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Sorry, but that rises above fakeblogging, if only by a little. Actually, your contribution to the collective noise stream above is clever enough that I should have it printed on a tee-shirt. And I would, if I ever wore tee-shirts other than underneath dress shirts. But I can’t likely get it printed on a dress shirt, so never mind.
And who died and made me the final arbiter of fakeblogging (and, in this case, fakecommenting)?
Why, me, of course, except for the dying part.
Patton, I’d have to agree that you are Perfidy’s resident expert on fakeblogging. Which is better than being Perfidy’s resident expert on non-blogging, a position held in perpetuity by Ross.
Aside from a minor quibble - the Drake Equation is not an equation in any useful sense, it’s merely a way to organize your wild-ass guesses. But as a means of lining up your hand-waving, it is non pareil. And of course, Drake’s just trying to get us all killed by sending messages to the bad aliens.
As I recall, one of the fundamental assumptions of both Drake and his cohort Carl Sagan was that a society that became advanced enough to communicate in a meaningful way with alien societies (ie, such that to the aliens radio astronomy is on the same technological level, for all practical purposes, as Lego) must by definition have survived its own aggression.
But I think they too often gloss over the possibility that an alien civilization may have flourished not by an outbreak of rainbows, drum circles, and for whatever passes for kumbaya in the Pleaides- no sir- but rather by extinguishing everything that was not like themselves.
I don’t believe that creation and application of unimaginable technologies could only happen in civilizations that had mastered the group hug. By my reckoning, a fair number of our own technologies came about with the intent of trying to kill other people with it *coughatomicbombcough* and not principally because the inventors thought it was a neato discovery for its own sake.
So, yeah- let’s leave the bad aliens the hell alone.
At least, that is, until we have the means to exterminate them.
Once our death ray/star destroyer/SDF-1/transmat screens/Ender Wiggins/atomic infantry/collapsars/gravity whips/psi powers are up to snuff, hey sure, let’s invite the neighbors over for the cosmic equivalent of bridge and pie.
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