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But surely thats the point?
If you are inclined to believe in some over-watching intelligence that is creating and playing us as a hobby (and I understand and sympathize with that emotional need so long as you don't start burning unbelievers) then why bother with complicated half-science based justifications?
If there's a big magic man in the sky why not just ignore science completely as those who perpetrated the dark ages did, instead of a neoliberal 95% concession to logic while still retaining the right to believe in magic?
I'm not trying to insult - just interested in how a clearly smart mind squares the circle: either the world is explicable (atomic level up anyway) or its the arbitrary caprice of a being that renders our thoughts redundant .. no?

"Considering how many videos showing clear police assaults on innocent people one can see on any given day on Facebook, one cannot help wondering: how many such assaults occur in the country each day -- a hundred for each one caught on a video, a thousand, ten thousand? I am genuinely puzzled that, at this late date, anyone still fails to see that the principal-agent relationship between the police and the public has been completely reversed. The police now feel free to abuse and assault anyone and everyone at their pleasure and caprice. (Please do not give me any bullshit about bad applies. Such claims no longer have any standing whatever.)" ~Robert Higgs

"The world is infested by armed gangs that call themselves governments. These people presume that they have a right to order us around, to take our money and other property as they please, and to make our lives as miserable as their interest and caprice dictate. Their numerous victims, unfortunately, often accept these preposterous presumptions as natural and proper. The development of this absurd situation goes back for millennia, and along the way many philosophers and others have offered various rationales for what is, on its face, a stupid and destructive arrangement of human affairs. Whatever the proffered explanations and rationales, however, most people accept the situation out of nothing but habit: it existed when they came into the world, and they never stumbled across any pressing reason to question or challenge it. Yet, very little serious thought is required to grasp its many absurdities and to become perplexed that human beings ever allowed themselves to submit so meekly to their own degradation and exploitation by the minority political class that composes the governments, their cronies, and their accomplices."

In the interest of full disclosure is this observation from the Washington Times. Notice the quote from one of the Park Rangers.

The Park Service appears to be closing streets on mere whim and caprice. The rangers even closed the parking lot at Mount Vernon, where the plantation home of George Washington is a favorite tourist destination. That was after they barred the new World War II Memorial on the Mall to veterans of World War II. But the government does not own Mount Vernon; it is privately owned by the Mount Vernon Ladies' Association. The ladies bought it years ago to preserve it as a national memorial. The feds closed access to the parking lots this week, even though the lots are jointly owned with the Mount Vernon ladies. The rangers are from the government, and they’re only here to help.
“It’s a cheap way to deal with the situation,” an angry Park Service ranger in Washington says of the harassment. “We’ve been told to make life as difficult for people as we can. It’s disgusting.”


Yep. Kinder and gentler.

http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2013/oct/3/pruden-the-cheap-tricks-of-the-game/

I would like to take a moment to fight the good fight. Let's get down to brass tacks: Idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Rick Mercer spends his leisure time devising ever more money-grubbing ways to commit senseless acts of violence against anyone daring to challenge his vindictive wheelings and dealings. To use some computer terminology, his gang has an "installed base" of hundreds of disorganized renitent-types. The implication is that Rick thinks it would be a great idea to entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of the ambition, rivalship, interest, humor, or caprice of acrasial, gloomy finaglers. Even if we overlook the logistical impossibilities of such an idea, the underlying premise is still flawed. Although I can no more change the past than see the future, it's safe to say that I have a dream that my children will be able to live in a world filled with open spaces and beautiful wilderness—not in a dark, villainous world run by lecherous, obstreperous dissemblers. It should come as no shock to anyone that if you can make any sense out Rick's lackluster mottos then you must have gotten higher marks in school than I did. I could be wrong about any or all of this, but at the moment, the above fits what I know of history, people, and current conditions. If anyone sees anything wrong or has some new facts or theories on this, I'd love to hear about them

As someone who had his Caprice Classic accelerate out of control (it was famous for the Flying Dutchman Syndrome, and they NEVER did a recall on it), I can tell you it's not (always) driver error that causes these crashes, and that the brakes absolutely DON'T work.

I was on the campus loop at UCSD, at a four way stop, when my car suddenly accelerated out of control. I ran the stop sign, dodged cars and pedestrians and accelerated up to about 60 while I was frantically stomping on the brake pedal (which did nothing, since the accelerator was floored). I thought the gas pedal was stuck and I reached down to pull it out - nothing. So I just turned my car off and stomped on the brakes (with no power assist) until it came to a stop. I was very fortunate nobody was hit.

Is the word "agnostic" that hard to say? "Ang... ang... an andgos... an antoaster... an agnostic!" Go, diploma-boy!

The basis of science is exactly not to be certain that what is true today will stand true tomorrow. Believing that a demonstrated fact (in past and present) is going to continue intact tomorrow is dogmatic and counter-scientific to say the least. In science there's no place for belief. Putting a theory to the test is always about checking if all given factors involved in that theory are at the moment as they were.

In practical terms the fact that the day begun means the sun is pretty much the same, so there isn't even a real concern there. If such elementar characteristics of the World would suddenly change, scientists would've to figure out why and not go "Hey, it's God's caprice..." which is exactly what this little man is implying when assuming nothing of science can be proven without recurring to God.

In fact, this elementar characteristics do change but in a slow rate for the span of a human life-time. And it's the work of scientists always checking if these characteristics are as they were that aknowledge that in fact they aren't. If these scientists believed in the cycle of the sun (to save time for pray perhaps, lazy christians?) this knowledge would never be. Way to go, amateur, relgious-driven science.

And to wrap it up, they ask mean ole not-god-guided creatures to stand before such task of proving religulous-sciencers wrong, with a money reward. Isn't this a suculent prize, MONEY, oh fellow imoral, no-goddy humans?

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
to one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
that you go eat a dick as employment froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe; you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up! Get your work up!

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

What happens when the four terrorists sitting in the beat up Caprice Classic across the street open up with their AK's when they see their friend go down?

I've done all that stuff in my 1986 Chevrolet Caprice Estate station wagon.

From a technical aspect of playing - anyone that can play Paganini cleanly can "shred".
I grew up playing classical guitar,bass,violin and piano. Shred is actually a valid term here.

By far the most difficult "shred" piece by Paganini is his 5th Caprice. While not as beautiful as this one here, it's a 10 on the scale of difficulty... this one rates about a 8 to 9 on difficulty.

This girl plays this piece very beautifully. thanks for the post.