- Click the Start button.
- In the search box, type “command”.
- Right-click the “Command Prompt” item, and select “Run as administrator”.
- In the command prompt that opens, type
xcopy sourcepath destinationpath /O /X /E /H /K
and then press ENTER, where sourcepath is the source path for the files to be copied, and destinationpath is the destination path for the files.
- For example:
xcopy C:\Users\Public D:\Public /O /X /E /H /K
Early every year, seeds are growing
Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground
Would you know before the leaves are showing
That with weeds all your garden will abound?
If you close your eyes, stop your ears
Hold your mouth, how can you know?
The seeds you cannot see may not be there
The seeds you cannot hear may never grow
In January you’ve still got the choice
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
If you leave them to grow higher, they’ll silence your voice
And in December you may pay with your blood
Close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth and take it slow
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
And later you can say you didn’t know
Everyday another vulture takes flight
There’s another danger born every morning
In the darkness of your blindness the beast will learn to bite
How can you fight if you can’t recognize a warning?
Close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth and then you know
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
And later you can say you didn’t know
Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there’s millions going hungry, you needn’t disengage
For it’s them, not you, that’s fallen in the hole
It’s alright for you if you run with the pack
It’s alright if you agree with all they do
If the fascist’s party slowly climbing back
It’s not here yet, so what’s it got to do with you?
The weeds are all around us and they’re growing
It will soon be too late for the knife
If you leave them on the wind that around the world is blowing
You may pay for your silence with your life
Close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth, they’re never there
And if it happens here, they’ll never come for you
Because they’ll know you really didn’t care
— Solas, “Song Of Choice” (1998)
I just had a conversation with someone who said that President-elect Trump’s intended cabinet appointments so far indicate that he is “reaching out to the opposition”. Initially, I though that was a particularly funny comment, and congratulated them for their sarcastic humour.
Except they weren’t making a joke. They apparently actually believed that. Which left me speechless.
They then went on to explain how they were reasonable, and thoughtful, and in way of example of their reasonableness, gave me a short list of their horrific beliefs. They concluded with, “We all want the same things, just have differing opinions as to how to get there.”
I replied, “I strongly suspect that you and I do not want the same things.”
“What do you want?” they asked.
What do I want? That’s a good question. I want zero-calorie, 80-proof rum. I want a reliable 200 Mbps Internet connection that costs less than $100 per month. I want every movie and TV show ever made to be available on, at most, two or three Roku channels, and for them never to be removed. I want a house where I can look out my window and see nothing but trees, and live in peace with my wife and my cat. But that’s small stuff. When it comes to the world outside my window, what I want is less easy to define, so it took me a few minutes to distill it down. So this is what I said:
I want a world where people who are decent and kind can live their lives in peace without fear of being deported, or having their basic civil rights denied because they love the wrong person, or being hooked up to electrodes to shock them “straight”, or being put into internment camps because they picked the wrong invisible friend, or being harassed and driven away because they have the wrong ancestors.
They replied that they considered themselves a realist, and they considered me an idealist.
I replied, “I consider myself someone who doesn’t want their friends treated like sub-humans by people like you.”
Which was probably not the most constructive thing to say. So it goes.
I’ve written a bit lately, urging my similarly-aligned friends and acquaintances to refrain from insulting half the country because they voted differently, or didn’t vote. I’ve urged my allies not to call people “Nazis” or “white supremacists” unless those people actually are such.
This is an example where calling someone a “Nazi” or a “white supremacist” is appropriate, because that’s exactly what this guy is: his words make that clear. Now, is everyone in the audience also a white supremacist and/or Nazi? We can’t know that, and we should not assume that. But it’s reasonable to assume that the people cheering and giving the Nazi salute are. Or think they are (I suspect that a lot of these people would be surprised to find themselves taking a train ride in actual Nazi Germany).
So the question is, how do we get people who didn’t vote, or who voted for Trump, to see that this is the result of their actions? If we want a better future, we need them to realize what a terrible mistake they’ve made. The future depends on us working together. We simply can’t afford to hold grudges.
P.S. That was kind of a clever word-play there, comparing “leftists and cucks” to the golem, a figure from Jewish mythology. He’s not explicitly saying that he’s referring to Jewish people when he asks “if these people are people at all, or instead soulless golem”. Not explicitly.
P.P.S. What the heck is a “cuck”? Is he calling non-Nazis chickens?
P.P.P.S. I use the phrase “taking a train ride” in the second paragraph. As far as I know, I came up with that allusion myself — I don’t think I borrowed it from anywhere. However, on proof-reading this, I was reminded of another reference to taking a train… man. That’s dark, Dalton.
P.P.P.P.S. “Cuck“. So, that’s a thing, I guess. Ugh.
I will no longer be getting my news from Facebook. Too much of it is fabricated, and what little isn’t has been slanted and overloaded with emotion until any objective facts have been obfuscated beyond recognition. If you share a meme about this or that protest causing the death of someone, or a story about this or that person being assaulted or beaten by people because of their politics, or even the old-fashioned hoaxes like free cruises from Disney, plots to poison our food, or serial killers leaving diseased needles in vending machines, I am going to hide that post, and if you do it often enough, I will quietly “unfollow” you. (If/when this process can be automated, I will happily install an add-on that does it for me. Perhaps based on a list of fake new sites like this one.)
I have had enough of angry accusations and tragic claims made without even a token effort at verification, and that exist only to sell advertising or elicit an emotional response. I have had enough of political propaganda masquerading as news. Too many of these stories have been completely unsubstantiated, and a claim made without verification cannot be treated as true. Facts matter to me, even if they don’t matter to anyone else.
Share with me how your day went. What sort of things have happened to you today? Not a friend of a neighbour of a colleague — you. How was work? How’s your health? What movies have you seen that you liked? Books that you’ve read that you liked? (Hint: if you haven’t seen it or read it, your opinion about it means nothing. And frankly I would much rather hear about something you liked than something you hated.) Hell, I would even prefer that you share photos of your children — as repulsive as most children are, I would rather see photos of your actual child’s actual accomplishments rather than yet another photo of some anonymous child who may want “likes” for whatever reason — but who probably had nothing to do with their photo being shared.
Facebook is not a source of news. The “news” on Facebook is rumour at the best of times, and malicious lies the rest of the time. No more. Not for me.
The safest assumption on Facebook that any “news” you see is false. In my opinion, it’s no longer even worth doing the few minutes of research it takes to invalidate them: I’m more likely to find gold coins in Vixen’s litter box. If I want news, I will go to a respected mainstream news site that employs actual journalists.
P.S. So what is “real news”? My rule of thumb is that real news has a middle initial “B”: ABC, CBS, NBC, BBC, PBS. The exception is CNN, which takes the place of CBN, which is definitely not real news. (There’s always an exception.)
If you want to see someone as an enemy, there will always be an excellent reason for it. Hatred is the easiest thing in the world. “I hate them because they hate me” is the easiest excuse of all. How many times must we re-learn that “They hate me because they do not know me” is usually much closer to the truth? Shakespeare told us. Twain told us. Roddenberry told us. But we keep forgetting.
But we have grievances, do we not? Of course. We always do. And our grievances are just, while theirs are petty and childish. Our fears are based on reality, while theirs are based on delusion. Our leaders may be imperfect, but theirs are monstrous, and want nothing less than the complete destruction of what we value most. So we will elevate someone to leadership despite their flaws, because to do otherwise is to surrender to annihilation. This is no time for idealism.
And how dare anyone on our side suggest anything less than seeking their complete annihilation, in the face of such an existential threat? How can anyone even suggest compromise with such savages?
After all, genocides have happened. Holocausts have happened. Must we not strike first, to prevent it from happening again, to us? How can we ever live in peace unless we first exterminate those who threaten that peace?
Last night I dreamed that I had made up a RPG character who was a male Asian-American police detective in Los Angeles, who knew karate and had expertise with motorcycle stunts. Initially, he was going to speak with a TV-stereotype accent, but then I changed my dream-mind and decided that he was from Van Nuys and spoke just like everyone else in southern California. (I’m not sure what that says about me.)
The game system was an adaptation of ZeroSpace to TV action shows (which is certainly feasible, although it’s not something I’d ever considered before now), and I had a printed character sheet that I was taking to the game. The printed character sheet was the size of a bath towel. When I got to the game (which was apparently going to be played in a fast food restaurant — brightly lit, plastic chairs, little tables), everyone else was already there, including Susan: each of them had their own huge character sheets.
Lloyd was going to to be GMing the game. When I handed him my huge character sheet, he started walking to the other side of the room, but my character sheet got stuck on something and tore. The last thing I remember in the dream was being annoyed at that and saying, “Aw, come on, man.”
The image above is Daniel Henney, an actor who resembles how I imagined the character in the dream.
I was just asked by an acquaintance — a friendly acquaintance — not to respond to fear-mongering with facts, “because it send[s] a message that their fears aren’t warranted.”
When one side spends the better part of a year building up their opponent into a bogeyman of epic proportions, and then goes into hysterics when the bogeyman wins, I can’t help but see the resulting terror as anything but self-inflicted.
They’ve spent the last eight years mocking the fears of their opponents, only to be devoured by their own fear-mongering. And the irony of it is lost on them. And by “them”, of course I mean “us”. Because these are my friends and allies to whom I refer.
It is disappointing.
I hope the coleopterans will be better people than we were.
(This is a follow-up to Who really elected President Trump?.)
Let us say, hypothetically, that you are an American, and today is the day you vote for President.
Perhaps you are one of the millions of Americans who are unable to get broadband Internet service at any price. Meanwhile, the smug talking heads on television assure us that in a handful of years, “everything will be online“. Book stores and newspapers are going — or have gone — the way of record stores and video stores. Every bill you get in the mail urges you to “go green” and get online statements. Meanwhile, you have to drive down the road just to get a cell phone signal.
Perhaps you or someone you know has had their life ruined not by illness, but by the crippling cost of becoming ill. And despite all the hoopla from all sides about Obamacare, the only effect that you have seen is that your health insurance has fewer options and costs a lot more. Is that the state legislature’s fault? Maybe. Does that matter when it comes time to see a doctor? Not one whit. Our system of providing health care is utterly broken (and in many cases, inexplicably tied to who you happen to work for at the moment).
Perhaps you or someone you know has lost a child, or a sibling, or a parent to a conflict in a Third World hellhole on the other side of the planet. 54% of the discretionary spending in the USA’s 2015 budget was for our military, and the United States maintains nearly 800 military bases in more than 70 countries, for no sane reason.
Or perhaps you or someone you know has a loved one in prison, locked away for years or decades, for doing something which harmed no one. Meanwhile, they are slaves to the corporations who run the prisons.
Things are getting worse for you year by year, and no one in the ivory tower even acknowledges it, much less does anything about it. Neither Hillary Clinton nor Donald Trump will do anything to change any of this. One is a career bureaucrat with a history of sending other people’s children to die for no reason; the other is a vulgar narcissist with a history of saying whatever appalling thing crosses his mind.
Yet you have been told, repeatedly and in the most scathing words possible, that voting for anyone else — much less anyone better — is a foolish waste of time. “These are your choices, you inbred moron,” you have been told. “Vote for a career politician who, at best, doesn’t even acknowledge that you exist, and at worst has nothing but contempt for you, or vote for an obnoxious blowhard who will literally destroy the world.” That’s no exaggeration: over and over, the arrogant pundits and pampered celebrities have claimed that electing Trump is not just a vote for someone extraordinarily unqualified to be President, but a vote for someone who will literally end American democracy, and possibly the world itself. And you — you simpleton, you yokel, you obese, illiterate Walmart denizen — you have no choice but to do as you’re told, because to do otherwise would be madness. Madness! So pull on your stretch pants and don your ball cap and drive your shitty pickup truck to the polling place, and vote for someone who hates you, you cretin, because you have no other choice.
Is it really so surprising that, faced with that “choice”, so many Americans chose to throw a rock at the ivory tower? I do not think so. My main question is if we will learn anything from it. I doubt it. We are too busy congratulating ourselves on how superior we are to all those fat, ignorant, racist, sexist “deplorables”.
It’s a mistake to assume that all — or even most — of the people who have voted for Trump are racists and/or misogynists. It’s an easy accusation. It helps us feel superior. But it’s exactly that sort of smug contempt from people like us that drove some of those people to vote for him.
So if you routinely make cruel assumptions about rural people, or assume all southerners are inbred racists, or use words like “yokel” to describe people who don’t dress like you, talk like you, and live where you live… you are part of the reason that otherwise sane and compassionate people voted for Donald Trump.
And if you are, you are probably already formulating a response to defend yourself, doubling-down on your contempt for people you’ve never met, and not even seeing the irony in that.