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On Government and the State

April 28, 2014

In political philosophy circles it is often said that it is very important to define your terms so that confusion can be minimized. One instance where I think that this is of the utmost importance–which also happens to be a certain pet peeve of mine– is in the case that presents itself when speaking about government and the state. It is often the case that these two terms are used as synonyms, but I believe this to be incorrect.

The terms themselves have very important conceptual implications, and conflating the terms ignores their grammatical nature and can lead to faulty conclusions. That the state has served the role of government in society for much of human history is no implication upon the term government with regard to the term’s meaning. Since many continue to use the terms state and government synonymously, I must address this error.

While almost everybody in political philosophy circles knows that the state is an entity that serves as the monopoly of governance in a particular region, most do not take notice of the fact that governance occurs in many other areas of human thought beyond that of the state, as well as the fact that in referring to the state we can also separately refer to the concept of governance.

Please, let me give just a few examples …

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If you have any sort of normative order that is under discussion, say, that of property rights itself (or more specifically, that of libertarian property rights), then that is a governing order, it’s a system of government that prevails in a society. The only difference is that these norms (or ought statements) are generally apodictic rather than simply dictated statements in their justification (though this is not always the case, it is the goal in the theorizing about such things). Obviously, in the case of the state, this is entirely reversed, the laws that are dictated are merely statements–more specifically they are dictates (statutes) by the monopoly on governance; the state–but they are certainly not apodictically true, nor is that even the goal, thus they do not meet the criteria of laws at all; they are arbitrary dictates.

The same dynamic also finds itself present in the realm of positive statements, such as those of economic theory. Economics itself relies upon certain laws and understandings, that of which are always grounded in positive or is statements. Certainly the laws of economics govern (steer/guide) the actions of men in a world of scarce resources, this is necessarily the case because such laws are apodictically true. Economics is nothing other than the study of the government of humans acting in a world of scarcity, and indeed, one cannot violate the laws of economics: It’s literally impossible to do so. One could certainly say that the laws of economics comprise a government of human affairs (that these laws govern the reality of man vs nature, that they are apodictically true laws, one cannot contradict them in action). In contrast, it makes little sense to, say, propose the statement that the law of scarcity has no economic impact, or that something is scarce merely because it has been made so by policy functions (e.g. a shortage due to such a policy).

The difference between dictates and policies on the one hand, should never be confused with laws and governance on the other. This distinction between root concepts and foundational ideals cannot be overstated, because it is often the case that in one realm of human thought where these things are entirely understood, that in another realm of thought the understandings of the prior gets tossed to the wayside in favor of very bad ideas. 

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One must ultimately understand the etymology of words, as well as the evolution of language, in order to find meaning in the same. In the case of the term govern, it is a verb that simply means to steer or guide people or things. At its root, it is formed from the idea that certain laws prevail or are true in reality. For instance, it would not be too bold to say that the law of supply and demand governs prices, or that the law of gravity governs the attractive relationship of bodies. This is obviously true. However, for some reason, the verb govern takes a twisted turn in many people’s mind once you modify it with the suffix –ment to become a noun.

It is this noun-character (as well as the reality of the state) that often leads people to conflate government with the state as synonyms. They are both nouns, after all, and certainly the state has undertaken the government of society throughout a great part of human history. But it takes one of more astute care and attention to realize what is going on here.

The state is an actual entity (at least it is linguistically referred to as an entity), so it is a concrete noun, whereas government is an abstract noun, which is a concept. So right here we can see can see a pretty large difference between the two grammatically, but the real interesting part is in the root word to suffix transition that occurs (from govern to government).

Probably the best words to use as analogues to the word govern are those of the words excite and entice. These are transitive verbs, just like that of the word govern, and they require a certain object (or objects) in order for reference to them. One simply cannot use a transitive verb without referring to some thing. So let’s modify them into abstract nouns!

In order to stay consistent, I will modify all of these transitive verbs into abstract nouns by the usage of the modifying suffix –ment (which is defined as, “forming nouns expressing the result or means of action”). Since English grammar is the governing structure that gives meaning to the words of English, the point should be quite clear.

The transitive verbs excite and entice are modified into the abstract nouns excitement and enticement. Clearly, we could not conflate these abstract nouns with concrete nouns, such that we could call the state “the excitement” or “the enticement”, rather we are left with resorting to using the preposition of to combine the two. So it is perfectly acceptable to say something like “the excitement/enticement of the state”, but it is not acceptable to refer to the state as “the excitement/enticement”. The same is true of the word government, it cannot be used as a synonym for an entity because of its grammatical nature (i.e. abstract nouns vs concrete nouns).

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Anarcho-libertarians often run into problems when discussing their chosen political philosophy with statists, and this is often due to this very dynamic of conflating the terms state and government. This leads one to believe that what the anarchist is saying is that they do not believe in law or order, when it is exactly the opposite that is true. Certainly anarcho-libertarians do believe in laws, they just do not believe in arbitrary laws (such as legislated statutes, or mere dictates); and just as much, they also believe in governance, they just do not believe in monopoly governance, such as the state. The anarcho-libertarian’s system of laws is based upon libertarian property rights in conjunction with the non-aggression principle, which together form a rather robust system of government.

For the anarcho-libertarian to deny government, this only plays into the claims by statists that anarchy is chaotic and lawless (a Hobbesian state of nature of all against all, thus justifying the need for Leviathan; the state) when this is very clearly far from being the actual case. As I am often fond of saying: “I’m all for big government, but I have zero tolerance for the state”. Let a statist try that one on for size.

Kitty-Kitty Bang-Bang

March 25, 2013

Facebook decided to change their whole format and wouldn’t you know it that I found something that I had erased years ago.  Apparently when you delete something on Facebook it never truly gets deleted; this little story is proof.  It was posted on March 13, 2009, but as you can see from the introduction, it was written sometime in 2008 or 2009.  I won’t take full responsibility for its content because … well … just read the intro, you’ll get the idea.


This is a little short story that I wrote while I was in a drunken stupor about a year or so ago. It is funny (I think, anyway), but in a really twisted way. But, then again, I am not really that far off from the psych ward anyhow. Just a little disclaimer: There is plenty of offensive words and subjects in here. But, it isn’t to be taken seriously. God knows I wasn’t in a serious mood when I wrote it. And, no. It isn’t about me. It is just random, drunken writing. So, here goes.

Kitty-Kitty Bang-Bang

Beep, beep, beep!
I cry awake for a new day. I shutter at the feeling that my dreams were only a far away place. Fantasy! Reality sets in like a stack of bricks; heavy and cold. How much I’d love to flick the shutter and make it all go away. Back into the slumberous dreamworld of the alternate reality. Very much like a slow-still, dreams are funny like that. They make reality bend while you slumber. You can be whatever you want or whatever you dream to be… So to speak.
But, now is the reality.
And, I must face it.
How many times I have done it before, like a true stallion I face it… Life. It really begs, “show me the way”. But, that way is a wanton failure. Not quite failed. Very much still existent. However, it will always end in failure. Death=Failure. There is no ifs, ands or buts about it.

So, with that happy thought of true optimism I heave myself out of my medicated slumber and throw myself about as if I know what I am doing. I brush my teeth with a gag and wonder how many years my incisors have left; Two? Three? Ten? Who really knows? But, such is life. That of the careless of heart and of mind. I take a gander at the chronograph only to realize that I am falling behind. Not in life. But, definitely on the day. Ten minutes pass like a blur and all I can say to myself is “hurry up”!
“Sure buddy. That’ll happen”. (5 seconds is a lifetime)
And, I do just that; hurry. With that “hurry” comes the absence of mind that often sets one behind. You may forget only one thing in a hungover hurry. But, it is that ONE thing. That thing that cannot be done without. That banana. Oh, that banana. That drink of water to sooth that reservoir that the liquor has syphoned dry. Maybe your coat or just maybe that three hours of sleep that has put you into this confused stupor. I’d put my money on the sleep if I were a betting man.

I step out the door and it is quite brisk. I have nothing to shield the goose pimples on my flesh from the biting wind. Not adequate. But, it will do. As I take a hard B-line stride to my car I see a fat clump of feline quadruped furriness cross my path and circle behind. This mammal takes solace at the nape of my ankles and purrs. Normally, I would swing my foot at extremely high velocity at the humped and arched spine of this meowing creature. However, this fucking thing has some heat left in it, godammit. So, I pick him up and toss him into the auto.

I name him Otto. He is freaking out due to the fact that he is not used to his entire world moving at 70 MPH. Let alone doing so in a vehicle that shudders at the whim of the out-of-round tires that it rests upon. I stroke this feline creature so that I can sooth him and let him know that he has a friend in this world. He just hisses at me and tries to attack me with paws that hold no talons.
“Otto, you silly little cunt”, I say under a whisper.
To be sure, this cat is really starting to piss me off! He/she is meowing incessantly. I imagine my eardrums to be a flag flapping to the wind that is the noises coming out of Otto’s gaping orifice. There is no give to this mobile kitty cat torture machine. Each minute seems to last a screeching hour. This fucking animal is really beginning to bring out a beast in me. This beast usually starts out pretty quiet and gentle. But, this ball of fur is really pushing my buttons. The heater of the auto is blowing strong now, so strong that my eyes are as dry as the sands of time.
I ask myself, “why did I bring this fucking meowbox into my car”?
Good question. Why? Ah yes. Lack of sleep, lack of sense. That would be it, Franky.
I decide I need a smoke so a pop a cigarette into my mouth and push the lighter into its socket. Otto stops his annoying meow and stares straight at me. He senses a change of mood. A slight change of feelings. Maybe it is the fact that I have been staring at him now for the last 10 miles. Sure, I have been a courteous driver of the motorways. But, I have had an eye peeled at this furry fuck.
He knows. It is bone to bone and his probability of loss is exponentially great. So, what does this furry, hairball fuck do but spring straight for my eyeballs with his talonless tufts of fur that he likes to call paws. Sure, my eyes aren’t being torn to shreds. But, a cat boxing your eyelids is no laughing matter. Like Evander Hollifield in his heyday, Otto gives me a left cross and a right hook. Meanwhile, the motorists on the freeway are being less than congenial. I have to give it to that feline fuck. “Otto, you got me on round one”.

The bell rings in a new round. Rather, a fellow morning commuter on the roadway honks his pussy-horn at me.


So much like Bruce Willis reaching for the pistol in ‘Die Hard’, I reach for the automatic window button. I get the window half cracked and give Otto a good crack to his kitty jaw.
Holy Shit! It has only pissed him off more. This fucking cat is the Terminator. So, I decide to go completely hands free at the wheel and really handle this pussy. Just then I feel a tear of flesh in my lap.. Hind claws.
“You wise little fuck, You”.
Otto has punctured my cajones with the talons that reside in his hind quarter appendages.
“Oh, it’s ON now. Kitty”, I scream at the end of my breath. “Oh, it is definitely on”.
With both hands free of any other responsibilities I grab Otto’s head and start to smash it on the dash. I can see in his eyes that he is thoroughly dazed. He gives me a look that begs to say “what the fuck” as I hear “et tu, Brute” from some distant part of my imagination. Except he isn’t Ceaser and I ain’t Brutus. He’s Otto and I am Franky. But, he knows. His days, if not minutes, are numbered. I continue this motion until I am sure that I can overcome this pestilence and rid myself of it. Just as I see his eyelids start to close I toss him out of my half-open window. And, just in time, too. I look up to see that I have arrived at my exit.

I take the exit and have the feeling of a warrior that has taken on the entire Roman Army. I have battled and I have overcome. Veni, vidi, vici. I take a left and then a right and reflect.
“Man, I really kicked some kitty ass”, I say aloud heartily. “Fucked that pussy up, I did”, I declare to the morning darkness. As I pull into the parking lot I cannot wait to tell the guys in the office about this one. It’s a real zinger.

Depression and Suicide

March 23, 2013

This is going to be quite a strange topic and I might be making a mistake in revealing myself so openly, but I always find that honesty is the best policy and I don’t often fear the opinions of others with regard to myself.  So here goes …

I will admit that I have had bouts of depression at 2 or 3 points in my life, so intense that I have even thought of taking my own life because of it.  Don’t worry, this is definitely not a common occurrence in my life, I mostly found myself in this position when dealing with great stress.  An example would be during my teen years when many changes were happening in my body and I was so immature that things that I would today think were insignificant often seemed like the end of the world.  My most recent bout of depression occurred when I was in the military (say, around 2005 or so).  I not only had great moral conflicts with what I was doing– I still regret being a part of that world of moral depravity– but I was also only getting maybe 2-3 hours of sleep per night for many months at a time (my rational judgement was obviously very disrupted).  So clearly I am not one that is prone to depressive suicidal thoughts in any regular sense and I don’t foresee putting myself in such situations in the future (learning from past mistakes is a great tool).

However, I must admit that suicide has crossed my mind for another reason: curiosity.

What is the purpose of this whole thing that we call life?  Is there an afterlife?  Do we have a soul and is it eternal?  Where did existence come from?  Stuff like that.

I know that the entirety of human thought can never and will never produce a definitive answer to these questions, because we as a species are simply not enabled with that capacity.  We can only view the world in our living existence and our senses are very dull.  Sure, we do sense a great deal of our physical world, and our continued search for answers to our questions often reveal new truths of our worldly existence, none of which get us much closer to the truth of spiritual existence in any appreciable sense (we’ve moved only a tiny trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a sliver during our entire history with regard to the questions of existence) .  So, the only way to get that answer in any immediate way, it seems to me, is to commit to taking the journey, to end one’s life in pursuit of it.  That is the only way of really knowing.  Cross the plane.

I am one that always seeks absoluteness to the questions that vex my mind.  However, there is one reason that I will never ever commit suicide in pursuit of the absolute answer to these questions:  I am going to die anyhow, just as we all are.   Certainly I am not that anxious, life is already too short.

Curious Inconsistencies of the Left

November 28, 2012

Now, don’t go thinking that because I am picking on the left here that I am some sort of right-wing ideologue. No! I don’t like either the left or right of the American political spectrum (which, as Tom Woods likes to say, is about the width of about 2 inches, and one shouldn’t stray from this 2 inches lest you be a radical). However, I must admit that I often find a greater preponderance of inconsistencies from the left.

The idea of equality is often bandied about by those of the leftist persuasion as a noble goal, a highly sought end. Now, of course, I know that actual and real equality is an impossibility, and that if such a thing were to be a reality, that no progress would ever exist in the world (after all, progress is achieved by straying from the norm, by being unequal– this is especially true of economic matters). However, even with all of this talk about “equality”, those same people who praise this idea also like to talk a lot about diversity and such things as multi-culturalism.

So, which is it? Should we embrace equality or diversity? Apparently they haven’t quite thought this through with much rigor.

Also, here’s a bonus thought. Those that preach the virtues of equality also have a great fondness of democracy (a most horrid institution, if I do say so myself). If everybody was truly equal, then wouldn’t this pretty much make democracy a pointless exercise? Possibly democracy is viewed as the means to the end, but then the means is entirely antithetical to the ends, because democracy is all about having one’s individual “voice heard” (which implies differentiation and distinctness). There is also the case of democracy being inherently anti-minority, which implies that the majority is not only correct and just, but also that it is favored above (or superior to) that of the minority.

I’m just a fleshy sock puppet of an intellectual, but even I can see the gaping holes in this logic.

Why Do I Even Try?

October 29, 2012

In case none of you are aware, I am dirt poor. I’ve done well in the past, but over the course of the past 5 years I have barely been able to earn $27,000 per year working. After taxes, this amounts to about $20,000 net income per year. Yep, that’s mighty poor.

A few days ago I became aware that the total welfare spending per household is roughly $60,000 per year, more than double my gross salary. Now, since I live in a small 300 sq. ft. efficiency apartment in the middle of the ghetto, I often get a good view of what it is like to live in government housing, and it is quite luxurious compared to my condition. Further, since I often shop in the same stores as those who are on the public dole, I also get a view of the expenditures of those on food stamps. I’ll just say that while I can only afford to buy a few items per week, those that I see using their food stamps typically have a cart (or carts) full of food.

It is so very depressing to risk your life day in and day out at work, busting your ass, and dealing with the detrimental effects of hard, laborous work, only to find that you’re being taxed to subsidize people so that they can live twice as well as you are. Even worse, they don’t even have to lift a finger to live twice as well as I do, other than filling out the paperwork.

One might suggest that I find another job. No shit! I’ve been trying to find something better for two years now, and nothing is doing. With my qualifications I could work for government or a government contractor, but why would I do that when I can make almost as much money to fill out some paperwork and sit on my ass? Further, if I did find a job that paid more, that would just piss me off more, because due to the progressive tax schedule, I would be subsidizing these people even more than I am now. It should go without saying that working for government and/or living on the government dole are equivalent in my opinion, and both are in direct violation of my personal code of ethics.

I guess that I’ll just have to accept the fact that my life will be spent serving the purpose of allowing others to live off of my labor, in a much better state of affairs than I.

Update: After a brief correspondence with Dr. Thomas Woods, it appears that I forgot to account for bureaucracy. So, let us assume that bureaucracy absorbs roughly 50% of the total figure (an assumption that I believe is too generous), so that only $30,000 is getting to these families to sit on their ass. That still means that they are essentially taking in more than me, yet I am the one subsidizing them. There is something really wrong here.


October 29, 2012

I was just thinking about my childhood and came upon a strange memory.

I was probably around 3 years old and my father was picking me up from pre-school. We were on our way home and he was teaching me how numbers work. At this point I could count from zero to one-hundred without a problem, but from there on I was pretty much clueless. Every time I would get to one-hundred I would stutter a bit.

No matter, my father told me, you just repeat everything from the beginning, only with one-hundred placed before it. OK, this makes sense. So I proceeded, “one-hundred and one, one-hundred and two, one-hundred and three …”. I was getting the knack of this. Easy, no problem. However, once I got to one-hundred and ten I simply could not fathom that the next number in the series was simply one-hundred and eleven. Instead, I created a new number: Elevendy-hundred.

How I came upon such an idea is beyond me, but that is what my young mind reasoned to be the answer. Funny how that works.

To this day, whenever I see the number 111, I still think in my mind “elevendy-hundred”. Perhaps this explains why math was never my strong suit: I am far too individual to stick to the established rules of mathematics, I just make up my own.

Mike Rivero And The Master Dilemma

October 28, 2012

I tend to peruse quite a variety of websites, most of them are news aggregation sites, many of which have an underlying agenda. I don’t necessarily agree with the agenda behind these sites, but they are often very good at posting news stories that you just don’t see in the mainstream, thus making them quite a valuable resource. One of these sites is Michael Rivero’s

Now, I will admit that I agree with some of the things that Mike talks about, though I often disagree with him economically, especially on monetary matters (he’s a Greenbacker). However, what I want to talk about is the tag line that he has on the front of his site, which reads “No Government Can Serve Two Masters”.

What he is referring to in this statement, I believe, is the fact that the state of Israel has far too much influence on the United States’ government. On this point I agree. However, Mike also talks a lot about democracy, and it is clear that he is a firm supporter of democratic government (something that I see as the scourge of the Earth). It should be quite clear to any thinking person that there is a contradiction in Mike’s beliefs here.

Clearly, if no government can serve two masters, this implies that it cannot serve many masters, or more specifically, that government can only serve one master. So, what Mike is essentially saying by “no government can serve two masters” is that democracy cannot possibly be a preferable form of government (democracy being predicated on many masters forming a majority position). In fact, one could make the claim that such a phrase is in support of monarchy and/or dictatorship. It is possible to interpret the phrase as government should serve no masters, but due to familiarity with Mike’s support of democracy, this clearly isn’t the case.

Of course, I know that this conclusion is not the intent that Mr. Rivero has in making such a statement, but simple logic dictates as much.

Where’s the love?

October 27, 2012

I might be opening myself up far more than I should, but I need to write more, so here goes.

I was pondering a question earlier today regarding love. I asked myself whether or not I have experienced love and whether I have ever truly loved somebody. Mind you, I am not limiting my question to merely the love found in romantic relationships, I am speaking about love in general. Love for family, love for friends, a pet, etc. Any kind of love.

The conclusion that I came to is that I have never in my life experienced love. Maybe I did as a child, but I certainly don’t remember it. Sure, I’ve said “I love you” in the past, but it seems that that was merely a lie, or just going with the flow. I cannot, for the life of me, identify a single person in my life that I have actually loved.

While this may offend certain people in my life, especially a certain family-member that reads this blog, it is the absolute truth. Strangely, I am entirely content with that. It certainly makes it far easier to deal with the inevitable.

I’m Back!

October 23, 2012

Yes, I’ve been absent from both the blogosphere (including my own blog) and Facebook for roughly about the past 4 weeks. So, what was I up to?

Well, my internet connection went down about 3 1/2 weeks ago, so the only way that I could connect to the internet was to go to my local coffee shop. While I really enjoy that particular coffee shop (it’s a small, locally owned establishment that often has live jazz, classical and bluegrass groups), I also don’t like spending hours sitting there, taking up space, and mooching their data bandwidth. I tend to also have a self-conscious reaction whereby I feel like a total hipster sitting there, alone and bespectacled, with my Macbook Pro sitting before me with its ever so noticeable glowing Apple emblem. You know the type, and I am not, nor do I wish to be construed as, that type of person. So, I only went to the coffee shop once or twice, and that time was spent paying bills, checking accounts, transfers, email, etc; the necessities.

Next, about 2 1/2 weeks ago I was informed by my employer that I was going to be spending the next 2 1/2 weeks in Pittsburg. Interestingly, I got my home internet connection fixed about 30 minutes before I was to leave on this business trip. Yes, I was cutting it close. Needless to say, I didn’t have much time to write blog posts.

One might be inclined to say something akin to, “well, if you’re out of town, then you’re staying in a hotel that most assuredly has an internet connection. What gives?”. Yes, it is correct that I had an internet connection in my hotel room. However, there are other considerations that prevented me from spending much time on the internet. One excuse is the nature of the work itself, the other is the demanding schedule that I was subjected to. Let me explain.

The job that I was sent to was a tunnel along I-376 called ‘Squirrel Hill Tunnel’. It is a highway tunnel with two lanes on each side, and is a major artery into and out of downtown Pittsburg. The work that we were accomplishing is the removal of the ceiling, which is made of hardened and reinforced concrete with a thickness of roughly 18 inches throughout the tunnel, and has a thickness of 24-36 inches near the keyways (the far ends of the tunnel). Keep in mind that this ceiling isn’t the load-bearing structure of the tunnel (can you say “over-engineered”?), rather it is merely a ceiling that runs the length of the tunnel, so once this ceiling is removed it reveals the dome-shaped load-bearing structure that is the actual tunnel. Apparently, when this tunnel was built most vehicles weren’t tall enough to hit this ceiling. However, as can be shown by the long scrapes and gouges on this ceiling, it was clear that it needed to either be raised or demolished alogether.

I spent my time working in the “inbound” tunnel. During the week, we would work in one lane, while the other lane was left open to traffic. We would work from roughly 9 pm to 4:30 am hammering out the areas along the edge where the ceiling meets the bearing structure of the tunnel (i.e. the joint where the ceiling meets the tunnel walls). While my work is almost always very dangerous and nerve-racking, this is the first time that I’ve ever performed my demolition work with traffic whizzing at 60-70 mph within two feet of me. Since this is a main artery of the Pittsburg highway system, the traffic was pretty consistent the entire time, with very little let up.

As I said, we were working from 9 pm to about 4:30 am with live traffic, but this only applied during the week. During the weekend my schedule would change to a twelve-hour day schedule that started at 7 am and concluded at 7 pm (we were actually running two 12-hour shifts during the weekend, but mine was the day shift). On weekends we would completely shut down the inbound lanes of the tunnel to all traffic, bring in the heavy machinery, and take down the bulk of the ceiling. While it is nice that on the weekend there are no worries about getting mowed over by a tractor-trailer traveling at 70 mph, there is the fear of getting run over by a giant track-hoe or giant slabs of concrete falling onto your head. Also, there is the hazard due to the enormous amount of silica dust created by the demolition of concrete, so respirators must be worn at all times (I wear a respirator at all times anyhow). Did I mention that my work is dangerous?

As you can see, my last couple of weeks were filled with lots of action and unnerving hazards (there are more hazards than what I mentioned, but those were the biggies). My schedule was one that very few people could accomplish while also being fully cognizant and aware. So, please grant me a reprieve for not having blogged over the course of the past 4 weeks. However, I must say that I will attempt to make up for this absence by recording a few songs that I’ve written over the past couple of months, so you can look forward to that.

Note: My time wasn’t entirely wasted on work, I was able to read Plato’s Republic, a few chapters of Rothbard’s Conceived in Liberty vol. II, as well as a few old articles from Franz Boas. I could have spent this time blogging, but in my mind reading comes before writing, learning before teaching, absorbing before expressing, etc.

I also want to clarify that while the nature of my work is dangerous, that both the company that I work for, as well as the men that I work with, always ensure that we are accomplishing our work in the safest manner possible. I work with some of the most highly regarded professionals in our industry.

This Annoys Me

September 22, 2012

Whenever I am driving and come to a light, I always make sure that if I’m in the left lane that I am not behind somebody making a left turn. However, I’ve noticed that many people will sit in the left lane, with no turn signal, then when the light turns green they will turn on their left turn signal. Gosh I want to give these people five across the eyes.

I’m Famous!

September 12, 2012

Yippee! That is what I live for. It is the embodiment of my entire being. It’s what I was put on this Earth to do.

Seriously, though. I was in a chat-room on ‘Liberty Chat’ today, it’s special guest was Dr. Thomas Woods and the host was Scott Horton. The chatting was nice, as was the on-air discussion, but a few things caught my attention (other than the crickets).

First, there were a few people that recognized my name from around the web. This isn’t surprising for me, in the past few years I have been pretty adamant about using my own birth-name during my internet travels (out of principle, but mostly for consistency), so the fact that people recognize my name isn’t strange to me, I post comments on the same sites pretty consistently (I am a creature of habit). However, there was one comment that struck me as strange. Essentially, they said that “Fetz is famous for his comments on blogs”. Well, yes. I comment on a variety of blogs, this is true. But famous? I highly doubt that.

Tom Woods is famous, he’s accomplished things that are beyond me (he’s a NY Times best-selling author, after all). In fact, he has a skill-set that I can only dream of, as well as quick wit and a likable personality, two things that continually evade me. But me being famous? Nope, that is not the case, and I don’t know that I would necessarily want that to be the case.

Trust me when I say that I am not attempting to ride on his coattails or anybody else’s; I could never live up to such a thing in the long run, I assure you. I just admire his and other people’s work and comment on their blogs when I feel the urge.

The reality is that I am a very outspoken guy, and I feel that if somebody is going to be as outspoken as I am then they should use their real name and stand behind their strongly-held positions. If this is fame, then surely I must have missed a memo or two, because the benefits certainly aren’t forthcoming.

I’m in the weeds on this one.


September 7, 2012

Typically I am not one to make predictions about the future, because the future is uncertain and my name isn’t ‘Joestradamus’. However, today I have a wild hair in my ass and I am feeling like I have the answer. Now, keep in mind that I absolutely know that I may be wrong and that I am full of shit, but making predictions is fun (especially when they turn out to be correct). So here goes …

My prediction is that Mitt Romney will be the next president of the United States.

Yeah, yeah. I know. It seems like a long shot, but hear me out.

First, Romney is probably the least conservative out of those who ran for the Republican ticket, yet he got the nomination. I haven’t even seen a single button, sticker, yard sign, or anything else with Mitt Romney’s name on it (at least not out in public), yet he is the guy that got the nomination. He’s a mormon, a religion that most of the religious right despises, yet he got the nomination. The guy’s personality is as exciting as an NPR piece, yet he got the nomination. He’s the last choice of just about any Republican that I’ve talked to, yet he got the nomination.

The next reason is pretty straight forward, he has the most support from Wall Street. Don’t get me wrong, Obama is a Wall Street puppet, too; but it is clear that Mitt Romney is certainly Goldman Sachs’s golden boy. All of Romney’s top donors are banks, and it is my opinion that it is the banks that run most of Congress and the Presidency, because well, they’ve got the money. Whatever the banks say, goes. This should be clear to anybody that wasn’t living under a rock the past 4 years.

The last thing that makes me think that Romney is going to win has to do with foreign policy, but this is going to take a little explanation. As most anybody knows, the Israeli lobby has a firm grip on just about every Washington politician’s balls. For the most part, you can’t get elected or stay in office without jumping through hoops for AIPAC, stating your unwavering support for Israel, and possibly even donning a yamulke and heading to Israel to kiss the wailing wall. And if you’ve been paying attention since Bush’s second term, Israel really wants a war with Iran. The thing is, Israel isn’t willing to engage in that war on her own, instead she wants the US to do it for her. It’s essentially Iraq all over again.

Thus far Obama has made it pretty clear that he’s not going to just start bombing the shit out of Iran. I’m pretty sure that he’ll murder Iranians if he has to– after all, he’s certainly no problem murdering other people in that region– but he’s clearly been hesitant to do so thus far. It’s a hard sell after Iraq and 10 years of war in A-stan. For this he is seen as “abandoning Israel”. Romney, on the other hand, has been doing his war-hawking routine and has pretty much made it clear that he’d bomb Iran without a problem. Of course, Romney has done plenty to show his faithfulness to Israel, including the whole yamulke-wailing wall routine.

So, that’s my prediction. I think Romney has the 3 most important groups behind him (political establishment, bankers, Israel), and that is all that matters under our current system. Obviously, I don’t think that the people have much say in such matters, just enough to make them think that they have a voice. I could be wrong, but that is how I see it right now.

Note: If Obama wages war against Iran before the elections, then he is a shoo-in.

Fat and Stupid

September 4, 2012

A new American study has come out saying that metabolic syndrome (MetS) has a negative impact on cognition and brain structure. Infowars, that bastion of objective reporting run by Alex Jones, is crazily reporting that this study was undertaken by the pharmaceutical industry in order to have a pretense to begin manufacturing drugs for the purpose of reversing these outcomes. Also being claimed by Infowars is that this is all done with the goal of population reduction through pharmaceuticals.

Okay, that may be, I don’t really know. However, it seems to me that the study is merely showing a correlation between MetS and lowered cognition/brain size, and that there are many reasons to believe that nutrition is a causal factor in this case. So, wouldn’t it be easier for somebody who becomes aware of this to just change his diet to one that doesn’t cause MetS? Granted, I know that is easier said than done in many cases, that many people don’t know a thing about nutrition, and most don’t really care anyhow (they engage in higher risk). But this problem is far easier to solve than in cases where studies show lower cognition and brain size in those with malnutrition, because usually the malnutrition is caused by poverty.

Drug companies are going to produce a drug for any perceived illness. They don’t need a correlation between MetS and cognition to justify making drugs for fat idiots. There already exists metabolically damaged people, there already exists stupid people, there already exists metabolically broken stupid people; of course drugmakers will look for chemical solutions to these problems, that is what they are in business to do. How does one get to the conclusion that this is a population control scheme when one merely notices the correlation between these two factors? That’s just stupid (though not fat).

However, since I am into the whole conspiracy theory stuff, I will bring up one thing that I often notice in studies such as this. Many of the conclusions derived from the dietetics and medical literature is often based upon non-causal ideas. Often, observational studies showing a correlation of factors just aren’t rigorous enough to come to a valid conclusion, yet many in the field try to pass such conclusions off as settled science. I see this all of the time, and it almost always has to do with meat studies undertaken by vegetarian researchers. The study above doesn’t appear to do this to such an extent.

However, since I love shoddy conclusions based upon correlation, here’s my take: The results of this particular study could very well be due to the fact that a lot of Americans are fat and a lot of Americans are stupid, and that a correlation was ensured by the shear numbers of fat idiots in America. If this is the case, then maybe the researcher’s conclusion is actually entirely wrong, because surely if they are American researchers then some of them will be stupid (and probably really fat). If this is true, then maybe they got it backwards, and it is stupidity that causes MetS in the first place. Therefore, we should only trust this data if the researchers involved are really skinny. I call it ‘The circular-correlation, fat idiot researcher theory’.

Note: I must add that I am of the opinion that stupidity most certainly has an effect on health and health choices.

Random Thought

August 29, 2012

The more people that I meet, the more I realize just how weird they really are.


August 14, 2012

That is an acronym for vertical replenishment and it is one of the ways in which a ship is replenished while at sea.  The video provided is only 24 seconds long, but it gives you an idea of how the process works. This is from my first deployment to the Persian Gulf back in 2003-2004. The guy that you see is in the video is Bart, an awesome dude.

The Great Equalizer

August 14, 2012

I often find that those who wish to impose restrictions upon firearms also happen to be those who believe in egalitarianism. Isn’t this a contradiction?

In essence, what the egalitarian ‘gun-grabber’ is actually saying is that they wish to have a certain class of people able to defend themselves (those of the bureaucracy), while another class (the rest of us) is to be dependent upon the former for defense. What sort of ‘equality’ is this? I say none.

If an egalitarian wishes to be consistent, then he should be pushing for full gun-ownership, for that is the only way to true equality in the egalitarian sense.

Note: I realize that the counter to that would be to have nobody have firearms, but that is an fantastical position, because of the fact that guns do exist and have existed, then there is no possible way to stop somebody from manufacturing one in secret. Also, how would that be enforced without the item under discussion: firearms?

The Reverend Robert P. Murphy

August 10, 2012

I was clicking around economist Dr. Robert P. Murphy’s site earlier today and clicked on one of the commenters’ screen names, which led to that commenter’s blog. Well, since the blog in question is immediately up-front in telling us that its opinions are “snarky”, I think that it is reasonable to say that its pronouncements are to be taken with a grain of salt.

What caught my attention, however, is the blogroll. It lists only four sites, each of them blogs. One of those sites was that of Bob Murphy, and it referred to him as ‘Rev Bob Murphy’.

I’ll admit that it is humorous to refer to Bob in that context, and it is quite apt on certain occasions (for instance, Murphy always posts a religious post on Sundays), but I don’t think that Dr. Murphy is out there preaching religion in his economic pursuits. In fact, I’d say that most of his Sunday posts are a seeking of truth in a particular area of thought: theology. This doesn’t mean that he cannot separate these two disciplines (economics and theology).

Murphy is a very competent economist who really understands the mainstream (esp. the synthesis), and is highly influential in the heterodox Austrian school of economics. I think that the real implication of such an erroneous title is that Murphy’s opinions are influenced by religion, therefor the Austrian School is influenced by religion and is thus not science.

I cannot say for sure, myself not knowing the writer of that blog too well, but that is what I draw as a conclusion from the available evidence. If that is the implication being set, then I would just like to say: considering the reality, there exists no science that is not influenced by religion.

Update: I have recently had correspondence with the owner of the blog. To be sure that I don’t mistake anything, I will quote him directly: ‘“Rev Bob Murphy” is a snark at Bob’s religiosity, and his atitude toward biblical evidence, not a reflection on his economics”.

Force Is A Must

August 10, 2012

Many times in the blogosphere I will see a libertarian make the claim that only voluntary actions are just, and I agree with this to a point. However, the contradiction that I find here is that in order to enforce the laws of any society, they must be enforced by force, otherwise they will be disregarded. A law is meaningless without force.

The deeper question is really when such force is to be considered just, and when it is not to be considered just. This is what libertarianism sets out to do, to define the just use of force in a world without a universal ethic, but many libertarians seem to forget this.

We can easily see why such things as the rule of force by majority-status is both unethical and illogical, but we shouldn’t do this by making a blanket statement such as “only voluntary actions are just”, because it only makes you look the fool in the face of reality. Defining the framework to determine which actions are just and which are not is the purview of libertarianism, not the rejection of force altogether.

Without force, all that will exist in society is a state of lawlessness. There is no justice in that.

Stu, Stu, Studio!

August 4, 2012

Here are a few pictures of my “office” while on deployment to the Middle East in 2005. For those of you who aren’t aware, it is pretty unheard of for a 2nd Class Petty Officer (which I was) to have these sort of accommodations on a USN ship, Chief Petty Officers (CPOs) don’t have it this good. Probably the only other guy on the ship that enjoys this much space and freedom to themselves is the Captain himself. I was very fortunate.

Ian, if you are reading this, I just want to say that even though I was not very clear about showing it, I will always have the deepest respect for you. Not only were you a top-notch sonarman, but you were also the best LPO in the Navy, a great mentor who cared, and a friend of the highest caliber. I will never forget all of the things that you’ve done for me.


July 22, 2012

I was out riding my bike as I often do in this sort of weather, and I came upon a pretty well-known intersection in East Cleveland: East 55th and Euclid. Sitting there waiting for the light to change I saw a brand new Dodge Charger painted bright green. On the side it said “Newport”, and it even had that little upside-down Nike “swoosh” that is that particular cigarette maker’s logo.

This vehicle will forever be etched into my mind as ‘The Fag-mobile’.

Note:  For those who do not know, “Fag” means cigarette in Great Britain.  

Natural Born Killer

July 21, 2012

My friend Robert Wenzel over at ‘Economic Policy Journal’ has a post up comparing the kill-count of the Aurora shooter, James Holmes, versus the kill count of President Barack Obama. Just in terms of innocent civilians killed, Obama has Holmes beat by quite a large margin. However, one mustn’t forget that Obama has also murdered quite a large number of children, too.

I’m Back!

July 21, 2012

Sorry about that week long silence, I know that everybody was just worried sick about me. I was working in Pittsburg during the week and forgot my laptop. In fact, due to the ten-hour night shifts and the nature of the work, I don’t know that I would have had the energy to blog even if I did have my computer with me. I will say that I am happy to finally be working out of town again, especially in Pittsburg. This next week I am going to bring my bicycle along to do some serious hill-climbing on the roads around the hotel that I am staying at. There is some serious hill-climbing madness in PA and I’m a hill-climbing madman. The only thing that worries me is that I won’t have enough energy to get to it. Alas, demolition work is very draining.

Joe Fetz is the Coolest Man in the Universe!

July 13, 2012

When somebody is a nobody, starts a blog, and then names said blog after themselves, many people will get the impression that the author is just a pretentious douche bag. While I may or may not be a douche (the verdict is still out on that), I most certainly am not pretentious, I’m just not very creative.

As you may have been able to tell after the first week of this experiment, this blog has no particular theme. In fact, it has no real aim at all other than whatever pops into my head at any given moment. The entire reason that I even started this thing is that I am a pretty opinionated guy that creeps around the blogosphere plastering my image and words on other people’s blogs, and I often take up a decent amount of digital real estate (hmm, maybe I am a douche bag).

I figured that if I was going to spend so much time typing words into the magical gateway into the great digital abyss (the idiot-box known as my computer), it would probably make more sense to have some of this material in a central location, so that those who actually wish to read what I have to say can do so at their leisure (rather than it being thrust upon them). Thus, seemed like the most logical domain name because, well, my name is Joe Fetz, this is my blog, and there is no plan. Also, it’s a hell of a lot easier to remember than, say, ‘Random Musings from Some Random Dude that You Don’t Know from Adam’, or my third choice, ‘Complete and Utter Bullshit’. Compared to the alternatives, sounds downright genius. It’s snappy, easy to remember, open and available (interestingly, was taken).

So, you might be asking yourself, “is there a point to this particular post?”. Nope. Toodles. 🙂