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Samizdata slogan of the day

God save me from my friends. I can protect myself from my enemies
-Marshal de Villares

Harry Browne comes to mind

Au Revoir, Tristesse

The first round of the French Presential Elections are underway. Here is a list of the candidates:

Lionel Jospin

Current Prime Minister. Socialist.

Jacques Chirac

Incumbent. Markets himself as a ‘Conservative’ but his policies are virtually indistinguishable from those of Jospin.

Jean-Pierre Chevenement

Former Interior Minister. Marxist nationalist.

Jean-Marie Le Pen

Veteran National Socialist.

Bruno Megret

Another National Socialist.

Noel Mamere

Green Party.

Arlette Laguiller

Trotskyite Worker’s Struggle Party.

Robert Hue

Communist Party.

Francois Bayrou

Former Minister of Education. Centrist.

Jean Saint Josse

Hunting, Fishing, Shooting, Nature and Traditions Party.

Daniel Gluckstein

Party of Workers. Another Communist.

Christiane Taubira

Left Radical Party.

Olivier Besancenot

Revolutionary Communist League.

Corinne Lepage

Nationalist Enviromentalist.

Christine Boutin

Socialist.

Alain Madelin

Liberal Democracy Party. Advocates Anglo-Saxon style free market reforms. Very unpopular. Doesn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of even getting past the first round.

The two candidates polling the most votes go through to a run-off for the Presidency. It is widely expected that these will be Jospin and Chirac although Arlette Lagullier has been putting in a strong show and could pip either one of them.

Another Samizdata blogger sends reports from afar

Many years ago I visited Bergen, in Norway, and the locals told me that the weather for my stay was by far the best it had ever been. Well, now I’m in the south of France, in a town called le Boulou (they call it a ‘village’ here), just south of Perpignan. The weather is the worst it’s ever been. On Wednesday night there was a, by South of England standards, regulation noisy thunderstorm, with lots of rain, as you’d expect from a thunderstorm, and there was further heavy rain the next day. This turned the pathetic little smear of dampness they call their river into a real river! A raging torrent the width of a football field in fact. Le Boulouans couldn’t sleep for the din! The weather is now improving, and by the time I leave it will have recovered its normal warmth and sunniness.

Meanwhile France is … France. The food shops are far better than in England, but finding a job is far harder than in England – two facts which may be related. Employing other people is a nightmare of expense and bureaucratic awfulness. If you aren’t something like an enarque or a multinational or some such, the only way to get ahead economically is to run a Mom and Pop store of some sort and do your own labouring. Thus France abounds with these, and they’re run like crosses between ordinary businesses and art galleries, being expressions both of love and “greed, for want of a better word” (see my previous posting about Wall Street). France has the same inane cartoons on TV as England. It also, more famously, has the same currency as nearby Spain, which I have to admit is a convenience if you live twenty minutes by car from Spain, as my hosts do. The internet seems to work.

Le Boulou seems to be a real ‘community’. People know each other, perhaps because they still shop in the same local Mom and Pop stores that the English have abandoned for supermarkets. Tomorrow I am attending a rugby match, which will presumably abound with local spirit, rugby being at its strongest in this part of France (France having just beaten England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland and Italy, i.e. everybody, in the recently concluded Six Nations Rugby Championship). I’m looking forward to this game greatly.

I’ve not been able to meet any local libertarian intellectuals so far. It would seem that they’re all on holiday, elsewhere.

The true meaning of ‘joined up government’

“Government’s data sharing plan is a dagger to the heart of liberty”, says Free market and civil liberties think tank.

The Labour’s government’s plans to integrate the personal data held on British citizens by various government departments and agencies is a dagger to the heart of liberty, says the Libertarian Alliance, the radical free market and civil liberties think tank and pressure group.

Libertarian Alliance Director, Dr Chris R. Tame, says:

“In the light of the ever-more blatant attack on civil liberties in this country – including the proliferation of camera surveillance systems, the increasing involvement of intelligence agencies in political surveillance and dirty tricks operations, the push for a national ID card and DNA database, the gradual abolition of common law liberties by the removal of jury trials, of the presumption of innocence, of the right of silence and of double jeopardy, and by the adoption of the EU’s despotic corpus juris – this proposal is even more ominous. The government’s claim that data would be processed only ‘where necessary’ is laughable – especially when one sees that their list of ‘necessary’ reasons covers every conceivable excuse for nanny statism, paternalism, censorship, socialism, prudery, puritanism and prohibitionism.

It is ironic that when the state has demonstrated that it is incapable of providing any ‘public service’ adequately, when it cannot defend its citizens from predators of every stripe, that is should be attempting to turn us into supplicants and serfs. The common argument that ‘if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear’ is absurd. In an age when health fascists have declared smoking to be a form of child abuse, it is clear that everyone can be subjected to the prejudices of demented paternalists – whether of the fundamentalist religious nutters, the peddlers of PC pieties, the environmentalists, or the feminist anti-sex cranks. Your life style, your tastes, your sexuality, your political and social views, can be subjected to tomorrow’s moral panic, propaganda scare campaign and witch-hunt and legislated as ‘crimes’ or as ‘politically incorrect’.

The citizens of Britain need to send a message to our would-be masters that we are not numbers, that we will not be pushed, filed, indexed, stamped, briefed, debriefed, or numbered – that our lives are our own.

It is now clear that the ‘social contract’ has been broken by the state. Resistance to the usurpations of the state is both a right and a moral duty. It is the right, the duty, of all to resist and disrupt the state’s data gathering and record-keeping ability, by whatever means are necessary”.

You bet your orbit!

It had to happen eventually. Someone has finally gotten a space lottery “off the ground” as it were:

There will be 10 lottery or raffle winners selected to participate with the training. The individual who trains the best (one out of ten) then receives the trip on the Russian Soyuz rocket. The nine winners who pass the miniature cosmonaut training program – yet do not liftoff on the Russian Soyuz will journey into space via Interorbital Systems Neptune Orbital Space Liner, TGV Rocket or another RLV.

I hope the Internet Is With Them and that millions of people take them up on this.

It gets even better. They are out to water the sprouts of the new space tourism industry:

Twenty percent (20%) of the ticket price (less card processing fees) goes directly to the private aerospace companies or space tourism related organizations of choice.

Among the beneficiaries will be Mir Corp, the company which tried to save Mir, the Worlds first permanent manned space station, the true “Alpha Station”.

The space lottery idea has been around for perhaps twenty to twenty-five years. In all that time I know of only one truely serious attempt to do it, and that was by Jim Davidson when he still lived in Houston… before he went off to enjoy life in the anarchy of Somalia where he now resides. Jim unfortunately was taken on by a Texas Prosecutor who had political designs. In the end the entire incident was nothing except extortion and a shake down by the State. Jim was “allowed” to not go to jail so long as he didn’t complain about the money they stole from him. Thus ended the first Space Lottery attempt.

But good ideas never die, so here we are another 14 years on with the idea finally up and running. I’m not the betting sort. I can walk through a Las Vegas Casino, put one coin in one slot machine… and walk on. Just so if someone asks me if I gambled in the casinos, I can truthfully say “yes”. I know far too much Probability and Statistics to enjoy gambling unless I wanted to put in the time to learn card counting strategies in Blackjack. This is different. Even though I’ll “lose” my money, I’ll be directly helping companies build the infrastructure that will one day take ME up.

I wish them Godspeed and lotsa money.

Prague Post

I have gone straight from the buzz of London to the grey nostalgia of Prague and am now sitting in an internet cafe named appropriately Globe. I can hear English being spoken as this is a favourite place for the English-speaking ex-pats and my inner Anglospherometer is telling me that it’s time to blog. I have been in Prague for two days now and given that this place is in a different world in terms of mentality and time, please take the following comments as potentially confused ramblings of a travelling blogger…

In the short time I have been here I have managed to cover a multitude of activities – checked out (no pun intended) what is new in Prague since my last visit two years ago, visited a monstrous museum of modern art (previously communist archives, the building, not the pictures, obviously…), had a blazing row about nationalism and political discourse in the Mittel Europa and managed to send two Jehovah’s witnesses on their way amicably and within twenty seconds! I am particularly proud of the last one…

I have been thinking about the best way of debating in a place like Central Europe where a Western style of discourse does not create the expected responses. Roll on the popularisation of shared meta-contextual discourse…! The usual evolution of an argument from a thesis through antithesis to a synthesis, does certaintly not apply here. A statement is made, often categorically, so a thesis is born. However, presenting an anti-thesis is dangerous as the aforementioned blazing rows are certain to ensue….What is needed is some kind of validation of the grains of truths carefully exctracted from the original statement. This is interesting (and frustrating) but I think it springs from the need of the Central Europeans to assert their intellectual identity by having it first recognised by their debating opponents. Then, perhaps, room for sneaking an anti-thesis in is created, en route to a wonderful and all encompassing synthesis, providing ample justification for gallons of lovely alcohol to be consumed. As a second thought, who needs shared meta-context when you have alcohol?

On my wanderings through Prague I have been walking along Wenceslas Square, the main square where the 1989 demonstrations of the ‘Velvet Revolution’ took place. I noticed that some shops are hiring people to walk around holding large placards to advertise their wares. This is a familiar sight in the West, especially in Oxford street, the main shopping street in London and I have often looked upon these as another sign of ‘unbridled’ capitalism. Here the locals tell me in a voice dripping with moral satisfaction that such advertising is going to be banned soon as it insults the human dignity. Mindful of my debating experience in this place, I meekly pointed out that perhaps these people may be quite content to earn some money by an activity that does not involve much effort and that by banning it, they will be deprived of the opportunity to have their human dignity offended at a price they are prepared to be paid… As expected I did not get far but I have acted as the lone voice of free market and capitalism. Today, I have seen a girl reading a book whilst at the same time holding a large sign advertising an Irish Pub… So much for insulted human dignity!

I have another three days to go and depending on my ability to access the internet and my mental stability, I may blog again. If not, once in London I will no doubt find plenty to write about privacy and security, computers, markets and other far less nostalgic topics.

It’s nice to have company

I’ve just been perusing the stats in a CNN poll of Americans taken recently and thought this line is worth sharing:

Q23: Now I’d like to ask you a few questions about the U.S. response to the September 11th attacks. Do you approve or disapprove of the military attacks led by the United States against targets in Afghanistan?
               Total     Rep    Dem    Ind            Feb02a
Approve      88%    95%   87%    81%           87%
Disapprove    9%     2%   11%    14%            85%
DK/NA      &nbsp   3%     3%    2%      5%              5%

This is perhaps one of the few times in my life I’ve found myself in agreement with 9 out of 10 people, although I’d like to at least think I agree more strongly than most.

Like a cold shadow from the recent past

I have not written about the Middle East before (and have not written much lately at all due to excessive demands on my time), as I do not feel very qualified to address many of the issues there. In some ways the interesting thing to me about Israel and the Palestinians is not so much what is happening but the strange way people report what goes on there.

Both sides seem to view Israel as somehow ‘special’. Its detractors point out its lousy human rights record and the ethnic nature of its definitions of nationality as if somehow that made Israel worse than the vast majority of other non-Anglosphere countries in which these facts also apply. I wonder why so much is said by the detractors about Israel’s beastly treatment of non-Jews and yet so little is said about Belorus or Burma or China’s beastly treatment of everyone within their borders.

Its supporters on the other hand seem extraordinarily sensitive about negative remarks, reacting with ‘shock’ when even reasoned criticism about Israeli behaviour is made. Some months back I recall seeing a harrowing film clip of a young Palestinian child being shot dead by Israeli troops whilst he cowered next to his terrified father and yet the murmur from the usual talking heads in the Western media amounted to a shrug and saying ‘shit happens’. I recall seeing a blog (I forget which one) which said in its sidebar that it was writing about US and Israeli ‘exceptionalism’. Well frankly I don’t buy the notion of American ‘exceptionalism’ let alone that of some dusty Middle Eastern quasi-socialist quasi-religious ethnically defined state. The world is full of dusty quasi-socialist quasi-religious ethnically defined states.

And so if you detect an air of indifference in me, well I suppose I care as much about the conflict between Jews and Arabs as most Jews care about the conflict between Croats and Serbs. Which is to say, not much. Perry shares my lack of enthusiasm about the subject but he at least knows a bit more about it than I do.

And so the reason I find myself writing about the Middle East, at least indirectly, has less to do with the rights and wrongs of what Israel is and is not doing than with my own subjective perceptions and emotional baggage. I was watching CNN in a hotel in Zagreb earlier to day whilst waiting for a business appointment. As I watched, I heard a report from a female reporter near Jenin who said that Israeli tanks and armoured personnel carriers were moving through the area instructing all Palestinian males between the ages of 15 and 50 to come out of their homes and wait for transport to a place where they can be ‘questioned’.

Now I have no idea what the Israeli military actually has planned for these people but I felt a sudden surge not unlike panic inside me when I heard the reporter say that. In my part of the world many times within the last ten years, powerful armies have moved into a community and taken away entire male populations based on the simple fact of their ethnic background. I found myself desperately hoping that those Palestinian men would find some dark cellar or attic to hide in rather than be bused off somewhere, their fate entirely dependent on the wishes of armed men who by and large feel no commonality of community with them.

I am not on anyones side in that conflict. Israel (and the Palestinians) did not help or hinder Croatia in its recent war and I feel much the same about them, yet I cannot help but pray that my feelings when I heard that report were baseless and irrational. There are already enough communities in the world with no young men in them.

Entrepreneurialism and culture

As Jason Pontin points out in his article on Red Herring, there is a bifurcation of inventiveness on the planet. A few places do all the entrepreneurial heavy lifting, the rest look on. It is not just circumstances but also cultural factors which produce innovation.

Samizdata slogan of the day

‘Please do not ask for credit as a kick in the bollocks often offends’
– Seen on a notice behind a bar in a less than salubrious part of London last night.

It is good to see the private sector doing its part in discouraging unwise accumulation of debt in this era of absurdly low interest rates

The French State as ‘Big Mother’

Having made a dig at our Gallic cousins on Thursday it is only fair to point to a welcome burst of common sense from the land which has of course yielded such wise people as Alexis de Toqueville and Frederic Bastiat, both genuine liberals (i.e. not socialists).

In the Financial Times’ editorial pages today, psychoanalyst and author Michel Schneider writes that in France, the state has become so big as to represent a mother-figure to many of its citizens, who increasingly regard themselves as children. Schneider is the author of Big Mother: the psychopathology of political life, and the whole article is worth a read. So as Dr Glenn Reynolds would say, go read it.

Another blogging article

There is a nice article about blogging by Daniel Sorid on Reuters. At last someone who actually understand why blogs are better than Usenet.