Saturday, July 17, 2004

LRC picks
On leaving Iraq
By Llewellyn Rockwell
Or if post-conquest Iraq is so bloody great, why are so many people getting out - including the Chaldean Catholics, members of Iraq's biggest church?

Direct talk from a Brit (!) about abortion
Spot on. As you can read here, the Abortion Act in Britain is from 1967. The supposedly 'compassionate' Left are hypocrites and:

Over the past 40 years, the abortion clinic has become an indispensable part of the life-support system of the permissive society. The unrestricted enjoyment of sexual licence requires not only contraception but retroactive contraception. Almost everyone now takes this for granted, though few people enjoy discussing the subject. But it would be politically inconceivable to place extensive restrictions on the right to an abortion.

Or as I like to say, the modern approach to sex is a massive dodge of reality.

And one aspect of reality today is:

In the 1950s, abortion was a squalid back-street secret. That is no longer true. Instead, our conscience about abortion has become a squalid back-street secret. Almost all those who have contributed towards the abortion debate have done so in hypocritical terms. They appear to want to permit abortion and to protect foetuses. None of them is prepared to avow the one honest position which underlies the present arrangements: ‘Abortion is murder and I am in favour of it.’

Monkey see, monkey tap
By Gary North
When was the last time you paid close attention to the keys on a cash register at a fast food restaurant? The keys are no longer exclusively numerical. They are mostly graphic. On the keys, there are tiny images of the items in the menu. The clerk taps keys, one by one, as you place your order.

I noticed that about a decade ago. Chilling.

The cash register computes the bill. Then you hand the clerk some money. The clerk now enters the total of the money that you handed over. For this entry, there are numeric keys. The machine subtracts your bill from the total money paid. The clerk hands you some paper money change, and coins roll down the chute.

Entry-level clerks can no longer compute change.

No one teaches them what my boss taught me at age 14. When someone handed me $5 to pay for a 93-cent single by Elvis, I counted back "94, 95" (pennies), "$1" (a nickel), and then doled out "$2, $3, $4, $5." Easy. It could be learned in one lesson.

No longer.


I noticed that too.

A former friend - the kind who 'likes' weaker people to push around - used to make fun of me for being innumerate. More a communication prob with me than a basic maths one, though I won't be solving any big equations any time soon. All part of the craptacular world of then-undiagnosed Asperger syndrome: the first 33 years of my life. (Now that I understand AS - since four years ago - I wouldn't put up with being treated like that for more than two minutes - just like normal people, who couldn't stand that man.)

Anyway, as part of AS and the turns of the economy I had to do my share of down-and-out 'junk' jobs such as retail, manning the till. (I've had a wide range of experiences, from matriculating at Oxford down to doing such jobs and worse ones.) Among other things in that character-building exercise in staying alive, I did learn to properly count back change without an electronic crutch.

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