Unschooled in Adjustment: Part 2

This isn’t just about WMD and other systematic self-delusion I discuss — it’s about the psychological gymnastics of human nature that’s become a plague across America:

Believing things that have no bearing on reality . . .

I play an aggressive game. I don’t flop. I’ve never been one of those guys

— Lebron James

There was a time when it would be embarrassing for a ball player to feign being fouled on the level of theatrics in King James’ court.

You’d be laughed off the court for pulling stunts like that in my day. This man takes no pride in how he wins — and it’s increasingly rare to find people who do.

It’s all the more absurd when you consider that even with the hardest-hitting fouls back in the 80s — nobody flailed about like that on impact.

Never mind Lebron’s built like a Tiger tank.

Tiger Tanks Could Withstand a Dozen Sherman[s]

The only way that so many levels of sham & stupidity could be so easily accepted — is that it was normalized little by little over time.

Ain’t that America

His words are pure fantasy

But it doesn’t matter, because that’s the country we’ve become — where words are empty and utterly baseless claims can be beaten into your brain as bedrock fact.

You can apply a follow-the-facts standard in one breath and abandon it the next . . .

And get away with it with ease — because you’ve got “friends”:

The individual believer must have social support. It is unlikely that one isolated believer could withstand the kind of disconfirming evidence we have specified. If, however, the believer is a member of a group of convinced persons who can support one another, we would expect the belief to be maintained and the believers to attempt to proselyte or to persuade nonmembers that the belief is correct.

These five conditions specify the circumstances under which increased proselyting would be expected to follow disconfirmation.

The NBA implemented an anti-flopping rule almost a decade ago, but it’s rarely enforced. That such a rule was needed in the first place is bad enough, but then they created one with fines that are a joke — since they miserably fail to follow through.

So the saga continues — much like America’s ever-increasing acceptance of the asinine & flagrantly false.

A buffoon befitting of this circus music — that is the legacy he’ll leave behind. He doesn’t concern himself with the future and the harm he does in shaping it.

And neither do you

In a country that can’t even establish that much — on a matter of world-altering magnitude: What makes you think that another documentary on climate change is gonna make a dent in hermetically sealed minds?

To conform to fact

Anyone in arguing in good faith would recognize that . . . and this:

We must agree that it was watermelon and consider what it means: Maybe nothing, maybe everything. But you pollute the debate when you won’t even acknowledge the irrefutable.

Worse than that — you poison your purpose . . .

And this one

The moment Obama caved into the Democratic Party playbook — he put Trump on the path to the presidency.

It’s quite possible that Comey’s cover-his-ass actions in the 11th hour tipped the scales. Given the possibility that a single event like that could alter the atmosphere of an election — what do you think pouring fuel on the fire for years did?

Given the tight margins — there’s not a doubt in my mind that these ploys put Trump in the White House.

And still — you don’t learn . . .

At the core of our country’s decline — is the unrelenting refusal to get to the bottom of anything.

Like this 1619 business: You wanna draw correlations from the past — while flagrantly ignoring crystal-clear connections in the present. Black Lives Matter, monuments, kneeling, and now this?

You’re all over the place — and you’ve got company:

There’s a galactic waste of time and energy on monuments & other symbols to make you think you’re making progress (firing up the base for fleeting gain).

We’ve got serious problems plaguing this country — and you’re concerned about some statue in a park?

enough already!

Let it go — and let’s get down to business.

And please — spare me your hyper-sensitivity training I flag down on The Yellow Brick Road.

Don’t get giddy on the Right: You’re just better at framing the narrative about the Left’s whiny and woke ways while you gleefully get away with your own.

When you start acting your age (and try living up to those values you wear on your sleeve) — maybe we can actually solve some problems.

But I wonder if you really even want to — as Dalrymple was right on the money:

Man is at least as much a problem-creating as a problem-solving animal. Better a crisis than the permanent boredom of meaninglessness.

— Life at the Bottom

The most costly entitlement of our time is the infinite faith people place in their own opinions . . . unburdened by whether they’re informed or not.

The human understanding when it has once adopted an opinion . . . draws all things else to support and agree with it. And though there be a greater number and weight of instances to be found on the other side, yet these it either neglects or despises . . . in order that by this great and pernicious predetermination the authority of its former conclusions may remain inviolate.

Whatever damage is being done by “safe spaces” on campus and such, it pales in comparison to the one that rules them all:

Where regurgitating garbage gets people to “Like” you — celebrating “victory” by clicking “bravo” to bad manners and bunk.

Social Media is Safe-Space Central

Anything Goes on Safe-Space Central — where you can hide amongst friends in fellowship of fury. The ever-rising ocean of partisan pettiness is gluttony under the guise of concern.

Origin of Safe-Space Central

November 20, 2016

So when the Left protests an election — they’re “snowflakes,” but when the Right does it — you’re “freedom fighters”? Yeah, yeah, yeah — you’ve got your exuses.

You’ve always got your excuses.

Makin’ bank with bullshit . . .

From the fountains in the mountains
Comes the water runnin’ cool and clear and blue
And it flows down from the hills
And it goes down to the towns and passes through

When it gets down to the cities
Then the water turns into a dirty gray
It’s poisoned and polluted
By the people as it goes along its way

Don’t go near the water children
See the fish all dead upon the shore
Don’t go near the water
Water isn’t water anymore . . .

America is consumed with telling people that you’re right and they’re wrong. I don’t roll that way. I live by my principles — and welcome those who remind me when I fall short.

If you wanna gauge someone’s commitment to doing right by their fellow man — ask ’em how many times they didn’t.

Early on in COVID, I was ridiculed for refusing to take a position on something I knew nothing about.

I’m old-fashioned that way

A lot of things are old-fashioned on here — and my willingness to admit mistakes is one of ’em. With the right spirit, you can even have fun with it — as I did in Elephant in the Room Award.

Acknowledging error is liberating and leads to enlightenment.

The Last Battle tells of a snail-mail letter of apology I wrote to someone unworthy of it — a jealous husband who ruined one of the best friendships I ever had. His role in shaping those events doesn’t excuse mine — an honest mistake that a little thoughtfulness could have prevented.

I blew it. Writing that letter was the right thing to do — period!

On my Precision Matters profile site, I See You Fell on Your Sword is about taking responsibility — even though my manager had already covered me on my mistake.

Houston, We Have a Problem is about the February freeze — and the importance of looking out for others.

We lose sight of that sometimes, and it’s good to be reminded — as I was.

And I made a mistake . . .

In my video montage that captures the essence of my documentary.

Years later, I was looking around and discovered that the picture on the right is a different Trayvon Martin.

At the time, I just grabbed the graphic without giving it much thought . . .

Which is precisely the problem!

From Snopes.com:

Mea culpa

My endless efforts to get it right on everything else — doesn’t excuse my carelessness.

It’s bad enough that it’s the wrong Trayvon, but big, bold letters of “The truth Should Not have an agenda!” is not my style. More importantly, I would never purposely paint anyone in an unfair light.

I made a mistake and I’m embarrassed by it.

None of that goin’ around

That slip-up is nowhere near my standards — which bugs the hell out of me and always will.

But it’s an opportunity to show how this can happen — even to those with the most unwavering commitment to truth.

And that when you make a mistake — you say so.

All that aside — to this day, I doubt that most people know what Trayvon actually looked like.

And that — is by design

I think what’s amazing . . . to give you a sense of the lack of danger here — is that the kid weighs 140 lbs . . .

— Cenk Uygur

Lemme tell you what’s amazing, Cenk — you guys making 2 key factual errors in 33 seconds:

The second the Left painted Trayvon as a child — they contaminated their judgment.

The cops made an honest mistake in calling his watermelon drink “iced tea” (simply because of the brand).

That the media advocates reported it the same way at first is understandable. That they never corrected it is unforgivable.

Is their motive to hide the watermelon because of the stereotype and/or the Lean connection? Likely both, but either way — it’s a watermelon drink and it’s dishonest to say otherwise.

Note: A few years ago, I looked into the stereotype and wrote a bit about it on Way of the Watermelon. I love the process of discovery in the origin of things — as you might have noticed.

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