Peter Gabriel Neumann died on May 17, 2026, in a hospital in Santa Clara, California. He was ninety-three years old. The people who loved him, and the newspapers, and the Association for Computing Machinery, all said the same thing: complications of a fall. That was the whole report. He had spent forty-one years teaching the…
Month: September 2026
Dario’s Wager
Effective altruism began, as expensive trouble often does, with a lovely idea, but the lovely idea is not where the story starts. The story starts with a man at a table saying there is something like a ten to twenty-five percent chance that the future goes really, really badly, and at one point a nice…
Polycules are Utilitarianism for Uglies
A polycule is a warehouse of people who could not, or would not, do the couple. Not a surplus of desire. A shortage of it, socialized. Mutually undesirable partners pooling what none of them could hold exclusive, then hanging a flag over the pile that says abundance. The sharing is mechanical. The intimacy is the…
9/11 Was a National Tragedy
Now, I don’t want to make light of this. I want to say that up front, because people get the wrong idea. They think because I have a little smile, or because I pause, that I’m about to do a bit. I’m not about to do a bit. I’m going to say something true, and…
Robots Replacing Third World Labor
Suppose you are an alien. You have been asked to audit the American labor-and-virtue machine of the early twenty-first century. You will notice at once that the regime does not import people because it lacks hands. It imports people because it lacks a story. Cheap service labor is only the pretext. The real product is…
Restoring National Wealth
A nation is a lineage. The wealth is the lineage. Roads, courts, factories, and pension ledgers are residue. They last only while the people who built them still occupy the country and still treat it as theirs. The men who rule you treat the nation as a warehouse. They fill it. They call the filling…
Punishing Third World Migrants
The Great Replacement isn’t a crime. That’s the part that keeps people up at night looking for a villain with a cape. There is no cape. It’s a practical joke. A long one. The kind that starts when the room is still laughing and ends when the lights are already out. Western civilization got depressed….