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Mencken Club postscripts. First event of the month was the tenth annual conference of the H.L. Mencken Club. Congratulations to Paul Gottfried for carrying the club forward these ten years.

Thanks also to Mary Gottfried for her organizational efforts. I think I have a fair idea how much time and trouble goes into setting up a conference like this. It’s more than I would care to take on.

This year’s conference was fully booked and spirits were high. It was, as Paul says in his conference report, “a rousing success.” Some of that results from what happened on November 8th 2016, but at least as much was owing to the dogged energy of Paul and Mary.

You can browse the presentations at the conference website. My own talk, cross-posted at November 8th, had the title “The Alt Right Perspective.”

Since I have no clue what the Alt Right perspective is, I went for inspiration to someone who believes he does know. This is the blogger Vox Day, who last year published a 16-point Alt Right Manifesto. In my address to the Mencken Club I read off Vox Day’s points and passed comment on each one.

As a format for a talk, this has somewhat of cheating about it; but spirits were so high, nobody minded, and my talk went over well with the audience.

Not so much with Vox Day, who picked nits with my comments on his website a few days later. That’s okay, and all in good argumentative combat. I respect Vox Day as an ally in the Cultural Counterrevolution, as well as a writer of wit and courage. We disagree about many things, but our disagreements are cordial.

Our deepest disagreement is anyway just temperamental. In the language of We Are Doomed, Chapter 7: he’s a religionist, I’m a biologian. He thinks the universe cares about the human race, and even about individual persons; I see no evidence of either thing. He thinks we are a unique creation, kissed with magic; I think we’re smart chimps.

There’s no use arguing about this. The difference is, as I said, temperamental, most likely genetic. It shouldn’t stop us liking and respecting each other, and acknowledging that both personality types have a part to play in the Cultural Counterrevolution.

Rent-an-egghead. Second event of the month was the party for Gene Dattel’s new book, Reckoning with Race: America’s Failure. I shall be posting a review of the book shortly. “Dattel,” by the way, is sounded like “rattle,” not like “hotel.”

Meanwhile you may want to read Myron Magnet’s review in City Journal. Or you might not: It’s a fine review, but unusually long — 6,400 words. If you haven’t time for the whole thing, please at least read Myron’s stirring last paragraph, a mere 185 words. It is, to deploy my favorite Pat-Buchananism, right down the smokestack.

After the book party I had dinner with Roger Kimball, the publisher, and two of Roger’s editors at The New Criterion. It was great fun. Roger is the perfect dinner-table companion: erudite, witty, and opinionated. If, Heaven forbid, his publishing ventures ever fail and leave him destitute, Roger could put himself out for hire, like those people you can rent by the hour to liven up your party.

Roger told me that TNC is doing very well, sales at their highest point ever. I suggested that for a further boost, the magazine should publish more long-form articles on mid-20th-century Hungarian literature. Roger seemed … not very receptive to this suggestion.

Where is Henry the Eighth when we need him? Myron’s review of Gene’s book includes an appeal to alumni of prestigious colleges — he excepts Caltech and Hillsdale — not to give donations to these institutions as they now exist.

They provide social and business connections, not learning, except for hard-science departments and medical schools. They deserve neither respect nor contributions. Dogmatic, unthinking, heretic-persecuting, decadent, and corrupt, what they desperately need is their own indignant Martin Luther.

That Reformation meme is very much “in the air” right now. I have spotted it in two or three other opinion pieces.

It’s been in my own mind for a while. Because I am English-born, though, my own model for a liberator from entrenched, wealthy, privileged dogma is not so much Martin Luther as Henry the Eighth.

One of my cousins used to live in a pretty little cottage overlooking the ruins of Lilleshall Abbey in the English West Midlands. Lilleshall was one of the religious establishments emptied out during Henry’s English Reformation in the 1530s.

When reading horror stories about American universities today at or, a picture of those melancholy ruins has often floated into my mind, along with the wistful thought that one day our own smug, arrogant, eleven-digit-endowment universities — with a few exceptions as noted — may be in a similar condition.

I doubt I shall live long enough to see Harvard and Yale reduced to heaps of mossy rubble; but if anything I write helps to hasten the day, I shall not have lived in vain.

Away with all pests! My second thoughts in the November 17th Radio Derb about using the term “bug holocaust” stirred a listener to suggest, as an alternative, “Bugnarök.” He is making a play on “Ragnarök,” the End Times in old Norse mythology (and part of the name of a current movie).

Not bad; but that umlaut makes “Bugnarök” a nuisance to type. The same defect is apparent in “Buggerdämmerung,” which in any case I think should be reserved for a massive social collapse caused by unrestrained homosexuality.


(The promoters of the movie have dropped the umlaut from “Ragnarök,” which I think is a mistake. To an English-speaking eye [sic], the umlaut carries a hint of menace — just what you want in a movie of this kind. P.J. O’Rourke once suggested that our nation could enhance its geopolitical street cred by introducing an umlaut into its name: Ü.S.A.)

After deep and intense cogitation on these and other possibilities, I think I shall settle on “Bugocalypse.” No umlauts; no un-English consonant clusters (as in, for example, “Bugmageddon”), only a pleasant alternation of vowels and consonants.

Dark thoughts. Stress is bad for you, the lifestyle gurus tell us. Taking this as a general proposition, I seriously doubt it. All kinds of complex biological systems need stress, or they die. Bones and muscles are obvious examples; if not regularly stressed, they atrophy and become useless.

Too much stress will of course break a bone or tear a muscle; there’s a point of balance. I’m only saying that the point of balance is not at zero on the stress scale.

The other day I had a dark thought. I very much doubt it’s original with me, but it struck me with some force, and I’ve been turning it over in my mind ever since.

The thought is: Do human societies, like those other complex biological systems, need regular doses of stress?

I had been in conversation with a friend, an Englishman the same age as myself, raised over there in the years immediately after WW2. We had exchanged some remarks about the insanities of modern Western culture — college professors telling us there is no such thing as sex, and so on.

Then we got to reminiscing about our childhoods. The adults we grew up among had all been through the war, and talked about it constantly. Their talk had a wistful, nostalgic quality to it. The war years were good years, we kids inferred. When there were political ructions in 1950s England, our elders would sigh and say: “It wasn’t like this in the war, none of this petty bickering. We were a real country then — united, all pulling together.”

Now, WW2 was for Britain a very stressful time. Try to imagine what it’s like to have fleets of enemy planes flying over your cities night after night, dropping high explosives on homes and workplaces, while your husbands, brothers, and sons are incommunicado in distant lands with high probabilities of being killed or maimed. Stressful? Ya think?

The main social consequence of all that stress was a great burst of demographic vitality — the Baby Boom. As Paul Fussell notes: In classical mythology, one of the lovers of Venus was Mars.

Also in that conversation, for reasons I can’t recall, the topic of John B. Calhoun’s “Mousetopia” came up.

Calhoun studied animal behavior. In the late 1960s at the University of Maryland he set up a perfect little stress-free mouse city which he called Universe 25.

There was abundant clean food, water, and nesting material. The Universe was cleaned every four to eight weeks. There were no predators, the temperature was kept at a steady 68°F, and the mice were a disease-free elite selected from the National Institutes of Health’s breeding colony.

The mice soon lost interest in breeding, fell into weird social pathologies, and after a few generations they had all died off.

In the years after WW2 Britain developed an advanced, prosperous welfare state. Comfort, good health, and modest prosperity — the things we all want — were available to all, and were widely distributed.

By 1957 the country’s Prime Minister could tell his countrymen that: “Most of our people have never had it so good.”

He was right. They had reached Mousetopia.

Now, sixty years on — the equivalent of just a few months on the mouse breeding cycle — entire British towns have been taken over by Third World settlers, and white-British fertility is down below replacement level. What was once a nation has become a mere place, the ancient liberties long forgotten.

On the bright side, though, life in Britain these past few decades has, by historical standards, been wonderfully free of stress.

In the dark depths. There seems now to be no hope left for the 44 crew members of ARA San Juan, the Argentine submarine that went missing November 15th. Intensive searches have turned up no sign of the vessel on the surface; and if it’s been submerged for 15 days the oxygen has long since been exhausted.

It’s awful to think of the despair and suffering of the crew in those circumstances. It seems almost improper to speak of a positive side to such a horror, but there is much quiet pride in Britain that the Royal Navy and Air Force have been going all out to help Argentina with the search-and-rescue effort. Memories of the Falklands War have been firmly set aside by both Britain and Argentina.

As one British news source says: “Politics has been rightly absent during this incident.” In these wretched times, when politics seems never to be absent from anything — sport, showbiz, the arts — those are blessed words to read.

For Civil War buffs, any submarine disaster brings to mind the strange, tragic story of the Confederate vessel CSS H.L. Hunley, named after one of its builders, Horace Hunley. The Hunley has a fair claim to being the first true submarine. It was certainly the first anything-like-a-submarine to sink a warship.

If you don’t know the story of Hunley and his submarine, check it out. There are many websites; and Volume II in Shelby Foote’s monumental history of the war gives a good account (last chapter).

When you first get into learning about the Civil War, it seems peculiar that the South, which was much inferior to the Union in scientific and industrial prowess, should have been the side to make such a technological breakthrough.

It’s not really that surprising, though. The driving motivation here was to weaken the Union blockade of Southern ports, which was giving the South much difficulty.

And the Hunley was not a great technological marvel. She had, for example, no engine. Crew members — she carried eight — turned the propellers by working cranks.


She was also, as Shelby Foote puts it delicately, “accident-prone.” She sank on her first sea trials, taking five crewmen to their deaths. “Still,” says Foote, “there was no difficulty in finding more volunteers to man her.” These included Horace Hunley himself. He took charge of the vessel named after him, and continued sea trials with the new crew.

Three weeks in, the Hunley went down but didn’t come up. A hatch hadn’t been properly closed. Horace Hunley and his seven crew members all perished.

The Hunley was raised again, cleared of corpses again, and Foote tells us that then — astoundingly, it seems to me — “a third crew promptly volunteered for service.” This was the crew that sank the USS Housatonic on the evening of February 17th 1864 in Charleston harbor. Unfortunately they also sank themselves; and that was the end of the Hunley. Five crew members of the Housatonic died, along with all eight of the Hunley’s.

It’s a very touching story of courage, dogged ingenuity, patriotism, triumph, and disaster. I’ll give you the last words of Shelby Foote’s account:

Searchers found what was left of the sloop [i.e. the Housatonic] and the submarine years later, lying side by side on the sandy bottom, just beyond the bar.

Soldier in the house. Friends and followers all want to know how Junior is coping since coming home October 24th after four years with the colors.

Perfectly well, so far as we can tell. He’s been catching up on sleep, working on college applications, and going out evenings with old high school buddies. He seems happy and well-adjusted.

In mid-November a panel truck showed up to deliver an astonishing quantity of large cardboard boxes bearing the logo of Sourdough Transfer, an Alaska moving-and-storage company. Junior’s been busy unpacking, storing, and setting up electronic equipment. At month end it’s all been cleared; we have a stable and tidy house again.

And garage! I finished the garage makeover the day before that panel truck arrived. My garage, which a few months ago was a zone of utter chaos, is now as neat and clean as an old maid’s parlor.

(Yes: That New York State flag in front of the hanging storage is Junior’s. Balancing loyalty to one’s state with patriotism can be a ticklish thing, as many Americans discovered in 1861. He’s worked it all out in his own mind, though, and I’m happy to go along.)

People are very kind. I’d like to express heartfelt thanks on behalf of Junior, and add my own, to readers and listeners who’ve expressed appreciation for his service.

Which, as a matter of fact, isn’t over. He’s working off accumulated leave, so is technically still on the lists (and getting paid) until December 9th. After that he joins the Reserves. Mom and I are quietly hoping no big balloons go up between now and then. Fingers crossed.

Glyphs vext quiz. I played a game of Scrabble at Thanksgiving. I play about one game a year. My opponent on this occasion, though, is a compulsive Scrabbler who plays all the time.

That caused me some annoyance. I’ll confess right away that I lost the game, and I don’t like losing any more than you do or he, she, or it does; but I have more than sour grapes to proffer here. It wasn’t the losing that annoyed me. While I don’t like losing, I don’t resent losing in a fair contest.

There is a strategic aspect to Scrabble: spotting two or three moves ahead that you might be about to make one of the prized triple-word squares more accessible to your opponent, for example. The other player was very good at this strategic aspect, and might well have beaten me anyway. That would have been fair enough.

What annoyed me was her deployment of Scrabble words — words that exist only among, and for the benefit of, Scrabble fanatics.

Did you know, for example, that “aa” is a word? (From Hawaiian: “basaltic lava having a rough surface.”) Or “oe” (Scottish dialect for “a grandchild.”) Or “qi” (In traditional Chinese medicine and philosophy, “the vital life force that flows through the body and is supposedly regulated by acupuncture.”)

I did actually know the word qi. Heck, I can speak Chinese. I know the character for it, too: both the traditional (?) and the modern simplified (?) forms. I know which tone it’s uttered in (the fourth). I know how it’s pronounced in Cantonese (hei, mid-level tone). I even know how it was pronounced in the Middle Chinese of the eighth century (ki?i, in the “departing” tone, though I admit I had to look that one up). I just didn’t know it was valid in Scrabble.

What was really annoying was that my opponent didn’t know the meanings of these words. She’d just memorized them from lists on the Internet.

So she put down “azo.” I’d given up challenging at this point and just let it go. A move or two later, though, I had a really good opportunity if I could stick an “s” on the end of “azo.” I asked: “Is ‘azo’ a noun?” She didn’t know!

“I don’t know what it means,” she told me a bit sniffily, “but it’s a legal word.” So it is. Grrr.

I guess if you regard Scrabble in the abstract, as merely a game with permissible combinations of letters, there’s a case for this. It seems to me, though, that this approach ruins Scrabble as a parlor game. There’s a difference between prowess in how many letter-combinations you know, and how many words you know.

Let’s be frank, and to hell with strategy: What is Scrabble really for, if not for bookish nerds to show off their vocabularies to each other?


Non-event of the month. October 26th I got an email from Richard Spencer inviting me to speak at his NPI conference on Sunday, November 19th. The event, he said, was to be held in the Rotunda Room at the Reagan Building in Washington, DC. NPI would cover my hotel costs — which, since the show was scheduled to go on until 8pm, would presumably be for two nights.

I emailed back that I’d be delighted to speak, but had a travel issue. I had a hard-to-get medical appointment here at home that Monday morning, so couldn’t stay in DC overnight the Sunday. In lieu of that night’s hotel fee, would NPI spring for a rental car so I could get back for my appointment?

There was no reply to that. After a couple of weeks I vaguely supposed the conference had been scuppered somehow, and put it out of my mind.

November 13th I got another email from Richard, plainly a general-purpose one for all attendees. The contractor for the Reagan Building was refusing to rent to NPI due to “security concerns.” The conference would go ahead, though, at a secret location.

There followed a complicated set of instructions for attendees to get to that location: Check text messages early Sunday morning to learn your personal pick-up point … don’t tell anyone about it … don’t be early at the pick-up point (might compromise it) but don’t be late (you may get left behind) … a volunteer will check your name off our master list … you will be loaded onto a van … do not park a car near the pick-up point (antifa may vandalize) … do not bring weapons …

It was all a bit too much for me, I’m afraid; and I was mildly ticked off at my own earlier email having been ignored. I replied that I am too old and unwell for cloaks and daggers, and would leave this one to the young bloods.

So I didn’t go to the NPI conference. It went ahead on the 19th at Rocklands Farm, a place outside DC that rents space and does catering for corporate events. Halfway through the proceedings one of the service people recognized Richard and alerted management [Email them] who told everyone to leave. So they left.

That’s my non-event of the month. I can’t honestly say I’m sorry to have missed the thing. As I told them, I’m past the age for covert ops, and would have appreciated a response on my travel difficulties.

That aside, the treatment of Richard and his group here is pretty damn scandalous. For the managers of the Reagan Building to back out of their constitutional obligations (so far as I understand them: it’s a government facility) because of “security concerns” is a confession that DC police are unwilling to enforce the laws — the laws? the Bill of Rights, for crying out loud — on behalf of people with unpopular opinions.

The behavior of Rocklands Farm has more of a tortious aspect to it; but if bakers have to make a cake for homosexual “weddings” against the bakers’ beliefs, it’s hard for a lay person to understand why a catering hall shouldn’t have to accommodate White Nationalists against what Rocklands Farm, in a typically mealy-mouthed self-justification, call their “values.” [Richard Spencer hosted an event at a Maryland farm. Halfway through, everyone was kicked out, By Perry Stein, The Washington Post, November 21, 2017]

As I always observe at this point, I am personally a freedom-of-association absolutist where private commercial transactions are involved. If the bakers don’t want to bake that cake, leave ’em be; if Rockland Farms doesn’t want to host that group, likewise.

Freedom of association has been a dead letter in American jurisprudence since laws against “discrimination” came up, though … except, apparently, when it’s a handy tool against Thought Criminals. Our laws have been thoroughly politicized.

I hope Richard Spencer litigates the hell out of both the public (Reagan Building) and private (Rocklands Farm) issues; and I hope that by some lucky fluke he finds himself before one of the, what? three? half a dozen? judges in the U.S.A. who understand the meaning of “equal before the law.”

In the meantime the question left hanging is the one posed by commentator Noah at the Z-man’s blog:

You mean to tell me not one person has a farm, or private land that can be controlled and monitored?

Just so. Is it really the case that in a nation of a third of a billion people, there is no-one with White Nationalist sympathies, or just a firm belief in freedom of association, who could offer a few hours accommodation for a hundred or so people — in a nice big barn, perhaps?

The venue should preferably be in a Castle Doctrine state with a strong intolerance of trespassers, so that any antifa infiltrators could be chased off with buckshot.

Math Corner. My daughter Nellie, who has an IQ in the 110-120 range, applied for a clerical job early this month. As part of the screening, the employer asked her to complete, in her own time, some simple IQ-type tests. She enlisted me to check her results.

My first thought was that the employer urgently needs to be told about the Supreme Court ruling in Griggs v. Duke Power. However, a friend who knows the law told me there are exceptions and work-arounds, so perhaps this is one of them.

My girl had done very well, I thought. There was, though, one question she couldn’t answer; and when I tried it myself, I couldn’t either.

It’s a sequence problem, as follows.

What is the next number in the following sequence: 2, 7, 8, 13, 12, 9, …?

The answer, you are told, is one of the following: 10, 15, 5, 11.

After five minutes of frustration, I went to the Online Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences. This one ain’t there.

Nellie got the job, so there’s nothing riding on this, but I’d like to know the answer.

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  1. inertial says:

    What is the next number in the following sequence: 2, 7, 8, 13, 12, 9, …?

    These kind of tests are targeted at people, who, while smart, barely remember elementary school math. Knowing any kind of advanced math is actually a disadvantage here. Therefore, the answer has to be something blindingly obvious. And I think I know what it is.

    The numbers in sequence go even, odd, even, odd, even, odd. So, the next number will have to be even. Conveniently, there is only one even number among the four offered as the possible answers. Therefore, the next number in the sequence must be 10.

  2. @inertial

    Agreed, it’s 10, solely because it’s conveniently the only even number. But it could have been any random even number, from what I can tell; there’s no definitive answer if presented as a fill-in-the-blank question, but I’d have written 6 as a first choice.

  3. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:

    Stress is bad for you, the lifestyle gurus tell us. Taking this as a general proposition, I seriously doubt it. All kinds of complex biological systems need stress, or they die.

    Of course. May I recommend a good book on the subject from the very guy who coined the term “stress” as a description of biological phenomena?
    I think you will like it.

  4. El Dato says:

    Douglas Hofstädter wrote a book, a good part of which is about an algorithm that finds number sequence completions:

    Btw, for the math inclined:

    The Physical Principle of Least Action comes to Number Theory:

    • Replies: @Jus' Sayin'...
  5. El Dato says:

    If you google for 27813129 you get the paper “A Machine Learning Approach to Identifying the Thought Markers of Suicidal Subjects: A Prospective Multicenter Trial.” as first result.


  6. Followed the “nit picking link, found this.

    Point 6: When the slave traders arrive from Alpha Centauri, or an asteroid hits, or a supervolcano pops, we shall all become globalists overnight.

    No, we won’t. Reality is not Star Trek. The entire written history of Man indicates that should slave traders arrive from Alpha Centauri, the various human elites will hasten to make deals with them to set up satrapies over which they will rule to provide them with the slaves they seek.

    I’m with, “…the various human elites will hasten to make deals with them.”

    I’d LOVE to witness a shred of sensible evidence to the contrary.

    BTW, ‘Ol Henry didn’t merely dissolve the monasteries, he, in typical “aristocrat” manner, looted them. and not for the benefit of those in rags, in case anyone’s taking the trouble to wonder.

    • Replies: @Abelard Lindsey
  7. dearieme says:

    ‘That Reformation meme is very much “in the air” right now. I have spotted it in two or three other opinion pieces.’ Ha! Let me toot my own trumpet.

    If you were, as you should have been, a keen student of my blog comments, you’d have seen that for years now I have opined on the state of the universities with the simple remark “Dissolution of the Monasteries”.

    Prophet without honour …..

  8. @inertial

    Someone recently posted this sequence on Quora and asked what the next number should be, neglecting to mention that the original question was multiple choice with four possible answers provided. The poster also mentioned that the question was originally an item on an IQ test. There was no requirement that the answer be an integer. So, as posed on Quora, the obvious answer was use an appropriate forward difference formula to compute the answer. I then went off on a rant about how often the “math” questions on IQ tests are actually “puzzlers”. Perhaps this is because those who create IQ tests are often somewhat deficient in the thinking processes that characterize the mathematically inclined.

  9. @El Dato

    Thanks for that second post. I’m tired of reading about Mochizuki and IUT.

  10. @jacques sheete

    I have to say I’m with Vox on this one. Various governments and other political factions would be cutting deals with the alien slave traders, not only to profit from it, but to pursue the false promise of exempting “their faction” from being harvested as slaves. Vichy France comes immediately to mind as an example of such collaboration.

    I firmly believe the propensity for religious belief is genetic. In my personal experience it has to be. I’ve never felt the need for religion, nor have I ever seen its attraction. Yet, at the same time, there are many people (most?) who simply cannot live without it. This alone tells me that religious belief is a trait of temperament and, thus, has to be genetic.

  11. 5. The numbers go up and then go down.

    2 7 8 12 13 9 5.

    They go up nicely, they go down nicely.

    It is simple as that.

    What they are looking for is this – imagine you are walking along the checkout lanes.

    You turn around at 13.

    While you are walking back from 13, someone asks you where aisle 5 is.

    You remember you have passed aisle 12 and 9.

    “Aisle 5 is ahead of us, ma’am”, you say without hesitation, astounding the listener with your knowledge of the store and your quick helpfulness.

    Employee of the month!

    (How do I know this? Years and years of middle management type experience, and a failed attempt or two to add a sequence to the Online Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences.)

    • Replies: @middle aged vet . . .
  12. njguy73 says:

    I doubt I shall live long enough to see Harvard and Yale reduced to heaps of mossy rubble;

    Or better yet: the buildings converted into private-sector office and industrial space for the re-energization of the U.S. economy. Imagine 3D manufacturing firms where Cornel West used to lecture. Imagine practical-use (as opposed to social networking apps) software being coded in New Haven instead of New Delhi.

  13. @middle aged vet . . .

    for the record I still think my rejected sequences were interesting.

    look at 100, compare it to 2 ( no remainder) 3 (remainder 1) 4 (no remainder) 5 (no remainder) 6 (remainder 4). It seems like a number that can proudly say it is one of those numbers that does not have many remainders in a world where the only numbers that count are two through nine.

    Look at 11 – remainders (2 through 9) – 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 5, 4, 3, 2).

    Beautiful, right?

    So, 11 gets 24 (arranged beautifully).

    100, by the way, gets 0, 1, 0, 0, 4, 5, 4, 1.

    So 100 gets 16 (arranged beautifully).

    All that was too beautifully arranged for the boffins at the Online Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences.
    They like numbers but not enough.

    I am going to start talking numbers here.
    10- 0, 1, 2, 0, 4, 3, 2, 1

    11 – (see above)

    12 – 0, 0, 0, 2, 0, 5, 4, 3

    13 – 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 6, 5, 4.

    I find the jump from 0 to 5 and the jump from 1 to 6 for 12 and 13 to be rather charming.
    So, 13, 24, , 14, 22 …. (and by the time you are at 100 you still are at 16 – Klass!, as the Soviets used to say)

    and I call the sequence :”the remainder totals (not counting the internal symmetries) of the numbers greater than 9, starting, for obvious reasons, with the smallest number greater than 9.”

    :Look, either you care about numbers or you don’t.

    That is one charming sequence, I think, because I care.

    you will not find it in the internet encyclopedia of integer sequences.

    you will never find it there

    they love numbers

    i give them that

    but they are




    Back to talking in numbers –
    13, 24, 14, 22 ….

    Employee of the month!

    Even if I counted wrong just to let you notice ….

    • Replies: @FD
  14. The Reformation, both in it’s German and English incarnations, was the subversion of the European order for the sake of greedy nobles and their Jewish financiers. Leave it to an Englishman to think the cure is to be found in downing more poison.

  15. Did your spawn commit any murders?

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  16. FD says:
    @middle aged vet . . .

    Dear Middle Aged Vet,

    You are just cycling the integers modulo (n+1) in the nth slot for eight slots. And you can get maximal possible values for all of them once you are one short of the least common multiple of the list:

    8*9*5*7 – 1 = 2519 will give you


    And 2520 will give you


    and start the cycle again.

    Note that this is a much lower number than 9!, since the vast majority of lists are impossible to obtain (once your first slot is a 1, the slots corresponding to the remainders modulo 4, 6, and 8 better be odd, and so on).

    If you’re interested in this kind of thing, start with an intro number theory text like Pommersheim’s. There is beauty in there and it’s written to avoid abstract algebra as a prerequisite. Just disregard the pictures/stories if you find them too childish.

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  17. anonymous • Disclaimer says:
    @Bill Jones

    Mr. Derbyshire’s writing publicly about his daughter’s personal life seems creepy, too.

    • Replies: @attilathehen
    , @Truth
  18. @anonymous

    Yes, Derbyshire is a complete loon. I doubt her IQ is 110-120. Probably 100-105. He also wrote he needed the USA army to straighten out his ornery son. And yet, we are told, white/Asian offspring will be super smart. This man and his family are a perfect picture of racial degeneration.

    It is better though that we know about his family. Always cherchez la femme/le homme/la famille of these white nationalists.

    • Replies: @RadicalCenter
  19. Pat Boyle says:

    I continue to be astonished that colleges like Harvard exist at all. They seem so antiquarian.

    I have taught a lot of college classes in a lot of subjects. I enjoy standing in front of a captive audience and spouting off. It probably the same personality quirk that accounts for all my appearances on the stage.

    It sure isn’t because I ever thought it was a particularly good way to impart knowledge. How do you get knowledge? When I was first swept up in the microcomputer revolution I thought I should read technical periodicals (magazines and newsletters). I conceived the problem to be one of “keeping up”. But I was wrong. Just about anything worth knowing in any field is in a book somewhere – not in a magazine.

    For a while I taught Novell classes and then Microsoft. These classes led towards a series of computer administered tests for topic mastery. I had passed a lot of those tests myself but I never took an “official” or “authorized test”. I just read the book.

    The college I taught at had never had a single student ever pass a single Microsoft test. Yet the other teachers all had lots of official certifications too. I asked them about that. It seems none of them had had a Microsoft class either. They also had just read the book.

    This sounds more like an elaborate scam than legitimate education but I believe it was the predominant experience everywhere. The people who just read the book could past the test. Those who took the classroom training aimed at those test could never get a passing score.

    I eventually figured out a way to prepare students for the certification tests and for the first time in the department’s history we began to have students who actually became certified.

    I’m not saying that this experience is a valid guide to how to teach any subject anywhere, but it makes you wonder. I wonder why I should pay the million and a half dollars an undergraduate degree costs at Harvard. Couldn’t they just hand out a reading list?

    • Replies: @El Dato
    , @Feric Jaggar
  20. Anonymous [AKA "Re-Tom"] says:

    42 – what else?

    • Replies: @pancho
  21. El Dato says:
    @Pat Boyle

    For a while I taught Novell classes and then Microsoft. These classes led towards a series of computer administered tests for topic mastery. I had passed a lot of those tests myself but I never took an “official” or “authorized test”. I just read the book.

    Reading the book is the correct action. And don’t read the book explaining vendor-specific curlicues either … go for the core. Nowadays one can download the original paper which is often compressed, unfiltered and unsweeted relative to the book. Thus less boring but more taxing.

    Sadly to pass the test one will at least have to exercise with existing question-answer pairs so as to have the responses “at hand” so to say.

  22. Lara says:

    It doesn’t sound like Richard Spencer has his act together. Personally, I wish he would just go away.

  23. pancho says:

    Good to see someone with the proper slant on questions that have little point besides seeing if eyes focus. Shame I had to wade through the snarky comments to get to the raw simplicity of yours.

  24. turnip says:


    It looks like a glider

  25. @Pat Boyle

    I remember you. Thanks for the MCSE, bro.

  26. anonymous • Disclaimer says:

    Middle Aged Vet said: FD – I know that. I was writing to amuse. Back in the 1980s I read translations from the Latin of Gauss. I sometimes dream of “modulos” as the monolingual among us call them: different colored ones, louder and quieter ones, and some that are as loud as a cat in heat and some as quiet as the hummingbird in the copse where one is sleeping off the morning’s April walk. If I did not work so hard for a living I would have prepared a better translation.

    Thank you for your condescending advice. I know you meant well. It is good advice, even if it seems a little on the cold side when one thinks about the fact that you did not spend a second thinking that maybe it was not needed for the addressee.

    I put in the mistakes on purpose.

    That being said, leaving aside the personal affront I feel from a fellow mathematician criticizing me for trying to be funny, even in this obscure location, that was a beautiful answer.

  27. @attilathehen

    It’s hard to think of someone who is less of a “loon” than John Derbyshire, both in terms of his personal temperament and conduct, and in terms of the substance of his views and the rationales he provides for them.

    We have no particularly strong basis for believing or doubting the IQ estimate that Derb posits for his daughter. Not sure, though, why it would be inherently implausible at all. It’s not such a high number as to place her at the very top of worldwide intelligence as measured by such tests. And the man himself mastered complex theoretical mathematics, so the genes on that side certainly would tend to be imparting at least some kinds of measurable higher intelligence.

    As for the son seemingly benefitting from the discipline and structure of the Army, that doesn’t necessarily reflect on his intelligence one way or the other. It’s simply a non sequitur to imply that any intelligent kid wouldn’t need such discipline or structure.

    Finally, I cannot recall Derbsyhire ever claiming or implying that all white/Asian children are “super smart.” On average, though, given both IQ test data and the experience of many millions of people in and out of the workplace and universities, it would be unsurprising if white/North Asian/East Asian people are more intelligent in measurable and useful ways, on average, than people who are genetically white/African or Asian/African or a bunch of other combinations.

    • Replies: @Truth
    , @attilathehen
  28. Truth says:

    You guys take Derb way to seriously!

    The guy’s column adds something to my daily life so I like him. Namely; he’s funny as shit and the comments always give me a at least one belly laugh.

    Derb is comic relief. Nothing more or less. His janus-like opinions on immigration and “white heritage preservation” are a little over-the top at times, but the guy’s column is funny.

    (Sorry Derb. I really do like you though, Man.)

  29. Truth says:

    On average, though, given both IQ test data and the experience of many millions of people in and out of the workplace and universities, it would be unsurprising if white/North Asian/East Asian people are more intelligent in measurable and useful ways, on average, than people who are genetically white/African or Asian/African or a bunch of other combinations.


    Or white/white if one believes the numbers.

    Case in point to what I wrote above.

  30. @RadicalCenter

    You’re also coming to the defense of your Chinese wife and offspring a la Derbyshire.

  31. Derb,

    Here’s something vaguely currently topical and Chinese-related. Maybe you’re interested for RadioDerb:

  32. DrW says:

    Duh. 10. (Haven’t read to see if anybody else posted it.)
    If it has to be one of the given answers, these are random selections from even, odd, even, odd, etc. Dumb puzzle. There is a unique answer (from the options given) that continues this pattern.

    I protest that the puzzle is inane — but am confident that this is the “right” answer.


  33. Here’s another variation of Derbyshire degeneracy:

    Groid/gloid lover (((Stefan Molyneux))) rants about Asians being denied admission to Harvard. He says something about Harvard being America’s most venerated college. Harvard is finished. Harvard’s reputation and that of other schools like Yale, Princeton, the Seven Sisters, only had cachet, mystery because of preppies, a/k/a WASPs, the ones who founded these universities. Blacks/Asians/Jews/Muslims will never be preppies. These groups have no cachet or mystery. Only Caucasians/Europeans/whites/Christians have cachet. At the 9 minute mark he spews his usual nonsense of the IQ superiority of Askenazi Jews, East Asians, then whites. According to him, if we let Jews/Asians control the world, the greatest prosperity ever will materialize. I find this very entertaining. (((Molyneux))) is as funny and entertaining as Derbyshire. (((Molyneux))) would not care if Derb’s wife was an aborigine. But I’m waiting for the punchlines for these two degenerates. Their offspring will marry black/Asian/Jews.

  34. logprof says:

    Yes, “qi” is incredibly annoying.

    I constantly lost online Scrabble games because of these useless words, which I could not even muster for my own good because I kept getting dealt low-level letters.

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