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The Eternal Dance: Why Humans Excel at Missing the Point

A philosophical meditation on perpetual conflict, served with a side of existential dread

Welcome, dear visitors, to another delightful exploration of humanity’s greatest talent: turning simple disagreements into multi-generational blood feuds. Today’s case study? The Middle East – where “it’s complicated” became an understatement roughly 4,000 years ago.

A Brief History of “Who Started It?”

Picture this: You’re a philosopher in ancient Mesopotamia, sipping your morning barley beer, when suddenly everyone around you decides that their invisible sky friend is better than your invisible sky friend. Fast forward a few millennia, and we’re still having the same conversation – just with better weapons and satellite TV coverage.

The Babylonians, Assyrians, Persians, Greeks, Romans, Ottomans, and various European powers all took their turns playing “King of the Hill” in this region. Each empire convinced they had the ultimate solution, each leaving behind a delightful mess for the next guy to sort out. It’s like a cosmic game of hot potato, except the potato is on fire and everyone’s wearing gasoline gloves.

Philosophy Meets Reality (Spoiler: Reality Wins)

Here’s where it gets philosophically fascinating – and by fascinating, I mean soul-crushingly predictable. Every major philosophical tradition has weighed in on conflict resolution:

  • Aristotle said virtue lies in the golden mean between extremes
  • Kant insisted we should act only according to principles we’d want universalized
  • Mill argued for the greatest good for the greatest number
  • Buddha taught that attachment leads to suffering

Yet somehow, in a region that literally birthed these wisdom traditions, we’ve managed to create a perpetual motion machine of grievance. It’s almost impressive, really – like watching someone solve a Rubik’s cube by repeatedly hitting it with a hammer.

The Continuation

And so the dance continues. Each generation inherits the previous one’s unfinished arguments, adds their own creative interpretations, and passes the whole beautiful disaster down to their children. It’s tradition! It’s heritage! It’s… exhausting.

We’ve got peace treaties signed with invisible ink, ceasefires that last about as long as a TikTok video, and enough UN resolutions to wallpaper the entire region. Yet here we are, still asking the same questions our ancestors carved into clay tablets: “Why can’t we all just get along?” and “Whose turn is it to be outraged today?”

The Beat Goes On

In the immortal spirit of a certain Purple One, who knew a thing or two about battles and purple rain:

“In this life, you’re on your own
And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy – punch a higher floor
‘Cause we could all use a little purple rain
To wash away the pain of yesterday’s refrain”

P.S. – At QuiniV, we automate workflows, not ancient grudges. Though if anyone figures out how to script world peace, we’re definitely interested in that GitHub repo.

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HTTP 2.2

Where is the gold

freelancer-green https://cheapsslsecurity.com/p/the-advantages-of-http2/
https://www.howtoforge.com/how-to-enable-http-2-in-apache/
https://http2.pro/doc/Apache
https://www.collectiveray.com/what-is-http2
https://www.tecmint.com/enable-http2-in-apache-on-ubuntu/

Debian 10

apt-get install php7.4-fpm
a2dismod php7.4
a2enconf php7.4-fpm
a2enmod proxy_fcgi

 

a2dismod mpm_prefork
a2enmod mpm_event
a2enmod ssl

a2enmod http2

systemctl restart apache2



Protocols h2 http/1.1
<VirtualHost *:443>
  ServerName example.com
  ServerAlias www.example.com
  DocumentRoot /var/www/public_html/example.com
  SSLEngine on
  SSLCertificateKeyFile /path/to/private.pem
  SSLCertificateFile /path/to/cert.pem
  SSLProtocol all -SSLv3 -TLSv1 -TLSv1.1
  Protocols h2 http/1.1
</VirtualHost>
 
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Are You fake when You’re in the News

We should have seen this coming. Less than two weeks after his 2016 warning that hoaxes would have higher production values from now on, Ben Smith decided to publish the unedited “Steele Dossier,” containing all sorts of sordid allegations against Donald Trump that Smith said his reporters could not confirm or disprove. The stories in the dossier were compiled by a British spook talking to Russian intelligence as part of opposition research for the Clinton campaign, and they formed the basis for treating the just-elected president as a suspected Manchurian Candidate controlled by Moscow. After a few years, an impeachment trial, and endless breathless updates on how the walls were closing in, we discovered the very thing any news-literate reader would have guessed at the time if the relevant journalistic investigations had been done: The dossier was filled with misinformation that Russian intelligence hoped to get the U.S. media to run with. The media that had warned against fake news willingly and happily propagated it. (from here)

You had brown eyes, but now they’re blue
Those false eyelashes that you’re wearin’ too
In bed this morning, you called me CIyde
Alex is the name that I go by!
If women could be counterfeit
Then you’d be it


You’re a fake, baby
You can’t conceal it
Know how I know?
‘Cause I can feel it
You’re a fake, baby
I’ve blown your cover
The iig is up
‘Cause I discovered

by: Alexander O’Neal

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Believe

Imagine a world in which generations of human beings come to believe that certain films were made by God or that specific software was coded by him. Imagine a future in which millions of our descendants murder each other over rival interpretations of Star Wars or Windows 98. Could anything — anything — be more ridiculous? And yet, this would be no more ridiculous than the world we are living in. -Sam Harris, author (b. 9 Apr 1967)

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly

by R.Kelly

“I Believe I Can Fly” was written for the 1996 film “Space Jam”. The song won several Grammy awards at the 1997 ceremony: “Best Male R&B Vocal Performance”, “Best R&B Song”, and “Best Song Written Specifically for a Motion Picture or for Television”.

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Run while you can

Running while you can

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain

“My way”, Frank Sinatra


So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run

“Run, Baby, Run”, Sheryl Crow

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Tuning Your Apache Server

See also : https://www.linode.com/docs/web-servers/apache-tips-and-tricks/tuning-your-apache-server/

curl -sL https://raw.githubusercontent.com/richardforth/apache2buddy/master/apache2buddy.pl > apache2buddy.pl

perl apache2buddy.pl –skip-os-version-check

vi /etc/apache2/mods-enabled/mpm_prefork.conf service apache2 restart

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Let’s blame it on the boogie

In spite of the abuse heaped on farmers by urbanites, the causes of climate change are a town and country problem. By most key measures, and even counting food miles for our exports, we already are. But that message needs amplifying.

Never mind the world stage – farmers need defending at home against the current fashion for demonizing them as the prime culprits for greenhouse-gas emissions and water pollution.

The causes of climate change are a town and country problem. It is pointless to pit “their” dirty rivers and belching cows against “our” urban traffic and sewage discharge. Yet the abuse of farmers by self-righteous urbanites is becoming so severe that it is probably contributing – along with debt and isolation – to serious mental health problems in rural country.

Reflexive cries of “soft on farmers!” ignore the green imperatives for carefully calibrating these settings. Were vast tracts of our productive land rendered uneconomic to farm or crop because of new restrictions, there is little to stop it being taken over by forestry. Carbon sinks are highly attractive to international investors.

Further, there is nothing to replace our agricultural sector’s economic heft – least of all more sustainably. Were it to come from massive expansion in tourism, unlikely though that is, our carbon emissions would rise as a result of burning more aviation fuel.

This effect, known as carbon leakage, will remain a risk until competitors’ green efficiency starts catching up with ours. For structural economic reasons – chiefly that most are heavily subsidized – this is highly unlikely any time soon. For example, despite the UK’s large population and guaranteed – for now – European market access, only a quarter of its farms are profitable without subsidies and supplementary employment.

It would be instructive to poll those blackguarding the farm sector as to what they would give up in exchange for a much-reduced national income.

Agricultural exports make up a lot of our foreign earnings from merchandise and more than half of all earnings including services, which allow us to import prized – and not particularly green – items such as iPhones, computers, coffee, designer goods, e-scooters and cars that are bought primarily by city dwellers.

Those tempted to rejoice in farmer discomfort should also consider the social cost of a devastated farm sector: social dislocation, provincial business failures, and unemployment.

Source: https://www.noted.co.nz/money/money-economy/climate-change-blame-game-nz

That nasty boogie bugs me
But somehow it has drugged me
Spellbound rhythm gets me on my feetI’ve changed my life completely
I’ve seen the lightening leave me
My baby just can’t take her eyes off meDon’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Either I will find a way, or I will make one by Philip Sidney