Great Quotes δ' : Being laconic is being philosophical

There is also a wordy letter by lovecraft against modern times and erosion of his mythical and supposedly oh so close to mature high civ new england just before the foreigners swarmed it. Some anglo writers are weird ;)
 
lovecraft was always <SNIP> this, <SNIP> that. totally obsessed. he even wrote a poem. I won't link it, it's pretty vile and cheap humor. he also had a cat, which he wrote about from time to time. in one story it was a magic cat who had the ability to detect spectral rats. said cat was called "****** man". the man was deathly afraid of having sex, even with his wife, and barely able to take care of himself. he prolly had too much opium in his lifetime, too. and he was friends with harry houdini.

what more do you need to know? lovecraft is couscous in the mucus.

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Well, lovecraft was fully racist that is for sure. Particularly ranting about negroes and jews but most others too (irish, portuguese, spanish, slavs, west asians etc).
His wife was jewish, though. The marriage ended after a few years :)
 
A lot of words for a strawman that portrays modernity as completely intolerant of the past. Shame, and I was so curious to read Mr. Chesterton after being referenced by Deus Ex.

I'm going to tentatively agree with Mouthwash on this one, there's a section in there decrying that we have completely tossed the past away and there is some good there that we never actually got back in the day, it was ignored and passed over even in the past, but it existed and we should take a second look.

Favorable cases being things like strong labor rights/strikes - and this doesn't fully jive with the essay, but some of the Founding Fathers recognized the inherent advantage and privilege that owning land would give people and laid out a case for a basic income to be paid from them to young unlanded men. That's a fantastic example of a thing from the past that we have not got all the good out of, perhaps not any good out of at all.

The whole position is based on this idea that we have got all the good that can be got out of the ideas of the past. But we have not got all the good out of them, perhaps at this moment not any of the good out of them

Now you certainly can interpret his essay as your bog-standard reactionary drivel but the way it was written is open ended.
 
some stuff on translation , might have been cool for my thread of WW II aerial stuff


It has been averred that the cannon was known in ancient times, even in the days of the Greeks and Romans, lost during the Dark Ages and rediscovered in the twelfth century. This theory seems to be based on a statement of Livy's, who described Archimedes as 'inventor ac machinator bellecorum' and who reported that one of Archimedes' engines, 'with a terrible noise did shoot forth great bullets of stone'. Even greater antiquity is argued by the many people who have quoted the 'Gentoo Code' of laws, originating in India in about 1 500 bc. In this text is a passage, under the heading 'Duty of the Magistrate', which was originally interpreted to read: 'He shall not make war with any deceitful machines or with poisoned weapons or with cannon, guns or any other kind of firearms.' This passage, it might be said, has been adduced in all seriousness as the reason for the non-employment of firearms in Britain during the times of the Druids, assuming thereby some mysterious and arcane connection between the Druids and the mystics of India at a time when India's existence was unknown to the people of Western Europe.

This belief in the Gentoo Code is of long standing; it appears to have arisen in 1773, when a first translation of the Code, certified to by no less a personage than Warren Hastings, quoted this passage and, further, used it to substantiate a doubtful claim that Alexander the Great had been confronted with firearms in India.

But in 1773 the translation of Sanskrit, the language of the Code, was an inexact science, and a certain amount of translator's licence had crept in. Later generations of philologists discovered that Sanskrit was by no means as simple as had first been thought, with eight grammatical cases and a complex code of rules for the formation of compound words. A much later retranslation of this same passage, in the light of improved knowledge, changed the sense completely: 'The King shall not slay his enemies . . . with deceitful or barbed or poisoned weapons, nor with any having a blade made hot by fire or tipped with burning materials.'



like on the true crime of Druids who deserved all the Inquisition they could ever get , for not ending the Anglosaxon plague at its very root . Indians at least had the justification that they were using nukes and vimanas aka UFOs at war , field Riflemen and you would be the laughing stock of the Subcontinent ...



Yet another factor preventing the early growth of artillery was a more curious trend: the rise, during the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, of the mercenary soldier. These were mercenary in every sense: not only were they paid for their services, but they entered battle with the intention of surviving to show a profit. A dead enemy was worth only the price of his armour and possessions, but a live captive was a potential source of ransom money. Obviously these gentry were opposed to the employment of such lethal instruments as cannon, which were just as likely to kill a knight of considerable financial potential as a worthless bowman. Where mercenaries were involved warfare became a lucrative but otherwise slightly ridiculous activity; at the Battle of Zagonara in 1423 only three men were killed, and they were suffocated by falling into soft mud from which the weight of their armour prevented their rising. And in a battle between Neapolitan and Papal troops in 1486, which lasted the entire day, no one was killed or even wounded.



like one other case where the poor unfortunate fell off his horse and became the only fatality of the day .



The supply of fuel and lubricants and spare parts was also a daunting problem; you could generally find something to feed a horse on, but finding petrol could be difficult in those days. Most of all it broke on the rock of skilled manpower; at that time almost every soldier had some knowledge of horses before he enlisted, even if it was only to distinguish which end bit and which end kicked, so that training him to look after horses was not too difficult. However, men who understood the motor vehicle rarely found their way into the Army, and until either recruits got brighter or motor vehicles more simple, most armies were content to stay with their horses.

It is difficult for the reader in the 1970s, when soldiers are seen on all sides manipulating such things as computers, missiles, lasers and other highly technical devices, to appreciate the fear in which anything remotely difficult was held by the military authorities in the 1900s; it was an article of faith that the average soldier was so stupid that he could barely be trusted to hold a hammer by the correct end unless supervised, and the adoption of many useful devices was resisted by the authorities on the grounds that it would be impossible to instruct soldiers how to use or care for them. It took the First World War War to demonstrate the fallacy of this viewpoint.


and the final part , on difficulties of communications in the Great War so that forward troops could demand artillery support , and it comes to carrier pigeons .


The best comment on this system came from the American Army, one of whose pigeons arrived at the gun position bearing the message: 'Passed to you: I'm tired of carrying this damn bird.'


from A History of Artillery by Ian V. Hogg , printed 1974 . Kind of book that impresses , with the ease it teaches . Won't say it made this turbolazer veteran an expert but imagine the things to write on the WH thread !
 
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"Terry Jones is Welsh. He tries to hide it, but his name gives him away. And what Terry has never been able to accept is that the Welsh, a subject people, were put on earth to carry out menial tasks for the English."

"He [Graham Chapman] was a terrible sponger. He drank a lot at one stage. Actually what p***ed me off is when he went sober. Within a year he was healthier than the rest of us. So I was very glad when he died."

--John Cleese
 
"There is no doubt that the individual freedoms central to liberalism ought to be cherished and protected. The question is how, and by whom? Are many self-declared liberals the best defenders of individual liberties? As it happens, many powerful and influential people who call themselves liberals are mostly interested in advancing their professional ambitions and financial interests while claiming the moral prestige of progressivism for themselves. They are best seen as opportunistic seekers of power, and they exist in India as much as in the United States and in Britain. Bush’s “useful idiots” (Tony Judt’s term) had their counterparts in India, where some liberals chose to see Prime Minister Modi as a great “modernizer.” They are happy to whisper advice to power, and they recoil from the latter only when power rejects or humiliates them — as in the case of Trump and Modi, who have no time for eggheads in general. The dethroned “liberal” then transforms himself into a maquisard of the “resistance” and prepares the ground for a Restoration where he’ll likely be hailed as a great hero. It’s a nice racket, if you can get into it."

- Pankaj Mishra, in the Los Angeles Review of Books
 
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some American Airforce officer in 1972-73 , when finally there is a Peace deal . Extremely angry of sorts at the South Vietnamese , corruption and no effort to fight and he has a sergeant under his command , a wit of sorts .


Spoiler :


This is Carlson’s third Vietnam tour. He has a tremendous amount of front-line radar control time. In short, he is extremely experienced and capable, and battle hardened veteran. Carlson is exceptionally intelligent – a tremendous resource to anyone who’ll listen to the little f_rt. His witticisms, which come like unexpected lightening, I’ve have come to label “Carlsonisms.” ... such Carlsonisms, all during one evening’s war hereby follow: “I’m getting a portable radio kit. It weighs six hundred pounds but has a strap on it.” ... “If you only have six months to live, go to Wichita – it’ll seem like six years...”

<a reformed alcoholic , the guy exercises heavily>

Sgt. Carlson, our avid athlete and wit, has announced he will no longer exercise by running down the hill after a crew shift. Yesterday, about 1000, Carlson had donned his gym outfit, hiked to the top of our mountain, and then started jogging down hill for our bottom camp – unarmed of course.

As he rounded a bend one mile down from Top Camp, his eyes opened wide, uncustomary perspiration beaded his forehead, and his heart pumped beyond the requirement of his run. Because across the road ran four Vietnamese soldiers, in “different” uniforms with a green patch on their sleeves, slouch rainwear type hats, satchels, and AK47 rifles. This is Carlson’s third Vietnam combat tour and he immediately identified the men as North Vietnamese soldiers!

“What to do?” his mind raced. He pretended to think the soldiers were “friendlies,” waved, called “Hello,” and maintained the same jogging pace as he ran past. The enemy leader, an older man, looking as surprised as Carlson, and apparently flustered by the apparition of a balding middle aged runner quietly coming out of nowhere, returned a weak little wave. The soldiers ran into the jungle – and Carlson simply kept going – thinking that he might be shot in the back. Carlson suspected he would indeed have been shot if he’d given any evidence of recognition or suspicion. They could have easily killed him, dragged him into the jungle. When late for work his crew likely would have thought he overslept. Perhaps another reason Carlson didn’t get shot may have been that the soldiers didn’t want the noise of a rifle shot alerting the Americans or the South Vietnamese.

Rounding the corner of the road, Carlson burst into a sprint to Bottom Camp, and reported the encounter to our site security which – of course – took no action because no known [South Vietnamese troops ] were known to be sweeping the mountainside. Later the [the local commanders] decided the soldiers couldn’t possibly be NorthVietnamese soldiers because, well, there were no North Vietnamese soldiers on the mountain. Huh?

“Oh sh_t” intoned [an American commander] when told about the incident. “It was the Vietnamese Home Guard. What made you think it was enemy troops?” Sgt. Carlson replied, “I know it was the North Vietnamese because the South couldn’t get organized well enough to have four men wear the same shoulder patch at the same time. Besides that, they had clean uniforms.”


<such experiences makes him wonder and he starts a chat with the people from a transport plane .>

The crew had flown into Hanoi’s Gia Lian Airport a couple days ago to bring some North Vietnamese Army people down to see the Peace Commission. “How was it?” I ask. The C130 pilot replied. “Well, their airport at Hanoi was a mess – not a window left unbroken at an airport building,” “Did the North Vietnamese seem as screwed up as the South?” I continued. “Hell, no – they’ve really got their sh_t together. Efficient. Beautiful. It was during TET and they insisted we have tea and cake before we left. Their manifest was in perfect order – it’s all screwed up down here in the South. When they boarded the airplane they were orderly. The North Vietnamese all sat down and didn’t run all over the godamned place like our [allies] do down here. And when they got out of the plane they picked up their trash and put it in ... bags. The goddamned plane was cleaner when they got out than when they got in.” I ask, “Do you think it was all for show?” “I dunno, could have been. But it was a pleasure to fly them. But I never would have believed I would ever land willingly in Hanoi.”
 
AWACS Long Caster: Sorry, but I'm gonna eat while I work. My judgment gets fuzzy when I'm too hungry.
Cyclops 2 [Count]: How can you talk about food?

[Strider 1 [Trigger] destroys a mass damper on an Erusean modular naval base platform]
AWACS Long Caster: What just happened?
Cyclops 1 [Wiseman]: He destroyed a structural support. That's remarkable skill.
AWACS Long Caster: [pauses] I've sent the data.
AWACS Long Caster: Make like Trigger and serve up a sandwich!

[Strider 1 [Trigger] destroys another mass damper]
AWACS Long Caster: Platform purge confirmed! Put the meat in between those buns and this burger is well done.
Cyclops 2 [Count]: Weren't we serving a sandwich?
AWACS Long Caster: I'm happy to eat both.

-Ace Combat 7: Skies Unknown
Mission 11: Fleet Destruction (Operation SIREN'S SONG)

N.B. Normally Wiseman destroys the first structural support, after which they appear as targets on the UI, in which case Long Caster and Wiseman have different dialogue. He basically shows the player how it's done (if you want to do things the quick way rather than hammer at CIWS-reinforced topside platform defenses). But an experienced and skilled player - who already knows where the targets will be - can preempt that dialogue and destroy a mass damper first, prompting the dialogue posted.

Pic related (src):

Spoiler food boi avatar bait :
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"It may be said that this institution of the home is the one anarchist institution. That is to say, it is older than law, and stands outside the State."

- G. K. Chesterton (man was apparently just as quotable as Nietzsche)
 
Source is "The Free Family", What's Wrong with the World, for those who are curious.
 
The train of events is a train that lays down its own track as it goes along.
Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities.
 
People say they want real justice... so we fob them off with a slightly less unjust system of justice.
Workers howl that they're being flayed like donkeys... so we arrange for the flaying to be a little less severe and slash their howling entitlement, but the exploitation goes on.
The workforce would rather not have fatal accidents in the factory... so we make it a teeny bit safer and increase compensation payments to widows.
They'd like to see class divisions eliminated... so we do our best to bring the classes marginally closer or, preferably, just make it seem that way.
They want a revolution... and we give them reforms. We're drowning them in reforms. Or promises of reforms, because let's face it, they're not actually going to get anything.

Dario Fo, Accidental Death of an Anarchist.
 
“I think we are moving to a world in which we all become cells in a single organism, where we can communicate automatically and can all work together seamlessly.”

- Mark Zuckerberg

People are surprised that these folks have an authoritarian mindset.
 
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That is a publicity trick. You present ‘what I want you to do’ as ‘what is going to happen’. Haven't you noticed that ‘the coming thing’ is always what the somebody telling you it's the coming thing is trying to charge you money for?
 
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