Mid-week misanthropy, vol. 43

Sorry ’bout the sparse posting of late — yup, I’m writing another paper.  This week’s Misanthropy has a “bad ideas” theme.


The first one comes from Great Britain, and may be a brilliantly cynical piece of hysteria-prompted marketing rather than a truly bad idea:

(Even the Times have elided “Great” from “Britain”.)

To be clear, they’re talking about these things:


And what are they saying?

The first “anti-stab” knife is to go on sale in Britain, designed to work as normal in the kitchen but to be ineffective as a weapon.

(Emphasis added.)

So a tool designed to chop, carve, cut, slice, butterfly, and otherwise separate meat into many parts is expected to be “ineffective as a weapon”, hmm?  Yes, penetrating trauma is far more likely to kill you than surface-level cuts, but did anyone stop to read that before it saw publication?!

Wake me up when they invent a stab-proof screwdriver.


Our next bad idea comes from no less luminary a figure than Paul Krugman, whose interventionist economics are beloved by statists everywhere:

(Hat tip: Megan McArdle)

The basic point is that the recession of 2001 wasn’t a typical postwar slump, brought on when an inflation-fighting Fed raises interest rates and easily ended by a snapback in housing and consumer spending when the Fed brings rates back down again. This was a prewar-style recession, a morning after brought on by irrational exuberance. To fight this recession the Fed needs more than a snapback; it needs soaring household spending to offset moribund business investment. And to do that, as Paul McCulley of Pimco put it, Alan Greenspan needs to create a housing bubble to replace the Nasdaq bubble.

(Emphasis added.)

Wouldja look how well that turned out.  Aren’t Nobel Prize-winning economists stupposed to know what words like “bubble” mean?  Hey, Paulie:

How about a nice cup of shut the FUCK up?

Fucking Keynesians.


In British Columbian news, the provincial New Democrats have discovered — only a month after the election — that taking a giant crap on their core constituency was a bad idea:

Now, I’m somewhat skeptical of the notion that riding a bad idea into the ground like Slim Pickens on a thermonuke shows a party’s integrity and principle: it is instead symptomatic of a particularly stubborn strain of idiocy.  However, this particular reversal could have been handled with a bit more delicacy to prevent consequences like this:

Premier Gordon Campbell couldn’t be more pleased by the decision announced by NDP Leader Carole James on Thursday.

“I think Ms. James is now trying to repair a party that was badly damaged by the fact they were expedient instead of principled,” the premier said Friday. “But they have been the most anti-environmental political party in the country.”

Politics is tough, but it’s tougher when you’re stupid.

3 Responses to “Mid-week misanthropy, vol. 43”

  1. June 17, 2009 at 13:40

    What I like about the “stab-proof” “nonfatal” knives is that they’re not even stab-proof. All you’d need would be a bit of upper body strength and an up-curving stroke. It’d create a much nastier and more ragged wound, too.

    • June 17, 2009 at 13:50

      The paring knife would work better for something like that, I think, although you’d still spend a lot of energy getting the “point” through clothing and skin. It occurs to me that a half hour with a bastard file would fix that problem — but if they don’t have screwdrivers in the UK, maybe they don’t have files either. Anyway, I’m largely convinced that this is an exercise in separating fools from their money more than anything else.

      A Pekiti-Tirsia player would be quite frightening with one of these… but a Pekiti-Tirsia player would be quite frightening with a chopstick, too, so I don’t know how much that proves.

  2. June 17, 2009 at 21:58

    I’m not even going to touch on the civil liberties issues or the stupidity of asserting that these are “ineffective as a weapon” — you guys can handle that quite well, thanks. My initial gut reaction was as a professional culinarian:

    Oh, No goddam way in motherfucking HELL will they ever foist those felching pieces of shit on me!

    The French (chef’s) knife evolved, and every fucking inch of the blade serves a purpose. its shape, its balance, everything is designed top provide a tool thjat does a billion different jobs, and I can’t imagine a single cook worth his weight in SHIT who will be happy about this.

    From the very first day of culinary school, when our very first lesson is in how to handle our knife, how to care for our knife, all the PARTS of the knife, how to HOLD the knife, how to sharpen it, how to hone it… a cooks knife is a very personal thing — Anthony Bourdain said it best: Don’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.

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