Archive for July, 2008

City Councils Voting on Wars

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

BellinghamMy Dad tipped me off to the fact that the City Council in the fair city of Bellingham, where I spent my childhood, has unanimously approved a resolution in opposition to any proposed military intervention in Iran. The argument in favor is summarized here by a couple of peace activists up in the college hippy-town that is my old stomping ground:

On June 23, Bellingham City Councilperson Terry Bornemann introduced a resolution urging a diplomatic surge toward Iran and opposing military intervention in that country without Congressional approval. Why should the Bellingham City Council divert its attention away from important local matters to address yet another foreign policy issue? Didn’t it take enough flack for the Troops Home Now! Resolution in 2006?

Could it be the same reason that our National Guard is being diverted from its intended role in state emergency response? Perhaps it is the same reason that school administrators are diverting their time away from teacher development and curriculum improvement. Could it be the same reason governors are diverting their attention away from crumbling infrastructure to ward off financial ruin?

It doesn’t take a four star general to see the common denominator underlying these quandaries.

Our occupation of Iraq continues unabated, with a taxpayer price tag of $270 million a day. It has already cost the City of Bellingham $98 million. And the human costs to the United States are staggering with over 40,000 casualties, including 4,100 troops killed. Bellingham is home to some of these families.

So why, you ask, is the city council stepping in once again to consider another resolution, this time opposing U.S. military intervention in Iran?

Simple. If our local elected officials won’t, then who will?

What a fascinating rhetorical question!

But therein lies the problem. Rhetorical questions are not considered to be intended for, nor capable of inspiring, coherent answers. That is how they make the point, by arousing a stupefied failure to figure out how to answer them.

If only it applied here. This blogger was struck by a borderline jealousy toward his old man to realize the senior Freeberg’s letter aroused no less than 25 responses since midnight. That seems more impressive than it is — although it still is — because I noticed one commenter expertly named “headupyerass” commented three times and will no doubt return to comment some more. He has to. I know this type; his objective is to get the last word, and there are lots of other folks pointing out the error of his logic.

But which side prevails in this open-thread on the humble backwoods newspaper, is not the point I wish to inspect here. What I wish to inspect is this: This guy with his head up his ass, has an Internet connection, a keyboard, a screen, and all the other equipment that is required to make himself heard.

He has drive. He knows how to put a sentence together that describes his sentiments. He does so, repeatedly, which goes to show he can.

There are millions of others just like him. All of them with their heads up their asses…can’t avoid ’em…off they go, blah blah blah blah blah.

Does this not address the “if the officials won’t, who will?” question just about as satisfactorily as can possibly be imagined?

So with that in mind, the ball bounces back to the side of the court wherein we reconsider what the municipal-level authority’s dog-in-the-hunt is — exactly. Because I’m still unclear on it. Just a smidgen. If the citizens find nobody is speaking for them, they can write. It’s proven. So how ’bout the homeless people moving in, harassing downtown shoppers, and the threadbare parking facilities and the skateboarders and the traffic light switching patterns that encourage motorists to drive twenty miles over the speed limit? Every city can use a little bit more attention on issues like those, and many more.

But here’s another interesting question, one that is not asked. The Bellingham City Council vote was unanimous. It is being hailed as a “grassroots victory” of some kind, which implies that this is a way to manifest the thinking of the man-in-the-street. Remember what Ayn Rand said — the smallest minority is the individual; therefore, whoever oppresses or fails to support the individual cannot pretend to be advancing the rights of any minorities. Does Joe Six-Pack unanimously oppose military action against Iran, for any reason? Would a hundred-outta-a-hundred persons all across the fruited plane approve of the wording in the resolution?

Hell’s bells, you can just read the thread I linked above, to figure out that’s not the case.

But the resolution is unanimous. Something, therefore, is busted & gunnybags. It brings to mind something Bill (“wch”) said this morning about journalism…

A lot of journalists and politicians (metaphorically) stand in a room of people who are doing nothing but asking them for stuff. They believe it is their job to “answer” them, with news or legislation or favors.

They (for whatever reason) think that the people in the room represent the people NOT in the room. A wise person would ask where all of the other people (not in the room) are; and do they share the sentiments of the people in the room.

This is the conservatives’ largest problem: they’re not in the room, they’re too busy to stand in the room. They just know that if they were, they’d shout out “Hell no, we don’t want that!” That’s why they’re called the silent majority.

Bingo. We are facing a recession or depletion of a certain human quality. I think the word that would most accurately describe this quality would be “maturity,” but I intend to use something far more descriptive than that. I’m talking about a specific aspect — the readiness, willingness and ability to defend one’s mindset against the fallacy of false consensus.

To say to oneself, when all assembled in immediate proximity are found to approve of something (or to not care), “I wonder if there is anyone who would dissent, and if so, what their reasoning might be?” Not so much to bring everything to a screeching halt and pugnaciously ask it; the far less intrusive variation — to merely be ready to entertain it.

We’re missing that. It seems to be a vanishing, and non-renewable, resource. I believe it starts early on, in about the second or third grade. Teacher says “How many of you…let’s see a show of hands…” and before the hands go shooting up, there’s two dozen little toe-heads swiveling around, first left, then right, to see what everybody else is doing. It starts out cute. But we tend to forget, too many among us never stop doing that, and years later when they serve on city councils or on editorial panels get this “gut feel” that because everyone in the room thinks something, everyone everyplace else must be on the same page.

It just ain’t so. Sorry.

Mathematically Confirmed: There Is No Climate Change Crisis

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

Science & Public Policy Institute, via Moonbattery. PDF version here, and the meat of the study is here.

* The IPCC’s 2007 climate summary overstated CO2’s impact on temperature by 500-2000%;
* CO2 enrichment will add little more than 1 °F (0.6 °C) to global mean surface temperature by 2100;
* Not one of the three key variables whose product is climate sensitivity can be measured directly;
* The IPCC’s values for these key variables are taken from only four published papers, not 2,500;
* The IPCC’s values for each of the three variables, and hence for climate sensitivity, are overstated;
* “Global warming” halted ten years ago, and surface temperature has been falling for seven years;
* Not one of the computer models relied upon by the IPCC predicted so long and rapid a cooling;
* The IPCC inserted a table into the scientists’ draft, overstating the effect of ice-melt by 1000%;
* It was proved 50 years ago that predicting climate more than two weeks ahead is impossible;
* Mars, Jupiter, Neptune’s largest moon, and Pluto warmed at the same time as Earth warmed;
* In the past 70 years the Sun was more active than at almost any other time in the past 11,400 years.

Left unexplained: Why has this hoax become a liberal/conservative/Republican/democrat thing?

That deals with psychology, how the human mind works, how some of us are after good results and others of us are just out to portray themselves that way. What this thing we call “guilt” is, and how it is viewed differently amongst us.

Inspected quite often in these pages, and elsewhere. Use yer Mad GoogleSkilz.

Benefits and Opportunity

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

The benefits they have won, are costing them the opportunity.

And among those who now enjoy the opportunity, many of them find they don’t want it.

I’m sure feminism will attend to these flaws in the movement, in the usual manner: By excoriating and stigmatizing anybody who dares to mention them.

What is Toxic About Single Men?

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

Another gem I discovered this morning perusing Cassy’s blog, which she picked up by way of Dr. Melissa Clouthier, was yet another fascinating Dr. Helen advice column. Quoting advice-seeker “Jim” in full:

Dear Dr. Helen,

I am 47 years old, never married (not gay) and have very mixed feeling about the notion of being married someday. I have known — socially — many women in my years, and have found many of them striking and engaging, strictly from a character point of view. Yes, many were attractive physically, but that is neither here nor there. I hold the state of marriage in very high regard and have two parents who held high standards to thank for that. But I am not attracted to the thought of being married. I am not against it at all (sometimes I daydream about it); it is just not a priority in my life and much as I would welcome a spectacular woman into my life, I don’t believe it to be very likely.

Here’s my question: Why do so many women find single men to be a social cancer? I am forever surrounded by married women who look at me like I’m a freak who needs to be “bagged and tagged.” What is it about single men that makes married women (never men!) interrogate us as to our continued bachelorhood and seeming refusal to “settle down?”

I will confess to you that most women scare the crap out of me. Sir Compton MacKenzie knew what he was talking about when he said, “Women do not find it difficult nowadays to behave like men, but they often find it extremely difficult to behave like gentlemen.” The female of the species is deadlier than the male. Hell hath no fury…you get the idea.

I know I am not a male chauvinist pig. My mother made an effort to bring me up right. I have known several women, personally, who held position of power and did so with genuine class and integrity. My father made the effort to marry a woman who was, to say the least, not common.

But I am somehow not attracted to being in an intimate relationship with a member of a group of people (here comes the Freudian slip!) who seem to regard me as an accessory. Most women I know want children, but not a husband. They merely see a husband as an accessory, like a GPS, to make having a family a lot less burdensome. I have known too many women who so ulcerate in their desire to validate their uterus that they marry morons who ruin their lives. But I digress.

What is it about being married that makes women find single men so intolerable? You may make of this what you like, but I know I am not alone in my feelings. I would welcome the chance to know how you and your readership feel about the topic.

Some of the comments on this that piqued my curiosity and interest:

Dr. Helen replied,

The first reason is that the sight of a happy single man might be an inspiration to their husbands, for if their husbands are friends with single men, they might get fed some ideas. Let’s say that a husband is kept on a short leash by his wife, but every once in a while the guy gets a reprieve to go hang out with his buddies. The single men who are happy are a shining example of what the husband is missing.

I think that’s probably the low-hanging fruit. It’s obvious there is something to it, or at the very least, the married woman probably doesn’t have the single guy’s happiness in mind when she proclaims he must be bagged-n-tagged…never mind all the babbling bromides she might dish out to the contrary.

Dr. Helen continues:

In addition, the single man has the ability to be out dating all kinds of women and she may fear that he will fill her husband’s head full of fantasies that she feels she cannot live up to. Her husband could wonder what it is like to be free like his buddy and dating a variety of women.

This is slightly different from the first reason, and maybe it’s a stronger motive. A happily married guy isn’t going to look at his single buddy with his free-and-easy single lifestyle, nobody asking him to take the garbage out, drink out of the milk carton, etc. and say to himself “gee, I wish I could live that way.” But when the single guy starts dating the married guy might have some real feelings of wonder about the road not taken. Gals treat guys much better before marriage; it’s just a fact. At least, maybe not so much before marriage, but before that “are you going to go out in that?” moment. When he stops being a wild stallion to be reigned in, and starts being a lap dog to be scolded. Women treat us nicer before that point than they do afterward; and a guy who is enduring the aftermath, looking at another guy who hasn’t reached it yet and is still being treated with greater measures of compromise, respect, and that old feeling of camaraderie, is going to have some wistful feelings about it. Guys who protest otherwise are simply liars.

Dr. Helen has a final suggestion:

Finally, the single man might look like he is having too much damn fun. If other men see this as a possibility — that a single life is a good one — they might not need women so desperately and women who count on sexuality as power over men won’t have as much to work with: if men don’t care if they have a woman or not, they can’t be controlled and/or manipulated as well.

Back when I was single, I found there was a magic formula. Basically, you will slip on through a bunch of good looking women, none of them bothering to give you the time of day, if:

1. You erred too far on the side of demonstrated harmlessness, failing to show talent, strength, assertiveness or ability;
2. You erred too far the other way, behaving too independently, like nobody would ever tame you — and if she did, it would be so much trouble you weren’t really worth the effort.

If a single guy can strike a balance between those two, showing both ability and flexibility within the first fifteen seconds after meeting a lady — the sky is the limit. In other words, women have an instinct, a drive, to meet the wild beast and tame him. You see it in fairy tales. You see it when you aren’t single anymore…the lady is fascinated with what you can do well, but she is just a bit more fascinated with what’s missing out of your life. Not on speaking terms with your family, your car is really old, have a tax bill you can’t pay and haven’t been hooked up with the professional who can help you through a jam like that. Women tend to be enthused about getting hold of that jigsaw puzzle that’s missing a piece or two, and then filling it in. If it’s a complete set they’re less interested, and I imagine this is a predilection that goes all the way back to caveman days. Not so much evolution, and not really a desire to manipulate — it’s just that we all like to be needed.

Dr. Clouthier’s ideas have to do with the woman’s reckoning of what the aging single guy is doing there…and they came blossoming forward in bullet form:

The single men who reach a certain age, seem to get there for different reasons.
1. Socially awkward, inability to deal with women (and/or men), possibly late bloomer
2. Divorced, widowed and not wanting a relationship
3. Divorced, widowed and desire companionship
4. Player–just like playing the field, morphed from stud into kinda pathetic, eternal juvenile
5. Busy guy who just never made time for relationships and finds himself older and single and hasn’t made it a priority

I have to say, if this is really what’s motivating the married women who look down with disdain on the single guys, I find it somewhat…sexist.

Is Dr. Condoleezza Rice socially awkward, unable to deal with men, a late bloomer, divorced, widowed, a player, super-duper-busy? Maybe she is the last of those…a year from now she won’t be Secretary of State anymore, and I doubt she’s going to be coupling-up with someone. Granted, single middle-aged women do face a stigma of their own — it is different from the burden borne by single men — but not greater. From where I sit, it seems people have an uncomfortable reaction, then at some point say to themselves “well that’s what they used to call a ‘spinster,’ and I guess I’m over it.” There’s some speculation about sexual preference on both sides, toward the single woman as well as the single man. But the nagging stops in the girl department. Guys are at the receiving end of a bit more pushing, a bit more rude greetings at social events, a bit more matchmaking, a bit more…anything that has to do with manipulation. The subject of “Jim’s” letter. Being a broken thing that should be fixed. The spinsters can just go on their merry ways, but the bachelors, as the lady said, “need to be bagged and tagged.” And the socially-awkward thing — once the single girl has demonstrated that doesn’t apply to her, nobody ever mentions it again.

Hello, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. Haven’t heard of anyone calling you “socially awkward” lately…and I don’t think I will…

Yes, there is James Bond. I concede that point. And like Carrie, Samantha et al, James Bond is a fictional character. One that can be emulated, to some extent. But here’s my point: A single guy who really does try to emulate the single life of James Bond, as Cassy has pointed out, is almost the dictionary definition of the word “creepy.” Not so with the free-wheeling bachelorette who picks up her cues from the Sex in the City girls. She, quite to the contrary…is trendy.

It’s got to do with that thing called “choice.” You hear “woman” and “choice” in the same sentence, and it is the eight hundred pound gorilla. Can’t be questioned. When women choose to be single, it’s a choice…and too many of the folks who shape our social mores and customs, don’t see choice as a responsibility, burden, or recognize any obligation for people to make wise ones. They just see it as a privilege. The obligation, to them, is on everybody else to “respect the choice.” So we’ve entered an age wherein single women aren’t weird, in fact you have to serve some time or pay a penalty if you dare to advance the notion that they may be (even if one among them has given you cause to think so) — but the bachelor has some ‘splaining to do, as Jim has learned.

Cassy has something to add:

When women look at a man who is in his forties or fifties, a lot of things automatically go through their minds. To us, it shows a lot of issues and not very many positives. It may be a personal choice, but women are immediately going to start asking questions. Why is it that this man is unwilling to settle down and commit to someone? When you’re talking about a single man, it isn’t just about marriage. In today’s society, long-term committed relationships are just as readily accepted as marriages are. So it isn’t even necessarily a question of marriage, but of what is this guy’s problem that he’s unwilling and/or unable to commit to a woman? To women, it indicates a lot of problems: immaturity, avoidance of responsibility, fear of commitment.

I think, here, Cassy’s somewhat missed the point of Jim’s letter. Everything Cassy has said, might very well be true in this case and that one, but what is the practical point of violating these rules of etiquette to point it out right to his face? To say nothing of — if this was the motivation, “needs to be bagged and tagged” would imply some other maiden, happily single at the moment, would then be saddled with this bundle of problems. Could women really have so much hostility for each other, that they would push their single counterparts into marriages with guys who fear commitment? That must be the ultimate walking-death on the female side of the gender divide, being married to a fella who doesn’t understand what marriage is.

I think Cassy has hit on what causes the revulsion. If that’s the case, it isn’t logical or rational, because there are so many other bits of human chaffe who would hit the “needs to be fixed” pile at a much higher level than the single bachelor. Just for starters, there’s the starry-eyed schoolgirl who gets hitched up to the classmate who is so much fun to be around, and then after they graduate from the twelfth grade they’re up to their armpits in dirty dishes and diapers and there’s no money to do anything because her stud isn’t reliable enough to hang onto a job. The married ladies, who one would think would have so much to teach her, choose to fixate instead on — the 47-year-old single guy. Why is that? They think he’s more likely to “come around” than the schoolgirl is to admit she’s about to make a mistake, and back out of it? Or is Dr. Helen on to something there?

Cassy continues:

The man who wrote the letter to Dr. Helen sounds to me like he just got seriously burned sometime in his life, and is keeping women at an arm’s length to protect himself (avoidance + fear of commitment = single 47-year-old). These quotes say it all:

I will confess to you that most women scare the crap out of me.

But I am somehow not attracted to being in an intimate relationship with a member of a group of people (here comes the Freudian slip!) who seem to regard me as an accessory. Most women I know want children, but not a husband. They merely see a husband as an accessory, like a GPS, to make having a family a lot less burdensome. I have known too many women who so ulcerate in their desire to validate their uterus that they marry morons who ruin their lives. But I digress.

I personally think that’s a large part of the reason that many of these older men stay single: at some point in their lives, they were hurt, and badly, by some stupid bitch and have not been able to let those feelings go. So they keep all romantic interaction with women at surface level only, and tell themselves that they just don’t want to get married.

Having gone through this, I think Cassy’s on to something. But since my own divorce sixteen years ago, I must say I have been consistently shocked at society’s expectation for men to “get over it.”

It is significant, personal, financial damage. You aren’t supposed to get over it. You’re supposed to learn from it.

And for what comes next, I do not want to single out Cassy. She’s not guilty. But it has to be asked — all this passion to “make” the burned men “get over it” so they’ll become more available and flexible for the next generation of marriagable gals who need a supply of male stock from which to select…why does that passion seem to so rarely be channeled into rage and scorn directed toward women who aspire to exploit, humiliate, and generally screw over the men?

Condescension for the man who trusted too much, and is determined to learn from his mistake.

Scolding for the middle-aged bachelor who is determined not to make the mistake in the first place.

But nothing save for sympathetic chortling for the brittle bitch who brags about her two metric tons of cocktail dresses and fifty shoes, showing their husbands who’s boss by hogging all the closet space. Hey look, closet space is a pretty harmless issue. Lack of closet space, I can deal with. It’s the goddamn attitude problem that goes with it that men can’t handle. The closet space issue is just metaphorical.

And when the attitude problem is widespread and growing among countless millions, like dandelion seeds on a spring day, it has an effect on us. We marry later, or not at all. Once it becomes a ritual by which men are ordered to hand over money to women — not to help raise our kids, not to honor commitments we personally made to them, but simply to salve the guilty consciences of total strangers — it becomes an arrangement into which only the fools rush in. And, men being what they are, when society orders us to do foolish things in order to comply, we’re a little bit more sluggish to heed the call than the fairer sex. Some of us are going to be complete hold-outs.

And if marriage is destined to become more centrally focused on settling past scores on behalf of women who imagine their sisterhood to be slighted by perceived wrongs…and less focused on productive things like starting stable households, giving children a good start, dealing responsibly with creditors, etc….there will be more complete hold-outs. The average age of first-time grooms is going to go higher and higher, and women will encounter more resistance in persuading them to “settle down.” The social-stigma method of overcoming this, the scolding, the nagging, the tut-tutting, is going to become more and more flaccid and futile. Men will stay single, until the perceived benefits outweigh the perceived risks. That is simply the way intelligent people behave.

Maybe the time has come to ask why marriage is looked upon as so risky, from the male point of view. The risk of humiliation, the risk of being addressed by your kids by your first name, the divorcing, the ritual legalized theft, the legal fees, the bashing of the credit score, the ostracism in all walks of life. Trust me on this, gals: We aren’t just making it up.

And don’t call me jaded. There are guys out there who are much, much worse.

Let’s Make the 2008 Elections About THIS…

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

H/T: Hot Air, via Cas, who bottom-lines the issue expertly, in a way we’ll be able to decide it in November.

This sums up, in a nutshell, the difference between Republicans and Democrats. Republicans usually believe that Americans are smart enough to run their own lives; Democrats don’t. Republicans usually think that Americans deserve to keep their own money; Democrats don’t. Republicans usually think that Americans will lead their lives perfectly fine without government intervention; Democrats don’t.

Liberals just can’t seem to grasp the fact that people don’t need their all-knowing wisdom-filled genius to live happy and full lives. When President Bush said that it was presumptuous to tell Americans how to live their own lives, I wanted to cheer.

This is what President Bush says right before his approval numbers trickle upward a point or two — read that as, away from Congress’ approval rating which is much lower.

When he values agreement above clarity and starts “reaching across the aisle” to “unify” with the folks who have no qualms at all about telling us when to plug in our coffeemakers and where to set our thermostats and what language to teach our kids…that is when his approval rating goes DOWN.

The record bears this out.

Cat’s in the Microwave…Silver Spoon

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

Poor Kitty!Just disgusting. Six week old kitten. Anyone with information is asked to call 800-628-5808. Do it. Knowing vermin like this is walking around, free as you & me, is nauseating.

“Edison” was brought to Angell Animal Medical Center in Jamaica Plain with life-threatening injuries consistent with being burned in a microwave, said MSPCA-Angell spokesman Brian Adams.

His entire tail may have to be surgically removed, Adams said, and both of his ears may have to be amputated.

Edison also suffered burns to his legs and blisters on his tongue, but it could be days before doctors know the full extent of his injuries.

Our neighbor has two dogs, each the size of a small pony. It’s one of those situations where the dogs are left alone, whimpering all day long, miserable, and when the owner comes home they’re so happy to see ‘im…so he figures he’s just a swell dog owner.

I’m seeing less and less of a difference between the leave-em-alone-all-day owners and the stick-em-in-microwaves pet owners. One’s active animal cruelty, one’s passive.

You Think I Bitch About Women…

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

…and the stupid, insipid movies, Broadway plays, musicals and commercials that pander to them — all you people who think I put way too much importance on this stuff — read that chick Rachel. She’s opining about some kind of house-hunting “reality” TV show. Maybe I’ve already seen it, maybe I haven’t, I can’t tell ’em apart anymore and I really don’t give a good goddamn. But this does ring a bell.

This makes me want to kill some bitches.

They are so proud of the fact that they own 50 pairs of shoes and two metric tons of cocktail dresses, and that they’ve shown their husband who’s boss by hogging all the closet space. You can see it in their eyes, every time, how cutely sassy they think they’re being. It is absolutely revolting.

I also love how they make a big deal out of pretending that they care what hubby thinks. Some of them are so brazenly unashamed – and proud – of how thoroughly they’ve emasculated their man that they even look right in the camera with a dull-eyed evil grin and say things like, “I like to let him think his opinions count, too.” Die, lady. Just die.

I made a decision, the one & only time I got divorced, not to get back into the marriage thing until the lady in question and society as a whole and most especially the law all agreed that the point of the exercise was for the man and the woman to share a life together. Not to make the woman rich by legalizing her theft of the man’s assets. Not to fatten up the divorce-law profession, and all the parasitic divorce sub-industries. Not to make women everywhere feel good by giving them a forum in which they could dispense and receive tips and tricks about how to make the bastard’s life more miserable. But to form a foundation for a united household…like what marriage used to be all about.

I think maybe we’re just about there, or headed in that direction. I got a woman all picked out, and I can trust her. The law? Well…I’m in California. So that’s a problem.

Society? It’s pretty much turned around. But this thing Rachel is talking about, is the one big exception. You know that timeless story about two guys who get together and they’re complete strangers, neither one knows what the other’s religion is, or favorite sports’ team, or political persuasion. But you can always make friends with another dude by saying “man, women are nuts, huh?” The women have a handy counterpart to that, I’m afraid; you just saw it. “I like to let him think his opinions count, too.” With a smirk. Oh, how droll. Presto! Two women with different backgrounds are instant buddies now! It’s a match for the “women are nuts” thing — worse than that, though, it excuses it.

I saw it on some new half-hour sitcom called “The Bill Engvall Show” or some such. Ah, here it is. A great candidate for the Sickest Show on the Air award. The pilot episode had some extended dialog wherein the wifey fooled the hubby into thinking he’d promised to give up watching the ball game so he could take her shopping on Saturday morning. As he confusedly staggered out of the kitchen to go get changed, the missus revealed that he didn’t really promise that, she just made it up. Hah hah! Isn’t that great? He’s the puppet, she’s the string. Hilarious! Can’t wait to see what comes next!

++Ca-LICK++! Whoops. I touched that dial.

This is what really gets under my skin about this: It’s anesthetizing. It starts out funny…and then, in a manner that would make Saturday Night Live proud…gradually, the jokes lose clever edge, but not their appeal. Eventually there’s really nothing funny about ’em, and people are just watching episode after episode where the man is made into a clueless boob, there’s no wit, no story, not even a twist-ending. No reason to laugh, other than the laugh track communicating the expectation that this is what you’re supposed to be doing.

Maybe that’s why it’s so popular to beat up on the man on prime-time TV — the mind-dulling effect it has on people. This would make economic sense. If I’m a sitcom producer, I’m going to bet there’s better-than-even odds that

1. By the third season, fourth at the latest, my new show is going to have been put up on the chopping block many times, assuming it’s still going at all by that time;
2. Inside of those three years, there is going to be a writer’s strike.

So it makes sense to have a built-in tranquilizing agent. Some meandering theme that dumbs the audience down, and dulls their sensibilities; makes ’em slow to realize the jokes stopped being funny.

Make Me A Samrich!Of course sometimes, the show doesn’t even try to be funny…opting instead to wallow around in the muck of “special” episode sermonizing, instructing the audience to believe men should live to do things for women, but women shouldn’t ever, ever, ever do anything for a man.

What household needs that kind of attitude problem?

So yeah, Rachel’s right. You change the rules of the game too much, and pretty soon, the guys don’t want to play anymore. There is a solution, though; it’s right in Rachel’s post title. You can stop watching television. I’ve often wondered what that would be like — wife gets home from the doctor, announces a special surprise, we’ll be hearing the pitter patter of little feet in a few months, and THAT AFTERNOON the television is ripped out. Never to be hooked up again until the kid’s moved out of the house.

That would probably be the most well-adjusted dude or gal ever to step foot on God’s green earth. A borderline superhero. If it was a girl, she’d happily make sandwiches for her man. If it was a guy…uh…well, he’d let ‘er.

Did that bother someone? Sorry. Feminists, you can just BLOW ME. Every morning I’m making coffee for my gal. Every evening, she makes dinner even if she’s been working. I water her tomato plants (even though I hate tomatoes). She straightens up my son’s bedroom so he has places to put his stuff. It’s called doing things for each other.

But this isn’t really just a sex-role problem. It comes from that cheap, easy, uninspired, utility-grade “comedy” in which you toss some guff at the family patriarch, and you have an instant punchline. I remember this spring my son made a friend in the neighborhood, a boy of about eight or nine. They ate their snacks and played their video games until one day, the boy told me to shut up. He thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Until he found out he wasn’t welcome to come around anymore, short of apologizing and promising never to do it again. My boy took care of laying down that ultimatum.

We simply do not tolerate this brand of humor in our household. And I do not understand households that put up with it. It isn’t entertaining, it isn’t about entertaining people, it isn’t about humor, it’s motivated around the personal agendas and pet peeves of complete strangers, there’s a lot of rage wrapped up in it, and it just isn’t funny. But worst of all, it’s a brain-killer. The women and children who delight in their false-victories over this kind of slapstick, and the grown-up so-called “male” who somehow tolerates it, over time they all become drooling idiots. It isn’t healthy and it isn’t natural.

42

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

From the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, in which an alien supercomputer is tasked to find out the answer to life, the universe, and everything…as loyal readers know, after many millions of years the supercomputer finally goes “ding”:

42“I think the problem is that the question was too broadly based…”

“Forty two?!” yelled Loonquawl. “Is that all you’ve got to show for seven and a half million years’ work?”

“I checked it very thoroughly,” said the computer, “and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you’ve never actually known what the question is.”

From the TIFF file header format

Offset
Datatype
Value
0
Word
Byte order indication
2
Word
Version number (Always 42)
4
Unsigned Long
Offset to first IFD

The number forty-two is the code for the ASCII character that is the asterisk (*). To send someone a kiss via text message, you have to use the asterisk. In most programming languages, the asterisk is used for multiplication.

When Mom finished sleeping after her all-night labor, everyone was talking about Richard Speck and she had to have it explained to her what happened. That was my fault. I suppose we all, at some time or another, have the feeling we’re being scapegoated for others not knowing what’s going on; in my case the condition goes all the way back to birth. Wrong place wrong time.

Forty-two is the atomic number of Molybdenum, which has the sixth-highest melting point of any element, 4753°F (2896°K).

Halfway point? Lessee…Mom died at 59, grandparents went at 76, 77, 94 and 74…uncles go at seventy-something on Dad’s side and eighty-something on Mom’s…regular exercise, non-smoker, yeah I’m probably just about at the center of gravity.

So I wonder what I should work at doing in this second half. The liberals tell me I should feel properly guilty, work to elect Obama, take down my blog, conserve, recycle, and for heaven’s sake keep my opinions to myself!

That impresses me as about a meaningless existence as can possibly be had.

Blabber, Et Cetera

Monday, July 14th, 2008

This has to be one of the most robust and capable, if not the most robust and capable, of the architectural blogs I have ever seen.

Medication Holidays

Monday, July 14th, 2008

Momma has taken a front-and-center role in raising the boy, for whatever reason, and can’t relate to him because he’s male and she’s female. So she waltzes into the doc’s office and orders that he be put on medication. This is an impermissible doctor/patient relationship practice in all other fields of medicine, but with learning disabilities it’s okay! Onto the Ritalin-or-whatever he goes!

So we have an entire generation of boys strung out on drugs because their mommas want to be relating to them as if they’re little girls, and haven’t been able to do it. Wonderful.

Then along comes summer. What to do? Have a holiday from the drugs as well as from school? That has been a practice, evidently…but Newsweek wants to do something about that.

Sunscreen and stamps are a must, and granola bars are always appreciated. But when it comes to packing up their kids for camp, many parents are leaving the prescription drugs at home. For the 2.5 million kids medicated for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), physicians recommend an occasional break from the meds. The freewheeling days of summer are in some ways the perfect time. But when sleepaway camp is in the cards, drug holidays can present a problem—not just to the counselors having to handle kids who can be off-the-wall, but often also to the campers themselves.

That’s right. We have to get rid of holidays from the “Don’t act so much like a boy so your momma can understand you as if you’re a little girl” drugs…while the boys are at camp. Camp. That’s where you go so you don’t have to deal with the static when your parents catch you using the F-word and the C-word and the D-word and the A-word. That’s what it was back in my day. A place where you were able to wallow in your male-ness, more than you could back at home. Spitting off that bridge just to see if you could hit the leaf floating in the creek. Swamping your buddy’s canoe just to see if you could do it. All the stuff little girls can’t understand.

Snips, snails and puppy-dog’s tails.

But now we have “ADHD medication.” So we’re gonna get rid of that now.

Sue Scheff, a parent advocate who has blogged about her son Scott’s ADHD, tried for years to send him to camp unmedicated. Every year it was the same: “Within a week’s time I’d get a call saying the claws are coming out, he’s misbehaving, and I’d have to send the medication up to get him on track.” So why keep trying? In part it was to give him relief from the side effects. But the bigger motivating factor, she says, was avoiding the stigma of the ADHD label—both for Scott, who was teased when he had to leave the lunchroom to take his pills, and for herself. “Maybe it was a selfish decision,” Scheff says. “I just wanted to take him off so I didn’t have to explain to everybody why he was on the medication.”

GEE! I’m a parent of a child who’s had his share of go-’rounds with the “learning disability industry” — ooh, did I say that out loud? — well, anyway. I’m a parent. I’m a blogger. I guess I’m just as qualified as this Sue Scheff person.

Not a single syllable about Scott Scheff’s father, or if he has one. So where are the rough-n-tumble male role models? Not at camp, evidently; “the claws are coming out,” so they place a call to momma to get some drugs. What kinds of claws are those? In the summer of ’78, it was turning each other’s aluminum canoes over. I still have some rocks in my left knee from that excursion — the day it happened, I bled like a stuck pig, and probably got something of an infection. Just good clean summer fun, we called it. I spent that night in excruciating agony, my knee swelling up to the size of a softball. Just a typical footnote in a typical once-a-summer week away at camp.

So is this boy sinking other kids’ canoes to get mailed his little baggy of drugs? Is that it? Or is it putting his dinner fork to the left of his salad fork in the mess hall?

We have a presidential candidate this year who says we need to stop setting our thermostats at seventy-two…learn to say Merci Beaucoup…(I’m a poet and I dunno it). You know what, Newsweek? Somehow, of all the other problems facing our nation — I think boys taking a break from their “stop being male” drugs for a week or two during the summer, and all the attendant consequences of the “drug holiday,” don’t exactly bubble up to the top of the stack of our pressing problems.

We do not suffer from a surplus of budding testosterone. We are being killed, slowly, by a generational extinction of it.

Here are my suggestions:

1. Move MOUNTAINS, if you have to, to keep fathers involved in the raising of their sons. Even if they are at first a little bit reluctant. Even if he’s a dick who won’t pay his child support without lots of prodding. Treat the scummy bio-dad as you would a movie villain — if he has so much as a shred of human decency in him, see if it’s possible to bring that out. Boys have an instinctive appetite to carry on a family line, consistent with their programming, and no stepfather is going to fill this appetite. Sorry if that’s a bitter pill to swallow but it’s true.

2. Treat moderate cases differently from extreme ones. Some kids are so hyperactive that there’s just no question, they’re borderline disabled. Other kids, you can have a back-and-forth debate all afternoon between parents & teachers about whether there’s anything wrong at all, with legitimate points to be made on both sides. Believe me. I’ve been there. These are different situations. Treat ’em that way.

3. Just Say No to drugs. There is huge profit to be made in them, which taints the ability of the parents to be able to rely on the counsel of “educators” and other supposed “professionals.” Use the Powell Doctrine — get in to get out. If there’s no exit strategy for the medication, then don’t start.

4. Mothers are not supposed to be able to relate to little boys any more intimately than fathers can relate to their little girls. Probably, if we understood the human programming down to the letter, reading it off some lost ancient scroll or something — we’d find boys are supposed to be even more of a mystery than that. If the problem is limited to the mother failing to establish absolute control over her little bubbins’ every move and absolute understanding of every little spark that fires between the synapses…and there are no other symptoms…drugs are unwarranted. This is not a disorder, it is what is called “forming a personality.”

5. Once treatment has started, a good litmus test for keeping the child on the treatment is “without it, he would be completely lost.” A bad litmus test is the more common one: “It’s done him so much good!” If that’s the test that is being applied, and nobody is raising a red flag about it, then everyone needs to be replaced.

6. A disability is not a disorder, and a disorder is not a disability.

7. Too many disorders can be defined as “somehow, I got it in my head the kid would do this thing, and instead he did that thing.” Why did he do that thing? Did you bother to ask him? Maybe you’re the oddball for getting the thought in your head that he’d do something else. Communicate with him. Find out what he’s trying to do, what his motives are. Remember, the child is here to help the next generation function in whatever what it’s going to have to — he isn’t here to do every li’l thing the way you thought he would. A trained animal can do that. This is a thinking human being. When he enters the world of adulthood, we want him to be exercising a sense of judgment…just like we ritually expect our girls to do when they become women. This, I postulate, is why you don’t very often hear about girls being placed on these drugs. We have been led down an errant path, in which we believe individual discretion to be a beneficial attribute in our newly-minted ladies, and a rancid toxin in our newest graduating classes of gentlemen.

Thing I Know #179. Children seem to be “diagnosed” with lots of things lately. It has become customary for at least one of their parents to be somehow “enthusiastic” about said diagnosis, sometimes even confessing to having requested or demanded the diagnosis. Said parent is invariably female. Said child is invariably male. The lopsided gender trend is curious, and so is the spectacle of parents ordering diagnoses for their children, like pizzas or textbooks.

Training Husbands Like Training Dolphins

Monday, July 14th, 2008

It sounds flabbergastingly condescending, but look at the clip. She’s saying treat your husband like a dolphin, which means…reward the positive and ignore the negative.

I have two beefs with women training their husbands:

1. In my experience, women enter into conflict with me by settling on what needs to be done, rather arbitrarily and — to my perception — almost randomly. What were our options? How did you decide we’re doing it? What steps are involved? These are the kinds of questions that are skipped altogether, before you have a cranky missus and a brute of a beau wondering what it is he did wrong.
2. If the resulting conflict isn’t settled, and it continues in a vicious cycle for too long, there isn’t too much time passing by before this becomes the woman’s whole reason for being: How is he going to piss me off today?

So the “let the nagging go” thing has some appeal to me. It takes care of the second of those two.

For the first, I recall the words of wisdom of one of my old bosses. Not to me, but to his wife. He & she had immigrated from India, and sadly, his sense of the gender roles in a household probably wouldn’t find favor with post-modern feminism. “Don’t worry!” he’d reassure her. “Whatever I decide to do, it must be for the best!”

I dunno if he thought that one through. But when you think about it, there is a world of wisdom packed in that statement. I’ve used it on my kid’s mom a time or two to get her head peeled off the surface of Planet Men-Are-Stupid, and properly affixed back on her shoulders on Earth. I’m the Dad; I don’t want him to get hurt any more than anybody else does; if he hadn’t done something to convince me he was ready to ride his bike in the street, I wouldn’t allow him to; so since I’m letting him do it, it must be for the best. So cool your jets. Calm down. Go inside. Sit down. Get a drink. Watch Animal Planet or something. Stop second-guessing. Quit yer goddamn yammerin’.

You’re willing to let a guy get you pregnant, you must be willing to trust in his judgment. If you’re willing to do the first of those without being willing to do the second, then your judgment isn’t exactly the cat’s meow either, so either way why don’t you mute it. Quit naggin’. Not chauvinism; just simple, durable logic.

Back to the interview. I think this woman’s ideas make a lot of good sense. I don’t know if she’s trying to put forth the appearance of talking down to men, making animals out of ’em, to bait the bitter (somehow married) feminists into buying her book. Maybe, maybe not. But watching other married couples, I’ve been unable to avoid entertaining the idea that perhaps some of these frustrated cranky married women are making some of their own frustrations in life. You nag someone, they won’t want to listen to you. You nag them every day, they’ll start to work pretty hard at avoiding you. You make a point to say nothing to them at all save for your next episode of nagging…well, hell. If they have so much as a drop of self esteem, you’ll probably never see ’em again. That isn’t being male, that’s being human.

I do not like nagging women. I don’t know if that’s politically correct, or even acceptable. It’s kind of an “if that’s wrong I don’t wanna be right” thing.

Rule For Living With Morgan #7. You call me on the cell phone, and my situation is more complicated than it was before you called, for whatever reason…and then you do it a second time…my cell phone is going to start having “problems.”

Leonardo’s in Trouble

Monday, July 14th, 2008

1. Leonardo DiCaprio gets it in his head that the polar bears are endangered (hat tip: Dirty Harry), even though no adequate census exists on which to base a worldwide population figure for polar bears.
2. Leonardo mails out paper packages to the public to get some support behind his Polar Bear S.O.S. campaign. The package includes:

a one-page letter from DiCaprio; two pages from Frances Beinecke, president of the NRDC; a flyer for a free Save the Polar Bear! bag; a donation form and petition to have the animals listed as an endangered species; and a return envelope.

3. There’s more…

The star has been criticised for the waste of paper and the hypocrisy of the situation – because he helped to spearhead the national Do Not Mail Registry campaign to ban junk mail earlier this year.

4. A citizens’ watchdog group blows the whistle on DiCaprio by criss-crossing the country in a fleet of SUVs to personally tell everybody what a big hypocrite he is for wasting all that paper.

No, #4 didn’t really happen. I made up #4. But it makes me happy to think about it.

5. Another watchdog group tattles on the first watchdog group, by writing notes about all the gasoline they wasted in their SUVs, sealing the notes up into plastic soda bottles, and throwing ’em by the millions into the Pacific Ocean.

It’s kind of like going into the bathroom with a shaving mirror, holding it in front of the medicine cabinet, and looking into infinity. So the point is, I don’t think you can blame DiCaprio for this. It’s built into the nature of the environmental movement. It’s more about getting attention, smacking the knuckles of other people, tattling, and generally bringing a stop to things — than about actually fixing anything.

So now it’s in an infinite loop. Someone does something, someone else calls shenanigans because by doing something, they’re “polluting” or “emitting greenhouse gases.” But in order to “get the word out” they have to do something, which means someone else is going to talk smack about them. Back and forth it goes.

I wonder if it’ll rip a hole in the space time continuum.

If so, that couldn’t possibly be good for the environment.

Global Warminator

Monday, July 14th, 2008

GovernatorFellow Webloggin contributer Big Dog is going after my Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and he’s found a whole mess of contradictions about the Governator T-800. Gov. Schwarzenegger is supposed to be a pretty smart and ambitious guy, but on the global warming thing he’s either fallen for a bunch of hooey, or is pretending to have. The propagandists have now been caught trying to sell us on the canard that “The Science Is Settled” — when it isn’t. They’ve been caught trying to snooker us into thinking science is all about arriving at theory by common consensus and then opposing any assault on it — when that isn’t really what science is. If anything, science is about something more closely resembling the exact opposite of that. It’s a process of gathering and validating information, and figuring out what it means…and it has nothing to do with forming policy. If you’re mind’s made up about that something has to be done, and you’re calling this “science,” yer doin’ it wrong.

The mean-temperature plotting is no longer shaped like something that will help the global warming political movement. It’s now widely understood that 1934 was a hotter year than 1998, which throws that nifty mean-temperature graph in all sorts of disarray. Ross McKitrick has busted the “hockey stick” in two. And what’s even worse than any of that, is that more and more people are recognizing the global warming political movement as a political movement.

It just seems, to me at least, an odd time to surrender to the climate-change dogma. “Throw It In, Or We Just Might Win?”

And then there is the Governatron’s own behavior to consider. His movies, arguably, are more environmentally filthy than the films of most other actors, both in greenhouse gas and other pollutants produced in the making of them, and the themes suggested by them. There had to be a “greener” way to kill the liquid-metal terminator than dunking him in a vat of molten steel; it doesn’t impress me as an environmentally friendly way to rescue your daughter from terrorists on the top floor of a skyscraper, to use a borrowed USMC Harrier jump jet. And then there is his private lifestyle.

Arnold Schwarzenegger scaled to the top of a large heap of candidates to succeed Gov. Gray Davis, partly because of his unapologetic attitude about his own habits. The cigars. The Humvee. Anyone else in California remember that? How Candidate Schwarzenegger worked the Humvee into his debates with Ariana Huffington, et al?

What’s happened since then. A couple movies came out? Is Govenor Ah-nuld really a convert to the cause now?

And what good does it do for California to be “in the forefront” in the fight against global warming — an effort that, if it has any legitimacy at all, is as contrary to any competitive endeavor as could possibly be imagined? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought this was something where if we fail, it’s lights-out for all of us. What’s the vision here? We’ll save the planet, but California did more than it’s share? Or we’ll bollux it up and go bye-bye, but in our dying moments we’ll think “if only everyone had been more like Kah-lee-fo-nya…”

It seems we aren’t even achieving that much. Quoting Big Dog…

California has all those movie studios and sets that blow things up and burn things down. They continue to produce TV shows and movies that emit tons of pollutants into the air. Has anyone shut them down yet? California also has a huge problem with wildfires right now. These were caused by lightning and have been burning for weeks. The amount of pollution [or greenhouse gases if you will] released into the atmosphere is more than some small countries will emit in decades. If one were to believe that man causes global warming where do we put the blame for this?

How exactly is California in the forefront when it blows up and burns stuff to make money and every time one turns around the place is on fire?

I think I might have the answer to all this.

A sensibility has arisen, and there could be something genuine about it — I can’t prove it or disprove it — that the next big economic push for our nation, and especially for California, is something called the “green industry.” I’m not altogether sure what a green industry is. Where I come from, an industry is something that is

the aggregate of manufacturing or technically productive enterprises in a particular field, often named after its principal product: the automobile industry; the steel industry. [bold mine]

And from what I understand of it, “green” is not “technically productive.” It’s a lot of people coming together and doing something, with a whole lot of folks giving orders to other folks. And money is definitely changing hands; but that thing we call “green” is not supposed to be productive. If anything, by design, it is unproductive.

But as the money changes hands, if the hands taking it in are in California, and the hands letting go of it are elsewhere…say, in the federal government perhaps? Well then I suppose for an economically depressed state that’s all we need to define the “industry” that is of concern to us.

I think what we’re looking at in our Governator is a walking manifestation of the Sinclair Paradigm. Writing in I, Candidate for Governor: And How I Got Licked (1935), American author Upton Sinclair observed:

It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.

So let’s give Gov. Schwarzenegger some credit here, especially if you are reading these words in my state of California. He’s probably showing prescience. Climate change is a big scam, probably the biggest one ever successfully perpetrated. But California’s “salary” is about to depend on the folks in charge never, ever figuring that out. Even though, in the hearts-of-hearts, they know it already. Just shut up, take the money, laugh all the way to the bank, and get back to that old grind we call the “green industry.”

And don’t forget to climb to the forefront!

Best Sentence XXXIII

Monday, July 14th, 2008

The Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) goes out this morning to Stephen Browne, who is struggling to figure out why so many celebrities and academics seem to worship at the shrine of Che Guevara. He manages to come up with this beauty that I suspect is timeless, although I can’t prove it:

Though I am one myself, I know that intellectuals tend to be more than a bit on the wimpy side. They admire strength, they want to be strong, but they don’t know what strength is — and too damned often they think strength is brutality. [emphasis mine]

Of course this needs to be complexificated somewhat. I’m not a big fan of Che by any means. There are a lot of people who feel the same way about him that I do, and we have it in common that we’re big fans of “brutality” too — which, in turn, is bitterly opposed by the slobbering Che fans Mr. Browne is trying to inspect and critique.

Not so much brutality; but violence when & where it is justified:

vi·o·lence (n.)

1. swift and intense force: the violence of a storm.
2. rough or injurious physical force, action, or treatment: to die by violence.
3. an unjust or unwarranted exertion of force or power, as against rights or laws: to take over a government by violence.
4. a violent act or proceeding.
5. rough or immoderate vehemence, as of feeling or language: the violence of his hatred.

bru·tal·i·ty (n.)

1. the quality of being brutal; cruelty; savagery.
2. a brutal act or practice.

There is a difference; brutality is violent, but all violence is not necessarily brutal even though some may errantly call it that. I wonder if justified violence, that was not brutal, would slake the thirst of these wimpy intellectuals who crave some demonstration of strength.

I’m struck by how carefully both sides of this split, while adhering to their most base instincts, manage to keep track of the ultimate effects of this violence. Some consistently champion the violence against that which creates or preserves and abhor the violence against that which destroys; others condemn the violence against that which creates or preserves, and support the violence that destroys what destroys.

I’m also impressed that “brutality” is a good word to use in this situation. We saw in Abu Ghraib how the violence that destroys that which destroys, was mutated into brutality. Those of us who support violence to destroy that which destroys, for the most part, withheld our support from this. We recognized the political ramifications of these acts for what they were, and understood that these were people who had done something terribly stupid that would bring danger to their fellow service members who were already there, or headed there. This is not the kind of violence we want or need.

Those others who support violence to destroy that which preserves, support violence that is already brutal. Saddam Hussein was brutal. Che Guevara was brutal. Osama bin Laden and his “freedom fighters” are brutal. This kind of violence has no line to cross. And so to those who lend their support to it, or delay their condemnation of it, or use the word “minutemen” to refer to those who perpetrate it, this is a meaningless distinction. So they can’t have their Abu Ghraib moments, because it is logically not possible. Such a moment would mark the descent into a layer of savagery, in which this violence already mired.

I wonder what would happen if those “minutemen” who are doing violence against our own troops, and in so doing earn the adulation and apologia from some of the fifth-column types over here — what would happen if those minutemen found sophisticated new ways to disable our servicemen humanely? Or without killing them, or engaging any other lasting effects? Would any of the fifth-column types give a rip about that? It does not seem so.

And so this is why Mr. Browne has earned a BSIHORL award. He has chosen his wording very carefully. The intellectual cowards who crave strength, knowing not what it is, are not impressed with just any ol’ “violence.” They are, and always have been, in search of cold, cruel brutality. Nothing else will do.

D’JEver Notice? VII

Monday, July 14th, 2008

This is not necessarily a Republican/democrat thing, or even a mainstream-media-versus-blog thing.

It’s more of a Madison Avenue prevailing sentiment thing.

If said prevailing sentiment is that someone is dense and stupid…that someone is

white, straight, male, Christian, conservative Republican, born on or after 1943.

If said prevailing sentiment is that someone is smart and brilliant…that someone is

white, straight, male, Christian, liberal democrat, born on or after 1943.

Got it? These do not apply to you if you were already alive before Pearl Harbor. Dick Cheney is not stupid, even to hardcore spittle-flinging liberals who have long ago built their own pronunciation keys for the word “impeachment.” He’s just plain evil. Bob Dole and Ronald Reagan weren’t really stupid — they were presented as thick, short-tempered, dozing and senile; that’s a different thing. Jesse Helms was no dummy, he knew exactly what he was doing. Evil bastard. Contrasted with those, George W. Bush is stupid, dense, incurious, poorly-read…as is Sean Hannity…and Dan Quayle…but Condoleezza Rice is not stupid. Clarence Thomas is not stupid. Clarence and Condoleezza are just “Uncle Toms.” They don’t call Ann Coulter or Michelle Malkin stupid. They’re just evil, bitchy women.

Barack Obama, who is half-white, is supposed to be brilliant. Oprah said so, and there seems to be some kind of super-majority of Google hits on “he is brilliant” that are directly concerned with the Obamessiah. Al Gore and John Kerry were supposed to be brilliant. They both failed to sell us on their brilliance, and supposedly that was because they were so smart we couldn’t understand ’em. Ted Kennedy is too old, though. That Madison Avenue prevailing sensibility pronounced Ted Kennedy to be chock full o’compassion for the “little guy,” but he was rarely if ever pronounced to be a genius. If Ted Kennedy didn’t get his way, it was rarely or never spoken of as a consequence of his being too smart to communicate with the American people. Homosexual liberals, Jewish liberals, Muslim liberals — they aren’t referred to as “brilliant” or “smart.” Ditto for women…they are “strong willed,” but when other liberals engage the mouth without putting the brain in gear, they usually don’t speak of those women as being smart. They’ll jump all over you if you call those women stupid, of course! But that isn’t the same as showering compliments on them for being super-smart, as they so regularly have done with Al Gore and Barack Obama.

Hillary was a remarkable exception though. She got to be a genius. I guess she got to be a virtual straight white male. Interestingly, when Bill Clinton made history by putting lots of women in his cabinet, I didn’t see it come into vogue to refer to this as a “brain trust” and I don’t recall even any faithful liberals showering accolades on the intellectual acumen of Clinton’s women. Albright, Shalala, Wood, Ginsburg, Guinier…once in awhile a mouthpiece might call one of ’em “courageous.” Another good buzz phrase for liberal democrat women is “fiercely loyal.” Dianne Feinstein is fiercely loyal. Susan McDougal was fiercely loyal. To be smart, by & large you have to be a dude. And straight. Nobody says openly-gay Congressman Barney Frank is stupid, or brilliant either.

I think our lower-Manhattan ivory-tower types are having a little bit of an Inigo Montoya problem with those words “smart,” and “brilliant,” “dumb,” “dense” and “stupid”: I do not think those words mean what they think they mean. To really get a bandwagon message going that has to do with any of those words, the designated target has to be straight, white, male, Christian and a baby-boomer.

There are exceptions to this. But very few. So if I’m to take this seriously, I guess intelligence is on some kind of bell curve, and we straight white male gentiles are clustered around the wingtips. With, or across from, Hillary Clinton the World’s Smartest Woman. The “big middle” of the bell curve is just an Affirmative Action dream, chock full of all the skin colors, religious creeds and sexual preferences left over. If anyone within those minorities possesses high authority, and a pronounced abundance or dearth of intellectual wherewithal, it simply isn’t worth mentioning.

I Made a New Word XVIII

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

Möbius StripIt’s actually two words…

Möbius Movement (n.)

A political movement that, through natural progression over time, comes to directly oppose its own most cherished tenets.

Examples:

1. Demanding diversity in the workforce, and eventually requiring discrimination.
2. (See the same link in the bullet above) Bullying people to acknowledge the contributions of women in running countries and companies, and ultimately mocking and dismissing the contributions of women in parenthood.
3. Opposing statism out of respect for human rights, and insisting on abortion being a human right.
4. Liberalism itself — specifically, when it asserts “everyone has to show tolerance to different points of view, and we’re going to obliterate anybody who dares to assert otherwise.”
5. As a political movement, pacifism is naturally inclined to fall into this trap. A mild reluctance to enter into war, easily morphs into an extremist resistance against any war, no matter how justifiable; and, invariably, that turns into the same belligerent “we must prevail, take no prisoners” attitude in domestic politics that is supposed to be intolerable in foreign policy. It’s happening now, it’s happened before any of us were born and it’ll happen again after we’re all dust.

There are other examples I can offer if I think on it longer, but I don’t feel like it because it gives me a headache after awhile, and eventually it ends up just being a study in chaos theory. Which means it’s an exercise in futility. It’s like listing the trillions of ways you can pick the wrong lottery numbers…except that’s a game of chance, whereas selecting a goal and working toward it, without contradicting yourself, is an endeavor of skill. We have a lot of people trying to do that — insisting others join and support whatever misguided campaign they’ve got going there — who are not very skilled at it.

Discrimination Against Men

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

Every now and then you run into a piece of direct, irrefutable evidence that those who push policies ostensibly for the purpose of making us equal, in fact, don’t have any egalitarian motives at all and actually want to promote inequality. In this case, it is nothing short of a full confession in NEWS.scotsman.com (and it flew under my radar over two weeks ago) — we learn of it via Exposing Feminism:

Equality supremo Harman admits new law will lead to discrimination against men

Harriet Harman, the Equalities Secretary, yesterday unveiled proposals to tackle the gender pay gap and outlaw discrimination against consumers on the grounds of age.

The forthcoming Equality Bill would allow organisations to hire a woman or worker from an ethnic minority over a white male of equal ability.
:
Ms Harman agreed the Bill could discriminate against men, but added: “You don’t get progress if there isn’t a bit of a push forward.”

That is the Equalities Secretary using the “can’t make an omelette without breakin’ some eggs” argument. Equalities Secretary.

What in the hell is in the water over there? And is it on its way over here?

Tea. Crates. Boston Harbor. Ker-SPOOSH.

Update: Whoever’s looking for some Yankee nonsense on our side of the Atlantic, doesn’t have to look far or long. And we find it in the usual place…Feministing! No, I’m not going to pretend it comes as a complete surprise to me that feminism is supposed to be pro gay marriage and pro married-gay child adoption, or even that I didn’t expect to see the bully stick of feminism brandished in its tried-and-true, “Can I Get An Amen Here?” type of sermonizing in this direction.

But I do think it’s strange that feminism supports gay marriage and adoption of children. Yes, I do.

But I suppose I’m guilty of frustrating myself. Me being silly. I keep looking for a common thread between these decidedly unrelated issues, some connecting-rod more substantial than “Moderate Conservative Bad, Radical Liberal Good.”

Look what we got goin’ on here.

You make a boys’ club while you’re running a company, feminists say that’s bad.

You make a boys’ club while you’re raising a child, feminists say way-ta-go.

Diversity promoted and encouraged, pronounced a vital pillar of strength in one place, and ridiculed and marginalized in another. Amazing.

Obama Joke

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

…but I repeat myself.

This comes from the pen of Tom Barrett, editor-in-chief of Conservative Truth and OpinioNet, for which I used to write, and it arrives via e-mail. Hits the nail right on the head, I think.

At a recent political rally, Obama tried to overcome these criticisms by emphasizing his commitment to principles. Afterwards, audience members lined up at a microphone to ask Obama questions.The first person at the microphone said, “I oppose the war in Iraq. If you are elected, what will you do about that?” “I will end the war in Iraq within two weeks of taking office,” answered Obama. “All our troops will come home, and I will simultaneously make sure the Iraqi government is functioning and secure.”The second person said, “I’m an illegal alien. What will you do for people like me?” “If I am elected,” answered Obama, “every illegal alien will receive U.S. citizenship, free health care, and a scholarship to the university of your choice.”The third person said, “I’m a conservative. If elected, what will you do for me?” “I’ll send that first guy to Iraq, and the second guy back to Mexico.”

WE

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

WE is an invention of Harvey over at IMAO. You can read all about the rules in the First Installment.

Then there’s the Second Installment.

And the Third Installment.

Harvey just (Thursday) uploaded a Fourth Installment.

I think the people satirized, are the same ones described in this little ditty at American Thinker (about which we find via Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler, via Rick).

We’re hip, we’re cool and oh so arty;
We’re Democrats, the smarter party.
We’re sophisticated unlike you;
We understand merci beaucoup.
We’re urbane while you’re provincial;
We’re worldly-wise, so existential.
We’re cultured, complex, so refined;
We’ve left you ignorant serfs behind.
We’re witty authors of clever puns,
While you clods cling to God and guns.
Were you not so closed and clannish,
We’d have you peons speaking Spanish.
We say all this with knowing smirks;
We’re Democrats, you red-state jerks.

Hood Rat Things With My Friend

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Got this one off Boortz’ site this morning. What a great kid! Looks like his social skills are all there and everything…

Update: According to the Urban Dictionary, “hood rat” is a real term. Be nice. Some of us don’t mature quickly enough to understand by age 42 the terms some of these seven-year-olds throw ’round…

Hood Rat

A person (usually a female) who exhibits a trashy or triflin demeanor. Their appearance and hygiene is usually unkempt and they are very promiscuous and often don’t use protected sex. They can be aggresive and are usually found in the “ghetto” (a car wash or park) or other poor environments (usually on the front porch) being unproductive to society living off Gov. aid. These type people are content with how they live and enjoy getting high and drunk on a regular bases. A female hood rat will be dressed wearing: store brought, colored, contact lenses, house shoes or flip flops; a nappy, blond or red weave; tasteless, faded and cut-up short shorts, a revealing top or jersey dress, and plastered with tattoos of baby daddies. A male hood rat will be dressed wearing: a funk that will knock your socks off; an Xtra long white dirty t-shirt big enough to cover a bed mattress; big heavy duty boots or 100 dollar tennis shoes (he probably spent his entire check to buy) and a plaque infested gold grill. Not all black people act like that, neither do people who live in impoverished environments! Some of them want out!

Peter Gibbons: I can’t believe what a bunch of nerds we are. We’re looking up “money laundering” in a dictionary.Office Space (1999)

Now, That’s a Lot More Like It

Friday, July 11th, 2008

The number twelve was built for this.

Who Thinks Up This Garbage?

Friday, July 11th, 2008

That’s gotta be just about the sickest thing I think I’ve ever read, thank you very much.

A Hoax

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Democrats Work For Solutions; Republicans Pray The Problem Will Go Away

Quote on the masthead of lefty blog Simply Left Behind.

This call for drilling in areas that are protected is a hoax

Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House of Representatives, praying that the problem will go away.

I didn’t know Speaker Pelosi was a Republican.

Aren’t you people just going to love it when Pelosi, Reid and Obama are running the whole show?

Boortz.

A Candidate For Our Times, If Ever There Was One

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Via Gerard

Firing a Roman Candle Out of His Butt

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Volunteer, unpaid firefighters, who receive awards every year for saving lives, are in trouble for engaging in “frat house” horseplay. Blah blah blah caught on tape blah blah blah underwear over head hostile work environment blah blah blah zero tolerance policy blah blah blah blah blah.

Ah, we seem to be split right down the middle on this one. Real people take the Officer Barbrady approach, noting these are the lads who might be pulling someone out of a burning house at 3 in the morning, for no pay…so feck off. And our bureaucrats who enforce zero-tolerance rules, intone in that boring nasal resonance of theirs, utterly devoid of passion since they can’t defend the logic behind the rules they enforce…but curiously, behaving in a way for which you need to have some passion…that fireworks are illegal in Maryland.

Okay, I think that’s fair enough. The law is the law, and all that. If you break it, it might be a good idea to make sure your buddy isn’t pointing a camcorder at you.

But one rapidly gains the impression that the manly hijinks are more of a central issue than the illegal letting-off of fireworks. In fact it’s somewhat ironic, I think, that legal manly hijinks are thought to be out of bounds — but if you damage city property while engaging in brittle, petulant womanly hijinks you get off scot-free. In fact, the city elders sit down with you, figure out what you want, and re-customize the road signs to your liking.

So…the hazing creates a hostile work environment, huh. At that rule against hostile work environment extends to firefighters, huh. Volunteer firefighters.

I think it’s time we admitted that whenever you have a squadron of hardy folks training for ongoing readiness to engage an emergency situation, you’re probably going to have hazing. If we have zero-tolerance rules that say that’s somehow not kosher, what we need to do is admit that in those emergency situations — firefighting, crimefighting, combat, toxic waste management, etc. — we aren’t really committed to making sure things turn out okay. Because if we were so committed, the message would be “you guys do whatever you gotta do, and get ready in whatever way you gotta get ready.”

I wonder whatever became of that mindset?

Now it’s act in such-and-such a way at ALL times…all hours of the day. Otherwise, make sure we don’t find out. And where are the lines? Oh, we’re not trying to get rid of any specific type of behavior, we just want more rules. It makes us feel safe. Besides, when your compliance with our new rules is a subjective thing, and everybody can have his or her own interpretation of whether you went over the line or not — you’re owned. We pencil-neck bureaucrats like owning things, so we figure ambiguity is our friend.

Makes loads of sense until your house is on fire.

Great video. Wonder if that “butt” guy got burned.

Thing I Know #130. The noble savage gives us life. Then we outlaw his very existence. We call this process “civilization.” I don’t know why.

Privilege

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Wow, talk about link spaghetti. Let’s try to keep it all straight.

Male privilege came first — compiled by, among others, Amp at Alas who explains:

In 1990, Wellesley College professor Peggy McIntosh wrote an essay called “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack”. McIntosh observes that whites in the U.S. are “taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group.” To illustrate these invisible systems, McIntosh wrote a list of 26 invisible privileges whites benefit from.

As McIntosh points out, men also tend to be unaware of their own privileges as men. In the spirit of McIntosh’s essay, I thought I’d compile a list similar to McIntosh’s, focusing on the invisible privileges benefiting men.

Due to my own limitations, this list is unavoidably U.S. centric. I hope that writers from other cultures will create new lists, or modify this one, to reflect their own experiences.

Since I first compiled it, the list has been posted many times on internet discussion groups. Very helpfully, many people have suggested additions to the checklist. More commonly, of course, critics (usually, but not exclusively, male) have pointed out men have disadvantages too – being drafted into the army, being expected to suppress emotions, and so on. These are indeed bad things – but I never claimed that life for men is all ice cream sundaes.

And so the list of male privileges commences, and what a Pandoras’ Box it has become.

Some folks like me will tactfully suggest that there, lies a lesson for us all. Anyway, here are the first five:

The Male Privilege Checklist

1. My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.

2. I can be confident that my co-workers won’t think I got my job because of my sex – even though that might be true.

3. If I am never promoted, it’s not because of my sex.

4. If I fail in my job or career, I can feel sure this won’t be seen as a black mark against my entire sex’s capabilities.

5. I am far less likely to face sexual harassment at work than my female co-workers are.

ballgame at Feminist Critics points to a creative destruction, and then responds with more than a few articles of Female Privilege.

His first five…

As a woman …

1. I have a much lower chance of being murdered than a man.
2. I have a much lower chance of being driven to successfully commit suicide than a man.
3. I have a lower chance of being a victim of a violent assault than a man.
4. I have probably been taught that it is acceptable to cry.
5. I will probably live longer than the average man.

This is then cited and linked by David Thompson, who points to a couple more interesting tidbits. An unbelievable article linking violence with maleness; yet another feminist take on male privilege; and, a hodge-podge of more bullet points for the female-privilege list:

Brandon Berg offers a few further points to mull, including:

If I marry, there is a very good chance that I will be given the option to quit my job and live off my husband’s income without having my femininity questioned.

If I become pregnant, I and I alone choose whether to terminate the pregnancy or have the baby. As a result, I can be reasonably certain that I will never be held financially responsible for a child I didn’t want to have, and that I will never have my unborn child aborted without my consent.

Because I am not expected to be my family’s primary breadwinner, I have the luxury of prioritising factors other than salary when choosing a career path.

Although I am every bit as likely as a man to allow my sex drive to compromise my judgment, I will never be accused of thinking with my clitoris.

Sweating Through Fog also shares some checklist possibilities:

I’m entitled to the benefits of a safe, orderly society, but no one expects me to risk my personal safety to maintain it.

When I find myself with others in a terrifying, life-threatening situation, I have the right to be evacuated first, once the children are safe. Others can wait.

If I see someone else being attacked, I’m not expected to risk my own safety to defend them. It’s okay for me to wait for others to intervene, and it’s also okay for me to criticise others if they don’t.

And this is linked by Ace, who is then linked by Maggie’s Farm, where I found it.

As an intellectual exercise, each side of this list-building is only useful to me insofar as it helps to peg down how much jealousy and resentment there is out there. That, and once again the feminist movement has been nailed the same way it usually is: It organizes for the purpose of calling attention to what females are supposedly missing, never once pausing to contemplate the surpluses that are packaged with those deficits. The unmistakable moral, which I ordinarily would not deign to repeat, is the one from John Badham’s War Games (2003) — but since that’s from twenty-five years ago I suppose I should go ahead and pop it up.

Joshua: A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?

The one from Teddy Roosevelt seems even more relevant…

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.

Obama’s Balls

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Funny Banned Commercials

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

We’re Not Selfish Enough

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Via Cassy, we learn of a DailyKOS kid who lets loose on what’s really bugging him about the US of A.

And with apologies to my friends in Canada, he claims to have been talking to one of yours…and, having grown up within a stone’s throw of your border, by reason of experience from those olden days which I’ll leave unexplained here — this is why I believe this is not a joke. Don’t be too offended, I like some of your beers.

You Americans Aren’t Selfish Enough
by LithiumCola

You pay all these taxes but you don’t want anything in return for it. You don’t want free health care. You don’t want time off of work. You don’t want anything. You’re not selfish enough.

You get mad when someone is taking welfare and sitting on their ass. What have you got against sitting on your ass? The whole point behind having a government and paying taxes is to have more time to sit on your ass. That’s what technology is for. You Americans work longer than anyone, pay all these taxes, make all these robots, and then not only don’t you sit on your ass, but you get mad when anyone else does. You’re fucking crazy.

You say, “people on welfare are lazy.” What the hell is wrong with lazy? Do you want lazy people to starve to death? Don’t you want to be more lazy? Don’t you want a hobby? Why not?

Again, I could understand that if you weren’t paying all these taxes, I guess. But you are, and you seem like you don’t want anything for it.

I see it over and over again and yet it continues to take me by surprise…just a little. But the left is everlastingly consistent. It has a message. When it comes to propagating that message, all work is worth doing (note that our KOSKid took the time to type this in…without a robot, I presume). All enemies are worth confronting.

Outside of propagating that message, no work is worth doing and no enemies are worth confronting. And that brand of nihilism — this is the surreal part — is the message.

It is self-reproducing, exponential expansion of quantity — with no quality. Do…whatever it takes…bear any burden, pay any price…to spread the word: No burden worth bearing, no price worth paying. Let the robots do it.

Borrowing the Playbook

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Barack Obama is being accused of borrowing pages out of the Rove/GOP “playbook” by none other than…Karl Rove.

Heh.

H/T: Sister Toldjah.