...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors



Go here, and at the end where it says "Comments on this entry are closed." put this:

Just to be clear, the Korean War began when North Korea invaded South Korea
Yeah sure it did. And, just to be even more clear, North Korea and South Korea came into their unique separate geographical existences on the back of a giant red-crowned heron around 17,000 years ago.
Alternatively - the division of Korea, a distinct unified geo-political entity, with a single language and culture, invaded by Japan pre-WW2, then invaded in turn by the victorious insert-epithet-here Allies post WW2, was accomplished entirely from outside Korea, a devastated nation thus easily broken into two tidy controllable pieces, by people who didn't give a damn about Korea or Koreans, but were heavily invested in the poisonous football game that became the Cold War.
It is an egregious bit of prevaricating nonsense to elide how freshly-minted the line between the two "countries" was.
Short, easy, clear, simple version:
North Korea invaded nothing. Korea invaded itself. Because the North/South division was a Western fiction, imposed by victorious thugs who had just defeated, and replaced, the previous (20th c.) invaders of Korea, the Japanese.
The thing is, that that was written while the comments were still open.
They closed out when I went to publish or "submit".
No big deal. Happens.
Sure it does. And back in the previous decade the number of times web sites crashed right after I put up a comment? You have an accurate count on that?
No you do not.
The owners not so concerned with who'd last written something, but just the fact of the crash itself, which on at least two occasions took my comment and everything else right on out. For keeps.
Once the doors of cowardice are opened, the stairs go straight down to the Satanic throne.
And us little pilgrims with our sandals and our cheap road sandwiches, we get to burn up lots of energy trying to figure out if it's pigs, or coincidence, or coincidence plus pigs.

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