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A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey (part II)

Saturday, October 31st, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part II)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

For Part I of The Drunken Monkey, please click here.

What on earth would Fred and Barney FLintstone order at their local wet spot? How did we satisfy our bottomless thirst without shot glasses, stir sticks, and little paper umbrellas made in China?

Patrick McGovern is an archeological chemist who has a fun job: alcohol experiments that bring history to life. He makes booze out of beets, berries, and roots, emulating as closely as possible ancient brews. Discovery Magazine writer Larry Gallagher wrote an amazing story about him back in 2005, and that’s where I learned about molecular archeology. McGovern uses spectrometers and chromatographs to analyze traces of whatnot on old artifacts. That’s how a little pot shard told him that our Neolithic pals in Jiahu, China over 9000 years ago were already enjoying the, uh, fruits of the Chinese hawthorn berry, and the Chinese’ other favourite staple, rice.

Patrick wrote Ancient Wine: The Search for the Origins of Viniculture, and Uncorking the Past: The Quest for Wine, Beer, and Other Alcoholic Beverages. In the latter, we learn a few things they forgot to tell us in grade ten health class: “The human liver is specially equipped to metabolize alcohol, with about ten percent of its enzyme machinery, including alcohol dehydrogenase, devoted to generating energy from alcohol.” (Abstainers actually have shorter life spans, he says, than drinkers. But slow down, there, my friend- so do binge drinkers. Moderation, as with everything, is king.)

Patrick is pretty sure that humans were sniffing out alcohol since we could walk upright, and maybe before, given that we’ve always loved fruit. Spoiled fruit split open in the hot sun is an easy target for airborne yeast spores, resulting in boozy goodness that we wouldn’t resist.

Patrick tells us about biologist Robert Dudley’s “drunken monkey” hypothesis, that alcoholism is as natural as human history is old, which is difficult to prove given the paucity of physical evidence. Fragments of our earliest selves are scarce, and there were no wildlife cameras available to witness our first habits. Nonetheless, it would be a big leap of the imagination to assume that ancient hominids abstained from gorging on pomegranate toddy, given what Dudley tells us about monkeys. The biologist witnessed howler monkeys in Panama greedily sucking back the ripe fruit of the palm tree, imbibing about ten standard drinks worth in twenty minutes. Like humans, apes, chimps, and monkeys of all sorts love booze, and most of them don’t stop after a small glass of wine. They drink as much as they can.

A far cry from the idea that we wouldn’t pour a highball to go with our tubers and game, McGovern says the opposite is true. We would find fermented juices wherever possible, and then look for ways to make more on our own.

Some anthropologists are sure that it is the thirst for easy access to alcohol that made us settle down to farm grains in the first place, which would mean that the pursuit of intoxication indirectly gave us everything we have accomplished. It IS pretty widely accepted that booze preceded bread, so the possibility is real. We made beer from whatever was on hand in our part of the world- sorghum, wheat, millet, corn, rice, barley.

But don’t think our hominid forebears stuck to our legal preference. They enjoyed any other plants that tripped them out without directly killing. Magic herb tinctures, fungi, cacti, steeped leaves of every sort occupied us. We hallucinated for spiritual ceremony, imbuing the highest honour and reverence to anything that made us high. In our puritanical culture of denial where we demonize “illicit” drugs, marginalizing them to the fringe of society, it’s hard to understand how important intoxicants are to human society. They were integral to religious rites in the far reaches of the world. They still are used in shamanic societies for ceremonies. Ahuasca rites promise a three day bender that makes even the best LSD seem like a pre-party. The Greeks had the true breakfast of champions- to break an overnight fast, they consumed a beverage made from barley and ergot, a potent hallucinogen. The Eulesian mystery festivals celebrated with kykeon as a sacrament, one that would send anyone into a revelatory trance.

We ate scorpions, licked toads, chewed on “dream fish,” and smoked cobra venom. The Arabian Humor tribes hunted giraffes to scoop out their bone marrow, said to induce hallucinatory visions, though we hope this is anecdotal folklore…The Aztecs loved Teonanacatl, or “divine flesh” -mushrooms that sent you flying into other worlds. Many Paleolithic caves feature paintings that express therianthropic sentiments- that “we’re all one” sensation that the flower children were still trying to describe after thousands of years. Early Americans alone enjoyed some eighty species of mind-altering botanicals. Remains in a Neanderthal cave excavation in Iraq in 1960, the Shanidar dig, have convinced many archeologists that drugs were used some 50 thousand years ago.

Ancient Hindu Vedas reference Soma, “the food of the gods,” in over 1000 love letter-like praises. The mushroom made everything heavenly. But not all drugs did: some were horrific, and some awesome ones had a few hellish side effects or were a ‘bad trip’ risk. Is it possible that we began to perceive heaven and hell because of the worlds we witnessed?

But drugs aren’t always a religious experience. They are social, like chilling in our favourite bars. They take the edge off. They are painkillers. They put stress out of our minds. Legal drugs like booze, coffee, cigarettes, prescriptions are practically the backbone of legal commerce. The rest of our economy is bolstered by the illegal ones. In east Africa- Kenya, Yemen, Ethiopia, Somalia- the stimulant khat IS the GDP. It’s huge to think of that- whole countries subsist on khat, and coffee- the other big seller. And there is no South America without cocaine, for all the terrorism and grief it has caused. Before we all got greedy for a hastier hit, cocaine was an innocent and important staple, a small shrub whose leaves could be chewed or brewed, chock full of vitamins. Coca tea helped workers toil in high altitudes, and it was handy if your belly was empty because you wouldn’t notice. Today coca tea is still popular “slimming tea.” As a matter of trivia, Sigmund Freud was addicted to cocaine. Given how many find the aphrodisiac qualities of blow extraordinary, at least at first before they turn hellish and just plain weird, might that have had something to do with his unwavering emphasis on all things sex?

And then there’s opium. You may be surprised to know that most of the world’s opium- a powerful drug from a humble poppy plant- is made in Afghanistan. Not long ago, much of the world was addicted to opium- including our founding father Ben Franklin. Morphine, that miraculous killer of all pains, physical or emotional, was a potent lure for millions. Bayer, the maker of innocent aspirin, is the company that gave opium its brand name: Heroin.

Pulitzer prize winning science journalist Jon (not Benjamin!) Franklin talks about heroin in his book, Molecules of the Mind. He explains the nitty gritty of molecular psychology for the layperson. And this layperson was a little startled, despite my personal historical affinity for all manner of intoxicants, to learn that there is a human drive more powerful than hunger or sex. The human mind is decorated like a Christmas tree with receptors waiting with open arms for one thing alone- intoxication.

Yes, that’s right. The human body is equipped with zillions of phone jacks waiting to be plugged in to drugs.

Scientist Ronald Siegel calls this overwhelming desire the “fourth drive.”

The war on drugs is a joke, according to scientists like these, and let’s face facts- a joke according to statistics. Consider that less than five per cent of the world’s population- us- consumes most of the world’s illicit drugs. Seems Bob Marley was right, that we’d be better off to legalize it.  (Pot is, after all, the United States’ biggest cash crop.)

Siegel writes in his book, Intoxication, “This ‘fourth drive’ is a natural part of our biology, creating the irrepressible demand for drugs. In a sense, the war on drugs is a war against ourselves, a denial of our very nature.”

Would legalizing our human nature work better? We know it was impossible to prohibit booze. As Jon Franklin’s states, quite the population was high or addicted- to Heroin, barbiturates, amphetamine, Valium, cocaine.

But it took a while to notice the gravity of the problem. Why? Because “the American middle class was too drunk to worry about what was going on.”

(Stay tuned for some surprising discoveries that convince me that it’s only natural.)  

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part I)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Despite the major headway I’ve made these past few years in abolishing so many bad habits, the first thing I did after moving was head down the street to check out the neighbourhood pub.

I reveled in a kitchen much more spacious than in my previous flat, and I wasted no time making a ten-veggie super salad and a maple pecan pork roast. But the cheerful drunken faces laughing and toasting their pints behind the glass beckoned and the first night in my new home I headed over to join them. It was a scene straight out of the always-astute Simpsons: during a cook-off, Homer ingests a chile pepper so hot it bends his mind. And Chief Wiggum whines mournfully, “I want to hallucinate, too!”

What’s the point of avoiding bread if I’m throwing back the beer? Is there any point in cutting out candy and soda if I still drink loads of wine? Yeah, yeah, it’s great that I’ve moved from imbibing the good stuff every day to special occasions only (which inevitably happen about twice a week!) And that’s probably the reason I’m still fat.

I’m not the only one who finds nixing the mind-altering substances the hardest part of healthy living. And for the most part I have nixed them. But if the icons of fitness can’t always resist a drink, how can a weak-willed mortal like me?

Paleo purists who have achieved more success than I have may scoff, but the rest of you know exactly where I’m coming from. And our guru Loren Cordain knows no one will stick with a diet that has absolute no-nos, so we are encouraged to occasionally enjoy a glass of wine with dinner if we must. Still, in The Paleo Diet for Athletes, Dr. Cordain reminds us, “Obviously, alcohol was not part of any hunter-gatherer diet.”

Obviously? Certainly moderation is sound advice, but nonetheless the good doctor is wrong.

Say what? Humans have always been boozehounds. Always. Yes, since the Stone Age, since as far back as we can go and know. In addition to our more primitive ancestors, our first civilizations in Sumer and Egypt both considered alcohol a necessity for everyday living! The Egyptian god Osiris invented beer, and beer was offered to him. Just like we do, the people enjoyed a wide selection of beers and quite a few wines as well. Booze was so important that the dead were buried with it so that they wouldn’t have to teetotal in the next world.

Sumer’s goddess of beer and alcohol was Nankasi, who used honey and dates to sweeten her malt brew. (From here on, there was no shortage of wine deities, reaching from Rome to the remote pantheons of the world.) So it seems that civilization landed in all of its glory with a taste for the sauce already in tact. Winepresses, spirit cellars, and distilleries were magically present at the very dawn, and so perhaps the secrets of turning juice to gold was indeed imparted from the gods.

While civilization meant astonishing leaps forward in creativity, architecture, engineering, medicine, literature and more, it also meant grain and the beginning of degenerative disease.

Perhaps the price of living longer and recording more about ourselves for future generations to know was the deterioration of health. No need to sentimentalize the days of the cave man- death was early and brutal, often from exposure to the elements like cold and the jaws of wild animals. Learning what was safe to eat weeded a great many of us out of the gene pool- today we know the fast-acting poisons thanks to the mistakes of our earlier selves. But the plants of a lesser poison meant degenerative diseases, which anthropologists begin finding as soon as grain agriculture hits our imagination. And those diseases usually don’t accumulate through to death until after the age of reproduction, which means we repopulate before we die. So grains meant extended survival for humans, both in a lifespan and in a cosmic, “go forth and multiply” kind of way. The same poison that ruins our bones and teeth and pancreas slowly meant we could spend that slow death writing, inventing, philosophizing, enacting theatre. Now all grains have naturally evolved poisons- pesticides, actually, and carbohydrates. Humans gravitated instantly to grains- and every other available plant or berry- fermenting or distilling them into a much faster acting poison, one that would marvelously, wonderfully intoxicate it without killing us on that same occasion. Cheers!

The Irish often claim to be the world’s hardest, happiest drinkers. Archaeologists Declan Moore and Billy Quinn confirmed that long before Guinness opened its doors, Ireland had some 4500 breweries during the Bronze Age. There are thousands of fulacht fiadhs, or horseshoe shaped mounds, that mystified experts for centuries. Moore and Quinn date wrote in Archeology Ireland that these pits were in fact microbreweries dating back more than 3500 years, making the first generations in Irish history as beer-loving as all those cute bumper stickers boast.

So the Irish have been brewing and stewing for several thousand years longer than we previously believed. And those first amazing cuneiforms and hieroglyphics tell us that before we could record the story, we already loved boozing it up. Seems the Flintstones loved a bit of firewater just as much as we do.

(Stay tuned for some amazing stories from archeologists about the first party animals, and fascinating facts about our cousins who love to get down, too.)  

The Paleo Post has been updated

Sunday, October 25th, 2009

In the left hand column of the main page is The Paleo Post, please see the latest edition.

With readers now from over 60 countries routinely stopping by The Paleo Garden and the increasing road signs out there in fields of art, science and medicine directing us toward a healthy path of eating and living according to an evolutionary life while still enjoying the benefits of modernity… well, that’s what The Paleo Post is all about.  A snapshot collection of these links from the evolutionary living community and life as we know it writ large.  As many of you have, please continue to email me (or make comments in a “The Paleo Post has been updated” post) to send me a link that you think is a good representation of what should be seen and heard in the paleo new world.

Also, just putting the word out now, I’m going to facilitate a Primal/Paleo/Evolutionary meet up group in New England on/about the publish date of Arthur De Vany’s book “The New Evolutionary Diet” which will be a groundbreaking event putting in one book his many years of developing Evolutionary Fitness.  From Robb Wolfe to Mark Sisson to a host of other primal sites out there, Art pre-dates them all, and in many ways inspired them to emphasize the evolutionary aspect of their approaches.  Art’s book comes out in ~June 2010.  I’d like to modestly suggest a meet-up group be arranged around the Boston or Providence area.  I’ll revisit this issue again, but please let me know whether there is any interest from any of our readers in such a meet up celebration.  

Zinc: It’s Mainly Because of the Meat

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Zinc is associated with red meat and masculine virility, and for good reason. Red meats (and oysters, widely known as aphrodisiacs) are by far the best sources of zinc, and sperm and muscles are full of it.

The luckier you get, the more zinc you’ll need to replenish the fountain, as it were.

But zinc should also be associated with female sexuality, as it’s important to keep her piping in ship shape, her skin perfect, and her hair and nails strong. Zinc is lost in menstrual fluids, and men aren’t the only humans with muscles. We have some, too. Some of us would like more muscles and less flab, and zinc plays a huge role in the metabolism of carbs. It’s implicated in hormone regulation. For all these reasons, a nice slab should symbolize my feminine wiles, even as it alludes to your ripped and ready bod.

Our bones are made with zinc, not just calcium. You need zinc to fight infections. It’s a huge player in your immune system, in cancer prevention, hair growth, anti-inflammation, DNA synthesis, energy, mental clarity, cell replacement (great muscles, great skin, great intestinal walls and lung lining), wound healing, enzyme production, and sense of taste and smell.

Your body does not stockpile the stuff, so you need to eat lots of it each and every single day. Unless your doctor says otherwise, don’t take supplements of zinc. It requires all the other amazing nutrients in your beef for ideal balance and best results. We absorb less than half the zinc we eat, so our body is always anticipating replenishment. From plant foods, absorption rates are much lower still.

There is zinc found in plants, no doubt about it. Nuts and seeds, particularly almonds, pumpkin seeds, and cashews have lots of zinc. You can eat ten ounces of cashews to get about 10 mg of zinc- that’s 1 500 calories, nearly your day’s allotment. You can eat 30 oranges. In contrast, 3 oz of beef has your daily zinc requirement. A nine oz steak measures in at 250-500 calories, depending on the cut. Oysters are far and away the highest source- one of these little fellas packs the day’s zinc in one sensational slurp.

Not only is the zinc in animal foods far higher than plant foods, but it is far more bioavailable. Experts say animal zinc is about four times more absorbed than plant zinc. Does this mean you need to eat 120 oranges to get a few oyster’s worth? Or 5000 calories worth of nuts?

The very worst sources are grains, which contain phytic acid, an antinutrients that binds to minerals, taking them out of the body unused. These phytates also remove calcium, selenium, magnesium and more, veritably nullifying grain’s nutritional profile. Wheat germ is very high in zinc- about 16 mgs in 100 g serving. Wheat germ is also high in these pesky phytic acids, and gluten, and carbs, which rules it out as a regular zinc source for many.

Old fashioned fermenting of grains was a traditional way of neutralizing phytates. Plus, whole grain has more enzymes that naturally fight off the plant’s own phytic acid. So bread made the old-fashioned way is way better than refined breads. But you’ll still be eating a lot of bread- 20 to 80 slices a day!

I’m starting to see a pattern here. It keeps coming back to the same thing, over and over. Just eat lots of fish and meat and fresh vegetables, and not much of anything else, and you’ll find yourself in fine form.

To browse the archive of Lorette’s writings on The Paleo Garden, click here.  

The Paleo Post has been updated

Monday, October 19th, 2009

In the left column of The Paleo Garden’s home page you will find The Paleo Post.  It’s just been updated.  The highlight of the week is the unfortunate passing of 3 participants of the Detroit marathon.  The write-up of Michigan resident and evolutionary living adherent, Karen De Coster, is a good overview of why living primal doesn’t mean putting your body through the trauma of a marathon (or of the rat race, or high insulin either!).  

Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, Grass of Forgetfulness

Saturday, October 17th, 2009

I really like a blog called “healthcare epistemocrat”.  This guy is a flat out wicked talented writer.  He’s a public health scholar, adheres to evolutionary living, and a big fan of Nassim Taleb.  You will see this young man testify before congress someday, and I hope it’s sooner rather than later.  People of his generation breaking through the dogma may be the only hope for millions out there.

There was a post not too long ago about personal mythologizing with an ‘n=1‘.

Yes, I think that’s why the Sisson Grok avatar is very powerful.  Like reading a book, you may put your face on the character.  I have found myself from time to time thinking of what would my great^100 grandpa do.  The Paleo Garden’s Lorette has a great collection of writings on the powers of myths in our lives.

Arthur De Vany early this year had a fascinating discussion on the fall of Eden being a metaphor of hunters and gatherers moving into agricultural lifestyles.  Though Art had mentioned the exodus out of the garden into agriculture previously, it was when this article came out that the conversation really heated up.  The discussion that continued among the EF’ers and Art resulted in cataclysmic changes in the mythologies that helped me explain the world.  I started to look at the world when Eden was still here on earth.  When we all still lived in a garden with the flowers, rainbows, fangs, and sharp teeth.  All that beauty, all that brutality.  Yet, of course, profound grace of a mother toward a child and man toward man existed even then.

In many ways, nothing’s changed, I still believe in Eden.  I still believe in the Garden.  I just understand now what the garden was and still is.

If the apple was from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, then Wheat is the Grass of Forgetfulness.   Let us understand wheat, let us understand how for good and bad it has changed human society profoundly and completely.  Metabolic Syndrome, IBS, cancer, MS, (and there are many others) look like they could be caused by this grass.  And let us remember what wheat (and rice, and corn, and potato) has caused us to forget.

Remarkable find: A frieze from Gobekli Tepe

We have forgotten that we used to all live in a garden.  Remember The Paleo Garden.  

Wolves Among Dogs: Capacity for Violence (part II)

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

This is part II of “Capacity for Violence”, the latest installment of Wolves Among Dogs.  Part I may be found here.

Since I live in America, I associate violence with firearms.  Yeah, I’m a firearms enthusiast.  Somehow firearms enthusiast just sounds better than “gun nut,” right?  I own several rifles, a goodly number of pistols, and used to own a couple of shotguns.  The ability to use each of them, to my mind, is integral to being a modern competent human being.


I hasten to point out that I’m not a particularly good shot, with a rifle or a pistol.  I’m a competent shot, I understand the basic concepts and mechanics that go into shooting, and when I practice at it I’m pretty good.  I haven’t practiced in a while, and so, doubtless, my skills have declined some.  A couple of years ago, I had a good source for reloaded .38 Special ammunition, and a membership at a local shooting range, and a whole passel of Colt double action revolvers in .38 Special (and .357 Magnum, but the .357 Magnum is just a lengthened .38 Special case, so you can load .38s in your .357 if you want to).  Out of the 52 possible weeks, 47 times I went to the range.  At each range trip I shot double action, offhand, at a silhouette target placed at 15 yards.  I shot either 100 or 200 rounds.  By the end of the year, heck, by the middle of the year, I could keep all hundred (or 200) rounds in an 8 inch circle, firing at a controlled pace of about one round per second.  I liked that.  As my competence went up, my comfort with the revolvers went up too; the sixgun became a tool with which I was thoroughly familiar.

I hasten to point out that I carjacked no one, practiced not highway brigandage, and called upon none to “Stand and deliver!”  I haven’t even gunned down some random stranger in a fit of pique.

While I associate violence with the use of firearms, we have to bear in mind that there was violence even before there were firearms.  In a later posts I hope to address more fully the histories of  “cold” combat and unarmed combat, and here I am addressing more philosophical than practical issues, so I will reserve most of my comments for later.  I will just point out that while firearms have made spears, knives, axes, swords and our antediluvian friend the club obsolescent (i.e., they’re probably not your best choice), they are in no way, manner or form obsolete  (i.e., they will still kill you thoroughly dead).  Also, they’re still with us.  I believe that a fairly large portion of Chinese forces during the Second Sino-Japanese War were armed with swords, there was that nasty business in Rwanda a few years back, when terrible execution was wrought with machetes, and of course the Gurkha units still prize their kukris.  Heck, every so often there will be a sword fight here in America.  Accordingly, I think that everyone ought to have some basic concept of how to fight empty handed, or with IFIs (Improvised Fighting Implements).  Walls, umbrellas, pens, car keys, the impedimenta of daily life.

At times, in our modern industrialized Western environment, I’ve wondered about this relish I have, this appreciation and enthusiasm I have for my capacity for violence.  Does it mean I’m a monster, that I am proud of the ability to maim or kill someone?  Am I liable to hurt someone just because I can?  After thinking about this a goodly bit, I’ve decided that there’s nothing wrong with it, not one jot, not one tittle.  The thing about violence is, it can be your friend, or it can be your enemy.  It’s value-neutral.  (Like fire, like gravity: it just is.)  The skill of using violence is just a skill, like any other, and it’s a skill I’m proud to have some de minimis proficiency in.

Jeff Cooper, a man who both thought considerably on the subject of violence (his master’s thesis was on the Spanish conquest of the Americas), who refined some of the techniques of modern pistolcraft and who once posed the question to his correspondents: “Why do men fight?”  After considerable discourse upon the subject, the answer that Cooper came up with was one a reader had submitted: “Men fight because they like to fight.”  I think there’s a good bit of truth to this answer.

Why, though, do men like to fight?  I’ve already mentioned Lorette’s comment that the mind and the body work together, are together, are one, but I’ll circle back to it anyway.  (Tell them what you’re going to tell them, tell them, then tell them what you told them!)  We are our bodies, our bodies are us.  Whether it’s been simply a matter of growing older, or of growing up, or of watching my daughters being born, or of beginning to adopt the evolutionary fitness principles, I’ve come much more to accept biological bases for our behaviors.”

Every day, I see the biological bases for my behavior, when I’m getting my daughters ready for school, when I’m cooking for them or reading to them or tickling them.  Life wants to continue, and since men die, they can only live on in their children.  In defense of my children, well, there may be things I wouldn’t do, theoretically, I suppose.

Men fight because they like to fight, and they like to fight because it is in man’s nature to fight.  My opinion is that men fight to protect their families, and to provide for their families.  Once more, I will point out that this can be bad ends—we’re going to go crush that tribe over the hill, and take their stuff, and thus will I provide for my family!  (The more moral counterpoint is, “Those guys from over the hill are coming to take our stuff, let’s organize to repel them.”)  Nonetheless, I think that the genetic predisposition to violence that men have arises from the need to protect their families.  I know that’s true in my case.

Yes, yes—I am pretty much saying that women are more nurturing than men (as a rule) and that men are more violent than women (as a rule).  Different plumbing, different genetic expression, different strengths, different weaknesses, different roles.  Throughout human history, on every continent and in every culture, until about forty years ago, people have universally understood that men and women are different.  It is only recently that it became received wisdom that we differ not at all, and only recently that a thought such as a rat is a pig is a dog is a boy could take hold.  And no, I’m not saying women should be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen (except to the extent I think everyone should be barefoot and in the kitchen, and that having children is a biological imperative).

I’m prepared to do violence in self-defense and the defense of my family and friends.  Like ripples extending from a rock tossed in a pond, the circles of affiliation I feel emanate outwards, weakening as they go.  And my willingness to use force in defense of my circles of affiliation, like those ripples, extend and extend, weakening as they go.  In the military, the use of deadly force is authorized in self-defense, defense of others, the protection of vital national assets, the protection of national critical infrastructure, and to prevent serious offenses against people.   While this is only directly applicable to the military, it sets forth a good solid moral underpinning for when the use of violence is authorized.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with using violence, in the appropriate situation.  I think that’s a natural way to be, and, used defensively, is admirably moral.   

Wolves Among Dogs: Capacity for Violence (part I)

Monday, October 12th, 2009

I’m a go-along, get-along kind of guy.  I like people.  Save only for those who have done me a personal injury or other wrong, I have no hate in my heart for any man—even for men that live differently than I do, and espouse different belief systems than mine.  And yet, at the same time, I relish my capacity for violence.

In the modern industrialized West, we regard “violence” into a bad thing, an evil word, an evil deed, a mark of the depraved.  That’s just silly.  I think it betrays distressing signs that we are becoming a society of Eloi.  Yes, violence can be a bad thing.  Violence can, also, be a good thing.  Violence is value-neutral.  The context of the violence, the realm in which it takes place, the identity and nature of the perpetrators, all of these things are vitally important if we are to say that violence is “good” or “bad,” justified or unjustified.  Context is all important.  (Didn’t George Washington say something about fire being a useful servant and a dangerous master?)  Growing up in Texas, I remember absorbing, as if by osmosis, the story of Charles Whitman.  Now, Charlie was pretty clearly depraved, and the violence he perpetrated was a bad thing.

What’s that?

You don’t know about Charles Whitman?  As Lyle Lovett might say, “That’s right, you’re not from Texas.”

Hmm, maybe Kinky Friedman could explain it some for you.

As a sidebar, that’s Kinky Friedman of Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys fame.  I hate bumper stickers, so I don’t have any on my car, but I’ve got one tucked away that says, “He ain’t Kinky, he’s my Governor.”  He ran for governor of the state of Texas, but he didn’t win, some typical machine politician won.  But that’s another story entirely.

Now, when you watch the video, you may notice that ordinary Texans, or at least ordinary Texas rednecks, saw what was happening and unlimbered their deer rifles to return fire.  The very first vintage clip in Kinky’s exposition, in fact, shows an impact up against the Texas Tower, fired by someone down below.

Now that’s some justifiable violence, right there, if you ask me.

I see it, in fact, as maybe one of the last expressions in America of the “hue and cry.” Free men, armed, responding as a fluid and voluntarily formed temporary collective, working to deter one who aggressed against them and theirs.

Anyway, I don’t want to get carried away by Texican nostalgia, this is all about me and how I see things, so let’s talk about me.  Like I said, I relish my capacity for violence.  I should clarify and qualify: I don’t want to hurt anyone.  My capacity for violence is a capacity for defensive violence—-protecting me and mine.  (Like the old joke about the shotgun-armed Quaker confronting a prowler:  “My friend, I wouldst not shoot thee, but thou standeth right where I am about to shoot!”)

I’ve never fought much.  I was in a couple of mostly-for-show fights in high school.  You know the kind, shoves and getting all bowed up and puffing at each other, a few ill-aimed blows.  When I was in boot camp I swapped four or five punches with another recruit who tried to walk off with an extra hot chocolate.  (It’s a long and boring story.)  I don’t fight for fun, I don’t fight to prove I’m a man, I haven’t been in a fight for years and years now, and I think that if it comes to a fight it means you’ve already let someone get all up in your OODA loop . . . but I do relish my capacity for violence.

Part II of “Capacity for Violence”, the latest installment of Wolves Among Dogs, will appear soon.    

Happy late Birthday, Mr. LaLanne!

Monday, October 12th, 2009

Jack LaLanne recently turned 95.

I remember 30 years ago sitting with my grandfather when Jack was on TV, and my grandpa telling me that he’d been watching Jack for the last 30 years.  

Sex. Lies, and …Fibre to Combat Vice? (Part II)

Friday, October 9th, 2009

This is part II of “Sex. Lies, and …Fibre to Combat Vice?” Part I may be found here.

While I’d learned a great deal about natural hygiene in my studies, I had no idea that Kellogg’s obsession was downright pornographic. I was lucky to find his 1889 book at a yard sale: “Plain Facts For the Old and Young: Embracing the Natural History Hygiene of Organic Life.” The 600 page plus is a veritable compendium of bowel pornography.

I’m going to open the book at random here and there to give you the man’s own words, and they sure don’t say “vegetarians do it better.”

p. 450

“If a child is begotten in lust, its owner passions will as certainly be abnormally developed as peas will produce peas…If the child does not become a rake or a prostitute, it will be because of…a miracle of divine grace. But even then, what terrible struggles with sin and vice, with foul thoughts and lewd imaginations!”

p.194

“In constipation, the rectum becomes distended with feces- effete matter which should have been promptly evacuated, instead of being allowed to accumulate. This hardened mass presses upon the parts most intimately concerned in the sexual act, causing excessive local excitement. When this condition is chronic, as in habitual constipation, the unnatural excitement often leads to most serious results. One of these is the production of a horrible disease, satyriasis…”

p.546

“Hysterical Breast- In one of the worst cases we ever met, in which the breasts were exceedingly sensitive and much swollen, the patients was greatly addicted to masturbation.”

p.163

“Indeed it may with truth be said that the devices of modern cookery are most powerful allies of unchastity and licentiousness.”

p.217

“Constipation, piles, worms, pruritis of the genitals, and some other less common diseases of the urinary and genital systems have been causes of sexual excitement which has resulted in moral degradation.”

p.252

“Love of solitude is a very suspicious sign. Children are naturally sociable…When a child habitually seeks seclusion without sufficient cause, there are good grounds for suspecting him of sinful habits. The barn, the garret, the water closet and sometimes secluded places in the woods are favourite resorts of masturbators.”

p.339

“The sin of self pollution is one of the vilest, the basest, the most degrading that a human being can commit….Those who commit it place themselves far below the meanest brute that breathes. The most loathsome reptile, rolling in the slush and slime of its stagnant pool would not bemean itself thus. It is true that monkeys sometimes have the habit, but only when they have been taught it by vile men or boys.”

p.177-178

“…the helpless infant imbibes the essence of libidinous desires with its mother’s milk, and thence receives upon its forming brain the stamp of vice. When old enough to take food in the ordinary way, the infant’s tender organs of digestion are plies with highly seasoned viands, stimulating sauces, animal foods, sweetmeats…Flesh, condiments, eggs, tea, coffee…and all stimulants have a powerful influence directly upon the reproductive organs. They increase the local supply of blood, and through nervous sympathy with the brain, the passions are aroused.”

Every single page of this unbelievably weird book reads in the same vein. Secretions, emissions, excrement and vice. Is it any wonder that half the North American population is mentally ill? The inheritance of our parents and grandparents was this repressive regime, sexuality in a strait-jacket. Dr. Kellogg and just about everyone else blamed epilepsy, poor eyesight, club feet, and consumption on “vice.”

Here’s my ad/vice: have your steak and eat it, too, and thank God for the zinc, protein, B12 and more that inflame your libido. Then choose it, use it, “self-abuse it.” Whatever you do, don’t lose it.