I’m glad I’m not the Holy Ghost

Because, to judge from the reports emerging from Dar-es-Salaam, the Holy Spirit has told Rowan Williams to recognise two Anglican churches in the USA; it He has told Katherine Jefferts Schori that one is quite enough. So what it She now needs to supply to Dr Williams is the speech that will persuade Dr Schori not merely to acquiesce in the establishment of a parallel Anglican organisation in North America, founded on the assumption that she is a heretic, but that she should pay for it as well. Like I said, I’m glad this isn’t my job, because I can’t begin to conceive of an argument that would carry any weight with her.

About Dr Akinola I have nothing to add, except that he can’t see an episcopal lawn without planting a tank on it.

Yet there remains one simple gesture that Dr Williams could make which would solve the whole problem. If reports are true that the persecuted and reviled Nigerian gay Christian Davis Mac Iyalla has turned up for this meeting, all he has to do is to leave the bunker and embrace him publicly as a gesture that God loves such people even if the Anglican Communion is divided over how to express this love. I am reasonably certain that this would solve the problem of who stays in Communion with whom right there on the spot.

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marriage and markets.

When Rowan Williams praises marriage, everyone assumes that this is because he is the Archbishop of Canterbury, and it’s the Christian thing to do. Well, it is a Christian thing to do, but no one could claim that it was the only Christian tradition about sex: there is a great deal in praise of celibacy, and the OT is clear abut the benefits of polygamy. Even the statement that a bishop shall be the husband of one wife is ambiguous. Perhaps it comes instead from his socialist roots. Because marriage, it seems to me, is a profoundly socialist institution or a egalitarian one: what Sam Bowles would call a means of reproductive levelling.

What marriage — or institutionalised monogamy — does, compared to the doctrine that consenting adults may do whatever they consent to, and with whoever consents, is to interfere with the market. Under the “consenting adult” regime, everyone, in effect, is constantly present in a sexual marketplace, where they trade various forms of attractiveness. Like all markets, this tends to unequal results. As Jesus remarked, to him that hath shall be given, and from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. And if we are talking about she that hath not, even more is taken away.

Socially demanded monogamy is an egalitarian tax on this market. Like all taxes, it can be evaded or avoided, but only at a price. It ensures that almost everyone gets something from the market place, because no minority can monopolise the goods and then rig the rules in their own favour, as the winners in markets tend to do.

In favour of this idea is the fact that monogamy tends to be enforced (and regarded as desirable) in communities where there is a lot of feedback and social control while the wholly untrammelled market (and seen as the summit of human felicity) flourishes in cities where there is much less policing by reputation, since anyone can always “emigrate” to a new social circle.

It follows, that if the market is badly regulated, or rigged by the winners, there will always be more losers. So how does it persist? One answer, I think is that here, just as in the American economic system, far more people suppose themselves to be among the winners than actually are. But this supposition is obviously going to be corrected by reality. And perhaps it should be rephrased to say that almost everyone is afraid of finding themselves among the losers, since the penalties for that are so much higher under a system where attractiveness can be freely traded.

I might work some of this up for the Graun. Thoughts?

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Shorter Nick Cohen

We should invade their countries, kill their leaders, and convert them to feminism.1

Not being as ambitious as Nick, I’d settle for being able to convert the more backward parts of Birmingham, which has the advantage that we don’t need to invade anywhere first or kill anyone. It’s still not going to be easy; it may not even be possible.

1 cf, obviously Ann Coulter

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Russian Gynaecology

Svenska Dagbladet has a review of a book about European demography, Barren States, in which I found the following anecdote:

In Russian, mothers are also young: a woman of 27 is considered too old to give birth vaginally, and encouraged to have an abortion, or at least a caesarian section. When one 27-year-old woman insisted on giving birth vaginally and then complained of the pain, her doctor was outraged: “Of course it hurts!”, he said “It’s meant to hurt. What does a woman of your age expect? You could have been a almost grandmother by now and instead take it into your head to have a baby! What did you do when you were 20? Ran around and had a good time? It wouldn’t have hurt so much then. But you women just want to earn money, earn money, and then you complain that it hurts!”

I’ve heard some startling stories of Russian medicine, and misogyny, over the years but this is in a class of its own. God help the internet if the women who post at unfogged; come across the story: it would be pissing on potassium.

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Snake venom salesman

Dr Majid Katme (who really exists, and has been at it for years; I have talked to him) is telling Muslim women that they must not get their children vaccinated because some of the products used to make vaccine are haram.

This is of course far more wicked and stupid than the Catholic Church’s stand on gay adoptions and far more likely to harm society in general. This is worse even than the disgraceful Andrew Wakefield, whose precedent is not encouraging here. But Wakefield only opposed one vaccination, and he operated through the media, influencing people, who were or wanted to be, middle class. Their children were probably fairly healthy to begin with, and they could themselves be reached by the same papers which spread Wakefield’s nonsense in the first place.

But the kind of mothers who might listen to the Islamic Medical Association (or the Muslim Council of Britain, on which Katme sits) are not going to be reached by educated opinion. Their children are also going to be poorer, less well-nourished, and living in worse accommodation; and his advice applies to all vaccinations. So his advice, would, if followed, not only make them ill, but lead to them becoming a reservoir of infection for everyone else. This is such a ghastly working out of the standard racist fantasy that it forces me to conclude that there is a God, and he agrees with Richard Dawkins.

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Just a thought

I watched Easy Rider last night, for the first time in about thirty years, and pretty much completely sober. The soundtrack is still remarkable, but I was surprised to discover at the end, when the rednecks shot Hopper and Fonda, that part of me was cheering for the rednecks. There really wasn’t much to choose between the two sides in terms of arrogance and exploitation. Feeding a couple of whores mescaline in a graveyard is not the behaviour of heroes, though I must once have thought it was.

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A reader writes

WHO ARE YOU?

The web suggests you provide such details. It does not say whether you are Religious or Irreligious, Conservative, Liberal or Socialist, A Darwinite, Creationist or other. It does not tell us what you majored in.

Alan W.

Actually, there is quite a lot of autobiographical information here, even if the visual jokes only work in Opera.

If you can’t work out which pigeonholes to put me in, that’s fair. I can’t either, for most of your questions. In particular, I have no idea about my own political opinions. I have a strong prejudice against bullying, which drives me towards leftish opinions, and a Machiavellian view of human nature which impels me to conservatism. I am no longer a romantic. When I was, I was some kind of neoconservative.

I am certainly not a creationist either in the narrow sense of supposing the Bible’s cosmology to be true or anything like true, or even in the broader sense of being able to imagine what a Creator might be. On the other hand, it seems to me that original sin is incontrovertible, and that the world is fallen even if there was no Fall.

I accept the fact of evolution as I accept the fact of gravity. I am a sociobiologist in principle, but I think Richard Lewontin is the profoundest living thinker about these matters, and he thinks it’s pernicious rubbish.

I will spend time in empty churches, though I very seldom attend services; I do my best to encourage my Christian friends, some of whom I admire greatly. I find the Bible almost impossible to read, but I love Cranmer’s prayer book. I suspect that the worthwhile meanings of a religious text only reveal themselves through a sort of inner conversation which arises after you have tried to act as if they were true. That is why I suppose both that fundamentalism is radically wrong, since these inner meanings must be different from the outer ones, and in some sense ineradicable, since, if you don’t pay close attention to the text, the conversation will never arise.

I was thrown out of school at sixteen and never went to university at all. My intelligence is reactive, derivative and destructive as befits a journalist.

My speech as well as my life would be more coherent if it were fitted with a backspace key.

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Lost ejaculation

Somewhere on this blog is a scan from a Biggles book, where the hero is surrounded by “a circle of ejaculating natives” — but actually we have lost rather a useful word. What is now the proper term for sudden emotional speech, without much grammar or sense written down, like the little cries of outrage and delight you can overhear when someone in the room is wandering through youtube?

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The Swedish provinces on youtube

Last night I discovered that there are lots of small Swedish towns where people have recorded their lives on youtube. These are places where boredom is the fourth dimension. In Lilla Edet, for example, where I lived for three years, the highlight of someone’s year came when uncle cleaned the outside of a saucepan with a metal file. From Sorsele, there is a film of a small train in a siding. After some seconds, another train approaches the platform and stops. No one gets on or off. The film stops.

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Anyone out there speak Finnish?

I am transcribing a tape of a gold prospector talking about his adventures in the arctic mountains of Norway. We’re talking in Swedish, but his first language is Finnish. Most of it is sparkling clear, and the sound quality is excellent. But at one stage he says something like Jag hade en drits or perhaps “Jag hade en drätt, så ….

Neither I nor any of my dictionaries recognise either word. In the context, it could either be a piece of mining equipment or a psychological state — a determination or hunch. It is in any case something that leads to action.

Anyone who thinks they can help with this, ask and I will email the relevant passage. It’s a fascinating story, anyway. I might put a link to a bit of the mp3 up here.

UPDATE: played back at 60% speed, repeatedly, it resolves into “Jag hade ändå rätt, så” ie “of course, I was right”, with the å sound almost completely swallowed and the ä pronounced indistinguishably from e. The blurring of those two vowel sounds is something I have to guard against in my own Swedish. It may explain why I was sometimes taken for a Finn.

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