Originally posted by rjpalmer
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Hello again, Ike,
If my last post was cruelly blunt, I apologize, but the hour is late; the grains are nearly gone from the hourglass; the spring has lost its tension; the wick has grown short; the oil is gone from the bowl, and the flame is sputtering. It is time we are candid with each other. The earth itself is giving up the ghost. The polar icecaps are melting, the last of the elephants and giraffes are dying, the soil is eroding, mankind has overbred and over evolved and the tribalism that is now on the rise will only intensify as impoverished people continue to flood into Europe and North America. This is endgame. It’s been fun, but our mutual hobby doesn’t really matter one iota in the grand scheme of things and the future is not going to be a pleasant place. History is over. It is dead.
The few people scattered around the globe who still believe in the authenticity of the Maybrick Diary are not stupid. To the contrary, they are highly intelligent. Alas, intelligence often doesn’t help us and may even betray us. If you don’t believe me, read the following article when you have a slack moment.
Quite probably there was no more intellectually gifted student of the Whitechapel Murders case than Colin Wilson, yet Wilson believed in some of the most incredibly barmy notions, including Krafft-Ebing and the authenticity of the Maybrick Diary. I have come to suspect that the urge to believe is largely genetic, just as ‘skepticism’ is largely genetic. They both served an evolutionary purpose, and both have their downside. In short, we think we are rational, but we aren’t. From your point of view, the disbelievers of the Maybrick Diary are intelligent people with blinders on, who think they are far cleverer than they are; from the point of view of the skeptics, the roles are reversed. The sad part is that neither of us has much capacity of knowing who is right or wrong, as per Dr. Kahneman in the article above.
My advice? Take Anne Graham out, feed her a good dinner, buy her a pint, and ask her very nicely and politely and sympathetically to tell, for the first time, what actually happened. Quite probably she won’t tell you, because the answer is too embarrassing, but it’s worth a shot.
By the way, in case you are wondering who the Ripper was, let me tell you. You won’t believe me, but I will tell you anyway. Nearly all the experts were wrong, and most dismissed him as an utterly ridiculous suspect, even, I think, Lord Orsam, Melvin Harris, Stephen Ryder, Keith Skinner, Paul Begg, Sir Robert Anderson, Donald Swanson, John Douglas, David Radka, Kim Rossmo, Christer Holmgren, Tim Riordan, Phil Sugden, Trevor Marriott, and nearly every other intelligent observer of the case, etc etc ad infinitum. He was a middle-aged Irish conman named Frank Tumilty who had come to the end of his tether. There is no doubt about it whatsoever, but not for the reasons anyone thinks or has suggested in the past. If you want to know why, throw your Ripper books in the garbage, study anthropology and primatology, and start to think clearly and honestly and very very very carefully about why things are the way they are, and why humans act in the way they act, even in their most appalling and delusional moments. It has to do with something we can’t see, because we are all too busy swimming in it. Good Luck.
PS. We are in a bubble. If you’re in, divest.
If my last post was cruelly blunt, I apologize, but the hour is late; the grains are nearly gone from the hourglass; the spring has lost its tension; the wick has grown short; the oil is gone from the bowl, and the flame is sputtering. It is time we are candid with each other. The earth itself is giving up the ghost. The polar icecaps are melting, the last of the elephants and giraffes are dying, the soil is eroding, mankind has overbred and over evolved and the tribalism that is now on the rise will only intensify as impoverished people continue to flood into Europe and North America. This is endgame. It’s been fun, but our mutual hobby doesn’t really matter one iota in the grand scheme of things and the future is not going to be a pleasant place. History is over. It is dead.
The few people scattered around the globe who still believe in the authenticity of the Maybrick Diary are not stupid. To the contrary, they are highly intelligent. Alas, intelligence often doesn’t help us and may even betray us. If you don’t believe me, read the following article when you have a slack moment.
Here’s a simple arithmetic question: A bat and ball cost a dollar and ten cents. The bat costs a dollar more than the ball. How much does the ball cost?
Quite probably there was no more intellectually gifted student of the Whitechapel Murders case than Colin Wilson, yet Wilson believed in some of the most incredibly barmy notions, including Krafft-Ebing and the authenticity of the Maybrick Diary. I have come to suspect that the urge to believe is largely genetic, just as ‘skepticism’ is largely genetic. They both served an evolutionary purpose, and both have their downside. In short, we think we are rational, but we aren’t. From your point of view, the disbelievers of the Maybrick Diary are intelligent people with blinders on, who think they are far cleverer than they are; from the point of view of the skeptics, the roles are reversed. The sad part is that neither of us has much capacity of knowing who is right or wrong, as per Dr. Kahneman in the article above.
My advice? Take Anne Graham out, feed her a good dinner, buy her a pint, and ask her very nicely and politely and sympathetically to tell, for the first time, what actually happened. Quite probably she won’t tell you, because the answer is too embarrassing, but it’s worth a shot.
By the way, in case you are wondering who the Ripper was, let me tell you. You won’t believe me, but I will tell you anyway. Nearly all the experts were wrong, and most dismissed him as an utterly ridiculous suspect, even, I think, Lord Orsam, Melvin Harris, Stephen Ryder, Keith Skinner, Paul Begg, Sir Robert Anderson, Donald Swanson, John Douglas, David Radka, Kim Rossmo, Christer Holmgren, Tim Riordan, Phil Sugden, Trevor Marriott, and nearly every other intelligent observer of the case, etc etc ad infinitum. He was a middle-aged Irish conman named Frank Tumilty who had come to the end of his tether. There is no doubt about it whatsoever, but not for the reasons anyone thinks or has suggested in the past. If you want to know why, throw your Ripper books in the garbage, study anthropology and primatology, and start to think clearly and honestly and very very very carefully about why things are the way they are, and why humans act in the way they act, even in their most appalling and delusional moments. It has to do with something we can’t see, because we are all too busy swimming in it. Good Luck.
PS. We are in a bubble. If you’re in, divest.
please expound on why you think Tumilty was the ripper? and why anthropology and primatology?
I for one haven't dismissed him and would really like to know your thoughts on it.
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