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Conspiracy Theories

My great-grandfather Andrew Powell was a corporal with this outfit. One of these men is probably him, but I don’t know which one it is.

Conspiracy theories are an old phenomenon. People need to know how come things happen, and if they don’t know, they make stuff up. Right now, maybe for a long time now, conspiracy theories in the US seem to find their best home with those to the right of the political spectrum. Do radical conservative views and conspiracy theories have a similar basic source? I just report. You decide. There is one conspiracy theory, though, that seems to have developed great legs over the years. That is that the left is deliberately importing people of races other than white in order to replace the current, legitimate, old-time, American government with one of socialist, communist, totalitarian bent.

As a person whose views have always been leftish, I can categorically state, before I go on, that none of that theory is true. Except that minority people are becoming more politically powerful. That is because of basic demographics, not any conspiracy. I promise you, the left has nothing to do with it, other than that it seems to be more attractive to immigrant populations than does the right, but even then, not always.

So, what the heck? Well, the Replacement Theory is racist on its face. I mean, if someone were conspiring to allow, I dunno, English people to become more powerful, would there be a backlash? How about Irish? Italian? German? You know, the English are the only one of those four national origins that has not been the subject of irrational prejudice in the US. Chef Boyardi (Boy-ar-dee, get it?) was advised against opening an Italian restaurant in New York because of this anti-Italian prejudice. Now, of course, Italian food isn’t even considered ethnic. It’s just American food, like hot dogs and hamburgers (both of which came from Germany.) And there has always been a vein of mistrust of strangers in history, but until relatively modern times, no mention of “races” of humans. The Romans disliked those “dark skinned foreigners” and sometimes gave them grief even in the Legions, for example, but the Romans never said those people weren’t, well, people, normal people, but with odd customs. Okay, that’s natural. But race? Where does that come from?

Simple enough to see, historically. When Columbus first encountered “Indians” he wrote that it would be a good thing to make Christian slaves out of them. Slavery was common until a couple of centuries ago, after all, so that’s not surprising. And the religion common in Europe at that time preached that a Christian slave was freer than a pagan free man (sound familiar?) So there’s that: religious justification for enslavement of other peoples. But wait, there’s more!

De Gama and other Portuguese explorers not only found what were to them now territories and foreign people, they also discovered the lucrative trade to be engaged in of buying slaves in Ghana to sell to wealthy people in Europe and, increasingly, the colonies. Unfortunately for the slave trade, the Enlightenment was stirring, positing notions of ideas such as “all men are created equal.” (That was a later refinement, but the roots of the idea are to be found considerably earlier.) This meant that, to be considered an educated and sophisticated person, one had to endorse the notion that men were inherently free. What then, of the slaves? They looked like men, but they certainly weren’t free. What about them? Well, now here comes the idea of classes of men based on their region of origin or appearance. Those slaves were all of the darkest complexions, so what the heck, let’s call them “black.” We enlightened Europeans, of course, are light-skinned, so let’s be the opposite of black, that is, “white.” And, once we’ve established that, we can classify the entire population of the world based on what amounts to the color of their skin. Et voila! Race is born!

The idea of races of people was made up by Europeans now calling themselves “white.” It wasn’t true then, and it isn’t true now, but there is a substantial group of people in the United States who cling to that lie as if their lives depend on it. Conspiracy theories about race all stem from the one root theory, that there is such a thing as a white race in the first place, which there isn’t. No wonder the current right-wing contingent is so biased in favor of “replacement theory” and other euphemisms for White Supremacy. Their entire underlying assumption is a lie to begin with! All they’d have to do to feel better about the world is give up the idea of White Supremacy. A few will. Some have. I imagine it’s difficult. And I don’t believe that denigrating them on social media will do a thing to help ease the situation.

They are Americans, after all, and they deserve some respect simply for being human beings. If it’s true that love beats hate, then the way to defeat the right wing is to love them, not hate them. And I do believe that the best way to show that love is to lovingly vote their people out of public office. Please. This is a crucial year for the experiment that is the United States. What do you say we move it a notch or two closer to what our founders said it was going to be? Let’s give it a try, okay?

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By the way, I am descended from a genuine, Philadelphia, W.A.S.P. named William Powell. 12 of his sons (!) fought with the Continental Army. My great-grandfather Andrew fought with the 123rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry in the Civil War. His side won.

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Biased Observations From France Parte Deux

You may know who painted this, even. It’s in le Musee d’Orsay, if you want to go see it better.

As promised a few days ago, here is a post about things France could improve on. My cold is slowly easing up. I hope I can narrate by the weekend. We’ll see.

So France does some things better than the United States does them. My 157 mph average speed trip from Paris to Poitiers this morning was one of those things. But, France also needs improvement in a few areas. (Not manners. See my last post for details.)

One thing that bugs me is that you need to go to a pharmacie even if all you want is some aspirin. If it’s actual medication, only a pharmacie can sell it. (Pharmacie is French for Pharmacy.) I wanted some athlete’s foot treatment, get it in any grocery for cheap, right? Nope, not at all! Had to go to a pharmacy, ask for it at the counter (they do have some things out where you can pick them up and go pay) and pay about three times as much, on a per volume basis, for some creme to treat athlete’s foot. Same with antihistamine, decongestant, cough syrup, eye drops, and of course those obscure medical brands of toothpaste and stuff. I find it outrageous, and expensive. Get a clue, France!

Another thing is showing up when you say you will. Mostly people do, but tradesmen, well, sometimes they’re not maybe all that prompt. I arranged for an electrician to replace a circuit in the kitchen on April 14th. Hasn’t shown up yet. At least the master electrician who diagnosed the problem was timely. Been waiting at least six weeks to have a door put between two upstairs rooms. Probably keep waiting for a while yet. At one parking garage next to the station in Poitiers, the elevator has been out of service for at least a whole month. Why? If you can’t fix it, make the doors look like janitor’s closets or something, right? Or just fix it. Seriously, now, France, you can’t just let things go to Hell like that. People will talk!

Pop music in France tends to run to poorly done house music. Partially this is because from 7am to 7pm stations are required to play a large percentage of artists from France only. The other half of the day you hear a lot of American rock and roll hits, which is okay but hardly original. Come on, France, boom-bah-boom, house music, boom-bah-boom, is okay for a while, boom-bah-boom, but all effing day? boom-bah boom!

Overall, I like France a great deal. People are friendly and eager to help, the food is mostly decent (though it could use a bit more heat) and health care is affordable. And I like the United States, even though we really should work on our transportation priorities a bit harder. The two countries are very similar in general zeitgeist and political inclinations. Both look to the same philosophies for their basic ideals. And, in spite of some tense times over the centuries, France and the US have never once gone to war with each other. Not many countries can say that about the US, can they?

I could rant on for both sides of the “who does it better” debate, but why bother. France is slower? Life is easier. The US makes the coolest cars. (True dat.) So, what the heck? Everyone should visit a country where the natives don’t speak their native language at least once. Any country on the European continent will do (except Switzerland,) and, if you’re desperate, heck, try the United Kingdom. Many people there, I’m convinced, don’t actually speak English. 🙂

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The Battle of the Katabatics — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

We simply were not going to escape the Cape of Storms without battling an onboarding wave or two. After rounding the Cape of Good Hope, Cape Town gave us a taste of its fierce Katabatic winds that fall off its scenic table mountain and shake unsuspecting sailors to death on a perfectly beautiful sun

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Sailors’ Milestones: Rounding South Africa’s Great Capes — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

We cast off from Knysna to complete our final sailing passage down South Africa’s “Shipwreck Coast” to round Cape Agulhas (the Southern most point of South Africa) and Cape of Good Hope, two capes competing for the title of the “Greatest Capes”. Will our rounding test which Cape

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Biased Observations From France

Truth: I didn’t take this one. But it is in the Public Domain.

You see what I did there, right? Instead of Las Vegas, I substituted France. Clever, huh?

I have been posting a series of videos on YouTube from France. I have another one just waiting to be narrated. That means writing up a narration with timing while watching the silent video, and then narrating it several times until it sounds good enough to record, then recording it. No problem, if one doesn’t have laryngitis. Which I do. So, I shall now probably disappoint some followers by posting this instead. Desolé, guys. But, I do want to share some impressions of the country I’ve spent the past two months in.

First, I’m not comparing to say one country is better than another. I have homes in both, I like both, but they are not exactly the same. Mostly they are the same, but not exactly. Here are a few things France does better (you might be surprised.)

First, supermarket carts. They wind up all over Vegas because people steal them to hold their worldly goods, or to joyride, or whatever. And those that don’t get stolen end up with flat wheels, or wobbly wheels, or worse, and they are still in use. Some stores have lines beyond which their carts will lock a wheel, but that doesn’t seem to stop people. It’s a problem. In France you will find all of the carts chained together end to end (in several rows) underneath some sort of weather shelter. You take a coin (50 centimes, 1 euro, or 2 euros) or a token made for the purpose in some cases, slide it into a slot, which pushes the locking device out of the handle of the cart. (They call them chariots. Cute, huh.) When you’re done, you the empty cart back to the shelter and use the locking device to push your coin or token out, and at no net cost to yourself, you get a cart that is never stolen, and rarely damaged in any way. This is so simple that it’s genius.

Second, French toilets are everything that Italian toilets are not. That is, they actually do what those commercials showing the guy dumping dog food into the toilet claim to do: you can flush almost anything. But, dark clouds are on the toilet horizon. Low-flow toilets in France, of which there aren’t many thankfully, plug into the electric source for the location, and when you flush they fill with water for a while (there is always some in there) until they sort of flush. A lot like an Italian toilet flushes. (If you’ve never used an Italian toilet, you wouldn’t believe me if I described how well they work. It’s not well at all.) Remember how much the first low-flow toilets in the US sucked? These are worse! But I have seen exactly one B&B with those toilets, and every single other one I’ve seen is a powerhouse of stuff removal. Yay, France on this one.

Third, something I’ve liked for years is that in France, manners are not optional. In America you walk into a store and you assume that the people there are obliged to serve your every whim. In France, not so much. The customer is sometimes a boorish nuisance, in fact. This is also true in the US, but you’re obliged to ignore that and be nice to them anyway. Frankly, that system sucks, and I’m glad to be somewhere that it doesn’t hold sway. What do I mean? First, and this is not an option in any sense of the word, you always say Hello! In French that’s bonjour, and it’s okay if you say it the way it looks, which is wrong, you’ll get full credit for the attempt. As I said, this is not an option. You can NOT overuse that word. The idea is that you are invading the store clerk’s space, and as they are a person deserving of respect, you must give it to them. If you’ve visited France and thought everyone was impolite, you didn’t say bonjour enough. Simple as that. Trust me on this one.

Almost as important as hello are please, thank-you, and good-bye. In French these are S’il vous plait (Mexican speakers, in Europe you always use the formal you, in France and in Spain too), merci, and au revoir. That please phrase sounds like See Voo Play, and you should be saying please in America, too. Merci sounds like mare-see. You can add a beaucouup (bow-coo) if you really mean it. And au revoir sounds like O re vware, with a flat a. Au revoir means literally “Until we see each other again.” You say that to someone that you’re about as likely to meet again as you are Julius Caesar, because it is respectful. The English equivalent is “see you later” or “Until the next time.” All of this goes back to the French Revolution (the first one.)

Much like others since, those revolutionaries were eager to reform everything. They came up with different names for days of the week, different months, and tried to come up with some way for all the “egals” (equals) to address each other. All that failed. As it happened, as time went by, and there were more revolutions and finally a third republic (ended by WWII) it was decided by common consent, apparently, that everybody shall be addressed as nobility. Therefore you always say bonjour madame or monsieur. Madame meaning literally “My Lady” and Monsieur meaning literally “My Lord.” It is deep in the French psyche that everyone gets that sort of respect, and I like that.

Okay, that’s some stuff I think France does better. Next post I’ll write about things I think France could learn a few things about. Au revoir!

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Decision Time In Knysna — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

We’ve been asked “how did you do it?” one million times. How did we achieve our dream to cast off and sail around the world? Spreadsheets are always the answer. Join us in this blog post to enjoy a bit of Knysna, South Africa scenery and to make our looming “next route” decision

Source: Decision Time In Knysna — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

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Sometimes We Are Indecisive — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

How do sailing cruisers decide where to go next? Many sailors have a route and a plan set in stone, guiding their every sea mile. We used to! It seems that went out the window a while ago, and now here we are trying to feel our way around in the dark. Where should we go next and when? That’s the de

Source: Sometimes We Are Indecisive — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

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Sometimes We Are Slow — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

The LiLly Pond Lodge After our hike, we turned the car about and drove the five minutes back to Lilly Pond. We turned left into the gate and announced our arrival through a little speaker that connected us directly to Nils. He let us in, and they both met us in the parking lot for welcome hugs. &am

Source: Sometimes We Are Slow — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

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Sometimes We’re Fast — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

At risk of being trapped in Knysna, we set off in search of long lost sailors who are currently testing the theory that sailors can successfully return to land and re-enter polite society after this ocean-going dalliance is done. Join us in this series of blog posts as we enjoy the South African’ Ga

Source: Sometimes We’re Fast — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

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The Post Modern Superstitious Sailor — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

We sailors aren’t really superstitious anymore, but… Join us on the next leg of our passage down South Africa’s Coast of Storms. We test our favor with Neptune as we attempt to enter the dreaded Knysna Heads where, if we succeed, we will be met with a yacht club steeped in history and gin distille

I’m not supersticious, black cat just crossed my trail . . . (sf)

Source: The Post Modern Superstitious Sailor — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World