by hilzoy
In response to Slarti’s request: “Oh, mighty blog Deities, please grant us this day an open thread. Preferably one having a light, fluffy, humorous center.”
Discuss.
"This was the voice of moderation until 13 Sept, 2025"
by hilzoy
In response to Slarti’s request: “Oh, mighty blog Deities, please grant us this day an open thread. Preferably one having a light, fluffy, humorous center.”
Discuss.
Comments are closed.
All marshmallow-based foodstuffs are disgusting and should be illegal.
Myabe the center is food-stuff based and is instead comprised of cute fluffy bunnies. They are certainly light and, at the very least, amusing. I propose a light fluffy bunny center. Possibly a puree.
Every candy made represents a diversion of funds from helping the poor, ill, starving, and war-wracked people of the world, and as such is clearly immoral. The amount of money spent on malomars alone would probably be sufficient to stop the Darfur crisis.
Mallomars are the treat of the Devil. Clearly in the evil column.
and now for something completely different:
i have two very active 70+ lb. dogs, and a small backyard that doesn’t get much sun in the winter. As a result, my perfect little patch of greenery is mostly bare mud.
i am thinking of installing some of that new generation of artificial turf (like Synlawn) instead of paving over the whole yard. Does anyone have any experience with dogs being happy with this stuff?
Mallomars, being made primarily of corn syrup, could be the key to all of our transportation-energy needs. Therefore: good.
Or possibly therefore: evil, depending on the consequences of releasing that much carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.
On the flipside of that, though, Mallomars, being chock-full of preservatives, could be a mode of carbon sequestration. So we’re back to good, again.
(Aside to hilzoy – that’s not a typo or misspelling in my comment above.)
Modern Mallomars — evil; Good old days Mallomars — good. Seriously, the Mallomars of my childhood were covered in luscious chocolate that would melt if you looked at it funny. Now they’re covered in waxy stuff that doesn’t taste like anything.
I am old and crochety.
Francis, I’d get a bigger yard or smaller dogs.
And would YOU want to defecate on Astroturf? I didn’t think so.
Jake
Jake, what else is astroturf good for?
rilkefan: it isn’t?
hilzoy, pas de tout. J’aurais pensé, un mot a la savante…
nope
Or is malomar where they have that cool telescope?
Jake:
bigger yard — do you know the cost of housing in So.Cal?
smaller dogs — take it up with them. neither has shown any interest in shrinking.
i’ll keep my toilet habits to myself, thanks. but you won’t catch me licking my butt or killing baby birds using my mouth only and dropping the corpse on my wife at midnight either.
All marshmallow-based foodstuffs are disgusting and should be illegal.
All marshmallow-based foodstuffs are disgusting, but it is necessary for the safety of the free world that people should be allowed their free choice to eat disgusting not-quite-food fluff.
And now for something completely different:
Won’t shat-upon Astroturf get gross very quickly? Mulch — wood chips or similar — might work better.
I thought rilkefan was just emphasizing the evil nature of the thing. Isn’t a malomar the opposite of a benomar?
The dissected frog with great relief finally croaks.
Ah.
Ah.
Miromar is where they train top guns.
If you have an accident, landing in a gigantic pile of mallomars might be good.
Used to train, I should have said.
And here I thought Mallomar was a country in SE Asia…..
And here I thought a Mallomar was an Arabic gentleman who frequented indoor shopping centers.
The military trains on a place named “Peace, Omar”?
err, Arab. Damn, I hate it when I botch a joke, even a stupid one.
“As a result, my perfect little patch of greenery is mostly bare mud.”
Have the exact same problem, continually working on it. Laid fescue last year, the dogs killed it.
1) Walk dogs. Dogs prefer to excrete on other people’s (and other dog’s) territory.
Be good citizen, clean up after your dog, throw the little blue bag into the bushes. Just kidding.
2) Somebody recommended zoysia. I think. I may try that after I am thru with the ten pounds of fescue. I seed weekly, water constantly. And never ever mow. I am hoping the natural grasses and weeds are tougher than the dogs.
3) This is tough. Am involved with multiple municipal dog parks, and the experts plug, water daily and still can’t keep a lawn. Dog urine is at least as destructive as poop.
4)Vastly prefer caramel or coconut centers. Like chewy instead of fluffy. Not sure what a Mallomar is, but I think I hate it.
“4)Vastly prefer caramel or coconut centers. Like chewy instead of fluffy. Not sure what a Mallomar is, but I think I hate it.”
Words of pure truth no doubt falling on deaf ears like … like a baby’s tears falling on the sands of a desert.
I think the dropping dead birds on your wife at midnite might be a little too close to, what was that story? oh yeah, THE GODFATHER.
I don’t think it would go over very well.
Not at all.
As for SoCal, there is a reason most of us don’t live there, and it ain’t the weather.
So, let me get this right, you chose the yard, you chose the dogs, and now you want to complain about the mud? It makes you sound like a republican, you know.
Next thing you know, you’ll want a taller fence or the National Guard.
Jake
I’m trying to be funny here, but real life can’t be beat.
“As for SoCal, there is a reason most of us don’t live there, and it ain’t the weather.”
There isn’t room for most of us?
Here is an article
I saw two pieces of good advice here:water lightly several times a day, and a mulch or grass pile. I know my female dog loves them.
I am also trimming trees to get more sun, but the shaded house can mean $30-50 a month here in Texas.
“As for SoCal, there is a reason most of us don’t live there, and it ain’t the weather.”
Because that’s where my dad lives, and most of us want to be as far away from him as possible?
(Note to dad: if you ever happen to read this, it’s a joke. Really. You know my wacky sense of humor.)
Mallomars=evil
Moon pies=unadulterated goodness
Don’t forget the RC.
“Mallomars–good or evil?”
I cannot rationally will that everyone eat Mallomars, because there would not be enough to go round. Thus, I cannot eat a Mallomar.
Also in the open-thread spirit, I share this gratuitous blog post o’ mine:
Today on the interstate, we saw a Plymouth Quest with the license plate “GODGFT.” We’re not sure what’s worse, that “GODGIFT” was already taken, or that someone thought “GODGFT” was an acceptable alternative.
Anyway, we were moved to add another verse to the Janis Joplin classic, “Mercedes Benz”:
Anderson: for some reason, I am reminded of a sign I once saw, on a miserable day in the driving rain:
DIVORCED? ABANDONED?
WE WILL BUY HIS GIFTS OF GOLD!
Marshmallows: demonstrably evil.
Since this is an open thread, I’d like to say that I have a new kitten and that she is the cutest kitten of all time.
If one is sitting around a campfire (which $DEITY knows, I’ve not done in decades, despite the temptations here; when I’m physically up to it, and find companions, I’d love to), toasting the marsh of the mallow is mandatory.
And timing is key.
Meanwhile I make do with grilling burgers on one of the two burners, and beating on Boy Scouts, whom I once was genuine fond of as a mere Second-Class Scout and Assistant Patrol Leader, rhetorically, for excluding pagans.
Marshmallows on sweet potatoes/yams still work on ocassion for me.
But JM objects to meat and fruit in the same meal, as I recall, and meat and sweets in general, so I call her on that. Sweets and meats have a long tradition, even outside sweet and sour pork!
(Not asking her around for tsimmis at Passover, I guess, not that she’s asked to come by for a visit, mores the pity.)
I denounce Jackmormon for Midwestern blandness! Stone her! Stone her, but offer her sweet meats! Do it now!
Um, note that “sweetmeats” means a hellova different thing.
Crazy Brits.
Rhymes with Orange cartoon from the other day:
Dog and cat walk by diner advertising
Next panel, the dog says to a waiter, “I’ll have the Angel Meat, and she’ll have the Hair Balls”.
Jake: unlike Godfather, our little b*tch was very proudly showing us what she did. her message was love and affection, not give Frank Sinatra a contract.
unfortunately, she didn’t want to eat it, and she didn’t want to let it go either. pick it up, put it down, pick it up, put it down. etc.
Akitas, btw, have VERY VERY strong jaws.
as for the small yard / large dogs conundrum, i’d prefer to think that I was an idiot, not a republican, thank you very much. even in adversity i have standards.
bob: the Synlawn stuff has a sand bed, not a concrete bed. so i’m hoping that i can hose down the stuff i can’t pick up.
An Akita ate my childhood dog.
Gary, it was a peach and lamb koresht I was kvetching about. Sweet, yes–blandly midwestern, no. I liked the pomegranate and duck koresht from the same recipe book! It is true that I’ve been known to opine on the intarwebs that ice cream and frosting, for example, are gross. Oh, and sugar in coffee and tea, and high-fructose corn syrup in anything, and white chocolate, and light chocolate.
Hm.
Um, note that “sweetmeats” means a hellova different thing.
Crazy Brits.
I’ve always been bothered that sweetmeats are candy, sweetbreads are meat, and sweet breads are breads that are sweet.
And that inflammable and flammable mean the same thing.
What is koresht?
Tsimmis I know about, and Gary can have my portion.
Koresht (or Koresh) basically means “stew” in Persian. Here‘s a recipe for the pomegranate and duck one I liked. The next time I cook Persian food, though, I’m going to halve the sugar content suggested by the recipe.
Mondo Grass
Or Monkey Grass.
I think you’ll find that my opinions about Mallomars are well-considered (see my blog post, linked here) and supported by the best available evidence (see this link; this longitudinal study, linked here; this latitudinarian study; and these three charts). They are also expressed in even-tempered tones of sweet reason.
However, my feelings about people who arrive at the opposite viewpoint on the question of Mallomars are VEHEMENTLY POLEMICAL!
I am completely FED UP with the kind of NONSENSE that gets spread around–without ANY substantiation, either–by self-appointed experts who think they know SQUAT about Mallomars.
But I can’t say I’m SURPRISED that people who would take that sort of view about Mallomars would stoop to relying on arguments like THOSE–or should I say “arguments”–given how fundamentally wrong-headed their motivations are. I think we all know what they’re up to. I think it’s pretty clear, isn’t it?
Bahh! That’s it. I am fed up with this entire discussion–I don’t see why I waste my time trying to “debate” with people whose views on Mallomars are so viscerally loathesome. So long. I’m out of here. That’s it.
Your link is broken.
Do they serve Khorsesh in Waco?
😛
…or ‘Khoresh‘, even.
(I blame the typo on sugar shock from the mallomars.)
Or possibly therefore: evil, depending on the consequences of releasing that much carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.
No, no, Slarti – good! Haven’t you seen the new advertisement from the Competitive Enterprise Institute, promoting the life-giving properties of carbon dioxide? The link to the ad comes after the 2nd paragraph.
Remember: “Carbon Dioxide: They call it pollution. We call it life.”
Whoops, I see rilkefan scooped me hours ago (obeiscence in rilkefan’s direction).
But remember: “Carbon Dioxide: They call it pollution. We call it life.”
Shammai says, mallomars are kosher, yet they mix different substances and contain gelatin, thus misleading the unwary into thinking these things are generally permissible under the law. Also, they distract from the study of Torah. Therefore, bad.
But Hillel says, how do we know that they are good? Because it is written, I brought ye to a land of milk and honey. Milk, that is whey, and honey, that is corn syrup, together. For if they were not to be eaten together, it would have said only, I brought ye to a land of milk honey. The vov shows us that they are to be eaten together, and with graham cracker, in remembrance of the Temple.
Aha! It didn’t occur to me before, but mallomars are in fact a factory produced imitation of s’mores.
The sadness of your sign, Hilzoy, is alleviated only by imagining the contemplation which went into its composition.
ral: Aha! It didn’t occur to me before, but mallomars are in fact a factory produced imitation of s’mores.
It never occurred to me before to go look up Mallomars on wiki, but I have just done so, and according to wiki, Mallomars are basically like Wagon Wheels:
I’ve never seen a Mallomar. I always thought they were only available in New York City.
What about Mallo Cups? Those are wonderful.
Distressingly, I realize I quoted a guest reviewer on A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down, not Nicey himself. What Nicey has to say about Wagon Wheels (do they sound like Mallomars to you, or ought wiki to edit that reference?)
Jackmormon: I’ve always been bothered that sweetmeats are candy, sweetbreads are meat, and sweet breads are breads that are sweet.
Also, mincemeat contains no meat, sweetbreads contain no bread, marshmallows contain no marsh mallows, and Eurocrats chose shortbread to represent the UK in Sweet Europe.
Ah, the French they are a funny race, they eat mallomars for breakfast, but not in Alsace.
Helas, Jes, that funny comment was by double-plus-ungood. Not that that excuses English cuisine, no, not by any extent…Or EU food standards, if you want to put it that way.
Marshmallows used to be made from marsh mallows, though, back in Egyptian times (and I think the early modern ones too).
And I giggled like crazy when, on the Colbert Report, they put up a card that I insisted read “Moammar: Good Or Evil?”
“Not that that excuses English cuisine, no, not by any extent…”
English cuisine of the last fifteen or twenty years is, in fact, generally fabulous.
Not even counting all the curries.
It’s the reputation from the 1950s and 1960 and to some degree 1970s, that’s hanging around past its sell-by date and spoiling the party, not actual English cooking for quite some time.
Though they may not have yet caught up on pizza, to be sure (hadn’t when I was there in late nineties; but the quality of food was otherwise mostly all excellent, down to having a vastly better selection of stored sandwichs in average corner groceries than America has, and not to mention the superiority of an average Tescos to an average Safeway (though Whole Foods is good competition).
Plus, curries. And chains of French semi-fast food.
Photo of a tree. Caption: “I’m sucking life”.
Hmmm…Koresht. Good and dead, or evil and dead?
I blame canned bread on the Brits. They might not have come up with it, but they very well could have, so I blame them.
Though they may not have yet caught up on pizza, to be sure …
I understand that Glaswegians enjoy deep-fried pizza.
Well, if not England, New England. What’s the diff?
Humorous article on canned bread here.
For some reason I can’t post a comment on HoCH, so I’ll post it here: jackmormom would like suggestions for conservative posters for this site. I suggest recruiting one or more of the guys from Outside the Beltway. Thye are pretty prolific and could easily spare a post or to for this site from their output of six or seven a day. Also they aren’t doctrinaire, shrill, mean, or any of that and they post on all sorts of subjects.
There was a TV commercial some years back, put on by the Grapefruit growers: stiff old guy looks at big dusty book and says something along the line that the rules clearly state that grapefruit is to be eaten at breakfast, with a spoon. The point of the ad was to claim that this rule no longer applies. I doubt it was successful, because, that was in fact the rule, and I’m here to tell you, it does still apply.
The rule, from the big book, on the marshmallow is as follows: marshmallows shall be eaten outside, after dark, from a stick, lightly roasted over an open fire. The fire may not be fueled by natural gas or charcoal. Chocolate may be added by persons between the ages of 6 and 15, who are members of formally constituted groups (eg Girl Scouts) but only during formal gatherings of such groups.
Anything else is a sin. The mallomar is therefore evil.
I grew up eating B&M and cream cheese sandiches. Not every day, of course, but often enough. I’m certainly not going to take any guff about from anyone who thinks a mallomar might be ‘good.’
Dogs’ yard: bales of straw, strewn liberally.
Lily:
HOCB has enabled a “blogger must approve all comments” feature before the comment can be posted.
I’m waiting for one to be posted, too.
Maybe that is what happened to yours.
Though if DaveC. is now the comment moderator, methinks I’ll need to change my entire personality and go deep cover. 😉
I understand that Glaswegians enjoy deep-fried pizza.
Not just Glaswegians. It’s a Scottish thing.
(When pizza first arrived in the UK, it was mostly available pre-made and frozen. You were meant to re-heat it in an oven. But in Scotland, fast food is inevitably deep-fried. Frozen pizza is fast food, and what Scots thought ought to be done with it was drop it, frozen, in a hot-fat fryer, and let it defrost and fry at the same time. The defrosting bread soaked up the hot oil, and the resultant dish is soggy with fat and oddly crisp and flavoured with whatever fish or meat has been fried in the oil before it, plus a faint lingering flavor of tomato and cheese. You don’t want to know how I know this.)
Deep-fried Mars bars, however, are a joke on tourists.
Wait, HoCB has enabled what? Whoops.
[Disappears into the template.]
Sorry, everyone: I misunderstood what “comment moderation” actually means in Blogger. Your old comments have been sent to a blank email field, which means, I think, that they’re gone. Would somebody (without posting privileges) try to leave a comment there now, so I can be sure I turned the feature off correctly?
I got in a line at Chipolte’s and mused about queueing.
Just one word:
scooter-pies.
I suggest recruiting one or more of the guys from Outside the Beltway. Thye are pretty prolific and could easily spare a post or to for this site from their output of six or seven a day. Also they aren’t doctrinaire, shrill, mean, or any of that and they post on all sorts of subjects.
Steve Verdon would be good. Joyner can be a bit of a tool; I quit being a regular over there after he endorsed some lie of Hugh Hewitt’s or somesuch. Tho I did see Lily’s comments apropos of the Seattle public schools’ … expansive definition of cultural racism.
OTB’s commenters, however, include some of the most frightening paleolithics out there, the kind of people you think shouldn’t even be allowed to vote.
Not just Glaswegians. It’s a Scottish thing.
If it’s not Glaswegian, it’s crap.
Oops, what I meant to say was :
Jes: Not just Glaswegians. It’s a Scottish thing.
If it’s not Glaswegian, it’s crap.
I think I recommended Steve way back when OW was looking for a conservative writer. Of course, Steve would drive me absolutely up a tree because he can’t spell to save his life, but he’s pretty good otherwise.
“HOCB has enabled a “blogger must approve all comments” feature before the comment can be posted.
I’m waiting for one to be posted, too.”
I’ve given up waiting. None of my comments post.
Gary: They are now.
I thought it was just me. Maybe it’s just you.
😉
Gary, see here.
“Gary, see here.”
I’m pretty unsure how one link on ObWi to another on ObWi says something about anothr blog.
Baffled, actually. WTF?
In short, I have immense faith in Jackmormon.
But I don’t yet know how to make sense of the crap yet offered. Not a one of the explanations yet makes any sense.
I’m utterly and conviningly of the belief that JM is honest and truthful and honorable.
But she’s not making much sense, so far.
I expect that’s due to some sort of problem she’s having with software.
I hope she fixes it soon.
I sent e-mails. Repeating links to prior comments here is, well, what does one expect of shouting louder and repeating?
Here’s what the above link said, Gary:
I screwed up. I think it’s working fine now, as a number of people unaffiliated with the site have now been able to comment.
And checking out the site, my coments still have been eliminated. I discussed a certain New York Review of Books article.
When someone wants to discuss that with me, after seeing the non-censored article, cool.
Until then, well, let me know when I can post there, and hear back responses to what I wrote.
“I screwed up. I think it’s working fine now, as a number of people unaffiliated with the site have now been able to comment.”
Okay, I belive you’re acting in good faith, of course.
I don’t get why various other folks had comments posted, though, after mine.
And I don’t get why you… okay, I’ll ease up on that.
Okay, now I’ll reload, taking far longer then it ever takes to look at my blog, as I do a jillion times a day. Since this is an imcomplete page, as ever.
d-p-u-g: If it’s not Glaswegian, it’s crap.
Yes.
The Scots have a very inclusive and eclectic approach to international cuisine. (Possibly this goes along with their inclusive and eclectic approach to international football.) If it can be fried in a deep fat frier, the Scots will eat it.
Unfortunately, if it can’t be deep-fried, the Scots will dip it in batter and do so anyway.
Unfortunately, if it can’t be deep-fried, the Scots will dip it in batter and do so anyway.
Huge amounts of sugar seem to be a reasonable substitute for frying in Scottish cuisine. My Granny’s tablet was so sweet it burned going down, and two piece would cause blindness and convulsions.
Sigh.
Hey, but I recently read that organic twinkies are on the way. mmmmm…. fried orangic twinkies….. (puke)…
If it’s not Glaswegian, it’s crap.
Wow, and I thought Hume’s Razor was the ultimate in Scottish library-clearing principles:
If we take in our hand any volume; of divinity or school metaphysics, for instance; let us ask, Does it contain any abstract reasoning concerning quantity or number? No. Does it contain any experimental reasoning, concerning matter of fact and existence? No. Commit it then to the flames: for it can contain nothing but sophistry and illusion.
But now I can simply ask, “Is it Glaswegian?” Allowing me to discard, inter alia, Hume.
Allowing me to discard, inter alia, Hume.
Well, Hume was from Edinburgh…
My (late) Northern-Irish brother-in-law used to make us white bread, baked in heaps of butter…
There are things I like in British cookery, but also things I hate. The amount of cream used for normal cooking is abysmall (or maybe that is just my family-in-law)
“There are things I like in British cookery, but also things I hate. The amount of cream used for normal cooking is abysmall (or maybe that is just my family-in-law)”
Judging British cooking by a cook in your family doesn’t seem the best method, yes.
Generally sampling British restaurants might be a better method.
Everything *they* order is rather creamy too 🙂
And my family-in-law >1
I probably should note that matters on I Hate Charles Bird have been cleared up.
It’s a shame my words to the world on former topics have been ever lost. I expect worldwide weeping and tribulation, and a great amount of flagelation on the parties responsible. Repentence is due, as is humiliation and worship of my toes.
Okay, maybe not. I have better parts, as it happens.
But I do like lots of creamy stuff, not that it helps my desire to lose weight, which has become rather urgent of late.
Gary: drinking two liters of water per day and eating 300 grams of vegetables a day is a good start for most people… as is replacing cream with cottagecheese in most recepies.
I am a weightwatch fan – I lost over 70 pounds lbs the last 14 months (gained in pregnancy, pregnancy had a rotten effect on my thyroid gland).
100
Oy, still with the Mallomars?
How about the fact that, as Mark Kleiman puts it, “any citizen is now subject to being “disappeared,” without any recourse, at the unreviewable whim of the Executive Branch“?
I think that all of us, with the possible exception of Jackmormon, would agree that the “state secrets” doctrine poses a much greater threat than Mallomars do.
I wasn’t kidding here.
Okay, make that Jackmormon and Rilkefan.
Can we really wait for the Mallomar threat to become a mushroom cloud? Or is that a marshmallow cloud?
Snark off.
Yes, by all means, we could stem the Darfur crisis and pay off the effing deficit if we gave up spending money on Mallomars, that gunk that cleans the whitewall tires on cars, breast implants, penile implants, romance novels, the electronic thingeys that turn on Brad Pitt’s stereo, adjust his blinds, and currycomb his cat with the push of a button, designer brusselsprouts on the Iron Chef, printing the crappy newspapers and magazines clogging the checkout lines at the supermarket, and the Red Stripe I’m drinking just now.
I’m serious, the three remaining Red Stripes notwithstanding.
This should be in the Democratic platform. It might peel off a few of the moral aesthetes in the Republican Party plus it would be fun to hear the whining from Americans as diverse as Barbara Streisand, Larry Kudlow, your favorite cab driver, and Hunter over at Red State.
Won’t happen. Plus it would lose big at the polls. But I’m thinking billboards, say, in Darfur, listing the stuff we can’t jettison to help them, would be instructional.
Not guilt-inducing. Who cares about that? Instructional.
Brad Pitt can electronically currycomb his cat? Wow, I gotta get one of those!
–Oh, right. Darfur. Luxuries bad. Sorry.
(Psst … post the link for the currycomb thingie, wouldja?)
rilkefan, are you saying that no money or other resources should be spent on anything other than bare necessities until everyone in the world has food and shelter enough? Or are you drawing a line somewhere that happens to stop short of Mallomar purchases? And if the latter, where do you draw the line and how do you justify it?
kenB, that was part of my continuing intellectual argument with hilzoy about morality, if there is such a thing – I personally am a nihilist, so as far as I’m concerned you can set your money on fire if that does it for you. Certainly I can’t see any good moral argument for maintaining any but the bare essentials for a maximally productive life. From a Rawlsian perspective, if you didn’t know whether you were going to be born in Mogadishu or Manhattan, where would you set the US mallomar expenditure level?
That I happen not to like most sweets is not relevant to the above view.
I don’t recall that discussion (well, I vaguely recall it, but at this moment I’m not sure whether that recollection is real or induced) — do you have a link?
I have a lot of scattered thoughts on the topic, but before I can attempt to bring any sort of order to them, I’d need to better define the domain of the discussion — are we talking about an appropriate moral code for you or me as individuals living in the culture that we have now, or a moral code for the entire culture? Are we talking about a ideal morality for ideal humans, or a practical morality for the weak and fallen people that we are?
If we’re talking about a code for ourselves to follow in the present society, I’d distinguish between a “heroic” morality (that only a few of us could ever hope to live up to) vs. a “good-enough” morality (that we could reasonably expect most people to be able to follow). Giving up all your luxuries while living among people who continue to enjoy theirs is a very difficult thing to do.
If we’re talking about the ideal morality to enforce on the entire culture at once, then the question turns to whether we’re dealing with human nature as we know it or a perfected version of it. Having a moral stricture against excessive possessiveness is easier to imagine in a society of arhants than the society we have now.
Also re the ideal vs. real plane, if I personally didn’t know where I would be born, I would probably want the distribution of wealth to be as flat as possible; however, the ability of individuals to generate and retain wealth (and thus create income disparity) has some happy economic benefits. So, if my universal moral code stipulates that everyone should give away their excess wealth to those who have less, that would seem to disincentivize people from working, unless we’re talking about idealized people who will continue to work just as hard even though they won’t personally enjoy the fruits of their extra labor.
I’ll conclude my late-night rambling by confessing that I haven’t read Rawls and thus am unable to see anything from his perspective. No, actually, I’ll conclude it by asking what kind of freak of nature you are that you don’t like sweets, and then asking if you would keep my address on file just in case someone ignorant of your tastes happens to give you a box of See’s for Christmas.
kenB, it’s been more occasional sniping on my part than an argument, here and at Philosoraptor’s blog. No doubt your questions are good ones, but I’m really not the one to answer them, since I think things incompatible with such questions making sense.
Anyway, check out the difference principle, which you’ve probably already arrived at. I was talking about the veil of ignorance.
Yeah, one can’t put sriracha on See’s, or not reasonably – but Mrs. R. likes candy.
Yeah, one can’t put sriracha on See’s, or not reasonably…
And why not? I mean, sure it’s a violation of nature and all that… but you’re just the guy to try it!
“Gary: drinking two liters of water per day and eating 300 grams of vegetables a day is a good start for most people… as is replacing cream with cottagecheese in most recepies.”
I actually do that stuff.
http://washingtontimes.com
It’s a shame this wasn’t a Republican. Hilzoy would have written 3 long and detailed posts by now. She could have described how corrupt the Republican’s have become under Bush and how we need to throw the bumbs out. But it’s a Democrat… so only silence.
Excuse the spelling. In a rush to post. Bumbs are really just bums.
But it’s a Democrat… so only silence.
maybe she’s busy. you’ll note she hasn’t posted anything on this thread since the 18th.
nah. couldn’t be.
it’s probably because she’s so riddled with shame over her inability to post things that put Democrats in a bad light that she’s hiding in the closet until this story blows over.
Hilzoy did include the bit about Mollohan in her “Heavens Roll Up” post (the one right before this one). Perhaps that would have been a more appropriate place to complain about her ignoring it.
tblu: “Excuse the spelling. In a rush to post. Bumbs are really just bums.”
So! That’s what a “bum rush” is!
Or maybe a “bumb rush” 😉
Better than a bum rash.
But not better than a rum bash.
…and that’s the tram duth!
Ok. Now we’re just bumbling.
better than rumbling, i suppose…
I actually do that stuff.
Ah, darn, than it needs serious dieting I’m afraid, which is much harder.
Congrats Cleek! I hope to lose the last 30 this year, but am bad at resisting temptation so have a hard time with following a very strict regime 🙂
But the reward is sooo….. eh…. rewarding 🙂
Since this is an open thread, I think it’s high time we stopped lauding Dan Brown for the Da Vinci Code — if indeed we ever were — and gave credit to Geoffrey Chaucer for his original poem, The Cipher Of Leonardo.
Congrats Cleek!
ah. i think i was too subtle.
no, i didn’t lose 100lbs – that’s practically 2/3rds of my weight! i was just tossing in a meaningless post for #100 on the thread. 🙂
lol @ cleek
Ick. Well, I have to say that Dan Brown has probably set a new record for the most sales from the least writing ability. Although, to be fair, I managed to make it all the way through The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons without once horking up. I’m putting him right up there in the writing hall of fame with Dale Brown and Sandra Brown.
Well, I have to say that Dan Brown has probably set a new record for the most sales from the least writing ability.
Steven King’s gonna be pissed
Steven King’s gonna be pissed
Stephen King can actually write, though. He may not do it all that much, but when he’s got a mind? Yowza.
I liked the beginning of the DaVinci Code, but got rather dissappointed towards the end. My mother in law bought me a set of his books – but I can’t find the time to start reading them. Plenty of other books, most of them not really high level – but Dan Brown…. hmmmmm
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