Null Set

From that Yglesias twat:

Name one.

Seriously.  I have studied Nazi Germany extensively for well over half a century — both as an amateur historian* and as a serious student (as part of my Western Civ major) — and I’ve yet to come up with a single Nazi “idea” that can be called good.

And I don’t accept the red herring about aeronautics and blitzkrieg, for instance.  Those were engineering and military ideas conceived by Germans, not Nazis;  and in many if not most cases, they predate the NDSAP’s assumption of power in 1933.

If you exclude any “good” Nazi ideas that weren’t related to making war, propaganda or genocide more efficient, or furthering the Nazis’ obsession with race, you’re not going to find any.

Ich habe Dachau gesehen.

Oh, and please don’t even think of the “medical advances” made by using concentration camp inmates as guinea pigs, because that just turns my stomach.  Ditto the “miracle” of keeping their industrial centers going despite the Allied bombing, which they achieved only through extensive use of slave labor.

So as a piece of provocative writing, Yglesias’s little statement is cute — but it’s also specious.  The Nazis had no good ideas, and to even suggest they did is either malicious or moronic.


*I first read Shirer’s Rise And Fall back when I was in high school, and have re-read it maybe a dozen times since.  Ditto works from Erich Manstein and a host of other military figures.  Even that slimy little shit Albert Speer’s Inside The Third Reich  has been on my bookshelf.  And the lasting impression from all of them is that the Nazis were absolutely hopeless, at everything.

Canceled Entertainment

Great moments in bad timing, #435:

Formula 1 is going to have to cancel the two Grand Prix races in April, because the venues (Bahrain and Saudi Arabia) have become an unwitting victim of Operation Kick Shi’a Iranian Ass.

This sucks big time….

…although strictly speaking it serves F1 right because they should never have given the Arabs so many Grands Prix in the first place.

The races can’t be rescheduled because the calendar is full and there’s no room at the inn.

But in the grand scheme of things, it’s irrelevant because the new “formula” in Formula 1 has turned the races into even more boring spectacles than they were before, which is saying something.

I have a simple fix for their “boring” problem, by the way (although they won’t want to hear it):

Ditch those pathetic half-Duracell / half-tiny-turbo engines (1500cc?  WTF?) and replace them with gasoline-powered 2.5-litre V16s, screaming their lungs out and deafening spectators at 18,000rpm.  And let the drivers drive, instead of forcing them to be battery-power managers.

And then I’ll show you all around my unicorn garden.

“Dear Dr. Kim”

“Dear Dr. Kim:

“I’m a free spirit; I love taking risks and having sex with strangers. I’m 30 and I’ve tried conventional relationships. Boring. I can’t stand guys telling me to what to do. I can’t think of anything worse than being tied down to one person.
“From hook-up apps and dating websites to old-fashioned pick-up joints, nothing thrills me more than spotting someone I fancy and dragging him back to mine. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy risky sex in cars, down alleys, in parks and on beaches too – because I really do. Just recently I’ve had married men, toy boys, freaks, weirdoes and normals and I’ve lapped up every one of them. Finally, I’m taking life by the throat.
“I look fitter and sexier too. People are saying that I’ve got an amazing glow and energy about me – and I put that down to the great sex I’m having.
“Here’s my problem:  My folks keep nagging me to find a partner and settle down. They call me an embarrassment and a disgrace. They claim that my lifestyle is out of control and that I’m in danger of burning out.
“So the price I pay is constant grief from my old-fashioned, interfering family. Of course, they don’t know the half of what I get up to, but they can’t stand that I’m a single woman with a high sex drive and the ability to attract dishy blokes. I’ve just had the most monumental row with my older sister who called me a slut and an embarrassment. How do I make everyone understand that I just don’t care?”
Bonks Anything, UK

Dear BonksALot:

I’m not going to get into any morality plays with you, because like a suicide bomber, you’re pretty much past redemption.  (Although I have to say that your sister has it pretty much nailed, so to speak.)

What I’m curious about is how your poor family got to know all about your freestyle bonking.  Do you tell them all about it at every opportunity?  Have others been telling them about it?  Do you post your tawdry little stories on Instagram or TikTok or whatever?

Frankly, I’m pretty sure that your next letter to me will be a complaint that your family no longer wants to see you or have anything to do with you — no invitations to Christmas dinners, nor to weddings and so on.

Go on and be happy with the lifestyle you’ve chosen for yourself.  You deserve it, and all the consequences thereof.

Quick Note

I went to the Sooper-Seekrit mailbox on Saturday, and found several entries for the Parker-Hale drawing, in the form of papyrus checks, cuneiform tablets and some cash (sent by people who still trust the USPS[!]).

Fear not;  all of you were entered in the drawing, which I did the next day (Sunday).

One attached note was particularly touching:  “If I’m too late for the drawing, just send the money on to the Widow Irish anyway.”

I have the best Readers on the Internet.

And by the way:  I spoke to her yesterday and she sends her joyous thanks to everyone here.

Quote Of The Day

From this guy, talking about the Iranian Ass-Kicking Exercise and BritPM Starmer’s reaction thereto:

“Progressive realism has met reality: when the chips are down, nobody cares about international law; nobody cares about tolerance and diversity; nobody cares about human rights; nobody cares about doing the right thing. They care about winning.”

Yup.  It works at both the macro- and micro levels, btw.  (see:  Righteous Shootings)