time. I first read this book in the fall of 1976, when I was a sophomore in college [at The University of Michigan-Flint]; but at the time, I didn’t quite grasp Camus’s message. I identified with the alienation and unemotionalism of the main character, Meursault, but I didn’t understand that the book was also an indictment of complacency, habit, and traditional ways of doing things. Meursault, for example, seems entirely unmoved by his mother’s death; it was bound to happen, he was powerless to prevent it from happening, and he quickly learns to accept it. I, of course, feel differently about my mother than did Meursault, but his reaction prompts one to reconsider one’s attitudes toward death, love, and family loyalty. I felt sad during portions of the book, but happy—liberated—during others, as when Meursault learns to enjoy the simple things about prison life. All in all, this is a splendid book, a book that every intelligent person should read at one time or another. It is also a book that I would like to have written.

Today I finished reading another book, Lon L. Fuller’s [1902-1978] The Morality of Law [rev. ed. (New Haven and London: Yale University Press, 1969)]. I’m embarrassed to admit that I began reading this book more than five years ago, and only today made my way through it. But that’s understandable, given my law-school studies and the intervening bar exams. It was only when I was working on my bad-samaritan paper for Joel Feinberg’s [Philosophy of Law] course this past fall that I began reading the book again. I’m glad that I did. There is a lot with which I agree in Fuller’s book. Fuller is a natural-law theorist, in the sense that he believes that there is a necessary relationship between law and morality, and I particularly like his distinction between the “morality of duty” and the “morality of aspiration.” In fact, I’ve discussed Fuller’s distinction in at least two of my published articles (the suicide article and the forthcoming bad-samaritan article). One of these days, I’d like to read the main works of Fuller’s intellectual nemesis, H. L. A. Hart [1907-1992]. Hart is an analytical positivist, and my feeling at this point is that I’m on Fuller’s side. But I’ll reserve judgment on the matter until later.

Plato (c. 429-347 BC) on the Properly Ordered Soul

And in the matter of acquiring wealth he [viz., the just man, the man of understanding] will order his life in harmony with the same purpose. He will not be carried away by the vulgar notion of happiness into heaping up an unbounded store which would bring him endless troubles. Rather, in adding to or spending his substance, he will, to the best of his power, be guided by watchful care that neither want nor abundance may unsettle the constitution set up in his soul. Again, in accepting power and honours he will keep the same end in view, ready to enjoy any position in public or private life which he thinks will make him a better man, and avoiding any that would break down the established order within him.

(Plato, The Republic of Plato, trans. Francis MacDonald Cornford [London: Oxford University Press, 1941], pt. IV, chap. XXXIV, p. 319)

From the Mailbag

I don't know if you are interested but here is a link to a recent "cultural competency" scandal at the University of Oregon. This is a faculty letter of protest with the link to the original document which is really worth reading word by word even though it is kind of long.

Yours Sincerely,
Alex Kleshchev
Math. Dept.
UO

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

As a pro-American Brit, I agree with almost all of Thomas L. Friedman's comments in "America's DNA" (column, June 1). Your wonderful country has become virtually unrecognizable within a remarkably short period of time.

With my wife and two children, now 24 and 21, I enjoyed four extended (by American standards) trips to your country. A more friendly, welcoming place you would be surprised to find. We each can and do boast that we have seen large parts of 21 of your 50 states.

I would love to see more.

But I won't until you let me know that you are back to normal.

My next extended holiday will be to India—a country I have been to only once, but have found it also to be very welcoming, friendly and wonderful.

Please rejoin us in the real world.

Gerry McDevitt
Surrey, England, June 1, 2005

Cowards in Our Midst

I was out running a few minutes ago when a large vehicle went past in the other direction. Just as I heard someone yell “boom!” and laugh, I felt something hit me on the right shoulder. The laughter continued as the vehicle went down the road. I realized pretty quickly what happened. Someone threw a baseball-sized wad of ice at me, perhaps a snow cone. The person may have been trying to hit me in the face, in which case my eyeglasses would have been smashed (and perhaps my nose broken). Somebody calculate the force of the ice. I was running at almost eight miles per hour. The vehicle was going about forty. I didn’t stop, slow, or look back. I completed my five-kilometer run with no further incident.

The incident made me mad, obviously. How could someone be so cowardly and malicious? Actually, I’m not sure “cowardly” is the right word. A coward is someone who cannot muster the will to risk life or limb in a good cause. What’s the good cause here? But I suppose there’s a looser sense of the word in which it connotes unwillingness to risk retaliation for one’s malicious deeds. In any event, the person who threw the ice has bad character. I wonder about the person’s friends in the vehicle. They saw their “friend” attack an innocent, defenseless person without risking retaliation. They must be very proud to be associated with him. How long before they become his victims? And the young man who threw the ice will have to live with himself. If I could have said something to him, it would have been only this: “It’s obvious that you’re not yet a man.”

By the way, I had a good run. I took my watch for the first time in ages to get a bearing on my fitness. Naturally, this made me run faster, because I knew I’d have to log the time and speed. I completed the 3.1 miles in 23:44.43, which computes to a mile pace of 7:39.49. I haven’t gone that fast at any distance since 6 December 2003, shortly before my most recent marathon. Of course, I’ve slowed considerably in the past half dozen years. My record on this neighborhood course is 6:33.80. My record for five kilometers (I’ve done 370 of them) is 6:08.75.

One more thing. While logging my run at the computer, I noticed that the very first run I logged occurred 25 years ago today, on 3 June 1980. I was a law student, having just completed my first year. I wrote in my journal that I ran a mile in 7:41 (probably at the nearby high-school track). In a sense, I’ve been running for a quarter of a century. But realistically, I’ve been running since September 1996, when I began marathon training for the first time. I run; therefore, I am.

Ambrose Bierce

Regalia, n. Distinguishing insignia, jewels and costume of such ancient and honorable orders as Knights of Adam; Visionaries of Delectable Bosh; the Ancient Order of Modern Troglodytes; the League of Holy Humbug; the Golden Phalanx of Phalangers; the Genteel Society of Expurgated Hoodlums; the Mystic Alliance of Gorgeous Regalians; Knights and Ladies of the Yellow Dog; the Oriental Order of Sons of the West; the Blatherhood of Insufferable Stuff; Warriors of the Long Bow; Guardians of the Great Horn Spoon; the Band of Brutes; the Impenitent Order of Wife-Beaters; the Sublime Legion of Flamboyant Conspicuants; Worshipers at the Electroplated Shrine; Shining Inaccessibles; Fee-Faw-Fummers of the Inimitable Grip; Jannissaries of the Broad-Blown Peacock; Plumed Increscencies of the Magic Temple; the Grand Cabal of Able-Bodied Sedentarians; Associated Deities of the Butter Trade; the Garden of Galoots; the Affectionate Fraternity of Men Similarly Warted; the Flashing Astonishers; Ladies of Horror; Coöperative Association for Breaking into the Spotlight; Dukes of Eden; Disciples Militant of the Hidden Faith; Knights-Champions of the Domestic Dog; the Holy Gregarians; the Resolute Optimists; the Ancient Sodality of Inhospitable Hogs; Associated Sovereigns of Mendacity; Dukes-Guardian of the Mystic Cesspool; the Society for Prevention of Prevalence; Kings of Drink; Polite Federation of Gents-Consequential; the Mysterious Order of the Undecipherable Scroll; Uniformed Rank of Lousy Cats; Monarchs of Worth and Hunger; Sons of the South Star; Prelates of the Tub-and-Sword.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Note from AnalPhilosopher: Any of these would make a great name for a blog!

Thursday, 2 June 2005

Twenty Years Ago

6-2-85 For the second consecutive Sunday I rode my bike. Both times, I needed to get out of the apartment for a few hours to sort out my thoughts and feelings. Both times, I arrived back at the apartment feeling renewed and strong, both physically and emotionally. Today I rode to Mission San Xavier Del Bac. The weather was superb; the traffic was light; and my music, as usual, was enjoyable. I stopped at Mike Spille’s house on the way to the Mission and said hello. He was glad to see me. We chatted about our respective job searches, school (Mike says that he may not go back to school this fall), and basketball. You cannot ask for a better friend than Mike. Finally, eager to make good time on my bike trip this afternoon, I said goodbye and struck out on Speedway Boulevard for the Mission.

Of all the bike routes that I have laid out and follow, the route to the Mission is the flattest, topographically. Perhaps that’s why I made such good time today. All told, I rode 42.4 miles in only four hours nine minutes, for a gross average speed of 10.21 miles per hour. That’s my best average speed in six outings this year. The wind was at my face during the ride to the Mission, but was at my back on the way home. I find that my legs are already strong, after riding only 232.8 miles this year (since 17 February). I now need to average 33.4 miles per week in order to break my all-time record of 1235.3 miles set in 1982. It’s going to be hard, but I still have a chance. Thirty weeks is a long time in which to ride.

The Mission is as beautiful as ever; I hadn’t been there in nearly a year. I could see the Mission far off in the distance as I pedalled southward on Mission Road, and when I got closer I once again marvelled at its whiteness and purity. As I was telling Moira yesterday, I feel humble and emotional whenever I’m around historic places, because I know that hundreds of years ago people lived, prayed, and died there. The Mission, for example, served as a meetingplace and focal point for countless Indians and Spaniards. I rode quietly by, looked at the people and cars that were scattered around, and found a bench on which to rest and eat my lunch. Within minutes, however, I was on my way back home. Upon arriving at the apartment, I found that my face and back were covered with white particles—probably salt that I had perspired. So I wiped it off and spent a half hour relaxing in the swimming pool. It felt good. Nobody would have suspected that I just rode forty-two miles at a brisk speed. [My standards have changed. This past Saturday, in Burleson, Texas, I rode 59.13 miles at an average speed of 17.63 miles per hour, which I consider slow. My lowest average speed in 352 bike rallies is 14.21 miles per hour—in Lancaster on 10 April 2004. My highest is 25.34 miles per hour—in Dallas on 6 May 1990.]

Noonan on Felt

Here is Peggy Noonan's column about Deep Throat, er, Mark Felt. Opinions of Felt map onto opinions of Richard Nixon. If you like Nixon, you dislike Felt, and vice versa. Let me know if you hear of someone who likes or dislikes both.

Bryan A. Garner on British Usage

[T]he Brits . . . have long needed help in punctuation. Not that Americans can’t use some as well, but the British need it even more. In fact, it’s fair to say that in edited prose, American standards of usage are generally higher than British ones. That may seem hard to substantiate, but 25 years of close professional observation, and voluminous research and writing on the subject, make it pretty clear to me.

(Bryan A. Garner, “Don’t Know Much About Punctuation: Notes on a Stickler Wannabe,” review of Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, by Lynne Truss, Texas Law Review 83 [April 2005]: 1443-52, at 1444 [footnote omitted])

Addendum: Here, courtesy of Alex Chernavsky, is a review (by Louis Menand) of Lynne Truss's book, which I confess to not having read (or wanting to).

Decadence

There are two reasons why the United States Supreme Court should not cite foreign precedents. First, there is no constitutional warrant for it. Second, we have nothing to learn from foreigners, especially decadent Europeans. See here.

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

"'Deep Throat' Unmasks Himself: Ex-No. 2 at F.B.I." (front page, June 1):

The patriot who informed the Washington Post reporters Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward of ways to research information that resulted in the exposure of the Watergate break-in of the Democratic National Committee headquarters and subsequent crimes of cover-up and misuse of power is W. Mark Felt, then the No. 2 official at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Mr. Felt's courage in leading these reporters to investigate the actions of the Nixon administration, White House staff members and others related to the Committee to Re-elect the President ultimately led to Nixon's resignation and multiple indictments, trials and convictions.

Mr. Felt's only option was to go to the press. Any investigation, grand jury indictments or legal actions through the Justice Department were impossible, with one of the co-conspirators being the attorney general himself.

For his courage and patriotism, Mr. Felt should be awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom "for exceptionally meritorious contributions to national security interests of the United States."

John V. Gallagher
Glassboro, N.J., June 1, 2005

To the Editor:

Deep Throat's sympathizers seem to think that his motive was some sense of duty to help expose corruption at the highest level. But I wonder whether W. Mark Felt would have answered this call to duty if President Nixon had appointed him to lead the F.B.I. after J. Edgar Hoover's death.

The only lesson learned here is not to upset a guy who may have a lot of dirt on you. I agree with Patrick J. Buchanan that Deep Throat is a dishonorable man. He sought revenge at the expense of professionalism and integrity.

Martin Krezalek
Brooklyn, June 1, 2005

Dean and the Democrats

My guess is that most of my readers are readers of Michelle Malkin's blog (although only a small percentage of her readers are readers of mine). For those of you who don't read her blog on a regular basis, here is an interesting post about the effect Howard Dean has on monied donors. Lately, Dean has been talking crazy. Let me correct that. For as long as I have listened to him, he has talked crazy.

Derbyshire’s Mistake

John Derbyshire of National Review Online received the following message from a reader (see here):

The fact that different people will reach different conclusions about the moral status of an embryo is not in itself evidence that the answer to the question is unknowable, any more than the fact that different people reached different conclusions about the moral status of black slaves 150 years ago was evidence that the answer to that question is (or was) unknowable. I’m assuming you wouldn’t make the claim that if the Civil War had turned out differently, the moral status of blacks, or slavery, would also be different?

The reader appears to be questioning the validity of the following argument form:

1. There is disagreement about moral proposition X.
Therefore,
2. X is unknowable, or devoid of truth value.

To say that this argument form is invalid is to say that the truth of its premise is compatible with the falsity of its conclusion. How would you go about establishing such a claim? One way is to give it content. If you can instantiate (i.e., provide an instance of) the argument form in such a way that the premise comes out true and the conclusion false, then you will know that the argument form is invalid, for no valid argument, by definition, has true premises and a false conclusion. Here is the reader’s instantiation:

1. There is (was) disagreement about the proposition that slaves have moral status.
Therefore,
2. The proposition that slaves have moral status is unknowable, or devoid of truth value.

The premise is factual in nature (as opposed to evaluative). Anyone who has studied the history of slavery knows that it is true. But few people would affirm the conclusion. I’m sure Derbyshire rejects it. He obviously thinks that it’s knowable that slaves have moral status (and that the proposition that slaves have moral status is true). So Derbyshire thinks the premise of this argument is true and its conclusion false. Therefore, Derbyshire thinks this is an invalid argument. But this argument has the same form as the following argument:

1. There is disagreement about the proposition that human embryos have moral status.
Therefore,
2. The proposition that human embryos have moral status is unknowable, or devoid of truth value.

We have two arguments. One—the argument about the moral status of slaves—is known to be invalid. Since the arguments have the same form, and since validity concerns only form (not content), the other argument—about human embryos—is invalid as well. In other words, either both arguments are valid or both are invalid. But one is invalid. Therefore, the other is invalid.

The reader has proved, by a method known as refutation by logical analogy—a method as old as philosophy itself, and that we philosophers teach to our students—that the embryo argument is invalid. What is Derbyshire’s problem? Why does he consider it a fallacy? He seems to think there is something wrong with using slavery as a fulcrum. Not at all. Slavery is a perfect fulcrum, for our intuitions and judgments about slavery (as well as about what Hitler did) are clear. No amount of disagreement about the moral status of slaves will persuade us that slaves lack moral status or that the proposition that slaves lack moral status is devoid of truth value. The method of refutation by logical analogy works precisely because it moves from what we know to what we don’t know. It enforces consistency. The reader’s argument is unassailable. Derbyshire is simply mistaken in dismissing it as a fallacy.

Ambrose Bierce

Tail, n. The part of an animal's spine that has transcended its natural limitations to set up an independent existence in a world of its own. Excepting in his fœtal state, Man is without a tail, a privation of which he attests an hereditary and uneasy consciousness by the coat-skirt of the male and the train of the female, and by a marked tendency to ornament that part of his attire where the tail should be, and indubitably once was. This tendency is most observable in the female of the species, in whom the ancestral sense is strong and persistent. The tailed men described by Lord Monboddo are now generally regarded as a product of an imagination unusually susceptible to influences generated in the golden age of our pithecan past.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

David Frum

I think very highly of David Frum as a thinker and—almost as importantly—as a writer. Life is short, so one must read only quality material. See here for Frum's blog. (Thanks to Grant Brown for the link.)

Wednesday, 1 June 2005

Beautiful Atrocities

By compiling this list, Jeff shows his resemblance to, and affinity for, Hitler. Just kidding.

The Jayson Awards

Paul Krugman is the most intellectually dishonest person I've ever known. He is a disgrace to academia. Fortunately, there are people who are smarter and more honest than Krugman to call him out. Foremost among these is Donald Luskin. See here.

Addendum: It occurs to me that someone might read this as a partisan rant. It's not. Ann Coulter, a conservative, is also intellectually dishonest, but she's nowhere near as bad as Paul Krugman.

Frum on Scully on Animals

Here is David Frum's review of Matthew Scully's book Dominion: The Power of Man, the Suffering of Animals, and the Call to Mercy. I suspect most people think of animal rights as a liberal cause. It has nothing to do with liberalism or conservatism.

Consequences of 9-11

Thomas Friedman thinks 9-11 changed things. See here. He's right. It awakened Americans from their dogmatic slumbers. We now know that we are envied and hated throughout the world—especially the Muslim world—and that we must protect ourselves both domestically and internationally. The war in Iraq didn't cause the envy and hatred, for these vile emotions preceded the war. The war in Iraq is our waying of showing our enemies that we will not tolerate their crimes.

Gratification #39

Here.

David Gratzer on Health Care

[H]ealth insurance covers just about everything. Usually, insurance covers people for rare and unforeseen events. Car insurance, for example, helps in the event of a major accident—but not for filling the car with gas after a long Sunday drive or replacing worn brake pads. In contrast, health coverage kicks in when people get an annual physical exam or routine blood work.

(David Gratzer, “What Ails Health Care,” The Public Interest [spring 2005]: 109-24, at 112)

From Today's New York Times

To the Editor:

When I was 7 years old, I told my mother that I wanted to be a teacher. She said: "Absolutely not. Teachers are not respected in this country." She had been a teacher in Taiwan, where teachers are revered.

Having defied my mother and become a teacher, I have to admit that she is right. While teachers are appreciated in theory, they are not respected professionally.

Matt Miller's proposal for elevating the status of teachers exemplifies the primary method by which professional respect is communicated in our society: money. But the exchange that the teachers' union would have to make is to place differential values on its members.

Additionally, the union must admit that some of its members are not worthy of the respect that the union has worked so hard to build.

Unfortunately, I don't anticipate that either side will be able or willing to make the monetary or philosophical compromises required to take the first step toward elevating the status of teachers.

Sarah Chu
New York, May 28, 2005
The writer is a middle-school science teacher in a New York City public school.

Ambrose Bierce

Guillotine, n. A machine which makes a Frenchman shrug his shoulders with good reason.

In his great work on Divergent Lines of Racial Evolution, the learned Professor Brayfugle argues from the prevalence of this gesture—the shrug—among Frenchmen, that they are descended from turtles and it is simply a survival of the habit of retracting the head inside the shell. It is with reluctance that I differ with so eminent an authority, but in my judgment (as more elaborately set forth and enforced in my work entitled Hereditary Emotions—lib. II, c. XI) the shrug is a poor foundation upon which to build so important a theory, for previously to the Revolution the gesture was unknown. I have not a doubt that it is directly referable to the terror inspired by the guillotine during the period of that instrument's activity.

(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, c. 1911)

Telephone Talk

Michael Gilleland saw my post about party lines and sent me a link to a post of his own on the subject. See here.