Arrrrrrg!

This be the place of Cthulu, squid-like scourge of the sea.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Explanation of the Barr summary:


It's an "honest" representation if you're a lawyer and expect the wiggling... But to the average lay person, and media, no it's not an honest interpretation at all. The media is especially doing a bad job, because they have lawyers on hand that should be guiding them, but I guess it's too nuanced and complicated to fit into a news cycle explaining it. I suppose they do know, but are focused on squeezing out what they can during this cycle, then once exhausted and congress moves, then they'll pivot over to that drama.
But this report, doesn't exonerate Trump. It only seems that way to a layperson who isn't familiar with legalise. This was a crafted job that a lawyer would do to be technically truthful but clearly misleading. It's a common trick you'll see... For instance, if the person being interviewed says something like, "I think Joe is a decent guy. I personally have no problems with him, but he has been known to cause some relationship friction with others, so I can see why someone would want to hurt him". A lawyer will cut out that quote and ask, "Did did you say on Nov 1, that '[I] can see why someone would want to hurt him?"' Lawyers will use this quote on a first pass to try and paint the picture... Then when challenged, they start battling it out in other ways... But that's besides the point. The point is, that's a common tactic.
For instance, here he partially quoted Mueller. He literally came in half way through the sentence and began the quote. That first half IS absolutely a significant modifier which is why he left it out. If that first half wasn't a significant negative modifier, and just helped Trump, then he would have kept it in. This is a common lawyer practice... Because the snippet is technically true, it's just lost all context.
“[T]he investigation did not establish that members of the Trump Campaign conspired or coordinated with the Russian government in its election interference activities.”

The bracket T represents the first half is cut off. There is a modifier there, and it doesn't look good, which is why it's cut out. If the first half was, "Trump is absolutely a great guy which is why the investigation did not establish...." They absolutely would have included that to build their case... But they didn't. It's more likely to be something like, "While our findings include a lot of highly troubling and suspicious circumstantial evidence pointing towards some degree of coordination, the investigation did not establish...."
Again, Barr is a veteran lawyer... He knows this game, and speaks the language... There are tons of these sort of instances... Here is one last one, and I'll stop because I don't want to keep going on:
The reports second part addresses "a number of actions by the president, MOST of which have been the subject of reporting..."

This is in regards to obstruction. The report includes other issues around obstruction which the public doesn't know about. I paraphrased because I can't remember the quote perfectly, but he used the word "MOST". Meaning, we the public only know MOST of the stuff surrounding it, not ALL of the issues surrounding it. So there are more things there, which he wont tell us. He tries to dismiss discussing them by saying, "Eh, the public already knows most of the stuff anyways.. so why bother with the rest"
But that's not the super important part... The quote goes on to bring up the key sentence to this whole thing... paraphrased:
"Instead, for each of the relevant actions investigated, the report sets out evidence on both sides of the question, and leaves unresolved what the special counsel views as difficult issues of law and fact concerning whether the president's action and intent can be viewed as obstruction.

This means that there is evidence listed, that the president committed multiple crimes. Mueller basically didn't make a judgement as to the guilt of the president... And just presented evidence. Mueller isn't making a determination because of the difficult issues of law and fact (can you indict a president -- but I'll ignore this part because we can get stuck in some serious weeds here). And Barr is subjectively deciding what he thinks of the evidence. This is like Pelosi being asked if she thinks Hillary's email scandal constitutes any crimes... In Pelosi's personal opinion, of course not.
Then finally, he gives his reasoning for this conclusion... But basically he goes onto list THREE different things which constitute obstructive conduct: Again paraphrased:
Constituted obstructive conduct (like asking a witness to lie or destroy documents), had a nexus to a pending or contemplative proceeding, or was done with criminal intent.

He then goes on to conclude that he didn't believe Trump did ALL three of these things at once, beyond a reasonable doubt. This, again, is where we get hung up on lawyer game. He's basically saying, if two of three of these things were met, Trump is still fine because one of the things can't be determined without a reasonable doubt (since Trump doesn't send emails or leave paper trails it's nearly impossible to find a smoking gun on him). So in theory, Trump could have ordered someone to destroy some documents, but since there were no immediate criminal inquiries at the time he made that order to destroy evidence, it can't be obstruction. He's basically bundling three different measures, and saying so long as one is not proveable beyond a reasonable doubt, then the whole thing is thrown out.
It's late, like I said, I can go on forever... But the whole report is littered with things like this.
If Barr actually thought it was nothing, then he would have gladly and happily been very to the point. He would have said things like, "This report shows conclusively by all measures that the president did not engage in collusion or obstruction, beyond a reasonable doubt... But also we are not sure we can even indict a sitting president to begin with blah blah blah blah". The fact that this thing is loaded with legalise and carefully placed trickery... Shows he's deliberately trying to hide things or misrepresent things.
It's going to slowly come out regardless of the media's reporting on this. This is a slow game. The Democrats know this, and Trump knows this. It'll get untangled over the course of 6 months. But politically, what's going on right now, is Trump with the help of Barr, are formatting the initial narrative before it all comes out. It gives them a chance to do their victory laps. To claim that they are exonerated. The feed their base and supporters what they need to hear, while chilling the democratic base... This is strategically a great move. Because now they can claim victory, and pressure the democrats away from themselves. To claim it's resolved and settled, and anything beyond this is just a witch hunt that never ends.
But it's not over... IT's just began. They got the privilege of setting the stage for this upcoming battle, and set the stage heavily in their favor... So even when things start coming out, they'll still have this moment to fall back on.

Friday, October 5, 2018

The Perception of Truth

Below is a post I read and saved from reddit.com the other day that too few people are going to read or investigate, I think. Credit will be given at the end to the author, and I'll source a link to it. Political truth TODAY, is not as true as many people choose to believe it is. Blah

On the Senate floor Wednesday, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell said he had accurately predicted earlier that Democrats would say that the "supplemental background investigation for which my friends had clamored would suddenly become insufficient."
This is such a consistent move by Republicans, and it is so fucking slimey.
The Democrats were fighting so that the FBI could do a proper investigation to uncover some facts surrounding the case. Republicans fought it tooth and nail, until Flake forced their hand.
Now that they're stuck with an FBI investigation they never wanted, the White House and Senate Republicans restrained the investigation. But in order to get ahead of the game, they preemptively discredited the Democrats justifiable concerns by saying "Oh, you Democrats will just say that the investigation is insufficient" while they took actions to ensure the investigation would be insufficient.
They do this shit over, and over, and over again. They do this preemptive partisan bullshit where they poison the political landscape, and attack their political opponents using the very problems they just created.
But when people call them on it, it just ends up looking like petty partisan bickering that is mirrored on both sides. People who don't really pay attention will see both sides as the same, and that always provides cover to the worst actors. When Democrats say that Republicans don't have respect for American servicemembers, it looks like Democrats are just stealing Republican talking points.
Its gross. Republicans always prop themselves up as the Party of Patriotism. Not only does it do harm by being grossly untrue, it poisons the ground for anyone who is actually Patriotic but isn't a raging hypocrite. If someone calls themselves a Patriot on facebook, is it more likely that they have studied and care deeply about the Constitution, or that they have a Confederate flag hanging from the back of their pickup? What reasonable person wants to call themselves a Patriot, when hyper-partisans have effectively created a monopoly on the concept of Patriotism?
I wish progressives would work to take back the concept of Patriotism. They're the ones that are working to make the country they love a better place.

Written courtesy of user (/u/TheDville)

Link to original comment: https://np.reddit.com/r/politics/comments/9l3aue/fbi_lacks_white_house_approval_to_talk_to/e73qhku/

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Motorcycles, riding, and memories


What's so fun about riding a motorcycle? Really driving one? Maybe it's the thousand cubic centimeters of an engine between my legs, or the pride of going out for a midnight stroll and knowing you've put the wrong gloves on before getting all the way down the street. Continuing to ride around the city on now vacant roads late at night with a real opportunity to scream past street signs, meanwhile your hands or feet are getting cold from poor choices. From the excitement to ride, even though you’ve told yourself a thousand times mid ride how dumb you are.

Driving over the rivers and heading up to a bridge, you have to speed. Really racing up that hill, to see what's on the other side, is such an instinctual part of how I ride a motorcycle.

First gear is no fun, I can shift to second at 10mph. Second is no fun anywhere near 25mph. After that it's almost a blur, all instinct. Third is good cruising in daylight hours. But hell, fourth gear is it's own love affair. What's so fun about it? In fourth you really feel the engine, with the gear ratio you just don't shift past it in five seconds. It's more a ten second love affair, feeling the engine open up to put you where you're aiming to go. It's where you love to be.

From there to sixth is just another two quick twists of the throttle and gear shifts.
This thing redlines at 9500 RPM, and I've never taken it past 6000. Jeez, why do they build these machines that can haul ass if speed limits are so low? Hell, making an effort to not go 20 miles over the speed limit so the police can't haul you to jail, given being pulled over, is an honest concern when you're really booking it.

What's so fun? Regretting the pair of pants you wore that fit perfect when standing but ride a little high straddling the beast, when you never thought of putting the boots on and come home with cold toes because of that. Of riding on the road with the power to pass any wayward vehicle traveling from the right hand lane because they sat for too long in the left lane.

Riding into a patch of dark clouds with a shit eating grin knowing it was your decision to ride out. Pulling over before the weather drops to equip the rain slicks riding in your trunk. In a heavy rain, your boots will catch what gravity pushes south, or not zipping up the jacket enough will lead to a wet shirt, and then the pair of gloves you love to ride with are never water proof.

Ten miles of bad weather is never fun, but coming through it with clear air and a wet ass is exhilarating. To have lived, made it out alive despite the shaky conditions, and riding home almost dry is exhilarating.

Riding a motorcycle makes me feel alive. Exposed to the elements, in full control of this 600 pound machine.

We’ve become so over absorbed in today’s modern culture, it’s not hard to see a driver texting behind their wheel or looking to figure out a map of where they’re heading. Cars have nearly struck me, I was pushed off the road one night and very well could have died, the traffic light changing colors always give you a slow start due to some distracted somebody. All this, and loving to ride makes me a better, more attentive drive.



The motorcycle bug hit me pretty early.
During a yearlong assignment in Korea, we'd heard word that my dad had bought himself a bike. Harley Davidson  883 Sportster , and oh was she gorgeous. 

We were living in New Iberia Louisiana with my granny at the time.

After my father's year long assignment to Korea, he had been stationed to Hickam air force base in Hawaii. Pops left his white, manual transmission, extended cab Silverado way out in Waldo, Kansas at his father's house. And my mother had her slate gray Chevy Astro van; we were bringing the Astro with us to Oahu (military 2 vehicle rule), and dad was bringing his black, 1998 to Hawaii as his daily commuter. When living on the base in paradise, why would you need anything else?

I don't remember if any other families in our culdesac had a two wheeled baby outside their house, but for sure my dad did. He'd leave for work every day at the same time, and that engine warming up outside each week day morning was like an alarm clock of sorts.
Play space and room to rough house was limited in this culdesac, with commuter and family cars parked outside houses to near military perfection. We moved there when I was five years young, and having some extra designated space next to Mom's mountain of a van to play was noted. Playing in the Green space at the center of the sac, in need of a cool drink, we would be line through that open space right up to the watering hose to parch thirsts.

I remember riding on the back of his bike over and down to the movie theater one day, we'd left the base and flew through Honolulu urban expansion across the highways to watch a flick. I can't tell you what movie we saw that day, but what did happen was funnier and has had a lasting impression in my life. Okay, so what do eat at the movies? Popcorn. Some people go with butter, some without. We had gone with that day, and maybe the exuberance of a child caused the attendant to apply said butter flavoring with zealous? Who knows, I don't.

Yeah, so movie seen, popcorn consumed, and then another bat-out-of-hell ride back onto the base on the back of that black 883 Sportster. Whew. Maybe riding on the back of that stirred up my stomach, but after getting home I'd promptly fell asleep for an upset stomach. And after that nap, I puked up popcorn, movie butter, and the resident bile that hangs out in your stomach. It was gross, and can't help but laughing thinking back on that day riding the rails.

Dad's told me stories of having motorcycles in his youth, either back home on Kansas dirt roads or freshly into the service and before having a family came into play. Later on, I think it contributes to why he gave my Honda Spree away.

Rain, sleet, or shine (Hawaii gets no sleet, it's probably 85/15 shine to rain) he'd ride that sleek, smooth motorcycle to perform his job and seeing him careen into our culdesac coming home was always the time to start waving and running home to be a bother.
From Hawaii we'd moved to barksdale air Force Base in North Louisiana. I remember my dad having his truck again when we touched down in New Iberia again. He'd had time to tie up loose ends before his next assignment started I think. I really don't remember his motorcycles for a little while.

However, I do remember a trip up to Kansas. The long drawn out drive in a new van mom had acquired, it might have been the four of us and it might have just been mom, sister, and me? Maybe they were tag teaming driving on our way up in different vehicles, but I do remember the drive down those long, empty, Kansas highway roads toward Waldo.
We had been grilling or something over in Russell at my uncle's house, and both dad and my grandfather had their motorcycles there? Or maybe just grandpa, but I do remember wanting to ride back home to Waldo on the back of a motorcycle with my dad. He might not have had a helmet on, giving it to me...

Screaming down those same long, empty roads on two wheels v. four was an entirely different story. Being exposed to the elements, holding on for dear life trying to wrap your arms around somebody when your arms aren't long enough to reach hand to hand. On that ride, I was secure with my hands on his belt, fidgeting with the belt loops in nervous excitement.


I don't know when my grandfather got the motorcycle bug, but boy did he have it. After he passed away we inherited his two bikes.

I was young when it happened, but there's this memory of riding and flying down those no longer empty barren roads on the back of my dad's bike with my grandpa one day. It was a gorgeous, flat weather but sunny day out on the plains of Kansas. We had driven out to a place the two of them recognized as rattlesnake canyon. I was cautioned to beware of snakes if a rattle was heard, but maybe the time of day had them off aside sleeping amongst the crags and rocks in said canyon.

Walking out to peer into this canyon with these two men, my dad and Papa Tom, was this astound feeling with their steel horses back up on the side of the road. We had ridden out to view, to look, and probably show me this astounding crack in the ground where water or some earthquake eons ago had moved land. I was young then and the memory is a little fuzzy, but on the drive out I'd ridden behind one man and on the drive back I was behind the other. If memory serves, we road back to Waldo Kansas with me behind my grandfather.

Dad didn't keep that 883 Sportster, he didn't need the sleek smooth manuverable motorcycle once coming back stateside. He'd upgraded to something twice as big, a Honda 1800 VTX  and god damn was that a big bike sitting under the car port.

That VTX was probably a bike ridden on the above rattle snake canyon memory.
After my mother passed away and before dad sold the white Chevy he drove, that son of a bitch had gotten me a gift. Something incredible.

Talking about it, on eBay one day he had spied somebody selling a Red Honda Spree  somewhere not too far away. I bet he'd paid for it weeks in advance and then went and picked it up some day he knew my sister would cover me. I was about twelve when it happened. He'd picked up this bright little red motorscooter made by Honda. It had a 50cc engine, and went faster going downhill than up you understand. I'd ride it anywhere within reach, scant of breaking too many laws.

Down and over a street, where I spent an afternoon helping a friend peel wall paper from a bathroom in her mother's house. Mrs Melody now lives in that house, and her excitement of me in the driveway on that scooter brought her back a few years to when she had something similar.

During summer weekends, I'd go down and over a street in the other direction where my friend Ricky lived and there would be a gaggle of us hanging outside late in the night and really living. Maybe it was the night we'd tried wheelchair jousting, but one night a police officer came and visited us kids having too much fun after curfew. A 13 year old riding and unlicensed scooter with an engine smaller than what's in a lawn mower caused him some concern, but I'd left Suzie parked on the sidewalk and had never ridden it on the street was what he was told. We went inside and calmed it down, but riding home that night I remember bumping over the now fixed sidewalk heading home via the quickest route.

I told my dad these stories some time later, and he knew I was out riding it against the law on the open roads of our neighborhood. Gratefully now, I know he sent it up to Kansas to keep me out of trouble on it. I'm tall now, and was too tall to ride it when it went away but damn was I upset for a few days over that.

Papa Tom passed away from cancer in June of 2011, years after that scooter had came to his garage. On one of his better days there at the end we'd gotten him outside on the porch for a haircut. Smiling and happy, he knew I'd been riding that scooter out on back country roads, and asked if I'd wanted to take his Suzuki Burgman (Suzuki Burgman 650) out. He said it with a smile on his face, something I'll remember forever.

His time was drawing near, and I'd taken that little scooter out on excursions down farm gravel roads. Did it at least three times. On the last trip, I'd witnessed a calf outside the fence from the rest of the stock and really thought I could get it back with it's mother. Parking the bike, I'd failed to find an avenue to put it back in and left defeated and angry. Careless about my grandfather sitting in bed dying, 18 years young and a bike that once carried me faster, I'd set toward home recklessly. Coming upon a banking curve too fast, I'd spun it out and laid it over almost into a ditch. A little road rash, and a probably six inch gash on the back of my ankle left me embarrassed and limping. Poor foot protection, huh?!

Picking her up, dusting off the dirt, I'd returned home still limping. Still embarrassed, but too proud to mention the spill

At some point my dad traded in his VTX for this brown gold Honda Goldwing. God was it beautiful, the Cadillac of motorcycles, I think. Before heading out and taking a Motorcycle Safety Foundation riding course a d learning how to ride, he'd given me a run through of the mechanics of shifting on that motorcycle. I took it halfway down the street and back, maybe shifted into second gear which is nothing, but was obsessed. Passionate, excited. I'd ridden then 800 pound bike down the street, and came home! No drops or spills or anything.



This has been a mess to write. Ideas running everywhere, it’s a story from my head to pixels ready for your eyes to gander at. Maybe someday I’ll come back and make it better, but these words have been biting me in the ass for 4 days and it’s best to let them breath.
You really can not quantify the joy of riding a motorcycle. Friends have taken the courses I help teach, they have gained Motorcycle Safety Foundation placards and the endorsements to drive. They’ve got an idea of the bug that eats me up, and it’s beautiful. I’ve made a poor effort here, but let’s talk about it some time?

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Why does it cost $32,093 just to give birth in America?

The following words are in response to this article from The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/jan/16/why-does-it-cost-32093-just-to-give-birth-in-america

Yes. Part of the "propaganda" aspect of this problem is threefold:
1) Everyone thinks they have a medical problem. There is a pill for everything. This is a cultural issue which has been influenced by Pharmaceutical companies pushing misleading advertisements of medications, including advertising and giving benefits to doctors.



2) Medicine is typically focused on treating symptoms, not cures. Many doctors don't receive enough nutrition education, so they end up thinking that a pill is going to "fix" the problem. Sometimes exercise and fixing a nutritional deficiency can help, but these things don't make pharmaceutical companies rich. We need to either teach doctors more about nutrition or provide a system in which doctors and dieticians can collaborate on patients in a better way (or both).
A 1985 landmark report on nutrition in medical schools by the National Academy of Sciences found that on average, future physicians received 21 hours of nutrition instruction over four years. Medical students need at least 25 hours to be adequately prepared to help patients, the report concluded.
Yet more than two decades later, nutrition education in U.S. medical schools remains inadequate, according to a 2010 study led by Adams and her UNC colleagues and published in the journal Academic Medicine.
On average, doctors receive 19 hours of total nutrition education in medical school; in 2004 the average was 22.3 hours, according to the study, conducted as part of the Nutrition in Medicine project at UNC. In 2009, 27 percent of the schools met the minimum standard of nutrition training, compared with 38 percent in 2004.
Years later, as a newly minted doctor on the wards seeing real patients, I found myself in the same position. I was still getting a lot of questions about food and diet. And I was still hesitating when answering. I wasn’t sure I knew that much more after medical school than I did before.
One day I mentioned this uncomfortable situation to another young doctor. “Just consult the dietitians if you have a problem,” she said after listening to my confession. “They’ll take care of it.” She paused for a moment, looked suspiciously around the nursing station, then leaned over and whispered, “I know we’re supposed to know about nutrition and diet, but none of us really does.”
3) Medical science isn't nearly as good as it could be, but these problems aren't highlighted often enough, so you have an entire country that has a misleading perception of medical science.



"I can't tell you exactly what percentage of the trials are flawed, but I think the problem is far bigger than you imagine, and getting worse...it is so easy to manipulate data, conceal it or fabricate it...there is almost a code of silence not to speak about it." -Whistleblower Dr. Peter Wilmshurst

"The neuroscientific community needs to challenge the current scientific model driven by dysfunctional research practices tacitly encouraged by the 'publish or perish' doctrine, which is precisely leading to the low reliability and the high discrepancy of results."



Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Is the military "Worship" of the Spartans justified?!

This isn’t meant to sound like a cop-out, but: it’s complicated. Were the Spartans better at warfare than other Greek city-states? In some ways, yes. Were they better for the reasons that a lot of modern people seem to think? Absolutely not. There’s been some really amazing academic work in recent decades, championed by Stephen Hodkinson at the University of Nottingham, that has completely changed the way we see Classical Sparta. Hodkinson refers to the stereotypical image of Sparta as the ‘theme park version’ and has completely debunked the myth that Sparta was ever really like what old scholarship and pop culture says it was like. To get to a comprehensive answer, I’ll have to go through the topic one step at a time – from the actual history of Spartan military prowess, to the distinctive features of their way of war, and finally to the way this has been (mis)understood in recent times.
Sparta’s military reputation
In the Archaic period (8th-6th century BC), nothing marks out the Spartans as particularly skilled at warfare. Spartan power gradually increased throughout the period, it’s true, but this seems to have been largely because there were just so many Spartans; with about 8,000 adult male citizens around 500 BC, Sparta was one of the largest political communities of the Greek world. Small wonder then that they were able to subject their neighbours until they effectively controlled the entire Peloponnese. But no source from this period says anything about the Spartans being particularly warlike, having unique military institutions or abilities, or being a daunting opponent in war. In fact, there is an ancient story that the people from Aigiai, a very small state that had just won a victory against its neighbours, arrogantly went to ask the Oracle at Delphi who were the best of all the Greeks, expecting to be told that it was them, the Aigians. The Oracle replied that the best of all were ‘a Thessalian horse, a Spartan woman, and men who drink the water of fine Arethoussa [i.e. from Syracuse]; but there are better still than them -- those who dwell between Tiryns and Arcadia rich in flocks: the linen-cuirassed Argives, spurs of war. But you, Aigians, are neither third nor fourth, nor even twelfth.’ (Souda s.v. ‘you, Megarians’). Apart from the sick burn, the message to take from this is that Argos was famous for its warriors, while Sparta produced the best women.
We still get some native Spartan writers in this period, and they confirm the sense that Sparta was not really special. The war songs of Tyrtaios speak of bitter conflict with the neighbouring Messenians, but they don’t mention any of the military institutions (unit and officer names, etc.) known from later times. The drinking songs of Alkman, meanwhile, just go on about pretty girls and flowers and bees.
At the so-called Battle of the Champions, around 550 BC, a picked force of 300 Spartans fought a group of 300 Argives for control over a patch of borderland; the end result, according to Herodotos (1.82), was that 2 of the Argives and only 1 Spartan were left alive. While this may be little more than a legendary tale, it shows that no one assumed the Spartans would be naturally superior in combat.
Then came Thermopylai.
Our main source for the battle of Thermopylai (Herodotos of Halikarnassos) was actually born a few years before the battle, and lived in a time when its story was widely known. This is unfortunate, because that means the legend it spawned already contaminates our earliest source. Herodotos already gushes about how the Spartans are indifferent to death, will never retreat or surrender, and are basically the best warriors in the world. However, he is unable to show in his description of the battle that this was actually the case. Apart from some feigned retreats, the Spartans seem to fight just like everybody else, taking their turns to guard a strong point that countless armies throughout history have successfully defended even when outnumbered. Their advantage was the terrain, and any Greek force could have done just as well as the Spartans in holding the pass. But the Spartan decision to stand their ground, even after the pass had been turned, made them into legends.
We could talk a lot more about Thermopylai and the senseless sacrifice of Leonidas and his men, but the main thing to note is that the Spartans seem to have taken complete control of the way the battle was remembered. Even though Thebans and Thespians also stayed and fought to the last man, the story was always how the Spartans had done so. Even though the Persians triumphed, and the Greek defeat brought untold suffering down on the Phokians, Boiotians and Athenians, the story was always that the Spartans’ defiance made the battle a moral victory. They had sacrificed themselves for Greece. They had lived up to their harsh laws and died where they stood.
At Thermopylai, Sparta made its name as a society of warriors. Afterwards, everyone fears them; we’re frequently told of the shaking knees and chattering teeth of those who know they’re going up against Spartans. However, from the sources of the Classical period, it becomes clear that Sparta is feared and respected in warfare only because of Thermopylai. No one can name any other example of Spartans fighting to the death against insurmountable odds. When the Spartans surrendered at the battle of Sphakteria (425 BC), comparisons were immediately drawn with the men of Leonidas, whose reputation the warriors at Sphakteria had failed to live up to. There was apparently no other go-to example of Spartan prowess.
It seems that at this point the Spartans decided to commit to the name they’d made for themselves. For the entire Classical period, there are no native Spartan writers that we know of; the products of Spartan leisure-class culture dry up. Instead, what we find in other sources, people talking about Sparta, is increasing awe at their well-ordered society, their political stability, and their military skill. This keeps building right the way through the Classical and Hellenistic periods, and the most incredible tales of Spartan ruthlessness and single-minded obsession with warfare were actually written in the days of the Roman Empire – centuries after Sparta was beaten in war by the city-state of Thebes and reduced to the status of second-rate power. It would seem that the Spartans doubled down on their reputation as a specifically military power, and gradually started building up the system of customs and institutions that would convince later observers that they must always have been a force to be reckoned with. This only seems to have happened in response to their reputation – but in hindsight, it must have been hard for Greek and Roman authors to separate cause and effect.
In other words, the Spartan reputation for military skill and their actual military record appear to be largely unrelated. During their rise to prominence, nobody thought they stood out. In the period of their slow but irrevocable decline, admiration for their methods steadily rose to a fever pitch. This is important; apparently the degree of respect they commanded in ancient times seems to have had little to do with the power they actually had. So it goes, too, in modern times.

Were the Spartans actually good at war?
So did the Spartans ever deserve their reputation, or were they just coasting along on the glory of Leonidas and the 300? This is where it gets interesting. As I said, the Spartans indeed seem to have developed some military methods that outstripped those of other city-states – once their reputation had been made at Thermopylai. None of the typical features of Spartan warfare that garnered the admiration of later authors is attested before the time of the Persian Wars. But as time went on, the Spartans began to live up to their name, and made themselves into the kind of military power that amazed and terrified others.
First, a couple of caveats. It’s important to stress here that we should never overestimate the degree to which Sparta was a ‘militaristic’ society. It was not. Their entire social hierarchy and political system was that of a more or less typical Greek oligarchy, designed to keep power in the hands of the leisured elite, who devoted themselves to the defence and administration of the community (besides the running of their estates, of course). All of their institutions – a slave underclass, elite dining groups, state-sanctioned education for citizen boys – are also attested elsewhere. They were not nearly as geared to war as many modern authors would have you believe. If they were, how could Spartiates have time for dancing, singing, seducing boys, hunting hares, hanging around in the marketplace, playing ball games, and raising horses, as the sources said they did?
Many modern accounts and popular media will speak in emphatic terms about how Spartans were raised from age 7 to be the world’s finest soldiers. This is absolutely wrong in every respect. Everyday Spartan training, as far as we can tell from several surviving detailed accounts, amounted to nothing more than athletic exercise under the supervision of older citizens. Boys were underfed and harshly treated, encouraged to sneak and steal, and taught to endure all hardship in strict obedience to their superiors – but they were not, at any point, taught to fight. There is zero evidence for Spartan weapon proficiency training. There is also zero evidence that boys, who were not yet of age to be liable for military service, were taught formation drill. There is evidence that they would be taught to read, write, dance, and recite poetry. Even when they grew up, they would not be soldiers; Sparta had no military, and fighting was a civic duty, not a profession. Spartan citizens were landed gentry, living off the labour of their helot underclass, and living the rich man’s life that all Greeks aspired to.
It follows that the Spartans were not especially strong or skilled fighters. No source ever suggests that they were individually superior to other Greeks. When Thebes was under Spartan occupation, c. 383-378 BC, one of the leaders of the Thebans is said to have encouraged young Theban men to take on the Spartan garrison in the wrestling ring, to gain confidence that Spartans could be beaten in battle. Indeed, we’re told that the Spartans actively banned all kinds of combat sport (and perhaps even weapons training), arguing that battle was about group action and courage much more than about strength or skill. It is absolutely certain that the Spartans were nothing like the gung-ho, USMC boot camp tough guys that you’ll find in the pages of Frank Miller or Steven Pressfield.
Finally, what special skill the Spartans developed was mostly within one branch of the Greek tactical system: the hoplite phalanx. This was rarely sufficient to win battles and successfully complete campaigns. The Spartans never really developed an effective light infantry, and were repeatedly trashed in ambushes and running battles by lightly-armed enemies; meanwhile, Xenophon tells us that for much of the Classical period, Spartan cavalry was worthless (Hellenika 6.4.10-11). Their inability to create a more rounded army was a result of the fact that their military methods grew out of their social organisation, rather than the other way around. In Sparta, all citizens were theoretically equal. Therefore, it was ideologically impossible to make some of them into a mounted elite. The only sufficiently prestigious form of fighting that all citizens could share in was the hoplite phalanx – and this stifled tactical development and made the Spartans dependent on horsey allies to make up the shortfall.
However, there were certainly ways in which the Spartans developed their military methods that other Greeks could only gaze upon with fear and envy. At some point in the half-century after Thermopylai, the Spartans adopted uniform dress for their hoplites (including the famous lambda shields), so that their army would appear on the battlefield as ‘a single mass of bronze and red’ (Xenophon, Agesilaos 2.7). Unlike other Greeks, they had specific officers to take care of supply and the sale of spoils; they detached specialist troops for the task of guarding the camp and scouting ahead of the marching column. The relative fitness of their younger warriors meant that they were the only hoplites in the Greek world who could sometimes catch up with light missile troops in pursuit. The strict obedience of the Spartiates, inculcated by their education, made them more reliable in battle than their untrained enemies, and filled their opponents with a lingering fear that these men, like their ancestors at Thermopylai, would never surrender, and fight on to the bitter end.
By far the most important feature of the Spartan way of war, however, was basic formation drill. It may not seem very noteworthy to us that the Spartans subdivided their armies into platoon-sized units led by their own officers, and that the men were trained to march in step to the sound of flutes; surely this is basic stuff? But none of the other Greeks did it. There is no evidence of any Greek state but Sparta having officers below the level that would command a unit of several hundred men. There is no evidence of any Greek state drilling its troops to march in formation. The Spartans were unique in this; they were unique also in inflicting it on their subject allies, who had to fight with them in the battle line. Even if they only started this kind of training when the army was already on the march (which seems likely, given that it must have involved the non-Spartiates who were part of the Spartan phalanx), it was more than any other Greek army could boast. Their very simple tactical drill – ‘follow the man in front of you’ (Xenophon, Constitution of the Spartans 11.4-6) gave them a greatly superior degree of control over their hoplites on the battlefield, and made their phalanx a doubly dreadful sight for advancing slowly. Other Greeks had neither the training nor the nerve for this; they charged into battle, running and screaming to overcome their fear.
Thanks to their training, only the Spartans mastered basic manoeuvres, like wheeling or countermarching a hoplite formation. Only the Spartans could pass orders down the chain of command in the heat of battle, allowing them to carry out manoeuvres with large parts of the line, instead of having to rely on shouting loudly enough that the men around the general could hear them. The Spartans won several major battles because of this tactical superiority. Other Greeks, when confronted with a Spartan army that had changed its facing or countermarched in good order, rarely stood their ground.
The result was that the Spartans remained practically undefeated in pitched battle for over 150 years, from the Battle of the Fetters at some point in the 6th century BC right down to the battle of Tegyra in 375 BC. With every victory, their reputation was inflated further. This reputation then caused fear among their enemies, which resulted in further victories. The name the Spartans made for themselves at Thermopylai became a self-fulfilling prophecy:
Hence the Spartans were of an irresistible courage, and when they came to close quarters their very reputation sufficed to terrify their opponents, who also, on their part, thought themselves no match for Spartans with an equal force.
-- Plutarch, Life of Pelopidas 17.6
In this sense, the Spartans didn’t really even need to be good warriors in order to have a reputation for being good warriors. As long as they didn’t lose, their enemies would fill in the blanks with the legend of Thermopylai and other Spartan propaganda, and more victories would follow. When the Thebans broke this cycle with their victories in pitched battle at Tegyra, Leuktra and Second Mantineia, the Greek world largely stopped thinking of the Spartans as particularly fearsome opponents – but by this time there was already enough in the historical record to sustain later authors who idolised Spartan ways and the Spartan state.

The Spartan mirage
Worship of Sparta as a military power has a long and complicated history, which starts right after the battle of Thermopylai. In fact, it is always Thermopylai and a handful of related anecdotes and sayings (‘fight in the shade’, ‘come and get them’) that takes centre stage in this worship. The modern obsession with Sparta is no exception; some in the American gun lobby now put ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ (‘come and get them’) bumper stickers on their cars. This fixation on Thermopylai may be a little puzzling, since the battle was a total defeat with terrible consequences for the peoples of Central Greece. The reason, as noted above, is that Sparta’s entire military reputation was always based on Thermopylai, and modern enthusiasts are simply echoing the several-thousand-year-old stories that amount to the most successful propaganda stunt in history.
In ancient times, this story already picked up countless embellishments, and many of the things we take for granted as ‘known’ about Sparta actually derive from sources of the Roman period whose own source of knowledge is lost. Modern products of pop culture like the movie 300 present a bizarre mishmash of evidence from 700 years of ancient literary sources and a further 1800 years of later idealisation. The result is the ‘theme park version’ of Sparta – what one scholar nearly a hundred years ago referred to as ‘the Spartan mirage’. This is a picture of Sparta as the later ancient admirers of Sparta wanted it to be; it is not, as far as we can tell, what Sparta ever really was. It is a source of endless amusement to have students list things they ‘know’ about Sparta and to point out which of those things (usually all of them) are derived from Plutarch, who wrote his large number of works on Sparta in the 2nd century AD. The wonderful thing that scholars have been doing for the last 30 years or so is nothing more revolutionary than simply trying to disentangle early traditions from late ones, and to get a picture of Classical Sparta from the contemporary sources alone.
For those working outside academia, or in different fields than Spartan studies, it is still difficult to get hold of anything but regurgitations of the Spartan mirage. This drives military thinkers and political theorists and historians alike. And these people are not always interested in corrections to the military part of the story. It’s very important to note that for much of history, Sparta was not admired for its military achievements, but for its political ones – it represented a stable oligarchy that went without coups or civil wars for centuries, while most Greek states made a habit of tearing themselves to shreds on a regular basis. Early Modern European political thinkers saw Sparta as the paragon of responsible government, and Athens as the dire example of what could go wrong if the people were given too much power. This archetypal opposition was originally brought out by Thucydides in his account of the war between these two states, and has been a fixture of international relations theory and political philosophy ever since. The Spartans here are not big tough militarists, but wise landowners steering their state to its best possible future. Athenian democracy has only really replaced it as an ideal of modern political theory in the 20th century (and in no small part because Marxists were beginning to claim Sparta as a proto-communist society). Needless to say, in the Early Modern narrative of political ideals, the Spartan dependency on a large class of enslaved labourers is usually left out.
In American history, a similar process of redefining political parallels is at work. Initially the US was equated with the land-bound, agricultural, conservative, stable power of Sparta, in contrast with Britain, which was more like the seafaring, mercantile, expansionist, acquisitive Athenians. It was only during the Cold War that the association was reversed, since the global naval democratic superpower America suddenly found itself locked in conflict with a dangerously authoritarian land power, the USSR. American thinkers now often like to see the US as an inheritor of the great Athenian democratic ideal, but this is a much more recent way of thinking than they may be aware.
The story of Thermopylai was just one part of the idealisation of Sparta – how the stable oligarchy was defended by its committed members. Of course, many militaries have liked to think that they, too, had the stuff that made Leonidas decide to stay in the pass; that they, too, would give their lives for their country. Those who idolise the Spartans for their defeat at Thermopylai are in the company of the Prussian officer class and the Nazis, to name just a few. Some of this idolisation is generic; can you name a more famous defiant last stand? Of course modern militaries would like to mirror themselves on the self-sacrifice and courage of the Spartans at Thermopylai, and of course, given that they have little more than the ‘theme park version’ to go on, they will connect this to all sorts of unrelated and doubtful detail about supposed Spartan institutions and ways.
But some of the idolisation is deeply and dubiously political. As I just said, Sparta has been regarded since ancient times as a superior alternative to democracy and mob rule; this often motivated conservative forces to think of themselves as modern Spartans. In more modern times, thanks to the efforts of V.D. Hanson and others to enshrine the Greeks as the ancestors of a “Western way of war”, the stand against the Persians at Thermopylai has also come to be regarded as an example of “Western”, supposedly freedom-loving and enlightened, defiance of “Eastern” tyranny and oppression. In this view, again, the Spartans’ brutal oppression and exploitation of a significant part of their own population as though they were little more than animals is conveniently ignored. Aspects of Spartan life such as endemic pederasty or painstaking adherence to religious ritual and omens are also left out. Where the modern American military identifies itself with symbols and terms derived from the legend of the Spartans at Thermopylai, and all that has come to be attached to it, it may be because it believes the Spartans acted as defenders of the free and rational West – something that may be appropriate or disturbing, depending on your point of view.

Some reading
  • Nigel Kennell, Spartans: A New History (2010)
  • S. Hodkinson, ‘Was Classical Sparta a military society?’, in S. Hodkinson & A. Powell (eds.), Sparta & War(2006), 111-162
  • S. Hodkinson, Property and Wealth in Classical Sparta (2000)
  • J. Ducat, Spartan Education: Youth and Society in the Classical Period (2006)
  • S.M. Rusch, Sparta at War: Strategy, Tactics and Campaigns, 550-362 BC (2011)
  • E. Rawson, The Spartan Tradition in European Thought (1969)
  • S. Hodkinson & I.M. Morris (eds.), Sparta in Modern Thought (2012)

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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

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