Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Short Story: Ginger Kevin's Purple Moray

[Foreword: There's not much of a moral with this short story, it's just a bit o' fun about what happens when an interestellar trader ends up idolising a ship that he wants.  He ends up purchasing one with several defects, including an effeminate colour scheme.  Later on this leads to an encounter with a cliched 'macho man' who takes offence at anything vaguely feminine in his pub.  I suppose that's a problem, one of many, with idolatry: it causes you to see the thing with rose tinted glasses rather than seeing it as it is - with it's pros and cons.

As with the other short stories on this blog, the setting is the science-fiction computer game world Frontier:Elite, but the details aren't important and the story can be read and understood without knowing anything about the game.  It's just an environment to experiment with different ideas, like a proverbial 'sandbox world'.]




Ginger Kevin's Purple Moray


Location: Irkutsk Orbital Station, the Alioth System.
Date: February 3251


    'Why oh why did I buy a purple Moray Starboat?' Kevin thought to himself as he sat at the counter at the 'Wandering Bashkort's Bar'. He had just arrived at the Irkutsk orbital station, in the Alioth system, after a long voyage from the Ioveso system where he had bought the Moray. Kev rested his elbows on the counter and massaged his temples. A moment later, he looked down at a tumbler in front of him that was full to the brim with 'Super Strength Kumiss' - some distilled Turko-Russian drink, or so he had been told by the barman who was selling it to every Tom, Dick and Harry that walked in there. Mind you, the grim taste of the milky alcoholic beverage was the last thing on his mind.

    For the last couple of months, Kevin had been searching high and low, scouring the independent systems of the Northern frontier, desperately trying to find a Moray Starboat. His ship at that time was a Gecko. It was a great ship for long distance travel, which was useful to small time couriers like Kev. But it was highly ineffective when it came to combateering. This was because the Gecko was a small ship which could only hold one measly missile, a solitary shield generator, a prissy pulse laser, and enough fuel for a one way trip. In contrast a Moray could hold around five shield generators, four missiles, a whopping great beam laser, plus enough fuel to make several emergency getaways. A Moray was just what Kevin wanted. But where ever he went, from shipyard to shipyard, no matter how underpopulated or overpopulated, remote or connected, technophobic or technophilic the system was, he could never find that ship. There was always a Cobra, a Viper or an Adder for sale, but never a Moray.
    The Gecko was a ship that he had 'inherited' from his former boss, Adnan Escobar: a gun running, drug dealing profiteer from way down South, around the Beandce system. Escobar, he had been told, had 'gone missing' on a business deal somewhere, and no one had seen him since. This was not particularly surprising since the man had been trading with brigands, pirates, terrorists etc, who would and could easily kill a man for no better reason than a sideways glance, or a frown at the wrong time. Such people are very sensitive about their status, their so called prestige or 'honor', and don't take kindly to those who show them disrespect. After all the individuals position as 'pack leader' is largely dependent on them 'keeping face' and ruling over a mob of equally violent psychopaths. Thus it wouldn't have surprised Kev if his boss had been killed by one of these characters during a business deal that had turned sour.
    Following his boss' death, Kevin, as the vice president of the company (a role that he had served in name only), had taken command of the business (which was called 'Escobar Enterprises'): a few warehouses and offices, half a dozen retail outlets, a few planet-side shuttle craft and a Gecko interstellar ship. He let the gun running and narcotics dealing part of the business fall by the wayside, and focused on the legal, peaceful, elements of the business: principally selling consumer goods in the Ackedze and Beandce systems, as well as some import-export trade and haulage. A year later, the old customers finally stopped hounding him to sell them weapons. So, with the business now secure and growing slowly, Kev decided to take a gamble: he would liquidate some assets and buy a second Gecko so he could fly northward in search of new business opportunities, while leaving his business partner to keep the company running while he was away.
    Kevin headed Northbound: passing through the Empire, the Federation and finally arriving in Alliance territory. On the route he encountered many more of the macho bully boy types that he had had to deal with back in Ackedze. This time though they were not in lightly armed trader ships but heavily armed combat craft. And instead of engaging in trade in a semi civil manner (by exchanging goods for cash), they were intent on killing him and scavenging the remains of his ship. The more extreme end of the macho scale weren't even interested in the potential booty they could get from the carcass of their defeated foe. Oh no. Their only concern was to tally up as many kills as possible. Like some lothario who is always on the prowl to carve the next notch into his bedpost. They always want one more lay, one more kill, to up their rating.
     It was during these numerous stressful battles against pirates that Kev had realized that he needed to get a superior ship. He needed more shield generators, more missile pylons and a bigger laser. He flicked through a copy of 'Jane's Guide to Interstellar Ships' and set his heart on a Moray. It quickly became an obsession; and he wouldn't be satisfied until he finally owned one. Alas, finding a Moray is a much harder than you might imagine. Shipyard after shipyard, planet after planet, system after system, and still he hadn't found one. He was beginning to wonder whether he would ever get his hearts desire.
    Then, one average day in Aachen Town (Alioth), struck by a hunch, he filled up his Gecko's fuel tank and decided to fly off to a nearby system. His destination of choice was the technologically backward, religio-socialist system of Ioveso. An unlikely choice for a prospective ship owner. But his hunch paid off. He walked into the local second hand shipyard, and there it was! A Moray! A second hand Moray Starboat! 'Thrill of thrills!' Joy of joys!' Overcome with desire, he pounced on the ship like a Cheetah at a Thomson's Gazelle. Like a thirsty man who'd been walking through a desert for weeks and finally stumbled across a muddy, pest ridden Oasis. He didn't care for the quality of the water. The quality of the ship. It was this desperation that was his undoing. In his fit of enthusiasm, delirious with desire, Kevin had forgotten to engage his brain before he signed the deal with the used ship salesman. The result of this was that he forgot to sell any of the Geckos additional components: Naval Standard ECM, shield generator, various computer systems etc etc. All of which totalled up to around thirty thousand credits. This was a huge sum of money; and was the equivalent of about nine standard months of hard, very dangerous, work for a second rate courier like Kev.

    He put his chin on his hand and sighed at the thought of all those credits mindlessly thrown away. 'What a drag'. The second hand Moray wasn't even kitted out with some basic navigational systems. He'd had to fly the blasted thing back to Irkutsk on manual ie without an autopilot. A task that required the pilot to be awake almost constantly, so he could make minor alterations to the trajectory and velocity of the ship. The only saving grace was that Alioth's deep space was totally pirate free. And this was thanks to the effective Alliance police and military.
     'Five days and nights with barely no sleep. Or should that be 'barely any sleep'? Grammar was never my strong point. Or is syntax? Oh I don't know. My brain's gone to mush. Man, I need to get some sleep, badly.'
     He took another sip of the potent liquor, and pulled a face at the strong aftertaste. "Good grief this is strong stuff!" he croaked to himself in a hoarse voice.
     "It's distilled from Mares milk lad. Put hairs on yur chest that will." said the thick-mustached barman as he passed buy on his way to serve another customer.
     'Mares milk! What a ridiculous thing to say!' Kevin thought, 'How on Titan can you milk nightmares? I know dream-reader contraptions can do a lot these days, but that's taking the biscuit! What are you supposed to do exactly? Capture them, ferment them, and then distill them! What a barmy notion. Mind you, it would explain the aftertaste.' He took another sip of it to reassure himself of how bad it tasted. Ick. He shuddered at the taste. 'Anything to take my mind off that darned colour.' He shook his head just visualizing it. 'Of all the possible colours in the universe, and it just happens to be purple'. So he took another sip of the 'Super Strength Kumiss'.
     Just then the front entrance to the bar opened. A few footsteps were heard, and the noise from background conversations fell to near silence. Kev didn't take much notice, he was too engrossed in his drink and bemoaning buying a poorly kitted out purple Moray: 'The only Moray I stumble across, in all of the known galaxy, and it has to be in the technophobic Ioveso system of all places. Marvellous. Just marvellous.'
     Then, a gruff voice sounded from near the entrance to the bar: "So then, which one of you is the mincer with the purple.."
     That caught Kevin's attention. His gaze lifted up from the tumbler in front of him to the drinks cabinet behind the bar. 'Oh dear'.
     "..Moray starboat. With the registration number.."
     'Please let there be another purple Moray starboat here in one of the other five docks.  Please.'
     "..AY-474.."
     He dropped his head in his hands in despair. 'Ah nuts'
     "..parked in docking bay three. I don't much appreciate nancy boys round on our turf now do I boys?"
     'Great, a macho bully boy who's probably touchy about his own sexuality. Just what I need.'
     Kev slowly brought his feet from under the bar, and placed them flat on the floor, before standing upright. This caused his heavy stool to noisily scrape across the floor, immediately, and intentionally, drawing attention to himself. The rest of the customers in the bar remained quiet.
     Kevin picked up his tumbler of Kumiss and turned around to face the man who wanted to meet him. Wrong. Three men. Not exactly small either. Squinting slightly as he surveyed the burly man and his two sidekicks, Kev replied: "That would be me then." He took four steady paces toward the man, just out of arms reach. Kevin was desperately trying to think on his feet, wondering how he could come out of this encounter with at least two ribs still intact.
     Kev put on his best Aristocratic English accent and said with a raised eyebrow: "I'll have you know, my good man, it's not purple actually. It's a very delicate shade of Imperial lilac, with specks of autumnal lavender."
    Kevin tried to make the colours seem as effeminate as he could. His instincts seemed to tell him that he should rile these men up, try to make them blind with rage. Then at least their anger would impede their ability to think clearly. That way Kev could make a move or two without the risk of them blocking him. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be having the desired effect on his opponents, who stood in front of him with pseudo 'hard men' looks on their faces. So he continued,
     "And, as a matter of fact, it is for my good friend Julian Cecil Smythe. With whom I am on the most intimate terms." Still no response from them. So Kevin added one final push: "You should come and meet him my dear fellow, he likes rough miner types, and you'd certainly like him. He has the softest smoothest skin you could possibly imagine."
     That had the desired effect. The fat man in the centres face nearly blew up with fury. Kev decided to make his move: He threw the contents of his tumbler in the face of the central man to blind him temporarily. The dark skinned guy on the left saw this and began to draw his fist back, ready to strike Kevin. Kev countered quickly: he thrust the tumbler hard into the face of the dark man practically blinding him. Then, seeing his opportunity, with a swift blow with his right elbow, Kevin knocked the central man in the throat, catching his adams apple before he could wipe the Kumiss out of his eyes. The burly man crashed to the floor. The last man, shocked, but not scared by the events lunged at Kev. But Kevin was ready for him, and thrust a right handed punch deep into the guys solar plexus, winding him and sending him to the floor.
     He stood amidst the three incapacitated bodies and exhaled deeply.
     Kevin looked over the three men on the floor to be certain they were out of the fight. Gaining awareness of his situation, he surveyed the eyes of the customers in the bar to see their reactions. Were there any more fights coming his way? Any hostile eyes staring daggers at him? No, niet, nada, not a thing. He took one last glance down at the men on the floor before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a coin, a pieza del octa - common currenc - and flicked it onto the counter.
     "That should pay for the drink." he said matter of factly to the barman.
     Turning around to face the entrance to the bar, Kev decided he should make a rapid exit, before his three new chums regained consciousness. Walking out of the doorway, Kevin heard a voice from a darkened corner of the bar speak out to him in a thick Mexican accent: "Hey gringo! You pretty tough for a nancy boy no!? Did you get those pusillanimous powers when you bought your purple ship? Maybe I should get my ship painted purple too, then I could kick some sorry puta's ass!"
     A few men chuckled at the absurd suggestion. Kev turned his head and looked at the man and said in his fake aristocratic-English accent:
     "It's not purple my good man. It's a delicate shade of Imperial Lilac, with specks of autumnal lavender."
     That joke went down like a plutonium balloon on a high-G planet. There was no laughter from the crowd this time. No noise. Not so much as a snigger. Just the 'zap' sound as a stray fly got vaporized by a UV lamp fly-trap. All Kevin saw looking back at him was a bunch of grizzly faces, blazing eyes, nervous ticks and yellowed teeth, which indicated that the scene could quickly turn nasty. He thought better than to correct the man by telling him that he wasn't actually a nancy boy. 'No point in pouring deuterium into the reactor' he thought. So Kev swiftly vacated the bar and headed off toward the space stations dock, hoping he could avoid any more encounters with the locals, or the police for that matter, on the way.

* * * * *

     As he walked up to the front desk of the space-station dockyard, he saw a number of monitors behind the front desk which displayed live footage of all the docking bays; including his Moray. After speaking to the receptionist, Kevin stepped into an elevator that would take him to dockyard number three, and his ship; muttering as he did so: 'Why oh why did I buy a purple Moray Starboat.'


[End.]

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Men of Yore: Robert Hooke

This is another in a series of posts about men from history who have either achieved great things in one form or another by pushing boundaries: either in themselves or in society or science or exploration of some form. Boundary pushing and growth is what men do, it's their nature: to grow and push outwards. We, as men, are the frontiers men, the first to discover/uncover new territory, in a metaphysical sense (i.e. including both material and the immaterial) that is later colonised and 'civilised' by the rest of humanity.



An artists impression of Robert Hooke.  (There is no known image of him.)


The British natural philosopher, architect and polymath, Robert Hooke is perhaps the most neglected natural philosophers of all time despite the significant role he played in the scientific revolution. His prominent contributions include: the iris diaphragm in cameras, the universal joint used in motor vehicles, the balance wheel in a watch, the origination of the word ‘cell’ in biology, he was Surveyor of the City of London after the Great Fire of 1666, architect, experimenter, worked in astronomy – yet is acknowledged mostly for Hooke’s Law.

His name is somewhat obscure today, due in part to the hostility of his well-known and dominant colleague, Sir Isaac Newton.


Early Life:
Robert was born on the 18th of July 1635 at Freshwater, in the Isle of Wight, England. He was the last of the four children of John Hooke and Mirena Blazer. His father was the minister of the Church of England. Most of his early life, Robert had a poor health due to which he received most of his early education at home from his father, who was also in charge of a local school. As a youth, Robert had a natural curiosity in his surroundings and interest in mechanical works and drawing that he pursued in various ways all through his life.

At the age of thirteen young Hooke was able to enter Westminster School, and from there went to Oxford, where some of the finest scientists in England were working at the time. There he built a good impression with his skills at designing experiments and building equipment. He was appointed as a chemical assistant to Dr Thomas Willis and later met the natural philosopher Robert Boyle, and gained a position as his assistant from about 1655 to 1662.


Contributions and Achievements:
During November 1661 he was appointed curator of experiments to the Royal Society after a proposition made by Sir Robert Murray. In 1664 Sir John Cutler settled an annual gratuity of fifty pounds on the Society for mechanical lectureship and in the following year Robert was nominated professor of geometry in Gresham College, where he later resided. After the Great Fire of 1666 he constructed a model for the rebuilding of the city, which was highly approved, although the design of Sir Christopher Wren was preferred.

Hooke’s contribution to biology is mainly his book Micrographia which was published in 1665. He developed the compound microscope and illumination system (one of the best such microscopes of his time) and used it in his demonstrations at the Royal Society’s meetings. Using it he also observed organisms as varied as insects, sponges, bryozoans, foraminifera, and bird feathers. This was a best-seller during his time.

His other contributions include: the law of elasticity, attracting principle of gravity, he resolved the problem of the measurement of the distance to a star, it was him who actually created the air pump on which Boyle’s experiments could be conducted, etc.


Death:
This inspirational founder of modern science passed away on March 3, 1703 in London, England.

Source: http://www.famousscientists.org/robert-hooke/

An example of a polymath, whose interests ranged from urban planning (re-designing a whole capital city no less!), to astronomy, to micro-biology.  Some mens lives tend towards focussing on one particular field while other men (like Robert Hooke) take interest in many fields.  No one particular path is the 'right way' and is thus superior to the other.  Both paths are equally valid and should be equally valued.  Which means that the men who choose one path instead of the other should also be valued: the high-IQ, high-earning polymath working in the university who studies many things is equally as valuable as the moderate-IQ, moderate-earning paper-make who repetitively performs the same task over and over again (and supplies the scientist with the paper he needs to do his will).  Both perform a taks that is beneficial to themselves and to the other man.


[End.]

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

The Raleigh Twenty

I present you with a small collection of photos of a fairly well-known (in the UK at least) commuter bicycle from the 1960's-1980's, the Raleigh Twenty, both modified and un-modified.  It has a dedicated following/fanbase who have taken the basic principle and frame of the bike and built upon it, modifying it to suit their own diverse needs.

Why the ubiqiuitous mountain bike (the run-of-the-mill 26 inch wheel one) has become so common over the smaller bike is a puzzle to me.  The 20" bike obviously has many advantages over the 26" mountain bike, below are some advantages that immediately spring to mind:
  • Lighter (because there is less tubular steel).
  • The folding bikes are smaller thus easier to store (which is a boon if you're living in a small house, flat, or bed-sit where space is a premium).
  • The hub-gears are encased rather than exposed to the elements (rain, water, mud, dirt, dust) thus are less likely to malfunction, and rarely need cleaning.
  • It can be used by people of all heights and ages: the short and tall, the young and old.
  • The bike is shorter which means a more upright and ergo comfortable seating position (which is a bonus to those who suffer from back problems but still want to be able to ride a bike).
  • It can be very easily dis-assembled and transported.  (THIS photo shows a folding-Twenty that has been packed into a suitcase so it can be taken over-seas.)
  • Smaller tyres are cheaper to produce and are less wasteful when the worn-out tyres are thrown away.

Some Un-Modified Raleigh Twenty's:
For those unfamiliar with the Raleigh Twenty, here are a few photos of the bikes in their original condition, with a variety of different components on them (rack, basket, lights etc).

A purple Twenty with mudguards/fenders only.  (Mud-guards and chain-guards were standard fittings on the Twenty).
(Source: http://raleightwenty.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=195409145)


A red Twenty with a rear rack.
(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raleigh_Twenty)


A green Twenty with a rear-rack and a dynamo lighting system.
(Source: http://dekter.net/bikes/r20.html)


A Twenty with a front-basket, and rear-rack.
(Source: http://raleightwenty.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=191274727)


One with a front rack and basket, rear rack and bag, and a dynamo lighting system.
(Source: http://www.bicycles.net.au/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=7120&sid=e4942936351e119d514c1cf2d641ffe4)


A price list of six commuter bicycles fom 1970.
(Source: http://hadland.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/raleigh-twenty-r20/)

£30 might not sound like much in 2014, but back in 1970 it was a fair amount of money.  The average salary was £2,000 per annum, or £38 per week.  So a top-of-the-range commuter bicycle was roughly one weeks wages.  If we compare this to figures from 2014 when the average salary is £27,000 per annum, or £519 per week, then we can see that many commuter bicycles are roughly the same cost in 2014 as they were in 1970.

(As an aside, HERE is a link to an inflation calculator that shows what money from 1970 is worth in 2014, or any other year that you decide to choose.)


Some Modified Raleigh Twenty's:
Handlebars, mudguards, chainsets, saddles, paint-jobs, and tyres are just some of the aspects of the Twenty that have been modified in these examples.

A stripped down version with drop-down handlebars, and front-derailleur and rear-derailleurs.
(Source: http://www.bicycles.net.au/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=7120&start=50)


(Source: http://www.retrobike.co.uk/forum/files/img_3500_296.jpg)


(Source: http://www.retrobike.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=254076)


Very distinctive wheels.
(Source: http://softyonabike.wordpress.com/category/the-fleet/raleigh-twenty/)


(Source: http://hadland.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/raleigh-twenty-r20/)


Amongst many modifications this particular Twenty has new front-forks for a more comfortable riding experience.
(Source: http://www.sheldonbrown.com/raleigh-twenty.html)


This Twenty had a new coat of paint, marine paint to be precise, which improved the lifespan of the steel frame as it travelled along salted Winter roads.
(Source: http://www.bikexprt.com/bicycle/mytwenty.htm)


(Source: http://drumbent.com/folders.html)


A photo of a Twenty with all the mods very helpfully identified.
(Source: http://home.comcast.net/~cheg01/r20.html)


(Source: http://john-s-allen.com/galleries/raleigh_twenty/slides/IMG_4249.JPG)


A heavy-duty cargo conversion.
(Source: http://www.bicycles.net.au/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=7120&start=75)


A long-distance touring bike kitted out with camping gear and high-visibility pannier bags.  There is a rear-rack somewhere under all of that gear!
(Source: http://dekter.net/bikes/r20.html)


Another Twenty laden with camping equipment.
(Source: http://www.pistescyclables.ca/velos_pliants/VP1_Supercycle_Twenty/pages/Raleigh%20Twenty%20Folding%20Bike%20(20).htm)


(Source: http://www.bikeforums.net/classic-vintage/623699-love-english-3-speeds-2.html)


With an electric motor.
(Source: http://raleightwenty.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=61004854)


Raleigh Twenty's Being Ridden:
A few photos of Twenty's being ridden, for when photos of stationary bikes just don't hit the spot.
(Source: http://www.bikexprt.com/bicycle/mytwenty.htm)

(Source: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/d9/ee/fbd9eeca27c95d12cec996016fc3fda6.jpg)


(Source: http://hadland.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/raleigh-twenty-r20)


(Source: http://forum.ctc.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=3832&start=735)


(Source: http://raleightwenty.webs.com/apps/photos/photo?photoid=177556221)

(Source: http://lovelybike.blogspot.co.uk/2010/01/little-green-bike-trying-raleigh-twenty.html)


(Source: https://tuckamoredew.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/musical-r20-ride/)


(Source: http://www.darkerside.org/the-bikes/)


There are numerous websites dedicated to the Twenty all over the internet, below are a few of them:

Closing Thoughts:
It seems odd that someone hasn't gotten around to converting (large sized) BMX bikes into adult commuter bikes.  After all a large BMX has roughly the same frame size as a Raleigh Twenty ( 20" top tube), it also has a similar wheel size (a 406mm rim) which means that replacement wheels and tyres are easily available, and it would only require a mere handful of changes including some or more of the following:
  • A longer seat post for a comfortable riding position.
  • A longer stem for the handlebars.
  • A 3-speed, 5-speed, or more, Hub gearing system, to make travelling long distances and undulating terrain easier.
  • Lights.  Perhaps dynamo lights, or a dyno-hub, or friction-free dynamo lights, could be used in addition to common-place battery-powered LED lights.  The LEDs would provide low-power lights whilst the bike is stationary (e.g. at traffic lights) so that the bike could be seen by other road users, and then the dynamo lights would provide the high-power lights to see the road with.
  • Front and/or a rear rack and/or basket, for shoppers to put shopping in, and for commuters to put pannier backpacks on.  The basket and pannier bags could be of a standardised size to accomodate the average shopping bag full of goods (milk, bread, jam etc).
  • Mudguards/fenders to keep the rain at bay, and keep your clothes relatively mud-free.
  • Chain-guard, to stop the riders trouser leg getting caught in the chain and torn to shreds.
  • Slick or semi-slick tyres for use on paved road surfaces.  Most of us use bikes to commute from A to B which usually involves riding along tarmac or concrete roads, not mud or loose gravel, so the knobbly tyres which are standard-fitting on many bikes are really un-necessary.
It sounds easy enough to manufacture as there are plenty of BMX bikes and components floating around, and would provide a low-cost alternative to the run-of-the-mill 26" moutain bike that anyone of any height or age could ride.


[End.]

Saturday, 20 September 2014

Men of Yore: Jean Piaget

This is another in a series of posts about men from history who have either achieved great things in one form or another by pushing boundaries: either in themselves or in society or science or exploration of some form. Boundary pushing and growth is what men do, it's their nature: to grow and push outwards. We, as men, are the frontiers men, the first to discover/uncover new territory, in a metaphysical sense (i.e. including both material and the immaterial) that is later colonised and 'civilised' by the rest of humanity.

Jean Piaget


Jean Piaget was born on August 9, 1896, in Neuchâtel, Switzerland. Over the course of his career in child psychology, he identified four stages of mental development, called “schema.” He also developed new fields of scientific study, including cognitive theory and developmental psychology. Piaget received the Erasmus Prize in 1972 and the Balzan Prize in 1978. He died on September 16, 1980, in Geneva, Switzerland.  

Early Life
Biologist and psychologist Jean Piaget was born on August 9, 1896, in Neuchâtel, Switzerland. He was his parents’ first child. Piaget’s mother, Rebecca Jackson, attributed his intense early interest in the sciences to his own neurotic tendencies. Yet Piaget’s father, a medieval literature professor named Arthur, modeled a passionate dedication to his studies—a trait that Jean Piaget began to emulate from an early age. At just 10 years old, Piaget’s fascination with mollusks drew him to the local museum of natural history, where he stared at specimens for hours on end. When he was 11 and attending Neuchâtel Latin High School, Piaget wrote a short scientific paper on the albino sparrow. By the time he was a teen, his papers on mollusks were being widely published. Piaget’s readers were unaware of his age and considered him an expert on the topic.

After high school, Piaget went on to study zoology at the University of Neuchâtel, receiving his Ph.D. in the natural sciences in 1918. In 1918, Piaget spent a semester studying psychology under Carl Jung and Paul Eugen Bleuler at the University of Zürich, where Piaget developed a deeper interest in psychoanalysis. Over the course of the next year, he studied abnormal psychology at the Sorbonne in Paris.
 
Psychological Studies
In 1920, working in collaboration with Théodore Simon at the Alfred Binet Laboratory in Paris, Piaget evaluated the results of standardized reasoning tests that Simon had designed. The tests were meant to measure child intelligence and draw connections between a child’s age and the nature of his errors. For Piaget it raised new questions about the way that children learn. Piaget ultimately decided that the test was too rigid. In a revised version, he allowed children to explain the logic of their "incorrect" answers. In reading the children’s explanations, he realized that children’s power of reasoning was not flawed after all. In areas where children lacked life experience as a point of reference, they logically used their imagination to compensate. He additionally concluded that factual knowledge should not be equated with intelligence or understanding.

Over the course of his six-decade career in child psychology, Piaget also identified four stages of mental development, called Schema. The first is the "sensorimotor stage," which involves learning through motor actions, and takes place when children are 0–2 years old. During the "preoperation stage," children aged 3–7 develop intelligence by using their natural intuition. During the "concrete operational stage," children 8–11 develop cognitively through the use of logic that is based on concrete evidence. "Formal operations," the fourth and final stage, involves 12-to-15-year-olds forming the ability to think abstractly. Piaget called his collective theories on child development "Piaget’s Genetic Epistemology."
 
Death and Legacy
Jean Piaget died of unknown causes on September 16, 1980, in Geneva, Switzerland. He was 84 years old. His body rests at the Cimetière des Plainpalais.

Piaget is responsible for developing entirely new fields of scientific study, including cognitive theory and developmental psychology. The recipient of the prestigious Erasmus (1972) and Balzan (1978) prizes, he summed up his passion for the ongoing pursuit of scientific knowledge with these words: "The current state of knowledge is a moment in history, changing just as rapidly as the state of knowledge in the past has ever changed and, in many instances, more rapidly."

Source: http://www.biography.com/#!/people/jean-piaget-9439915#synopsis

Empathising with children is something that I think we can all agree is, on the whole, a good thing as it allows us to make there lives on planet Earth more pleasant than they otherwise might be.  If we didn't empathise with them and see the world from their perspective then we would see them as more like other material possessions.  Material possessions which could either be good, like economic resources (e.g. child labour) or pets (e.g. child-pageants), or material possessions which could be bad inconvenient (e.g. abortions) or an annoyance (e.g. corporal punishment).  None of these perspectives are human/humane ones.

Thankfully though we see, or are beginning to see, children as more than material possessions and as (relatively) autonomous human beings who have thoughts and feelings of their own.  Jean Piaget was one of the men who was responsible for this change in perspective, to viewing children in a more positive light and treating them as human beings rather than possessions who can be filled with data, or dressed up and put on a stage, or whatever.


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Monday, 15 September 2014

Alternative Lyrics to Well Known Songs 30 - Bream

(Based on the song 'Dream' by the Everly Brothers)

As promised last week, here's a light-hearted post for you.  It's an alternative lyrics post based on a sedate hobby which is popular among many men: fishing.


Play the music video above and sing along with the alternative lyrics provided below.


# Bream # 
Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
bream, bream, bream how I want you
in my pond's where I want you
on my hook and fishing net too
All I want to catch is brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Bream, bream, bream's what I need to
to bite my fly, I really want to
to feel the bite and reel you right in.
All I want to catch is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.

I want you on my line
Biting on my fly.
Sunday,
afternoon.
All this means is,
oh yes,
I'm fishin' my Sunday's away.

I need you so
no fish compares to you oh no.
And that is why
Whenever I want fish, all I strive to catch
is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam

I want you on my line
Biting on my fly.
Sunday,
afternoon.
All this means is,
oh yes,
I'm fishin' my Sunday's away.

I need you so
no fish compares to you oh no.
And that is why
Whenever I want fish, all I strive to catch
is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
[Fade out.]


[End of Lyrics.]

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Alternative Lyrics to Well Known Songs 29 - There are People in Ukraine

(based on the song 'Hanging on a Rope' by Rocket from the Crypt)
(Foreword: I'm not totally happy with the lyrics in this one, they're a tad rough 'n' ready, and are lacking in something, but I can't quite pin it down.  I'll post them anyway and update them if some inspiration comes to me at a later date.)

As I'm sure you're all aware by now media outlets are mouthpieces of the Empires they are employed by.  In the case of the West we have media outlets which are employed by an Empire which is misandric, anti-Russian, anti-white, pro-Israel, pro-multiculturalism and so on.  What this means, amongst other things, is that people (human beings like thee and me) presented in news programmes are treated as little more than political pawns used to further the Empire's agenda.  Whether it's Cliff Richard being used to portray old White men as paedophiles, or Jessica Ennis being used to portay mixed-race women as super-human, or the murder of Alexander Litvinenko being used to portray Russia as evil, one tactic is always the same: using people as tools to further the Empire's agenda.  In the process the people being used are de-humanized and treated as nothing more than 'things'.  The media doesn't engage with them on a human level, nor does it want you to engage with them on a human level.  This tactic is evident in the Summer of 2014 in the reporting of the Ukrainian Civil War, which is used by Western media as a vehicle to peddle the Wests hatred of Russia and it's particular hatred of Putin.  The plight of the Ukrainian people is of no consequence to the media in the West.  The Ukrainian people are used like children in a custody battle between two bitter divorcees who are merely using the children to get back at their partner for some minor offence.  It's disgusting, really disgusting.

A corrupt media de-humanizing people and using them to further their own Imperialistic, anti-human agenda, that about sums it up.  It's pretty depressing really.  Sorry there's no positive vibe to end on.  I'll make sure to have a lighter post next week.

Play the song in the video above and sing along with the alternative lyrics given below.


# There are People in Ukraine # You switch on the TV and you watch the news and you hear what they do say:
The presenter speaks about Ukraine and how it's the fault of Vlad Putin.

(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)

It's the same old story that the mainstream media tries to peddle to you again:
About the 'Evil Putin' is about to enlargen the scarey 'Russian Empire'.
The mainstream media totally forgets about the people of the Ukraine.
About the bombs, and the shells and the razed tower blocks of people like you and me.

(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)

Here me now as I say,
the media is not interested in people.
All it's interested in,
is spewing it's filthy propaganda.

No!
No!
No!
Please No!

(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
Ukraine.
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)
(in Ukraine, in Ukraine, there are people in Ukraine.)

[End of lyrics.]

Friday, 5 September 2014

Men of Yore: John Fitch

This is another in a series of posts about men from history who have either achieved great things in one form or another by pushing boundaries: either in themselves or in society or science or exploration of some form. Boundary pushing and growth is what men do, it's their nature: to grow and push outwards. We, as men, are the frontiers men, the first to discover/uncover new territory, in a metaphysical sense (i.e. including both material and the immaterial) that is later colonised and 'civilised' by the rest of humanity.

John Fitch
 

John Fitch; (1743-1798), American inventor, who designed and built the first operable steamboat. He was born in East Windsor, Conn., on Jan. 21, 1743, the younger son of a farmer. Fitch left school at the age of eight, proved to be physically unfit for farm work, and after unsatisfactory apprenticeships to two clockmakers, set up a brass shop. He failed in this business, and after serving in the Revolutionary War (during which he had charge of a gun factory), he invested his money with little success in the Northwest Territory. 
In 1785, Fitch turned his attention to a steamcoach project and later in the same year tried vainly to get congressional support for operating steamboats on the Mississippi River. During 1786 and 1787 he secured 14-year steamboat monopolies, first in New Jersey and then in Delaware, New York, Pennsylvania, and Virginia. Helped by Henry Voight, a clockmaker, he built a boat with rows of side paddles that were powered by a steam engine, and demonstrated it at Philadelphia before members of the Constitutional Convention in 1787. It moved at a speed of about 4 miles (6.4 km) per hour. 
In 1790, Fitch built a larger boat with a more powerful steam engine and a stern paddle wheel. This steamboat traveled at a speed of 6 miles (9.6 km) per hour in regular service on the Delaware River. Fitch obtained a patent for the steamboat in 1791, but the passenger and freight business was insufficient for commercial success. 
In 1793, Fitch went to France, and although he had a French patent, he was unable to secure backing for his ideas. After his return to the United States he exhibited a small steamboat with a screw propeller, for which he failed to get backing. Lacking the ability to make his inventions pay, he died disappointed and destitute in Bardstown, Ky., on July 2, 1798. 
Source: http://www.rugusavay.com/john-fitch-biography-and-inventions 
 
Steam Locomotive
While living in Kentucky, Fitch continued to work on steam engine ideas. He built two models, one of which was lost in a fire in Bardstown. The other was found in the attic of his daughter's house in Ohio in 1849. The model still exists at the Ohio Historical Society Museum in Columbus.[7] In the 1950s, experts from the Smithsonian Museum examined it and concluded that it was "the prototype of a practical land-operating steam engine," meant to operate on tracks – in other words, a steam locomotive.[8]
In 1802, the Englishman Richard Trevithick invented a full-size steam locomotive that, in 1804, hauled the world's first locomotive-hauled railway train, and within a short time the British invention led to the development of actual railways. Americans began importing English locomotives and copying them.[9] 
Legacy
His legal dispute over state monopoly rights with fellow steamboat inventor James Rumsey and others helped bring about the enactment of the first Patent Act of 1790. He is mentioned in the personal letters of several historical figures including George Washington,[10] Benjamin Franklin,[11] Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison.[12] 
 
 
John Fitch, proving that well known old saying: 'If first you don't succeed, then try, try, try something else...'.  He was unsuccessful as a farmer, unsuccessful as a clockmaker, unsuccessfully working in a brass shop, and then unsuccessful as an investor.  Eventually, aged 42, he stopped copying/imitating other peoples devices/occupations and tried inventing and making his own contraptions, and became successful at it.  Some people (innovators, inventors and that kind of ilk) are better suited to making what they want to make rather than making what other people want.  In the case of John Fitch he excerised his creative spark, his Will, in the form of steam engine powered vehicles: the steam-powered boat and the steam-powered locomotive/railway engine.
 
 
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Monday, 1 September 2014

Russia Today, refreshes the parts that other media outlets cannot...

Well here's a programme that you wouldn't expect to see on the BBC or any other fair & balanced (hah!) Western media organisations, it's a programme about the madness of feminism in Sweden.  There's nothing much new in it, unless you're a neophyte to feminism and need to learn more about its craziness!

“Gender roles limit a person to stereotypes.” “Equality gives children a fantastic opportunity to be whoever they want to be.” These principles are the basis of the gender-free pedagogy taught in Sweden that eliminates any reference to gender completely. Gender-free toys, books and even gender-free words. Meet Tanja Bergkvist, a Swedish blogger who sees that this process can reach absurdity when taken to the extreme. A trumpet became the symbol of her protest against “Gender Madness” as she discovered that state-funded Swedish Science Council had granted $80,000 for a research into “the trumpet as a symbol of gender”. 
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAwIYWwoCbs)






P.S. the title is an old Heineken beer slogan from back in the day...


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Friday, 29 August 2014

Men of Yore: Linus Yale Jr

This is another in a series of posts about men from history who have either achieved great things in one form or another by pushing boundaries: either in themselves or in society or science or exploration of some form. Boundary pushing and growth is what men do, it's their nature: to grow and push outwards. We, as men, are the frontiers men, the first to discover/uncover new territory, in a metaphysical sense (i.e. including both material and the immaterial) that is later colonised and 'civilised' by the rest of humanity. 


Linus Yale Jr.
 
Birth: Apr. 4, 1821, Salisbury, Herkimer County, New York, USA
Death: Dec. 25, 1868, New York, New York County (Manhattan), New York, USA


He was born in Salisbury, Herkimer county, N.Y., April 4, 1821. As a boy he showed an aptitude for art. At the age of sixteen he got from a traveling portrait painter a few hints on the use of colors, and this was all the direct instruction he ever received. He soon after became a professional portrait painter, and followed his calling until 1851. He was married in 1844. He never made a disagreeable picture. He had the faculty of choosing the sitter's best moment; his dye was guided by his imagination, and his hand governed by cool discretion. His portraits are like and life-like. He diffused through them his own quality, subtilizing and ennobling. He loved nature, and had a knowledge of rocks and trees beyond science. "Do you know that wood?" he said once, pointing to a picture of his, a blackberry girl leaning against a fence. "No other splits in that way." Such was the delicacy and dexterity of his manipulations that in the opinion of one of the first of American sculptors -- the author of the statue of Washington in Union square, New York -- he might have done even better in sculpture than in painting. With all these gifts a great future seemed to be before Mr Yale, when, in his thirtieth year, he invented a bank lock.

His mind had often been engaged by the subject of locks and safes, owing to the fact that his father was an inventor and manufacturer of locks. He was sure of the value of his invention, and thought by a few years' devotion to the getting it before the public to gain a competence with which afterwards to follow his beloved art for its own sake. But, being vexed by the troubles common to inventors, it was not until shortly before his death that he seemed fully to have succeeded. The patience with which he bore the misrepresentations of rivals was wonderful. Once when asked why he did not prosecute a wealthy firm which was thought to have infringed upon an important patent, he said: "I can do better; I have already made a better invention." In 1855 he picked the celebrated Hobbs's lock, so called. The same year he removed to Philadelphia, and in 1861 to Shelburne Falls. Within the last seventeen years he invented not less than thirty devices in locks alone.

Besides his inventions in locks and safes, and in machinery for their manufacture, he was constantly obtaining patents for other devices which he had not time to use. His portfolios show the activity of his brain. Even his diaries are filled with mechanical drawings, made while travelling; often a face or a charming bit of landscape graces a page. A friend, looking at his drawing of a certain instrument, said: "It is astonishing that a common thing can be so glorified." It was done by such minute and delicate touches as not to show a line.

Among his friends Linus Yale was a constant delight. The letters of condolence with his family written by business men are full of admiration and tenderness, and a great grief seems to have settled down on the workmen in his employ. No man of equal merit was ever less known by the public; none loved in a broader private circle. There was sorrow in a thousand hearts when the New York papers announced his death. Gentle, silent, resolute, cultivate, self-respecting, generous, suave and strong -- a gentleman and a genius -- he cannot be allowed to pass away without some tribute of appreciation.

Source: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=52830523/ (slightly edited)
 

One of the main reasons for the success of the Linus Yale's locks was down to his use of publicity, as is shown in his wikipedia page:
[H]he did live demonstrations to corporate business executives and government officials that showed how he successfully picked the locks that were in operation. Due to these demonstrations and the sheer quality of Yale’s locks, Yale Lock Manufacturing quickly gained business ground. The company’s name was later changed to The Yale and Towne Manufacturing Company, which eventually became part of NACCO Industries.

Cracking the Hobbs Lock
The prominent bank locks of Yale’s day were the Hobbs or Newell locks. In an effort to present his locks over the continued usage of the Hobbs Locks, Yale contacted notable bankers and set up a live demonstration in which he successfully picked a Hobbs Lock. As described by Samuel Hammond, one of the bankers present at Yale’s demonstration, "[he] proved that the Hobbs lock is able to be picked and demonstrated it using a fake wooden key that he made". [1]

Challenge to the World
As part of Yale’s business plan and effort to promote his Bank Locks, Yale presented a challenge to anyone who dared to pick his bank locks. He offered a $3000 (a hefty sum) reward to potential challengers, in the event that his locks were successfully picked.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linus_Yale_Jr
Linus Yale was much like Samuel Colt (the fire-arms manufacturer) in that he was not coy when it came to promoting his own inventions.  Samuel Colt made public demonstrations of his products as did Linus Yale.  Without this element of self-promotion it's unlikely that his products would have become as popular as they did.  While self-promotion might seem like an un-manly activity to engage in, because it tends towards vanity and narccissism, it's important to note that every good idea or invention needs to made known to the public somehow or else it won't be used; ergo some self-promotion/publicity/marketing is an essential at the end of the day.


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Wednesday, 27 August 2014

How to get ahead in life: Be a sociopath!

I'm joking people!  I don't really mean that you should become a sociopath if you want to do well in this life.  I'm simply highlighting that sociopathy and what is often deemed as 'a successful life' are positively correlated.  They are positively correlated in two ways: 1) by social prestige; 2) by monetary income.  It's these two standards that you will do well in if you are a sociopath.  "Where is the evidence for these claims?" I hear you cry, well that's coming right up.


Sociopathy is Correlated with Social Prestige:
The prevalence of psychopaths in the general public is around 1 percent, making it unlikely that you are working with one or a group of psychopaths.

But certain professions are more likely to attract psychopaths than others because of the nature and skills required to do the job successfully, according to an AOL story.

Psychologist Kevin Dutton wrote in his book The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success about certain job fields that attract psychopaths.
The following jobs have the highest rate of psychopaths, according to Dutton’s research:
1. Chief Executive Officer
2. Lawyer
3. Media (Television/Radio)
4. Salesperson
5. Surgeon
6. Journalist
7. Police officer
8. Clergy person
9. Chef
10. Civil servant

(Source: http://www.jammiewf.com/2013/jobs-with-highest-rate-of-psychopaths-ceo-lawyer-media/)
 
And let's see how that list of 'psychopathic careers' correlates with a list of 'respected careers':

Occupations by prestige (NORC)[edit]

The list of occupations by prestige assembled by the National Opinion Research Center (NORC) is the one most commonly used. The list[9] includes over 800 occupations, but only the top 20 with the highest prestige scores are listed here.
Prestige scores
OccupationPrestige
Physicians86.05
Lawyer74.77
Computer systems analyst or scientist73.70
Teacher73.51
Physicist or astronomer73.48
Chemist (except biochemist)73.33
Chemical engineer73.30
Architects73.15
Biological or life scientist73.14
Physical scientist, not elsewhere classified73.09
Professor71.79
Judge71.49
Engineer (not elsewhere classified)70.69
Chief executive or general administrator, public administration70.45
Geologist or geodesist69.75
Psychologist69.39
Manager, medicine and health69.22
Aerospace engineer69.22
Clergy68.96
Civil engineer68.81

(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occupational_prestige)
 

What do you notice about these two lists?  Some similarity between the them perhaps? It certainly seems that way.  Surgeons, clergy, CEOs, lawyers are all occupations that are both respected by society and positively correlated with psychopathy.

What can we conclude from this observation then? Well it seems simple enough to me: that modern Western society presently values psychopathic mentality.


Sociopathy is Correlated with Monetary Income:
Next we look at a list of the most highly paid careers. Hmm, I wonder what we shall see? Yet more psychopaths in the list perhaps?!  Below are the top 30 highest earning salaries in the USA:

Occupation title (click on the occupation title to view its profile)Annual mean wage
Anesthesiologists $235,070
Surgeons $233,150
Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons $218,960
Obstetricians and Gynecologists $212,570
Orthodontists $196,270
Physicians and Surgeons $191,880
Internists, General $188,440
Physicians and Surgeons, All Other $187,200
Family and General Practitioners $183,940
Psychiatrists $182,660
Chief Executives $178,400
Pediatricians, General $170,530
Dentists, All Other Specialists $170,340
Dentists $168,870
Dentists, General $164,570
Nurse Anesthetists $157,690
Petroleum Engineers $149,180
Architectural and Engineering Managers $136,540
Podiatrists $135,070
Marketing Managers $133,700
Natural Sciences Managers $132,850
Computer and Information Systems Managers $132,570
Lawyers $131,990
Lawyers and Judicial Law Clerks $130,580
Airline Pilots, Copilots, and Flight Engineers $129,600
Prosthodontists $128,310
Lawyers, Judges, and Related Workers $128,070
Financial Managers $126,660
Marketing and Sales Managers $126,640
 
(Source: http://www.bls.gov/oes/current/oes_nat.htm)

So as you can see if you want to get ahead in life in the modern western world, it pays to be a sociopath!

Some of you may protest slightly and think "Well maybe this is just a modern phenomenon, a sign of the decadent times.  It wouldn't have been like this in the good old days, before the [insert your pet-hate group like Cultural Marxists or Feminists] got control over society.  Back then people valued empathy over sociopathy."  While I'd like to agree with that sentiment, it doesn't seem to be the case.  We can find this out by simply looking at the highest earners of the 19th century (before the Marxists, feminists etc came into being) and compare them with the highest earners of the 21st century, and if we see some similarities then we know that what society values, in terms of careers, hasn't changed all that much over two centuries.

If we compare the most high earning careers of 21st century USA with the most high earning careers of 19th century UK, then we will see that lawyers, judges, surgeons etc were the top earners in society who earned substantially more than the working class.  (Though the USA can be accused of many social injustices Economic Inequality is not really one of them, not in comparison to the British Empire anyway.  The list below shows that in Victorian Britain the middle-classes earned around 6-32 times what the working classes did; and the upper-classes earned 400-1200 times what the working classes did):
Aristocrats £30,000
Merchants, bankers £10,000
Middle-class (doctors, lawyers, clerks) £300-800
Lower middle-class (head teachers, journalists, shopkeepers, etc.) £150-300
Skilled workers (carpenters, typesetters,etc.) £75-100
Sailors and domestic staff £40-75
Laborers, soldiers £25
(Source: http://www.english.uwosh.edu/roth/VictorianEngland.htm)
So we can see that Western (Anglo) society rewarded, in monetary terms, the same occupations back in the 1800s as it does in the 2000s.  Which means that in all probability sociopathy has been correlated with social success (in Western culture anyway, it may or may not be the case in other cultures) for a good few hundred years.  Ergo cultural vandals (like feminists) can't solely be to blame for rise of sociopathy. (But that's not to say that they aren't responsible for some rise in the acceptance of sociopathy).

All in all this shows that sociopathy is positively correlated with social prestige and monetary income, and has been for quite some time.  It also shows that if you want to 'get ahead in life', i.e. be successful according to the standards of society then you need to be more sociopathic not less.  Of course just because society proclaims that 'social prestige' and 'monetary income' are good metrics, indicators, of a good human being doesn't mean that they actually are.  They are just metrics by which things are judged.  Use your own ruler, your own judgement, rather than letting someone else measure and determine goodness for you.


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