Letters to the Empire

Prophecy: Trump will be assassinated

Posted in Uncategorized by Photonaut on August 19, 2015

Trump may not be offering “change and hope” ™, but this is breathtaking hypocrisy.

Maybe it’s because of the bitter disappointment at how the last big talker turned out that Americans seem inclined to gamble on a Brave New Future with a Celebrity President.

But I’ll make a prophecy right now: quite possibly before the elections, if he shows real signs of winning, or when he’s president, he will be assassinated. He is too independent and unbeholden (because he’s so rich, and is paying his own way) to The Powers That Be, and they will use the tools they have in their toolkit if they see he’s not with the program. Or they may not even have to – one of the millions of neo-religious zealots they have spawned might do it for them, without them having to lift a finger.

Political correctness now stretches back 50.000 years

Posted in Uncategorized by Photonaut on August 19, 2015

We killed them off, so they can’t have been human

“The researchers said they are not suggesting that humans learned the practice of adorning themselves from Neanderthals, noting that many tribal people throughout history have also engaged in the practice. In fact, feather ornamentation could even date back to a common ancestor of modern humans and Neanderthals.”

But what if we did learn this, and everything else, from them? Here

“Evolutionary detective” Danny Vendramini’s 100% serious take on what Neanderthals really looked like – and therefore why it was “us or them”

Never heard of Gilad Atzmon? You’re behind the curve

Posted in Uncategorized by Photonaut on May 19, 2015

Climate change – a small consolationlimate change

Posted in climate change by Photonaut on May 19, 2015

In the bullying, holier-than-thou, inquisitorial atmosphere of the “climate debate”, it’s very, very gratifying to come across clips like this. Granted, it’s an insignificant outlet, and who’s the lady anyway, I know, but when the interviewer asks her about the Pause (I’m not surprised if bien pensant readers have never come across that term in their broad readings of The Guardian), I can’t but feel great pleasure as she struggles unsuccessfully to manipulate her tongue like someone that’s just come out of the dentist’s room after a large dose of oral anaesthetic.

Marc Morano is clearly enjoying the spectacle too (the whole debate can be viewed here. Another highlight: see the clearly nice and well-meaning Ms Andress stumble over the genocidal implications of the climate change agenda at this point)

Game of Thrones and the death penalty

Posted in game of thrones by Photonaut on May 19, 2015

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Warning: contains plot spoilers

Janos Slynt

Game of Thrones is known for its violence and sexual explicitness, and for its surprises. Overturning the almost sacred Hollywoodian tenet that “the good guys always win out in the end”, in reflection of the spirit of our brave new age, followers of the show have several times been horrified – and highly entertained – to see the nice guys suffer betrayal, lose their heads, be stabbed and gored to death, you name it.

The world of Westeros is one where, whether you live by the sword or not, you more often than not die by it.

The villains, for their part, just as often come to a messy end. Janos Slynt, is the former Commander of the City Watch in King’s Landing and a brother in the Night’s Watch, and doesn’t shrink from the worst crimes, including stabbing sucklings to death. When Ned Stark intends to depose Joffrey, Slynt betrays him, leading to Ned’s execution, and the wars that follow. In reward the Lannisters make him a lord and give him Harrenhal.

Later, Tyrion Lannister exiles Slynt to the Night’s Watch, where we learn that in addition to being a scheming and plotting backstabber and murderer, Slynt is a coward.

His moment of truth comes when, in the aftermath of the wildlings’ siege of Castle Black, Jon Snow is unexpectedly elected Lord Commander. Slynt, apparently counting on Jon’s adversary Alliser Thorne to back him up and mount a rebellion, defies Jon’s direct orders, and when Jon explicitly asks him whether he is refusing to obey him, tells him he can “stick his orders up his bastard arse”.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Snow orders the Brothers to take Slynt outside. In the quick action that follows, Slynt, aghast that Thorne, for reasons not yet clear, does not act to save him, briefly maintains his defiance, but, made to kneel on the scaffold as Jon wields his sword, breaks down and apologizes and begs pitifully for mercy. As Slynt whimpers “I’m afraid! I’ve always been afraid!”, Jon Snow momentarily hesitates, but then resolutely swings. Slynt, facing down, doesn’t see the actual blow coming, and in a split second, his head is sliced clean from his body.

The viewer sees all this in trademark graphic GoT detail. You are left reeling at the swiftness of it, the finality of it, the utter irrevocability of it. Slynt is out of the picture for ever. Jon Snow, whom we know as a principled, good character, does show, when he actually commits the deed, an expression of aggression. Whether it is inherent in the act of beheading someone that one must suppress all compassion and pity (presumably it is, yet I and you, the reader of this post, whoever you are, can – presumably – only speculate), or if, now that it is righteous, lawful and justified, Jon is simultaneously, in his intent, avenging his father’s death in the most scriptural way, we don’t know. What we do know is that Jon has to do it. He has no choice. In a violent and unstable world he is the new commander of a military outpost, manned by former outcasts and hardened criminals, there is no alternative than to deal Slynt swift death. He, Slynt and the rest of them are in it for life – there is no option for exile or any such softer option.

What this powerful scene demonstrates is that there are legal and political situations where it is unavoidable to take the life of another – not for the sake of revenge, or mere tradition, but out of existential necessity. There is, morally speaking, no blood on Jon Snow’s hands. He has committed no sin – he has done the right thing.