|David Gelernter, Wozniak wannabe|
and self-proclaimed artist
Here’s a letter I won’t be sending the author:
Dear Mr. Gelernter,
You’ve probably gotten lots of hate mail for your WSJ opinion piece “The Real Reason They Hate Trump,” which must feel validating.
Noticing your credentials, I wonder if you have a binary preference for one or zero...I mean, after stringing so many together, like say, for self-driving AI— three hundred million lines of code— but then, Boom!— another accident, because of the universe’s perversely infinite unknowns.
It’s cruel, the perfection expected of your profession. And of course neither ones or zeros are guilty in bad code; just one rule applies: garbage in, garbage out.
I was also curious about the other half of your article’s binary: love. For the hell of it, I counted instances of “hate” vs. “love” in your article. Seeing 13 uses of “hate” vs. only four for “love” might tempt a conclusion of intent, but that would be as ridiculous as declaring disproportionate ones and zeros prejudicial.
I’ve got to say however, announcing early as a Machiavelli fan was daring. He is certainly even more hated than Trump. Screw that “speaking truth to power” stuff, he spoke it about power and look where it got him. Of course, he’s dead now, so only his techniques are hated. It was nice of you to show some love for those hardcore truths of his.
I notice that no matter how I try, a note of snarkiness intrudes into this missive, for which I apologize. It’s because we both know that Mr Trump’s signature characteristic isn’t any of the sycophantic attributes you adorn him with— it’s because Mr Trump is known primarily for lying. He is the indisputably most documented liar in human history. Yet there are zero instances of the word “lie,” in any form, in your piece.
You can write as many words or lines of code as you please in support and praise of a liar, but the infinite arc of the universe bends toward truth. I’m sorry you believe you can postpone that inevitability, perhaps due to the mathematician’s professional habit of waving off infinity and embracing zero.
The rule still applies: garbage in, garbage out.
What’s fascinating in doing meme posts that rise in increasing alarm at the increasing approach of irreversible harm to every freedom we assume is inviolate is knowing how few will actually realize those freedoms are gone until they themselves fall into the hands of deranged men to whom they’ve given unconstrained power by their silent consent.
You’ll never take anything for granted after it’s gone. Until it’s too late. It’ll be too late after Kavanaugh.
One news outlet— the Toronto Star— found it necessary to create a dedicated metric to document Trump’s daily deceit onslaught. The sheer volume of lies was too overwhelming to comprehend without a better quantifier, so they came up with a “dishonesty density” index.
Scatologists are said to be helping the journal further refine Donald’s daily eliminations by texture, odor and resistance to disinfectant.
He worked for the University of Virginia and the Koch brothers inventing a system of economics to restore America to slave ownership.
Wikipedia cites his approach to economic analysis thusly: “His work in public choice theory is often interpreted as the quintessential instance of economics imperialism”
Notice he named a program that is exactly the reverse of democratic public will “public choice theory.” This diabolically simple marketing technique straight out of Orwell is how stuff gets done in America!
Recommended reading: “Democracy in Chains.”
The interesting times we live in make fine entertainment and fine conditions for the quiet demolition of every single assumed right of every single unassuming screen-obsessed, conflict-averse citizen immune to the death-throe shudders of democracy.
When we say “mob rule,” is it rioting in the streets or wanton anarchist chaos?— no, it’s a day at the White House where the occupant obsesses about squealers and rats and getting the Feds off his back.
When we say “Republican legislator” we mean scheming cohorts in expensive suits twisting every law, yanking every lever and extracting every cent from the People’s treasury to keep themselves and the boss in power.
The last slim hopes before we’re subjects of an eastern bloc autocracy are fading. The mob’s assumed immunity to prosecution is riveting entertainment. Read on, here.
Denise Rohan, the Commander of the American Legion called him out on this inconceivable breach of protocol— and he reversed course and complied.
Cohen likes a comedic pain threshold few can tolerate— a sort of Andy Kaufman zone.
It’s hard laughing at his genius for promoting an absurdity past all human tolerance of insane behavior when the behavior he elicits just isolates and shoves in your face individual instances of daily Trump-era insanities.
The problem is borne of the formula: tragedy + time = comedy. It’s ALWAYS too soon when the joke is ubiquitous, unrelenting and ultimately on you.
“Who is America?” his series asks, and America answers back “could you please pick on somebody else?”