Saturday

A Metaphor That Needs Work

I am bothered by comparisons of apples and oranges, particularly if the point of the comparison is to prove that apples should be peeled because oranges should be. It doesn't even matter if I disagree with the central premise of the comparison; I still want a better analogy.

South Africa is mooting the idea of banning all Internet porn. We could argue all day about freedom of speech or the idiocy of believing that it could be done, but what I actually take issue with is this quote by Deputy Minister of Home Affairs Malusi Gigaba (from this BBC article), to whit:

"Cars are already provided with brakes and seatbelts [sic]... There is no reason why the Internet should be provided without the necessary restrictive mechanisms built into it."

No. No no no. It won't do, Mr. Gigaba. Cars are provided with brakes and seat belts for good reason, and perhaps the Internet of South Africa should be provided with a mythical porn-blocking filter for good reason too, but those reasons aren't the same.

According to Mr. Gigaba, brakes and seat belts are "restrictive mechanisms," possibly because they restrict the car's movement or the movement of the driver. But a far better way to classify them would be as safety mechanisms, in that without them, the car is extremely unsafe, as is the driver. Comparing that safety to a virus scanner or a firewall is kosher, because those things are safety devices for computers and the Internet. If South Africa were planning to put up a national firewall to keep out attackers (rather, of course, than keeping out porn, which isn't so much a safety issue as one of those "restrictive mechanisms") then it would be a fine metaphor to use.

However, what Mr. Gigaba is actually talking about is the technology to keep a car from exceeding the speed limit. That's restrictive technology, and one could argue whether or not it was safer. Similarly, keeping computers from visiting pornographic sites is restrictive technology and one could argue whether or not it was safer. Sadly, Mr. Gigaba can't use that analogy because the technology to keep cars from driving faster than the posted speed limit, if it exists, is not widely available. We could be developing it, and I think it would save lives, but we're busy keeping people from looking at dirty pictures.

In summary, seat belts don't keep you from doing anything you would otherwise do, and their sole purpose (unless you're a crank who believes that they're terrible) is to keep the driver safe. Porn-filtering technology keeps you from doing something you would otherwise do, and there may be a side effect of making you safer. One is restrictive, one is not. And brakes are just part of the car. Without brakes, a car is no longer a car, it's a poorly-guided suicide missile. No comparison there.

Friday

If You Do It

Here's the deal: if you have a religious prohibition against doing something, that means you and your coreligionists shouldn't do it. That does not mean that everyone else who isn't a member of your religion is bound by those same rules.

So you have a rule that you can't eat hot dog buns. You feel very strongly that the eating of hot dog buns is wrong. Everyone laughs at you, but you refuse to eat those hot dog buns, no matter how tasty they look, no matter how annoying it is to eat hot dogs sans bun.

Then you see another person eating a hot dog bun, you go berserk, and you kill him or her with a runcible spoon, the weapon your religion has historically used to kill infidels. Everyone says, "Oh, well, I guess we really shouldn't eat hot dog buns so we don't offend that religion," but what they're really thinking is, "Gee, I don't want to get killed with a runcible spoon too."

Herein, the idiocy. If you have a problem with something, don't do it. If you believe that everyone should have a problem with something, you should try to convert them to your religion, wherein they will be prohibited from doing that thing. But if you think that just because you feel religiously bound to dance naked in the streets every July 12th, I'm going to do the same thing so as not to piss you off, then you are thinking wrong. Hell, if dancing naked in the streets is against the law, I'm not even going to support you in your claim to be religiously oppressed.

It's not offensive to do something that someone else is religiously prohibited from doing. It's simply a reflection of the fact that you're not a member of that religion. If they don't like it, they can look away, or keep not doing it, or try to convert everyone in the world to their religion. But until they do, it's not a matter of political correctness, it's a matter of fact. Not everyone believes that. Whatever that happens to be.

Wednesday

Update to Quantities

Just a brief note: in reference to my statements of amounts vs. numbers, the easiest thing to remember is "many" vs. "much". If you would say, "many", as in "many cups of coffee," then you can use "numbers." "Many" can be counted. Manny is a two-bit mook, and Murray is an accountant, and together the two of them can be counted, although one could not say they number many. Murray might number Manny if Manny was going to run in a race or something, but the two of them wouldn't number many.

Confused? Sorry. I'm just injecting some humor.

"Much," on the other hand, is something uncountable. You have "much" coffee. Well, you don't often say that, but you can have "so much coffee." Suffice to say that if you can use "many" then you can use "numbers," and if not, you should use "amounts."

Note that this gets confusing because people ask, "How much?" and expect a number sometimes. They should be asking, "How many?" but we'll give them a pass. Still, if you can say "I have many Xes" where "Xes" is some plural noun, then you have large numbers of Xes, rather than large amounts of X. See, amounts takes singular, numbers takes plural.

The Russians are so much better about this.

Tuesday

Likely

You know how much I love stupid things. In this case, I just love criminal offenses which are vague enough that about anyone could be charged with them.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/8667761.stm

I'm not pro-terrorism. I don't like people who kill other people for any reason, really. So I'm not really saying that the people in question are guilty or innocent or anything else. I'm just agog at the crime with which one of them was charged.

Ilyas Iqbal was jailed for 18 months for possessing a document likely to be useful to a terrorist.

Okay. I possess a document which might be useful to a terrorist. Not even "might." It's likely to be useful to a terrorist. It's called the phone book. I understand that it contains contact information for people who sell various items a terrorist might find very useful indeed. I know I'm not in England, but I'd venture a guess that, even if you can't find gun dealers in the phone book in Ol' Blighty (and I don't know, maybe you can) you can find various other contact information of interest, if not likely to be useful.

In the age of terrorism, we've gotten so scared of things that we accuse people of having documents "likely to be useful." Not even, "documents which were proven to be used in the commission of a terrorist act." That's problematic too, but we're not even going to be that hardcore. Terrorist paraphernalia this ain't. This is like the DEA arresting me because I own plant food, which I might use to grow cannabis. Of course, they could also arrest me for owning plant food because it contains fertilizer, which would likely be useful to make a bomb.

Yes sir, we're sure scared of terrorism. I bet terrorists find that useful. It's likely, anyway.

Friday

Outage

Headline: WordPress network bug throws millions of blogs offline

Now normally, you have to wait to the end of the article for the fine print. Normally, you spend the entire article wondering, "Hmmm, I wonder if I should panic the way they say I should?" You'll read an article with the headline: "Silent Killer May Stalk Your Home!" and have to get to the bottom of the page, or at least past the page break, to read that what the article is really about is carbon monoxide and you only have to worry if you're operating a coal coking furnace in your basement.

But the BBC is a haven of journalism, and they give you the straight dope right up front.

"Network problems knocked more than 10 million WordPress blogs offline in a two hour outage on 18 February [emphasis mine]."

Oh dear God! Not... two whole hours! Two hours where I couldn't find out what kind of stew you had for dinner. Two hours where I might not be kept up to date as to your score in some video game. Oh the horror!

Our obsession as a society, indeed as a world culture, with immediacy and trivia has gotten ridiculous, don't you think? If it had been two days, that would be something to remark on. If it had been a vital service, that too would be unacceptable if it were down for two hours. And I suppose it's possible that one or two of the blogs we didn't get to see for two hours (I never noticed myself, but then I'm me) was of vital importance. But they're blogs. Two hours is nothing. Get a damn life, people. I agree that it's a deal, but a big enough deal to make the news? Nope. Sorry. No sale.

Bad Things

You know a question you never hear asked? Why do bad things happen to bad people?

Work with me here. Everyone always asks why bad things happen to good people (if they're interested in justice) or why good things happen to bad people (if they're jealous or vindictive... I mean, if they're interested in justice too, I guess). These are, despite the fact that most people don't think before they ask them, excellent questions.

They don't mean much if you think the universe is essentially random, or if you think that the universe is ruled by a cruel and capricious deity or deities (the Aztecs come trippingly to mind; it must not have been a question they asked their priests very often: "Why does Huitzilopochtli, cruel god who demands blood sacrifices, allow bad things to happen to good people?" Answer: he's a jerk). But if you, like many people who believe in a deity these days, believe in a God of infinite love and compassion, it's a fair question to ask why He or She or It or They don't evidence that compassion much.

The answer given defines faith, I suppose. If you say, "Well, God works in mysterious ways," that means something different from saying, "God doesn't cause bad things to happen, but we wouldn't have free will if He stepped in and kept bad things from happening." There are countless other ways to answer the question of bad things happening to good people, just as there are countless ways to explain good things happening to the bad.

But no one ever asks why bad things happen to bad people (or the corollary, why good things happen to good people, although that's slightly less illustrative).

Logically, it's just as good a question. If God(s) is(are) of infinite love, He/She/It/They should be opposed to bad things happening to anyone. Think about it; if you love someone (even non-infinitely) you should be opposed to bad things happening to them, regardless of their character. You might understand that there are consequences to bad actions, but you shouldn't wish those consequences on those you love, even if they deserve them. Now that doesn't mean you want them to escape consequences, just that you don't wish for bad things to happen to them. That seems to me to be a function of love.

So the answers that are given to the question, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people?" should be just as valid for the question, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to bad people?" In fact, the question really could simply read, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to people?"

And again, those answers are illustrative. "To punish the wicked!" is definitely a different religion from, "God works in mysterious ways," which is different from, "Free will."

But the issue is that people ask certain questions and not the equally-valid opposites. And I think that the reason for that is that people want bad things to happen to bad people, and they want God to do it. You can disagree personally, but you have to admit that there are probably a lot of people out there who feel that way. We all think we're good, so only good things should happen to us, and people who oppose us are bad, and thus should get only bad things. Mercy isn't a quality which is possessed by many people, and when it comes down to it, most societies are set up to punish rather than be merciful.

Is God? If you happen to believe in a deity who is all-loving, all-compassionate, all-merciful, shouldn't it be as difficult for that deity to punish the wicked as to reward the virtuous?

I think asking the question, despite it being something of a knee-jerk reaction rather than a thought-out response to tragedy, illustrates more, perhaps, than the answer does.

Saturday

Gone to the Country

Chirac gives away 'violent' dog

Former French President Jacques Chirac has announced that he has given away his beloved dog [Sumo] after it attacked him for a third time.

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The dog is now said to be enjoying life on a farm in the French countryside.

"Honey... I'm sorry, but... Sumo had to... go away for a while."

"No, no, he's visiting all his doggy friends on a farm in the French countryside. You know, he's happier there. Because he can run and play in the grass. You know he was never happy living in the city, and now he can make friends with all the farm animals and other dogs. Who knows, maybe he'll meet a nice lady dog and they'll get married."

"Um... no, I don't think it would be good to visit him. At least not now. Maybe later. Because... well, he might see you and think you were sad and then he'd be sad. You don't want him to be sad, do you honey?"

"I tell you what. We'll get a new dog."

"No, don't cry. Sumo's happy now. He's... on a farm in the French countryside. Really. We'll go right now and get a new dog and let Sumo be happy on his farm."

Seriously, my parents never did this to me, but "said to be enjoying life on a farm" is a universal euphemism for "dead." Next we'll be told that Sumo is "suffering from exhaustion" and has to visit a rehab clinic, "just to get his energy back." Then maybe he'll meet with Hugo Chavez and hold up today's newspaper to prove that he's still alive.