"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." (Wilfred Owen)

"Was the individual made for society, or was society made for the individual? Since society only exists in individuals, if all individuals sacrifice themselves for society, then there will be no society. Therefore society must be made for at least some individuals, and if the some are not all, then the rest must be made for the some." (BMcC[18-11-46-503])

"Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your conutry." (John Fitzgerald Kennedy)

Manage human waste!

Crescit eundo. My webpages here accumulated in a disorganized way. Not good. Material about persons, places, institutions and other things that exist but never should even have been imagined much less come into being, got strewn "all over the place", weeds choking a garden. I (BMcC) am going to try to organize some of this detritus here.

Remember what New York City Mayor Ed Koch said:

If it's yellow let it mellow; if it's brown flush it down.

Good riddance!


Attention, my reader: If you find the above line of text possibly unfit to print, my defense is that Alfred Knopf publisher saw fit to print the first three words, as here written, in 2001, long before Donald J. Trump's presidency caused news media such at The New York Times newspaper to change the rules to permit many things to be printed and/or aired on TV that previously had been verboten. The rightmost word has been "bleeped" for your safety and comfort; it is crucial to the story here.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the effect of words depends on my Weltanshcuauung." (Apocryphal)

I bought a copy of Patricia Volk's book: "Stuffed" (Alfred Knopf, 2001; I was seeking more information about Albert J. Volk, with a picture I took years ago of whose grave memorial I feature/grace my /Incipit page, here).

The book more than repaid the US$12 I paid for it already on page 6, where I read that, as a child, when Patricia misbehaved at the family's Sunday restaurant lunch table, her mother took her outside the restaurant and locked her in the car to wait there for everybody else to finish their meal. There, she breathed on the car window to generate some condensation, and with her finger wrote obscenities in the patina thus formed on the glass: "ASS, BITCH, WHORE" (loc. cit.).

If Patricia Volk could tell her story for publication by Alfred Knopf, I think I can finally come out of the closet after ca. 60 years of keeping my mouth shut in fear: The reason I was subjected to my 1st Inquisition[1] in the "preparatory" (they indeed did prepare me!) school I attended, was that I did what Patricia Volk did, with the difference that, whereas in her case it was all in good fun, in my case, there would have been "consequences" for fessing up to it.

I wrote an obscenity in some by winter's cold naturally occurring condensation on the window of a school bus and the Headmaster S. Atherton Middleton's prig perma-virgin secretary Miss Lillian Lorenz saw it: "FUCK" (¿Did I even know what this word meant other than suspecting my masters did not celebrate students voicing it?). As a perp prep school student I did not have any civil rights vis-à-vis my "masters ".[2] I did not want to lie and sentence a fellow student for a felony he did not commit; but I did not want to be tortured myself, either. I consequently became a "quick study", and, in real time, taught myself to lie to myself so that I could protect myself from my Inquisitors without showing give-myself-away physiological reaction(s): I claimed amnesia ("I do not remember", or something like that).[3][4]

My Inquisitors had made a big mistake: They had not made me swear on a stack of Bibles to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God, subject to penalty of expulsion from school on earth and subsequent eternal damnation in Hell.[5] They had simply made their threat without remembering to ask for me to swear in.

Human waste.

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An heir and a spare (An essay on devaluation)

All trash to recycling!"The power of reproduction is for the good of the species, and the human legislator acts on behalf of the species in establishing monogamous unions of one man with one woman. Individual genital organs are to be used only for a power of the species. The organs are, as it were, on loan from the species and – more important – subject to an exercise of eminent domain by the city." (Mark D. Jordan, "The Invention of Sodomy in Christian Theology", University of Chicago Press, 1997, p. 126)

"Dulce et decorum est pro patria copulare." ("It is sweet and fitting to copulate for your country": to produce more citizens, not for selfish personal pleasure; BMcC[18-11-46-503])

Woman gives birth to nine babies (BBC Online, 6 May 2021 / NYT, +2021.04.30)
A new world record: "A South African woman has reportedly given birth to 10 babies in what would be a new world record... decuplets" (BBC Online, 9 June 2021)

TMTC is an acronym from the nuclear industry for: Too Many to Count. Here we see an unusually large litter of six human infants. Four more and one would have enough to populate a bowling alley. 26 January 2009 a woman in South Africa did produce dectuplets. The greatest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69. (Guiness Book of World Records) A B-52 heavy bomber can carry 70,000 pounds of bombs and has a range without refueling of 7,600 nautical miles. "Bombs away!"

In British Royalty, a royal lady's job is to produce: "an heir and a spare". One to succeed to the title and the other to guarantee the family line should anything happen to the first. (Wikipedia) Being a baby factoryAll trash to recycling! is not just for the mothers of Shakespeare's Falstaff's "food for powder", and/or for mothers of The Third Reich 卐. Princess Diana did her job. I find this offensive to all humanity and degrading to women.

But there's something even more relevant to the quantity v. quality issue here: Suppose you are a poor farmer and your family's protein intake is largely dependent on chicken eggs. Now: suppose you have two chickens. If one of the chickens tries to cross a road (thus becoming a target of opportunity for motor vehicles), of course you will try to rescue your chicken. Now suppose, however, that you only have one chicken. Now, if your one-and-only chicken tried to cross a road you will damned-well try your best to rescue your chicken because you don't have a spare. Which chicken, my reader, would you rather be? This is a parable.

The more of anything, the less each of it or him or her or other is worth. If there are 15 children, inheritance for each is divided by 15. Would you be as unhappy, if you had two Holy Grails and some doofus dropped one on the floor and broke it it, as if your had only one Holy Grail and the doofus smashed that one? Now consider 7.94 * 10 ** 9 chickens Holy Grails persons (If man was made in the image of God, how many God(sic) are there?).[6]

Beaufort 12 storm, associated warning flag: devastation.

I have two cats. I love both dearly. But I cannot love each as much as if I had only one cat, because I am not a 2-core multiprocessor (split-personality). I had an Alice Miller childhood (you probably do not want one!); but I do not consider it necessarily part of the problem that I was an only child. Less [noise] is more [signal] (Mies van der Rohe ~ BMcC modified as indicated). The less noise there is, the easier it to hear a whispered signal; morse code on the telegraph transmits its message better than a purring cat in a Beaufort 12 storm at sea.

If I had to work as an automobile salesman, I would rather sell Bentleys than Kias, even if the pay was not better and I did not get a car from the lot to drive to and from work, because I think there would be less hectic human traffic in the showroom, and I like to be around things (and persons) that have enduring value even if I cannot own them [I once worked in an art museum]. How about you, my reader?

Waste not, want not

Uncle Sam wants you to not make a mess.

People are self-sacrificing: they sacrifice other persons' selfs. They earnestly desire to sacrifice all the messes they make onto others so that the latter can have the privilege of cleaning them [the messes the dumpers have made] up. People desparately want others to be vigorously healthy → so that they [the dumpers] can dump the messes they [the dumpers] make onto them [the dumped upon] (corpses and invalids are incapable of getting the job done in a reasonable period of time, and the dumpers' time is precious). They [the dumpers] self-conveniently never think: "I could not make a mess and then nobody would be burdened with having to clean up after me."

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  1. In my Senior year I would be subjected to a 2nd Inquisition, where I did indeed speak truth to power. They only punished me by prohibiting me from attending my Graduation (I guess somebody else collected my book prizes for me), because, if they had imposed a penalty that killed my admission to Yale, that would have meant losing a notch on their gun for attracting parents to $end their children to the $chool in order to get the kids admitted to prestige colleges. In other words, in my 2nd Inquisition, I had some leverage: My Inquisitors, too, faced an "Or else!".
  2. Think about it: Rich mid-20th century white kids who, like pre-Thirteenth Amendment impoverished negroes, had "masters"; said kids' parents paid their money to have their children subjected to this degradation! Why did said parents do this?
  3. Thank you Assistant Headmaster Radcliffe (or was it: Ratcliff?), and all you other masters, in your so small and for myself that day claustrophobic painted concrete block walled office with a shut door and all of us shut in it until I would break but I didn't break so you all gave up and finally let me go free, on that otherwise peacetime day where rabbits could have lined the road and safely watched prisoners get marched by, because they knew bullets were too valuable to be wasted on rabbits (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn). If I had had the power of a purse, I would simply have told them all: "Bug off! And just where do you think I learned that to yourselves offensive word? Let me enlighten your willful ignorance: In your school." I would have got up off my chair, turned around, walked out of said office and not have looked back because I had no interest in being turned into a pillar of salt.
  4. I speculate it may have helped me that I was an almost "straight A" student who was for that reason a PR asset for them. It may also have not fit in with their institutional self-image for "A" students to get into trouble, unlike students with lower GPA's to whom they were always giving"demerits" for light and transient reasons. Neither myself, nor another crazy fellow student, a math whiz who eventually went to MIT, ever earned even one single demerit.
  5. But, in that case, what reason would I have had for not lying to them, since I had nothing to lose, because telling the truth might have had the same outcome as lying? Had I told the truth, would they have exclaimed in unison, like the Chorus in a Greek tragedy: "Forgive us Lord, for we know not what we do!" (Luke 23:34)? Or maybe just: "Virtue is its own reward. Go in peace child! Thank you." (And, myself having left the room, among themselves then have discussed the question: "How can we make our school be a place where students will have no cause to use profanities?")
  6. Your Comment on Earth Now Has 8 Billion Humans. This Man Wishes There Were None.
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    Bradford McCormick | New York
    I would not go so far as to say that the human species should die out altogether, because we are the only self-aware species with erudition on the planet, but the earth would be much better off and the quality of life for persons would be much better if there were far fewer of us. We could have real democracies like in ancient Greece, not anonymizing mass voterocracies. Each life would mstter more. This could be achieved humanely by increasing social services to an aging population and doing everything possible to discourage persons from having having more babies: Create in the arts and sciences, not procreate! Enjoy your body without producing more bodies! I'd vote for a world population of 100,000,000 which would still be a lot of people, wouldn't it? "Less is more." (Ludwig Mies van der Rohe)
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