Archive for July, 2008

What a Little Hopenchange Can Hide

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Blatant hypocrisy, for starters.

Sen. Barack Obama says “Instead of worrying about whether immigrants can learn English, you need to make sure your child can speak Spanish.”

Sen. Barack Obama does not speak Spanish.

How does he get away with this? Too much right-brain thinking going on in his fan base…not enough left-brain thinking.

Hopenchange!!!

Jesse Jackson’s Hot Mic

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Might as well take my turn talking about it.

The first thing I notice, is how similar is the media’s reaction to a radical hardcore left-wing liberal getting caught saying what he truly feels, compared to a natural disaster like Hurricane Katrina. No protagonist; it’s nobody’s fault; both events are things that just “happened.” Well, in the natural weather phenomenon it’s the incumbent Republican President who somehow made it happen, but give the Jesse Jackson thing time. That’ll be George Bush’s fault too. You know if we don’t obey our instructions to forget about it, toot-sweet, someone in some strategy room somewhere will be brainstorming on a way to hold the current President responsible for Jesse Jackson’s latest embarrassment.

And that brings me to the second thing. Like Officer Barbrady said, “move along, there’s nothing to see here.” What a wonderful thing it must be to be Jesse Jackson! You get to express your profound regret that you got caught saying something, and this massive public-relations tsunami goes out…everyone should pretend it never happened. This is why democrats tend not to stand for anything. There are, in fact, deeply held principles in their camp; all these principles do not agree with all other principles; this causes deep divides and schisms that are well worth discussing.

But it would hurt both sides within the democrat camp to permit any discussion of them. So they remain undiscussed.

Here, the divide is over — and this brings me to the third thing — what is it we’re talking about when we use the word “responsibility?” Truth be told, this nation is chock full of reasonable, moderate-to-conservative people who call themselves “democrats” and look at the R-word the way any conservative Republican does: Responsibility is something inextricably intertwined with the decisions you want to make. Authority, autonomy, control, it’s-my-turn-at-bat…having sex with a good-lookin’ woman…driving a car. These all carry responsibility.

Well the truth of the matter is, Rev. Jesse Jackson represents millions of people — of all skin color — who don’t feel that way. To them, “responsibility” is a burden that bears down upon undesirables. Those who are seen as oppressors within history’s backdrop, people who run corporations, rich people, straight people, white people, males, white-straight-males, oilmen. We/they have the “responsibility” to provide…and there, there’s this huge exploding list. Jobs. Food. Daycare. Minimum wage. Education. Healthcare.

Obama just said “black people” — clearly, in Jackson’s mindset as well as in Sen. Obama’s, the useful meaning of this phrase is something that could be best worded as “our primary beneficiaries” — have responsibility. And Jackson was none to fond of this. On Planet Jackson, there’s the folks who’ve gotten away with stuff and are about to get their come-uppins, and there’s the folks who’ve been trampled and now get to live in utopia. And the latter of those two should not have to worry about any responsibilities, because you saw how he reacted when someone suggested something different.

My suggestion? Let’s go ahead and disagree about what responsibilities are. Let’s go ahead and disagree about whether Obama would be a decent President, or whether Jesse Jackson is good for America. Disagree about all that — but let’s agree the Officer Barbrady approach doesn’t fit in here. No need at all to “move along” from what apparently divides the Obama and Jackson camps within the democrat party.

This is a debate well worth having. What is responsibility? Are you burdened by it by the things you do, or by who you are? Is it a way for people to earn the privileges and the stature they want in life, to change what they want to change and achieve what they want to achieve — or is it punishment to be meted out to dirty rotten creepy jerks (DRCJs) who are somehow associated with historical skulduggery and need a good whallopin’ of some kind?

Because I don’t think this is a “black” thing at all. I think there’s millions of people who feel, when they see themselves or any of their peers or perceived constituents saddled with any kind of “responsibility,” for any reason at all, their first instinct is to cut somebody’s nuts out (or off). They seem to be angry people who have something to say. I’d like to know more about what they’ve got to say. I’d like everybody to hear it — right before it’s time to go into a voting booth and punch a ballot. Then we could show what we think of it. I think that would be a good thing.

Update: As a general rule, when a topic can be easily distilled down into a single intangible noun — Bill Whittle has an essay about it, and if that is the case it is an essay well worth reading. However, next month it’ll have five years of dust on it. Five years old, and solid gold:

Political Correctness, Deconstructionism, Trans-National Progressivism, Liability mania, Crime and Punishment, Terrorism, Welfare, Gun Control, Media Bias, Affirmative Action, Abortion, Education Reform, Social Engineering — all of it — will divide people according to their idea of Responsibility. [emphasis Whittle’s]

This helps to (partially) explain something I’ve often noticed about abortion, environmentalism and secularism. We have people who think humans have a “responsibility” to be stewards of the earth; we have other people who insist there is no such thing as God. There are people who believe when a woman becomes pregnant, it is the responsibility of both parents to carry the child to term.

Now, imagine yourself as an alien who is skilled in the concepts of human behavior, but wholly unfamiliar with our customs. You could be Mork from Ork, you could be My Favorite Martian, you could be Jeannie coming out of her magic lamp after two thousand years. All things dealing with contemporary events and prevailing notions, you need to have explained to you.

I think Whittle’s essay falls short here. You would have to logically predict, would you not, that the people who believe in God are the ones who insist we have a responsibility to act as watchful stewards over the planet. You would become confused even further once you were informed that our religious people are the ones (quite rightly and sensibly) who insist pregnancies are initiated by a Higher Power and it is a transgression into the glorious jurisdiction for any mortal man to abort a woman’s pregnancy. In fact, if one of your earlier introductions to this was through the Book of Genesis, you would become even more confused:

1:28And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

Once your “Master” or your earthly host got done explaining to you — no, actually, it’s our secularist types who insist we have this responsibility — you’d be mixed up about it for, I expect, an entire year or more. Yes space-alien-man, the abortion/pregnancy thing works exactly the way you inferred; secularist types insist there is no deity to be offended and it’s all about “choice.” But on the environment and “global warming” the whole thing takes on a hundred and eighty degree twist.

So this is where I part company with Whittle: The left does have a concept of responsibility. And they believe in free will.

What decides these issues for them is that they believe free will is only practiced by collectivist groups. In fact, it is a consistent trope of leftist thinking that free will does change the outcome of important things, and should. That they must bring it about.

But then they go on to believe, quite consistently, and often against the historical evidence, that this can only be done through “coming together.” An individual can’t “go it alone.”

I commented earlier this week that if global warming, for an example, was settled science as we are consistently told it is — we would handle it much the same way we handle science that really is settled, such as with regard to Mad Cow Disease. Grabbing hold of everyone we know, everyone within earshot and line-of-sight, and bullying them around until they thought of the subject matter the way we do… that wouldn’t have anything to do with what had to be done. Instead, we’d delegate responsibility for the outcome of the incident, to those who are best qualified to affect that outcome. And then we’d go about our lives hoping for the best. Nothing grassroots about it.

True leftists like Rev. Jackson, simply put, don’t believe individuals can have responsibility — except, as I wrote above, as punishment for historical wrongs. The more noble variant of free will, the kind that has to be embraced in order to enact positive change…that is reserved for groups.

Whittle goes on with an observation about an old speech made by Abraham Lincoln, that deals with the toxicity of the mindset disclaiming the virtue of noble, individual, free will:

Many years before his election as the nation’s 16th President, this man, Abraham Lincoln, spoke at the Young Men’s Lyceum of Springfield, Illinois on January 27, 1838. It is worth our time to whisper these words aloud, to ourselves, to be sure that we understand what he is saying across a gulf of a century-and-a-half of differences in rhetoric and speech.

He said:

We, the American People, find ourselves in the peaceful possession of the fairest portion of the earth, as regards extent of territory, fertility of soil, and salubrity of climate. We find ourselves under the government of a system of political institutions, conducing more essentially to the ends of civil and religious liberty, than any of which the history of former times tells us. We toiled not in the acquirement or establishment of them — they are a legacy bequeathed us, by a once hardy, brave, and patriotic, but now lamented and departed race of ancestors. Theirs was the task (and nobly they performed it) to possess themselves, and through themselves, us, of this goodly land; and to uprear upon its hills and its valleys, a political edifice of liberty and equal rights; ’tis ours only to transmit these, the former, unprofaned by the foot of an invader — to the latest generation that fate shall permit the world to know. This gratitude to our fathers, justice to ourselves, duty to posterity, and love for our species in general, all imperatively require us faithfully to perform.

How then shall we perform it? — At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? — Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never! — All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Bonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years. At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.

The idea of individualism, of personal responsibility, is the centerpiece, the granite foundation, of the very idea of a free people. For that reason, it is under direct attack on many fronts from people, who, through motives well-intentioned or ill, find such an idea intolerable because a nation of individuals is immune to repression, coercion, social engineering and control by the elite. The threat, as Lincoln so eloquently foresaw, comes from within and it is here, now, well-established and growing.

We have to fight back. We have to fight back hard.

We have to fight back now.

So you see how responsibility for personal defense ties in with this. And this speaks to why, when responsibility and free will become intertwined with accountability, for someone to take on the heavy burden of overseeing the outcome…this is a responsibility, along with many others, that cannot be delegated to a group. For groups are notoriously lacking in this accountability. That’s why the environment and other endeavors are wholeheartedly embraced as “responsibilities” by the left that in so many other areas, rejects the concept of free will. When responsibility has to do with finger-waggling, the left likes responsibility just fine. Unplug your toaster! Change your light bulbs! Drive a smaller car!

And it’s quite reasonable for you to pick up an undertone in selectivity about the finger-waglees. The left spends a lot of time and a lot of hot air talking about how, in these efforts, “we all” need to “come together.” Well, as always seems to be the case, “all” doesn’t mean “all.” We see that when environmentally-conscious politicians drive to their speaking events in SUVs that get six miles a gallon or less; we see it in the celebrities who believe in “responsible gun safety,” whose bodyguards carry concealed weapons.

That, right there, is why Jesse Jackson wants to cut off Sen. Obama’s nuts. Noble responsibility, the kind you intertwine with an outcome-changing effort that is truly great, is a group thing; it is to be invested in a group, so that when a bad plan turns to crap it’s nobody’s fault. The pejorative cousin, the “You Hafta Worry About This Because You’re A DRCJ” (dirty rotten creepy jerk) is an individual thing, but it isn’t there to achieve anything. It’s there to weigh people down, to punish them.

Whittle’s right. This mindset that individuals are incapable of embracing glorious and productive free will, the kind of free will that is necessarily involved in accomplishing great things, is treacherous, toxic, and will eventually kill us if we let it. We have to oppose it at every turn.

The Food Shrink Ray

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

You ever notice when people don’t put a lot of thought into something, they end up exaggerating their importance — and because they exaggerate their own sense of importance, paradoxically, they end up envisioning themselves as a bunch of lab rats?

That probably needs clarification. I’ll explain. Start with this article about shrinking food packages…

With fuel and delivery costs rising, food manufacturers are faced with raising their prices or giving you less, and it seems that less is the growing trend.

To Dean Smith, the two containers of Breyers ice cream looked exactly the same at his supermarket in Evansville, Ind. Then he looked closely and figured out that the old package was 1¾ quarts, while the new package was just 1½ quarts.

“You can’t tell at all,” Smith said.

But the article isn’t about ice cream. It discusses cereal, cheese discs, coffee, sausage rolls, kitchen bags…on and on. Each of them charging the same price, or more, for smaller packages.

But [Consumer Reports editor Tod] Marks said the practice was just a way to hike prices under the radar of consumers.

“It’s a shell game, call it what you will,” Marks said in an interview on NBC’s TODAY. “In these tough economic times … the worst thing that can happen for a manufacturer at this point is to raise prices. So they use this sneaky tactic of giving you less and charging you more.”

And consumers do notice.

“When you find out you’re paying more but getting less, you’re left to believe somebody is doing something wrong,” Randy Compton said on a recent shopping trip to an Apple Market in Mobile, Ala.

Okay, let’s just explore a bunny trail for a second: This complaint is going to resonate with a lot of people, who will then go on to complain how embarrassed they are in “the eyes of the rest of the world” over what huge guts and butts Americans have. And our nation is fat. And it’s true that charging more for less food is a covert way to diminish our lifestyles…but to be sincere about it, you need to put some real passion into complaining about one of those, or the other. You can’t have both.

But the primary thrust of my point here, is about the lab rats. Why do we have to imagine there’s always a sinister conspiracy. “Hah! We’ll put thirteen ounces in this ‘one pound’ package of coffee, and we’ll FOOL OUR CUSTOMERS! Muhahahahahah…!!” (Pause to twirl the tip of your bad guy mustache with your fingers.)

The truth is, this is the way competition works — the consumer is not so important as to justify such sadistic motives. And I would expect a Consumer Reports senior editor to catch on to this. If you’re charging 8.99 for a pound of coffee and your competition is charging 8.99 for a pound of coffee, and then the price of coffee goes up because the price of diesel fuel is over 5.40 a gallon, and your competition starts selling 13.5 -ounce “one pound bags” so he can keep charging 8.99…what’re you gonna do?

1. Take a loss
2. Sell your own 13.5 oz bags for 8.99
3. Keep the bags at one pound and sell them for 10.99

You don’t have to have a degree in economics or in marketing to understand options 1 and 3 are suicide.

This is nothing but economic ignorance. People had the thought in their heads that oil could go up to $150 a barrel, and the price of Nutter Butter Bars would stay exactly where it is. Well, they thought wrong. They got an education.

I do think it’s a good economic alert to sound for the retail consumer. But this is something you learn when you move out of the house and do your own laundry. All ketchup doesn’t come in 32 ounce bottles. But if you’re concerned about it, you can just read a couple numbers on the container of whatever-it-is you’re buying, and skip the economic-class-warfare Pravda propaganda articles in glossy magazines, masquerading as shopping tips.

Want a bigger jar of strawberry jam for your four bucks?

Drill here, drill now!

Birthday Present to Husband: Sex Every Day for a Year

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

Sounds like a bit of a dumb idea to me. A fun marriage is one in which your wife wants to have sex with you. A miserable one is one in which she doesn’t, of course; and if she didn’t want to, but did anyway 365 times out of a sense of obligation, well, that would be just a tiny step up.

But what I really think of as a walking death, is the kind of arrangement that is much more realistic and apparently much more common: The never-ending power struggle, in which a shared interest in any given situation is thought to be an impossibility, and every hour of every day is a contest to see which “side” gets what it “wants.” Yech. So for me, the interesting part was halfway through the article:

“To be honest, I didn’t tell my friends what I’d got him until halfway through the year,” says Charla [Muller]. “When I did, they were just incredulous, with most thinking that I was quite mad.

“One girlfriend said I must never, ever tell her husband what I was doing in case he got any ideas.

“What they took issue with most was the timescale. Some could see the merits in offering their husband daily sex for a week, perhaps a month. But a year? It was unthinkable.”

Wow, I hope this isn’t what it looks like: Sex every day for a year would mean no “Do This Or I Won’t Have Sex With You” for a year. The surrender of a bargaining chip. If that’s the case…and I see no reason to think otherwise…there are a lot of married men stumbling around in sort of a hell-on-earth. Just going through the motions of actually sharing a life with someone, but in reality each new day is sort of a “What am I gonna get outta him.”

The article, it seems, is really just an advertisement for a new book Muller wrote. She’s becoming a Dr. Laura wannabe; the book is about her husband’s birthday present, and what they learned about their relationship during the course of the year. Well, it’s kinda tough to take the position that the product isn’t needed, huh. Pop open the article — there are other comments about what her dippy girlfriends had to say to her about her birthday-gift idea. The comments are biting, scolding, cutting. They aren’t comments that would come from wives who are truly happy with their husbands, at least that’s my opinion. Really, I think I’d rather live on a mountainside in a cardboard shack with a 3 lb. coffee can for a toilet, than live in a marriage like one of these.

You know the perfect analogy to this: The candy vending machine. You want something out of it, you put the dollar in, you get what you want out of it. Sounds metaphorical for a man having sex with a woman. But flip it around for a second. The woman has a dollar, and the dollar is her offer of sex to the man. What she wants out of him, for today, is anybody’s guess…Mother is coming to visit, the windows need cleaning, I need to go shopping. So she bargains. The machine is obliged to deliver the goods once the dollar is provided. If the goods aren’t forthcoming, the machine can’t have the dollar.

After awhile, two unhealthy realities set in:

1. The machine acts like a “machine” and loses its unpredictability. All the decision making is left to the “human” which is the woman. If you know anything about women, you know after awhile women find this boring and exhausting.

2. Ask a thousand office workers who spend their days in proximity to a candy machine. Do any of them have anything good to say about the machine? No. So a wife, in that arrangement, won’t have anything good to say about the husband. There won’t be any reason to think she would.

Just sayin’.

Magazine Editor Vandalizes Signs

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Oh and, uh, as an afterthought, the city is spending craploads of money to get those signs customized exactly the way this one citizen of Atlanta wants them…because she’s an uppity, complaining pain-in-the-neck woman with a politically correct cause.

In the battle of the sexes, women’s magazine editor Cynthia Good said this was a skirmish she had to fight.

Across Atlanta they stood, orange signs with black letters that read “Men At Work” or “Men Working Ahead.” Sometimes, the signs stood next to women working alongside the men.

Good demanded Atlanta officials remove the signs and last week, Atlanta Public Works Commissioner Joe Basista agreed. Score one for gender equality, Good said Wednesday. “They get it,” Good said about the city in a telephone interview.

Womens' JobPublic Works officials are replacing 50 “Men Working” with signs that say “Workers Ahead.” It will cost $22 to cover over some of the old signs and $144 to buy new signs, said Public Works spokeswoman Valerie Bell-Smith said.

But, as I said, the editor vandalized the signs. And it seems that is the case, based on the tenth & eleventh paragraphs of this fifteen paragraph story. Three sentences long altogether, they are…

Good pressed the issue after Atlanta police came to her office last month on a complaint that she spray painted “wo” onto a “Men At Work” sign. Did she do it? Good replied by complaining about the signs.

Okay! So, she broke the law, and apparently got the city to do business exactly the way she wanted them to; got away with vandalizing taxpayer property twice, you might reasonably say.

But hey. At least she’s a rational, logical, thinking individual is she not?

Eh…well, no…skipping back up to paragraphs eight and nine we see…

Good, founding editor of Atlanta-based PINK Magazine, a publication that focuses on professional women, said she’s not stopping with Atlanta.

“We’re calling on the rest of the nation to follow suit and make a statement that we will not accept these subtle forms of discrimination,” said Good, 48.

You know — I’m not entirely sure I follow how the way the city of Atlanta puts letters on it’s signs (or other cities in “the rest of the nation”), reflects what PINK Magazine will & will not accept.

I await Good’s explanation. With eager anticipation. Meantime…and oh I do hesitate to say this, for I may lose my ample blogger pension…Ms. Good can shut her cake hole and go make me a samrich.

And someone do let me know what is to become of her, for vandalizing those signs.

Thing I Know #52. Angry people who demand things, don’t stop being angry when their demands are met.

Update: Some would say I’m not treating the matter with kid gloves like I should, throwing around such reckless terms as “uppity” and telling the uppity complaining woman to go make me a samrich. Kind of pushing the envelope, huh?

Well, fair enough. Maybe I should issue an apology. Before I do so, let’s take a look at the tolerant, diverse, balanced and multi-culturally-reflective panel of PINK people to whom I’d be apologizing. As you can plainly see, it’s an accurate and representative cross-section of everyone in America.

Fourteen people, two of whom are men. Huh. These are the people who want gender-neutral signs.

Ummmmm…………..

Apology withheld. I’m waiting for her to make me that samrich.

To Avoid STDs, One Should Avoid democrats

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

So says the very first comment in the under this video. The video itself is a project of TruthThroughAction.

I think if they want to call this their “premiere project” they should look at renaming themselves to something like Untruth Through Lack of Action; that is the subject of the movie isn’t it. Vote Republican, and some cute girl won’t have sex with you.

I remember back in my extreme youth, before Bill Clinton came along and before I had too many opinions about politics — I slept with women who wouldn’t have had me if they thought I was a Republican. I’m not entirely pleased with those notches on my bedpost. Had I declared an extreme hardcore Republican-ness way back when, and lost whatever opportunities I would’ve, I wouldn’t be the worse-off for it.

Then I slept with some women who wouldn’t have had anything to do with me if I had been a democrat.

So…all it takes is one “I only sleep with Republicans” type of woman who’s decent-looking, to raise all kinds of questions. Like — guys, do you wanna do it with a woman who only sleeps with Republicans? Because if she’s putting out, you already know she isn’t the militant-fundamentalist type. (And maybe you’d be better off if she was, but that’s a different question…)

Or do you want to sleep with a “lady” who’s been dreaming of chogging on Bill Clinton’s knob? I mean, it basically comes down to that doesn’t it. Maybe there aren’t any straight dudes putting this “film” together. Obviously, straight-dudes are the intended audience — and as one, I’m thinking the same thing the first commenter is thinking. Or more like “do I want to share some bucket o’meat trollop with that ferret-faced guy with his ass-pin on his lapel at the end?” And he looks like a pedophile.

And Lord knows what in the hell she’s carrying. Her STDs probably have STDs.

Poor silly donks. Backed into a corner. If only they had picked a decent candidate for President this year, they wouldn’t be so desperate. Bribing horny young drunk guys with sex for their votes, and it isn’t even real sex. Sheesh.

Memo For File LXIX

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Item!

Former work colleague Deanna Troi (not her real name) writes in with a triple-threat of an idea:

Three world problems solved……your thoughts and hey maybe info for your blog

Ok here goes ~~

1. The plastic floating in the ocean

2. The melting Polar Ice Cap

3. The increasing unemployment

MY PLAN….WELL………..of course you know its a combination of all three…….

Take all the plastic garbage and recycle it into a large plastic blanket…….in sections………..put it over the ice, melting ice, former ice at the Artic Pole…….this would create a large pool cover, blocking the sun from melting by insulating it .

This would generate jobs to gather it, create/manufacture it, and maintain it.


Ok….I know it sound silly and simple but……it “could” work……don’t you think…..?

Later Gator

Well, my initial thought had to do with something I’d been noticing for a long time: People in positions of authority, at some time or another, tell just about everyone you care to name to (to be polite about it) FECK OFF. John McCain’s said it to conservatives plenty of times, and Barack Obama just did it to our buddy Glenn Greenwald, to Greenwald’s great annoyance. But never environmentalists. Nope, environmentalists, who exist for the purpose of stopping things and making nothing go (except environmental movements), pretty much get every little thing they want, all the time. Big things, little things, in between things. Nobody in a position of authority ever tells a tree hugger to FECK OFF. With gas up toward five bones a gallon, there is more pressure now to show ’em the heave-ho than there ever has been…it might happen…but it hasn’t just yet.

And so it occurred to me that ignoring environmentalists would, directly or indirectly, address all three of these. Like Samuel L. Jackson said in The Incredibles, why don’t we do what we told our wives we were gonna do, just to shake things up a bit? — Why don’t we tell environmentalists to stick it where the sun don’t shine, just for a change of pace?

Another Item!

Gerard saw the clip we linked of that extraordinarily impressive montage of “I’m Not Here To Make Friends”…and he had an idea very much like Counselor Troi’s…

Could somebody please raise the money and gather the will to put all of these pathetic assholes in one single location and call in an overwhelming napalm strike on it? Please?

We’ll keep that one in mind.

Yet another Item!

Jessica over at Feministing, long an advocate of the hyper-populist “Can I Get An Amen Here” brand of feminism, which is nothing but a long procession of bitter hostile trial balloons sent up by feminist individuals for the endorsement of feminist groups along the lines of “I think this should be screeched at, can I get some help???”

Well. Jessica would like to let loose the dogs of “Can I Get An Amen Here?” feminism, upon some of those who practice it. Especially the ones who have been drinking before appearing on live and televised interviews.

For those of you who haven’t already been following it, here’s what went down.

Moe and Tracie appeared on Lizz’s show drunk. Very drunk, it seems. You can watch the whole video here, and the more controversial clips here and here. I was pretty much appalled by the whole interview. But it was the commentary about rape, abortion and birth control that have garnered the most criticism…The gist of it is Moe and Tracie said some extremely offensive and uninformed things – especially about rape – that they’re now being taken to task for. (They were later said to be jokes, but no one in the audience laughed.)
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Here’s the short version for those who don’t feel like reading this monster of a post: 1) Whether or not you say you represent feminism, when you write about the subject to a ridiculously large audience, openly identify as a feminist, and make appearances to talk about feminism – you are taking on responsibility for the way feminism is portrayed. 2) It’s awesome to use irony and humor as a tool – but if you’re not using it in a way that hurts women, is it really worth it?

This ties in, because I think Counselor Troi’s concerns about the floating plastic are an apt metaphor for the feminist movement. In the same way you can’t viably entertain any sort of plan that involves sticking a sort of giant pool-cleaner tool into the Pacific Ocean and bundle up all those tiny bits of plastic, you can’t nail down what the feminist movement is all about either. You find a feminist who gets caught unabashedly, unapologetically and unashamedly hating men…you raise the concerns this gives you about the feminist movement to another feminist…and you get back this doe-eyed innocent look, Oh no, I’m not all about that, I just want equal pay for equal worth!

And it is this kind of nail-jello-to-tree-ism that has given the feminist movement enormous benefit throughout the decades. They have been able to advocate the most hardcore, borderline-insane nonsense — like, for example, we need to believe Anita Hill over Clarence Thomas because “women don’t lie about this stuff” (That’s one of the worst examples, but there are others). Patently absurd positions like that one, are owned when it is convenient, and then jettisoned when convenient. The feminist movement ends up being a rather hodge-podge, disjointed, undefined pastiche of floating debris, just like the Great Plastic Soup out in the ocean. It can’t be criticized because it can’t be defined.

And now poor young Jessica has realized it is this lack of a endo- or exo-skeleton that has landed the feminist movement in trouble, so she seeks to lay down some rules about “taking on responsibility for the way feminism is portrayed.” Sorry, sweetie. You’re trying to close the barn door long after the horse has left. Feminism, in 2008, is about intellectual lawlessness. It is about extending the indestructible umbrella of political cover of “Equal Pay For Equal Worth” over the rigid, hardcore extremist types who don’t deserve such cover…the “All Men Are Potential Rapists” brand of feminists. They are, by design, all part of the Great Plastic Amoeba of feminism that has no shape, has no structure, has no rules, and therefore cannot be faulted. What dear Jessica is trying to do, is roughly akin to making a pet out of the world’s largest jellyfish, and trying to saddle it up.

Another Bear on a PipelineSo Counselor Troi…here are my thoughts.

1. Scoop up the Great Plastic Soup for those bits, as best you’re able;
2. Make a giant plastic bulls-eye out of it;
3. Take it to the Arctic where all the ice is supposed to be melting down;
4. Put our drunk feminists on the bulls-eye along with the environmentalists who won’t let us build any power plants or drill for oil;
5. Add to those, all the reality show contestants who “aren’t here to make friends”;
6. Like Gerard said. Napalm the sucker. That takes care of the plastic, the drunk feminists, the enviro-Nazis, and the vapid silly contestants.
7. And the ice.
8. Jessica will be much less stressed-out, too.
9. Plus, the contestants won’t make any friends, which they didn’t want to do anyway.
10. Check back in a year, I’ll betcha there’s plenty of ice, and plenty of polar bears to go with.
11. I got a feeling our population of brain-dead cliche-spouting reality show contestants will also have replenished (although I’m not sure about that).
12. And jobs galore. Especially if we make an annual habit out of it.

I just love the smell of napalm in the morning.

I’m Not Here to Make Friends

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Can The Blog That Nobody Reads poke fun at reality-show contestants who “aren’t here to make friends”?

Eh — I’ll leave the question to the philosophers. After all, we’re not here to…

H/T: Four Four, via Jonathan V. Last at Galley Slaves.

I Have a Question About Glenn Greenwald

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

How come when Congress does something he likes, it counts, but when Congress does something he doesn’t like, it doesn’t count?

Also, what makes him so comfortable as he so regularly speaks for his opposition? It has become a Glenn Greenwald signature tactic to bullyingly imply things are outside the realm of reasonable dispute, even as they’re being hotly debated. Like…

It was also as clear a violation of the Fourth Amendment as can be. For the Government to invade our communications with no probable cause showing to a court is exactly what the Founders prohibited as clearly as the English language permitted. [emphasis mine]

Come to think on it awhile, I’ve been reading his manifesto on this, that, and some other thing for a few years now…and I have not yet one single time come across a Glenn Greenwald statement to the effect “well, this is my own opinion, but of course I can see why a perfectly reasonable mindset might have a different take on it.” Nor have I ever seen him say something to the effect of “okay, it’s pretty clear to me, but I suppose it could’ve been clearer.”

I don’t think those exist in his world, for if they did, surely I’d have seen them by now. He’s one of these grown-up children — you know the type, the kind who insists all others have tolerance and respect for diverse points of view that he himself doesn’t have to show. He thinks a legal statement is to be read a certain way, and it’s “as clear as can be.” The test for clarity, is whether it seems to say what he wants it to.

And I got a gut feel that when Mr. Greenwald tells me I don’t need to go looking into the history or language-context of something, that’s exactly when I should do it.

Hat tip: That Other Glenn.

Prosecuted For Owning a Stick

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Via Rachel, we learn about Great Britain’s version of Joe Horn.

WTF?Yes, yankee liberals, by all means…we need to elect some leaders that will make us more like Europe. Tell me another. I’m more inclined to fly to Boston and throw a few more crates of tea in their harbor.

For more than two years, Sydney Davis’s house has been under siege from youths throwing stones. After two hours of bombardment in the latest attack and no sign of the police, the 65-year-old retired builder decided enough was enough.

As a particularly large missile landed in his kitchen, he grabbed a plank of wood from the garden and ran towards the gang to scare them away. The police arrived just in time – to arrest Mr Davis for possession of an offensive weapon. He now faces up to six months in prison.

Hey Great Britain — this American is ready to turn the tables on you. You need to realise how you look to the world community, understand that you are not civilised, and make some plans to apologise.

I’m awfully fond of a lot of the people I’ve met who have grown up in your fine country, and of some who still live there. But as far as walking that balance between civil liberties and prosecuting evil, you wouldn’t know how to do it if real civilization itself ran up and kicked you square in the ass.

Mr Davis’s 42-year- old wife Pauline dialled 999 when their home came under attack yet again last week, but two and a half hours later officers had failed to arrive.

The couple’s two sons, five and seven, were cowering behind the sofa when their father ran at the gang.

He recalled: ‘My wife called the police at 6 o’clock. But [the youths] just kept on throwing stones.

‘I have two kids and if one of those stones hit them it could have caused some really nasty damage.

‘I left the back door open to stop them smashing it.’

When officers arrived outside his home in Swindon, Wiltshire, Mr Davis was handcuffed and led away to the cells, where he was later charged.

The youths ran off. ‘What in the world is this country coming to that the police arrest people like me for protecting their own property?’ he said yesterday.

‘The police say they want to reduce crime, yet they let evil little toe-rags like this off. Then they prosecute hard-working, upstanding residents like me.

The law is, quite simply, a colossal ass.’

This American is all done being embarrassed for how you look at his country…for any reason.

Tea. Crate. Boston Harbor. Ker-SPLOOSH.

Rule For Truly Civilized Society #23. A civilized society acquits from all penalty, those who are found to have committed violence in self-defense.

Triumph of Tim Robbins’ Will

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Via Gerard:

My goodness, someone had a lot of fun putting that one together.

Thing I Know #235. What a self-parodying mess it is when a command hierarchy is constructed within any rebellion, for there it becomes undeniable: The rebel is only a fair-weather friend, at best, to the act of rebelling.

A Graphic I’d Like to See

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

As long as it isn’t too “graphic.”

Cassy is back from vacation, and she had one observation to make that made me wince, and then wonder…

…Bourbon Street was a wreck. And not from Katrina. It was just shabby, sleazy-looking. There were piles and piles of garbage and sludge — literal sludge — on the sidewalks, in front of the restaurants and shops, and in the street.

I’m about eighty miles inland from San Francisco, which is a little bit different: It’s famous for the human waste matter piled up in the residential areas.

PooI’ve thought, more than once, that when a city decays to the point where fecal matter can be found lying in the public thoroughfares…and then decays some more, to the point where said product is eventually expected to be found there…some point-of-no-return has been reached. I don’t really care if I’m alone in thinking that, but I doubt like hell that I am. You just don’t live where there are piles of fresh wet feces, human or otherwise, staring you in the face. C’mon, get with it man…that’s gross.

So the graphic I’d like to see, is a ranking of major U.S. cities somehow lined up according to how entrenched the liberal democrats are in that area. How much stuff they run, how long they’ve been in charge. Boston and SF on the left side, in the middle you have the cities where they just got in day-before-yesteryear, and on the right side you decent heartland areas that are solidly Republican. And then, overlay that with where the human crap is expected to be found lying out in broad daylight, just looking at you like a lost puppy dog. Measure it in casino odds, I guess…five-to-one or whatever that if you go on a three-mile hike on a random trajectory, you’ll find some poo. Or, poo-piles-per-square-mile. That would be the Y axis of the chart, I guess. Just thinkin’ out loud here…

Because you have to understand where I’m coming from here. I do not like manure lying out where it doesn’t belong. I really don’t. I’m a parent, I’ve put up with past girlfriends and their poorly-trained cats and dogs, and I’ve done my time with misplaced crap. I’m retired. To me, this is like a baseline requirement of any household, county, township or valley that is supposedly ready to have people living in it. Baseline. No paddies. Not unless you handle livestock as part of your daily routine, and then of course only from the livestock. It’s almost like another bullet in the list of attributes any civilized society should have. Kids are toilet-trained early, and until then diapers are changed promptly. If you can’t housebreak a dog, you don’t have one. Poop-be-gone.

So back to the graph of crap out in broad daylight, versus whether the place is managed and run by donks…you know you’d see a defined and distinctive slope. You just know you would.

Looks Like I Got salvage To Shut Up

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

We’ve been having a back-and-forth over at Rick’s place Brutally Honest, in which our resident gadfly regularly chirps off (read that adverb as: often as he needs to, in order to always have the last word). His comments make no sense. He is not there to change any minds. He’s said so. He may speak for some Americans, in fact many Americans, but he isn’t even positioned properly to do that because he’s just another bossy finger-waggling Canadian.

His most egregious sin in the intellectual realm is to skip back and forth — almost athletically — between “I must be right because most people agree with me” and “it just goes to show how stupid people are because most people agree with you.” He possesses an enviable encyclopedic and fully up-to-date knowledge of what the polls say at any given instant, coupled with a self-stultifying vacillating weakness about what to do with this knowledge.

Serious doubts have been raised about whether he is real, and whether he is sane.

But whoever or whatever he is, he always has to have the last word.

Until yesterday morning, when I said

You’re a cop, I’m on parole, I’m not allowed to carry a gun, you think I have a revolver in my pocket. So you say “I think Morgan has a revolver in his pocket and I want him frisked.”

Sig Sauer P220I get frisked, and you find I have a Sig Sauer P220. Which is not a revolver.

Morgan the parolee must have been a harmless teddy bear then, right? Just like Saddam Hussein?

I wish liberals like you had as much antipathy and acrimony for these deadly terrorists as you have for conservatives. I wish you questioned Saddam Hussein’s legitimate use of this deadly material, as passionately as you question the God-given right of law-abiding (non-parolee) private citizens to defend their families with Sig Sauer P220’s.

Perhaps this is the analogy that effectively conveys the truth, even to those who will put so much effort into staying ignorant with regard to it. The holy grail. When we confront danger, are we playing some sort of game like professional playing pool, in which you have to call the shot. One-ball in the corner pocket is all fine & good, but if what you called was six in the side you must lose your turn.

Would anyone use that protocol with everyday situations in their personal lives.

You find a nest of black widows under the see saw or swing set on which your kids play every day; fine and good, but what you said was “I think there might be a scorpion under there” — so you have to leave the black widows alone? What kind of sick asshole would think that’s the right way to go?

Sorry, that just cheeses me off. I know this was a cooperative agreement in which President Bush sought approval from Congress and the United Nations, and had to sell ’em on it. Whether that was a constitutional requirement (in the case of Congress) is a dubious proposition; the presidency, arguably, exists to sidestep bureaucratic committee-style inefficiency, especially with regard to military activities. And so in the months leading up to the invasion of Iraq in Spring of ’03, he became a war salesman, putting great effort into convincing mostly nameless & faceless authorities that Saddam was a dangerous dude.

Black WidowI’m from Planet Earth and have red blood in my veins. So where I come from, the real scandal — what was really “unjust and illegal” — was that this was put up for debate in the first place.

Now to be serious about it, I doubt the revolver/trenchcoat/P220 analogy is the “holy grail” that will shut these people up. I do think if anything would do that, this is a great candidate…but I labor under no delusions this has taken place. salvage‘s episodes of presence & absence occur in coarse, generously-sized chunks of time; as if his mommy decided he was spending too much time arguing on the innernets with those Damn Yankees down south, and laid down the law that he had to cut the grass in order to keep living in her basement.

Well, these people have a right to free speech. But down on this side of the border, I seriously, seriously do believe they shouldn’t be voting. If there is no legal way to deprive them of the vote, we need to create one and create one fast. I’m heart-attack serious. These are the people who say, if you find black widows under that play equipment, you gotta leave ’em where they are if you called “scorpion” or “snake.” They should not be choosing anything. Forget voting; they shouldn’t be allowed out of the house.

George W. Bush, Great Leader

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Not my opinion, it’s the opinion of a Muslim guy over in the UK. Holy cow.

Take the Iraq war for example. OK, so he got us into Iraq in the first place. But for Pete’s sake, he’s the leader of the world’s only superpower. He needs to take decisions, even if sometimes they have nasty consequences – which is far better than we do in Europe, where we enjoy dithering not as a means to an end, but as an end in itself.

Something had to be done about Iraq and our government was all for attacking it too. So let’s not blame G.W. for the war.

And when things did go wrong in Iraq, and there were calls to pull out, Mr Bush just followed his own counsel and doubled his bet with the Surge.

And he was right because Iraq is in a relatively better shape today than it ever was and Al Qa’eda is a shadow of its former self in that country.

This is a man who has the courage of his convictions.

Let’s not forget how Europe does wars.

Usually we wait and wait until the enemy starts attacking, then we let them win a bit, then we fight until we are tired, then we just call the US to come over to clean our mess.

That is what happened in WWI, WWII, and the Balkans.

Bush is just showing us what a bunch of dangerous ditherers we are and we hate him for it. Naturally.

H/T: Ace, who apparently learned of it via Conservative Belle.

Thing I Know #31. He who does a noble, brave, heroic thing, tends to draw a seething hatred from he who could have done the noble, brave, heroic thing — but chose not to.

What I Know About People Minus What I Was Told When I Was A Child #27. People who make a conscious decision not to offer help or defense to someone who needs it, don’t want anyone else to help or defend that person either.

TV News Cameras Were Rolling

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Rottweiler brings us a link to a story that ought to be truly amazing and depressing…but, on the plus side, as he points out it looks like we can declare racism officially dead.

A special meeting about Dallas County traffic tickets turned tense and bizarre this afternoon.

County commissioners were discussing problems with the central collections office that is used to process traffic ticket payments and handle other paperwork normally done by the JP Courts.

Commissioner Kenneth Mayfield, who is white, said it seemed that central collections “has become a black hole” because paperwork reportedly has become lost in the office.

Commissioner John Wiley Price, who is black, interrupted him with a loud “Excuse me!” He then corrected his colleague, saying the office has become a “white hole.”

And I’ll bet you thought you had to have an education to become a county commissioner. Mr. Price was then advised that Mr. Mayfield had not yielded the floor, and could he please allow his fellow commissioner to continue with his comments.

Oh wait, no, that’s not what happened at all.

That prompted Judge Thomas Jones, who is black, to demand an apology from Mayfield for his racially insensitive analogy.

When I think back to my professional career in network security, how we’d go back and forth debating the merits of a “black list” of network ports or web URLs versus a “white list”…oh, mercy me. Glad I wasn’t working in the DFW area, I guess.

As the story continues, it looks like we have a clue as to what might have set things off here, and what needs to be fixed to make everything all white again:

Mayfield shot back that it was a figure of speech and a science term. A black hole, according to Webster’s, is perhaps “the invisible remains of a collapsed star, with an intense gravitational field from which neither light nor matter can escape.”

Other county officials quickly interceded to break it up and get the meeting back on track. TV news cameras were rolling, after all. [emphasis mine]

Evidently, the panel of esteemed county commissioners aren’t quite grown-up enough to handle that just yet. Without having met Commissioner Price, I can’t really guarantee the meeting would stay “on track” if you closeted those cameras, perhaps putting a courtroom sketch artist in their place. But it’s something worth trying…and I think I can promise if the cameras do stay, he’ll become outraged at quite a few other things. Whether his future outbursts will make more sense than this one, is anybody’s guess.

Thing I Know #52. Angry people who demand things, don’t stop being angry when their demands are met.

The 68 Million Acres

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Phil got a letter back from his democrat Senator. The subject was drilling for oil stateside, and the text of the reply was predictably boilerplate.

Combined, oil and gas companies hold leases to nearly 68 million acres of federal land that they’re not using both in Alaska and in the Gulf. This is over 80% of available federal land and the federal government provides these leases at a discount. Congress needs to pass legislation that would force oil companies to fully utilize these existing areas which contain some of the most abundant supply of oil in this country. It only makes sense that they explore and develop the millions of acres they already have access to before Congress permits drilling in new areas.

Energy experts contend opening new areas like the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge would not lower prices at the pump for years and then only by a few cents. Additionally, it would fail to move the country toward energy independence. With only 3 percent of the world’s oil supply and 25 percent of the world’s demand, it is clear America can not drill its way to lower prices. Our country instead needs real solutions to the energy crisis.

I’ve seen the 68 million acres addressed in a lot of different places, but the best analysis that came to my attention was the one you can find here. To bottom-line it, looking for oil works pretty much the way you’d expect it to. You could buy land, hoping you’ll find some oil there but that would be ridiculously expensive. So the companies lease the tracts on a massive scale, presumably at a lower rate, for the purpose of exploration. If they find some oil, they have to take out a different lease in order to actually produce.

So there is just a smidgen of truth in each sentence. Nothing more, nothing less. The leases are provided “at a discount,” in the sense that it makes good business sense for both sides to sign exploration leases at one rate, and production leases at another.

The thing about 25 percent of the world’s demand and 3 percent of the world’s supply, is another interesting little canard. I’m not exactly sure how I’m supposed to interpret that sentence, and that’s probably by the design of whoever wrote it. Evidently we’re providing 3 percent of the world’s supply of oil but we’re creating a quarter of the demand, so we have to import whatever we’re using that we can’t pull out of the ground here. I do not know if “3 percent of the world’s supply” means we’re already pulling that 3 percent out of the ground as things stand now, or we’d be supplying that much if we were using the 68 million acres the way democrats say we should be using them. Since the 68 million acres is just a big ol’ snow job, and a fairly obvious one at that, I don’t suppose it very much matters. As Phil says, “I assume the allusion to accounting for 25% of the world’s demand and 3% of the world’s population is hinting at some sort of moral assessment of whether or not that should be so.” Hard to say; they aren’t really going anywhere with this thought, except to say we “can not drill [our] way to lower prices.”

Allowing all else the benefit of the doubt, the logic still seems fuzzy to me. We are providing 3% of the world’s oil. Congress lays the smackdown and says, you dirty rotten creepy jerks (DRCJ) in the oil industry better use those 68 million acres or we’re gonna take ’em away! The DRCJ’s get together and say omigosh, Congress is really getting tough on us. Darn those noble democrats and that strong-willed woman with the gavel, Nancy Pelosi! Oh well, we know when we’ve lost a battle. So they start pulling more oil out of the ground — now we’re providing 4% or 5% or 6% of the world’s oil. Yay, democrat Congress!

Well…now we have more oil. We import a little bit less…or we don’t import less…whatever. Clearly, oil would become somewhat more of a domestic product, and less of an imported one. Prices would then come down, because they would have to. The trade balance would benefit. And/or, the oil reserves. Supply and demand.

Bears Really Hate Pipelines Huh?I think Phil is right; there was supposed to be some “bash America” talking point stuck in the boilerplate, something someone wanted stuck in. Oh, that stupid piggyish America, guzzling more than her fair share of yet another precious resource. Well, it must not have been coordinated too well because they didn’t take that thought anywhere. I doubt I can find a plurality of democrats anywhere, who can provide to me one single coherent explanation of how this is supposed to work — how drilling more fails to lead to lower prices because we’re consuming 25 and supplying 3.

In the end…it’s just yet another example of a simple matter being made needlessly complex. We’re restricting ourselves from drilling for our own oil reserves, importing like mad, paying through the nose. We’re being sold a big ol’ bill-o-goods about caribou and fuzzy baby polar bears shivering to death because of our selfish oil exploration, a tiny minority of us are buying those bullshit stories, and so the status quo endures even though it does nothing to help us and everything to hurt us.

Drill here, drill now.

Sacrifice!

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

Carl at Simply Left Behind (which is a lefty blog) is opining on what’s wrong with us nowadays and sounding…very conservative

You get hit by a car. You sue the other driver. He hires a lawyer and sues you back to try to prove that, indeed, it was your fault for stepping in front of his car.
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You see a woman in an emergency room collapse. She lays there for 24 hours and dies. No one does a thing. Why? Because someone else should have handled it.

You walk down a street and a piece of newspaper blows across and wraps around your ankle. You stand next to a garbage can, yet rather than reach down, pluck the paper and toss it in the bin, you shake your foot and off it flies to litter again. Serial litter, I like to call this.

We fight a war in a far-off land, and the only sacrifice we’re asked to make is to load up on debt and shop some more. Arguably, given what has happened, this might turn into the ultimate sacrifice for many of us, but that’s a different story.

And I would add to that, the story of Sergio Casian Aguiar curb-stomping his own son to death for a full seven minutes. While bystanders watched.

A spectacle that shocked and horrified conservatives, while liberals made excuses:

“I would not condemn these people,” said John Darley, a professor of psychology and public affairs at Princeton University who has studied how bystanders react in emergency situations. “Ordinary people aren’t going to tackle a psychotic.

“What we have here,” Darley said, “is a group of family and friends who are not pre-organized to deal with this stuff. They don’t know who should do what. … If you had five volunteer firefighters pull up, you would expect them to have planned responses and a division of labor. But that’s not what we had here.”

Carl’s cognitive dissonance on the virtue of sacrifice is a source of endless fascination to me, in part because he represents so many millions besides himself. And while parts of his thesis make sense, together as a whole it is a baffling tangled mess of contradictions.

When the newspaper attaches itself to your ankle you’re supposed to bend down, pick it up, and throw it away!

Okay, with Saddam Hussein that is exactly what we did. Carl doesn’t like that…

But it makes sense! Because there was no sacrifice!

Yeah, well, we sacrificed plenty. That’s the point of all these war protests…supposedly we’re drafting our innocent doe-eyed children, boxing ’em up, hauling ’em to Iraq where they get blown up by the thousands. And that’s wrong! But that’s a sacrifice if ever there was one. So…your point?

It’s only the sacrifice of a few! It doesn’t affect everyone, so it doesn’t count!

We-ell, as I pointed out in my comment, in a lot of other areas a financial sacrifice is supposed to count, and supposedly, the Iraq war is responsible for crude oil that costs $149 a barrel. When we pull in to a gas station and have to part with $50 to fill a twelve-gallon tank, that seems to me to be a sacrifice, especially when by Tuesday of next week we’ll have to do it again.

Unless financial sacrifices don’t count, in which case Carl just nullified every speech made by every tax-and-spend liberal who ever wanted to “roll back the Bush tax cuts” for the virtue of sacrifice.

I think liberals like Carl are confused on the concept of sacrifice. There are two definitions to it: There is the outcome-based sacrifice, in which the “sacrifice” itself is just a negligible and unpleasant side effect in the process of upholding what truly matters. The narrower definition, in which the pain is the point, is what John Galt was talking about in that monstrously long speech of his:

Sacrifice is the surrender of value — of a higher value to a lower one, or of the good to the evil.

The code is impossible to practice because it would lead to death, and thus moral perfection is impossible to man.

The Doctrine of Sacrifice cannot provide man with an interest in being good.

Since man is in fact an indivisible unity of matter and consciousness, the sacrifice of “merely” material values necessarily means the sacrifice of spiritual ones.

The self is the mind, and the most selfish act is the exercise of one’s independent judgment. In attacking selfishness, the Doctrine of Sacrifice seeks to make you surrender your mind.

The Doctrine of Sacrifice commands that you act for the good of others but provides no standard of the good. And it requires only that you intend to benefit others, not that you succeed.

The Doctrine of Sacrifice makes you the servant and others your masters –and adds insult to injury by saying you should find happiness through sacrifice.

Somewhere in there Galt made a mention of the mother who went without eating so that her infant could eat; that would not be a sacrifice, according to Galt who was using the pain-based definition of “sacrifice.” That mother would be upholding an ideal important to her system of values, simply paying a price necessary to acquire it. Sacrifice, Galt said, would have been giving up her child for the sake of something not important to her. (Update: It actually had to do with sacrificing the child for a nice hat. See below. My memory managed to “sacrifice” the finer details to retain the overall picture; cut me some slack, it’s a freakin’ thirty-five thousand word speech.) That is what is meant by surrender “of a higher value to a lower one.” It entails a net loss, because the pain is the point of the exercise.

My thinking is, the people who agree with Carl, also agree with John Galt. Sacrifice is not about principles. Sacrifice is identifying what is important to you, and then getting rid of it.

Our liberals do not feel the conflict of this dissonance when they talk about raising taxes on rich people. Money is supposed to be important to rich people, right? And so we force them to get rid of it through higher taxes. When we talk about meeting the objectives, we already begin the process of losing the interest of our liberals; their eyes glaze over, and they yearn to spend their precious moments on a rerun of The Daily Show or watching another one of Keith Olbermann’s recycled rants. But we complete that process of alienating them when we talk about meeting the objectives through private charities.

This is because in the more specific, liberal-and-Galt definition of “sacrifice,” private charities don’t meet the criteria. They are voluntary. The donors are exchanging an inferior value, which is the cash that is donated, for a greater one which is the beneficial effect of the charity. They choose this. In so doing, they are upholding their own systems of belief and therefore are not “sacrificing.”

I suspect that is the real reason why so many of our liberals can hold their protests about the latest handy round body-count in our “illegal and unjust war,” on the one hand — and on the other, decry the lack of “sacrifice” that has been made in the war. Real people like you and me who have red blood in our veins and are from Planet Earth, look at that and say “how can you protest both?” The answer to that is easy.

Liberals are like the girlfriend who is unhappy with her engagement ring if the prospective groom still has money left after he bought it — the size of the ring isn’t the point, how good it looks isn’t the point, how much did it cost isn’t really the point; the point is, did it cost enough that it hurt him.

This is why their ideas are unfit for implementation in the real world. Out here, if you have a job to do, and you get it done but it didn’t cause you pain, that’s a success. If it was such a painful experience that it injured you, it’s still a failure if you didn’t meet the stated objectives. Reality says it’s all about getting the job done, not what you give up to do it. Our liberals don’t agree. They think, if you’re suitably diminished that you can’t do anything else, and your intentions were noble, then that’s all that matters. Whether the job got done, is just a side bunny-trail to them.

This is provable. Saddam Hussein is that newspaper flying about the ankles if ever there was one. One President kicked him aside to be blown further down the sidewalk, and another President picked him up and stuck him in the trash bin. Our liberals are furious at the President who chucked him in the trash bin. They won’t say why.

Update: John Galt’s comments on sacrifice, whittled down to the bare bone, heavily edited from the state in which they exist starting on p. 940:

The word that has destroyed you is ‘sacrifice.’ Use the last of your strength to understand its meaning. You’re still alive. You have a chance.

‘Sacrifice’ does not mean the rejection of the worthless, but of the precious. ‘Sacrifice’ does not mean the rejection of the evil for the sake of the good, but of the good for the sake of the evil. ‘Sacrifice’ is the surrender of that which you value in favor of that which you don’t.
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If you give money to help a friend, it is not a sacrifice; if you give it to a worthless stranger, it is. If you give your friend a sum you can afford, it is not a sacrifice; if you give him money at the cost of your own discomfort, it is only a partial virtue, according to this sort of moral standard; if you give him money at the cost of disaster to yourself – that is the virtue of sacrifice in full.
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A sacrifice is the surrender of a value. Full sacrifice is full surrender of all values. If you start, however, as a passionless blank, as a vegetable seeking to be eaten, with no values to reject and no wishes to renounce, you will not win the crown of sacrifice. It is not a sacrifice to renounce the unwanted
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If you wish to save the last of your dignity, do not call your best actions a ‘sacrifice’: that term brands you as immoral. If a mother buys food for her hungry child rather than a hat for herself, it is not a sacrifice: she values the child higher than the hat; but it is a sacrifice to the kind of mother whose higher value is the hat, who would prefer her child to starve and feeds him only from a sense of duty.
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Sacrifice could be proper only for those who have nothing to sacrifice – no values, no standards, no judgment – those whose desires are irrational whims, blindly conceived and lightly surrendered. For a man of moral stature, whose desires are born of rational values, sacrifice is the surrender of the right to the wrong, of the good to the evil.

The creed of sacrifice is a morality for the immoral – a morality that declares its won bankruptcy by confessing that it can’t impart to men any personal stake in virtues or values, and that their souls are sewers of depravity, which they must be taught to sacrifice. By its own confession, it is impotent to teach men to be good and can only subject them to constant punishment. [emphasis mine]

Now, I have not heard a single lefty-leaning Bush-bashing blue-blooder — not once! — seek to assert that the war in Iraq, oh dear if only it entailed “sacrifice” from us all the way that noble effort by FDR that was World War II demanded rationing of rubber, steel, wood, et al…why, then the War On Terror would be an equally heroic deed and then they’d be able to get behind it. I have not heard ’em say that one single time.

But I’ve heard ’em, many-a-time, throw out some platitudes designed to bully the casual thinker into believing that’s where they were coming from. That glittery, glistening heroic sheen of “sacrifice,” yesiree! That’s what Bush’s unjust and immoral war is missing. We aren’t sacrificing enough!

But John Galt’s words put that into a whole different light, don’t they. ‘Sacrifice’ is the surrender of that which you value in favor of that which you don’t. It is therefore morality for the immoral; it is a moral code for those who cannot appreciate having one.

Not that asphalt rationing would bring any of these nattering nabobs on board. It wouldn’t. If you parse Carl’s words very carefully, and listen to the other nattering nabobs very carefully, you’ll see they are promising no such thing. The universality of our sacrifices has nothing to do with it — the country is engaged in an intensive effort, there’s still a Republican in the White House, and that is all it takes to inspire their impassioned opposition to what we’re doing.

All the bitching about “sacrifice” is just a red herring — and that’s the best part about it.

The Man Store

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

A brand new store has just opened that sells Men. When women go to choose a man, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:

“You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building!”

So, a woman goes to the Man Store to find a man. The 1st floor sign reads: Floor 1 – These men have jobs.

The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2 – These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking.

“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the 4th floor and The sign reads: Floor 4 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework.

“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!” Still, she goes to the 5th floor and The sign reads: Floor 5 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have A Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6 – You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Man Store.


It’s our policy to give proper credit on these, and even to jump on a search engine and untangle the complex histories behind particularly popular morsels that have been getting passed around the e-mails and web pages for a few years. But only within reason.

Anybody who wants to do the dirty work, send the fruits of your labors my way and I’ll dutifully note the identity of the chauvinist genius behind the nugget known as The Man Store.

Best Sentence XXXII

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

Today’s Best Sentence I’ve Heard or Read Lately (BSIHORL) award goes to sonofsheldon, commenting on why we have so many kids in special ed lately…

Teachers aren’t trained to teach in the ways that some students learn.

It’s a Yin and Yang thing. When they’re at the elementary grade school levels, The Yang cram their heads so full of ways of achieving the desired level of collaboration with others — teachers, parents, peers, et al — that they don’t leave much room for retention of subject matter. Ask ’em a week after the test to recite the times-table, usually they give you a blank stare. The Yin, on the other hand, cram their heads so full of whatever titillates the left-brain…which could be the subject matter being studied, but is usually some super-special personal project…that they don’t leave enough room for the social programming that is necessary for getting along with others.

A balance would be a good solution. The one we’ve picked, though, is the easiest one, and the furthest thing from a balance: We put the Yang in charge of everything, re-defined their ways of interacting with the reality as “normal,” and relegated the Yin to the dustbin of special ed. Everything we can possibly do the Yang way, we do that way. It’s so easy to do, and comes so naturally. You can’t shut ’em up, so you might as well do what they want.

A kid who’s “ready” to skip a grade, rich in academic achievements but lacking in social skills, will be held back. But another kid who is altogether lacking in spelling-n-math ability, and at the same time a jibber-jabbering powerhouse of nonstop social interaction, has a much better chance.

I’m sorry. If you can’t see there’s something busted about that, yer just plain nuts.

Judge Demands Brevity

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

…by means of a limerick:

Plaintiff has a great deal to say,
But it seems he skipped Rule 8(a).
His Complaint is too long,
Which renders it wrong,
Please rewrite and refile today.

So says Federal Judge Ronald Leighton to counselor Dean Browning Webb. The rule in question calls for a “short and plain statement” of the charges, and Webb’s filing came in at…465 pages with an eight page title.

I am an egregious sinner in this department, but I am also a humble one. We can all use a kick in the pants like this one. Well…most of us.

Becky Has a Girl Crush on Sarah Palin

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

And I’m leaning in the same direction on this one. I first noticed Sarah Palin when Cassy jumped on the bandwagon last month.

Gov. Sarah PalinBec and Cas do not agree on much. I’m thinking Gov. Palin may be worth another look or two.

Becky made an observation that made me chuckle. And this, too, is worthy of some extra thought:

And, since I am terribly shallow, I have to admit, though I have nothing against pant suits, there is a growing hotness gap, between the United States and the rest of the world.

Ooh, cuts like a knife! Yes, whatever your thoughts are about hot women, whether you’re gay or straight, appreciate them or not…you’d have to admit Becky’s right here. The United States stands alone, as a place in which loud — not necessarily numerous — people think there is something wrong when a woman in a position of authority looks too good. When she possesses too much “male appeal.” We want ’em dressed down & dowdy.

Fashionable is okay. Neat and tidy is acceptable. But once a lady is groomed to such an extent that a man would do a double-take if he saw her in a crowded airport, she can’t have too much authority — in the public sector. Too many voters are thought to be out there who say “if you are suspected of showing too much friendliness and hospitality to straight males, then you can’t show any to me.” And it’s a uniquely, or mostly-uniquely, American custom.

Note that I’m not talking about bimbos. I’m not talking about anything immodest. I’m talking about mature, responsible, demure women who nevertheless make a gentleman’s mind wonder, just for a split second, what exactly her marital status is. Not Hillary Clinton. Someone who is feminine and isn’t afraid to show it. Condoleezza and not Madeleine.

Sarah Palin wears eye shadow, has a nice smile, and isn’t a wrinkled up old prune. That would really upset the apple cart in American politics, if we woke up one morning and found out she was our VP. It would…and it should not. When our powerful women have to be frumpy looking, there is something terribly, terribly wrong.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind?Don’t take my word for it. Check out Becky’s gallery of powerful women in other countries. We are Americans, and we lead the world in being able to say “such-and-such a person or such-and-such an agenda for everyone…” while, in our heart-of-hearts, we mean exactly the opposite of “everyone.” And I’m thinking that’s why we’ve had so many Pelosis, the first-woman-this, most-powerful-women-that, who are, by design, unappealing to men. Faces crammed full of Botox, wrinkly skin stretched tight, assembled there to remind you much more of a mother-in-law than of anyone you’d really want to be your wife.

But then there are Governor Palin’s accomplishments, and her positions on the issues. She’s “gotten elected” to offices and then achieved things. So in the job-experience department, she is exactly what Barack Obama is trying to be.

What Does a “Che” Tee Shirt Mean?

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

We got one possible answer to this when fifteen hostages were freed from the terrorist organization FARC, by the Colombian Army. The Colombians infiltrated the terrorist group by wearing…

One of the most positive side effects of Colombia’s rescue of 15 hostages from FARC communist terrorists was in dispelling the myth of revolutionary Che Guevara as a romantic hero.

Che, after all, was with the bad guys last week. The Colombian soldiers who freed the hostages wore Che T-shirts to convince the FARC they were fellow terrorists, and it actually worked. Within minutes, the hostages were handed over.

“They were wearing Che Guevara shirts, and I thought: It’s the FARC!” said former hostage Ingrid Betancourt. Her disappointment turned to joy when the disguised men announced, “We are the Colombian army. You are free!”

Colombia’s flawless rescue was one of the most awe-inspiring victories over terror in history, one that will be studied, celebrated and immortalized in books and films. All that will be forthcoming.

What’s important now is that Betancourt may have taken down all the haloed glory of Che by telling the world about the T-shirts, making Che a detail too important to leave out of any Hollywood reenactment.

H/T: Roland, the Gunslinger, at The Saloon.

Your Flat Screen TV

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

…is contributing to global warming (hat tip: Boortz).

A greenhouse gas called nitrogen trifluoride, used to make the TVs, is 17,000 times more potent than carbon dioxide, said Michael Prather, director of the environment institute at the University of California, Irvine.

But no one yet knows how much of it is being released into the atmosphere by industry, a report in Britain’s The Guardian said.

Prather’s research shows production of the gas, which remains in the atmosphere for 550 years, is “exploding”.

It’s only at the end of the article you read that this is all about the possibility of a contaminant, not about the contaminant itself. And this Prather guy clearly belongs to the “all regulation is good and doesn’t cost anything” crowd:

Air Products, which produces the gas for the electronics industry, told New Scientist that very little nitrogen trifluoride is released into the atmosphere.

But Prather raised concerns about companies being careless with the gas, given the lack of a regulatory framework.

Well, he’s right, you know — if this stuff is 17,000 times more potent than CO2, it should be taken very seriously. The first step is to find out what “very little” means in terms of what’s released into the atmosphere. A cubic foot per television set?

Consider the ConsequencesUnless it’s zero, I say we should use this to shed some more light on the greenhouse gas debate. We weren’t building flatscreen TV sets in 1934, which has now been revealed to be the warmest year on record, so this would be some sturdy evidence that the “greenhouse effect” isn’t the be-all-end-all. Sorry, but when you make superlative claims like “17,000 times more potent,” this can have unforeseen effects on your argument if your audience is paying attention; we’re spewing this awful gas, and even with that benefit we haven’t managed to get the “mean temperature” up to the levels of 74 years ago.

And, as the propeller-beanie pocket-protector white-coat-wearing regulation-loving geek points out, the production of flatscreens has been “exploding.” Logic would therefore dictate we can stop complaining about carbon for awhile.

Our Marc Foley Congress

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

Has the experiment failed yet?

If Your Child Doesn’t Like Spicy Food He’ll Become a Racist

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

Really.

The National Children’s Bureau, which receives £12 million a year, mainly from Government funded organisations, has issued guidance to play leaders and nursery teachers advising them to be alert for racist incidents among youngsters in their care.

FacepalmThis could include a child of as young as three who says “yuk” in response to being served unfamiliar foreign food.

The guidance by the NCB is designed to draw attention to potentially-racist attitudes in youngsters from a young age.

It alerts playgroup leaders that even babies can not be ignored in the drive to root out prejudice as they can “recognise different people in their lives”.

I’m just loving what comes next…

Warning that failing to pick children up on their racist attitudes could instil prejudice, the NCB adds that if children “reveal negative attitudes, the lack of censure may indicate to the child that there is nothing unacceptable about such attitudes”.

Nurseries are encouraged to report as many incidents as possible to their local council. The guide added: “Some people think that if a large number of racist incidents are reported, this will reflect badly on the institution. In fact, the opposite is the case.”

File this one under “everyone deserves tolerance, respect, understanding and acceptance, and we’ll oppose at every turn anyone who dares to disagree.”

There are only two things I can’t stand in this world. People who are intolerant of other people’s cultures… and the Dutch. — Nigel Powers, Goldmember (2002)

H/T: Debbie Schlussel.

Ego Boost

Monday, July 7th, 2008

So at Rainbow Bridge I’m stopping off, 28 miles into my mountain bike run, four miles from home. I’m re-hydrating and replying to text messages. The sun is just beating down, all the asphalt is throwing off the heat it’s been absorbing all day long. I’m wearing a thick stinky coat of 4 SPF tanning oil, and I’m about as dressed-up as Tarzan. And oops, I looked in the wrong direction, down, at my Revos that gave me a perfect view of my shirtless bod. Erk!

Didn’t look as bad as I thought.

MusclesI thought the bod would say, “Hi everyone, I’m that geek you used to shove in garbage cans, except now I’m at age 42, with biceps the size of rake handles, my girlfriend’s a great cook, my Perfect Pushups have a thick layer of dust on ’em, and I never jog because I am a Blogger Extraordinaire.” The bod would have been well within its rights to say that. Instead, it said “I eat too much meat and drink too much beer and don’t get my heart rate up as often as I should, but stay in shape by beating up on myself. If you don’t have what it takes to finish a fight, don’t start one here.” THIS…IS…SPARTA!!! Yeah…this is Sparta, with a gut. But with a real chest, and real arms.

Granted you have to be in your fifties before that message is flattering. But I’ll take it. Looked like — a prehistoric hunter who had the skills to keep his family well-fed. No such thing as jogging, but good at having adventures in the outdoors, thinking on his feet, and absorbing punishment. A visibly robust constitution. Like making it into the eighties shouldn’t be a problem. I would have expected much worse.

That’s nice to see. Us forty-year-olds are all about “where the hell is the halfway point?” Am I in back of it, on top of it, or waaaaay past it? That’s the health question for this decade.

Hot!But the real rush happened when I turned around and faced the river. A quarter of a mile out there, and a couple hundred feet down, were a couple of cuties struggling upstream in kayaks, one blond and one brunette. Half my age, tops. The blond, perhaps forgetting how conspicuous such a gesture would be, raised a finger to pull down those thick-framed fashion sunglasses just a sliver, and drank in some captivating visual in my direction…in which there was nothing to see…at all, whatsoever…save moi.

Heheheheh.

Honestly, that poor girl needs to raise her standards just a tad. But what the hell.

Today’s high — one one oh. Yeowch. When I finally made it home, it was nearly six o’clock. With the AC cranked, one bottle of cold water down the hatch, and then a bottle of sport drink, my sweat glands were still going nuts and they didn’t calm down until I swam a couple of laps.

I have to admit, this would not have been my mode of transportation if I had done my research. Not for that time of day, anyhow. The fires are beatin’ the hell out of us and the air quality is still pretty bad; this kind of physical punishment is best done at the other end of the day. Couldn’t be helped.

Five Hundred Fifty Metric Tons

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Via Rick, we learn about Don Surber’s handy summary of exactly what’s been happening the last five years. It’ll be a bitter pill to swallow for some, but let’s just see any from the other side take it on directly:

From Brian Murphy of the AP:

The last major remnant of Saddam Hussein’s nuclear program – a huge stockpile of concentrated natural uranium – reached a Canadian port Saturday to complete a secret U.S. operation that included a two-week airlift from Baghdad and a ship voyage crossing two oceans.

The removal of 550 metric tons of “yellowcake” – the seed material for higher-grade nuclear enrichment – was a significant step toward closing the books on Saddam’s nuclear legacy. It also brought relief to U.S. and Iraqi authorities who had worried the cache would reach insurgents or smugglers crossing to Iran to aid its nuclear ambitions.

Joe Wilson is a liar who should be investigated for contempt of Congress charges regarding knowingly giving false testimony. This yellowcake, though, predates that.

There is a happy ending. This stuff is not in the hands of terrorists, thanks to President Bush’s actions for which he has been hammered by the left for 5+ years.

When I was a young man just coming of age, I was told Ronald Reagan was a senile old warmonger because he was irresponsibly ratcheting-up an arms race with the Soviet Union; a little while later, as the Soviet Union came apart I was told it might be time to pay the piper on this as the munitions of the former republic came to a high potential for falling into the hands of terrorists.

So in just a few short years, the American Left has gone from arguing against the Reagan Doctrine, because of all the havoc it might cause through terrorists getting ahold of weapons and raw materials that would otherwise be unavailable to them…to an impassioned reprimand of anyone who might try to stop that from happening.

In November, they’re running for control of our military and our intelligence agencies. Their sales pitch? That they would bring about “change.” Huh. Yeah, looks like it.

Here’s an Idea About Global Warming…

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

…I’ve not seen expressed anywhere else. And I’ll bet you haven’t either. I was noticing a common thread in the global warming…er…I guess I’ll call it the mantra. And the common thread seems to place a great deal more priority on this “coming together” stuff than actually generating the results we say we want or need. It’s like, if we come together and work toward a common goal, and fail at it, we’ve succeeded, but if we fix the whole freakin’ problem forever but most of us sat the effort out, then we must have failed.

Our global warming alarmists insist it’s about saving the earth but it isn’t about socialism. But the goal seems to have a lot to do with altering our mindsets and at times it doesn’t seem to have a lot to do with improving the environment, much less saving it.

So here’s my idea.

Why don’t we handle it the way we handle Mad Cow Disease? Think about it. Mad Cow Disease, unlike global warming, has really killed people. It comes, and then it goes…now, how did we do that? Did we “come together to fight Mad Cow Disease”? No, we didn’t. We had people studying it, along with all other types of diseases, and we made it into a sub-discipline of animal husbandry and human/animal medicine. If you worked in that field, or were a cattle farmer, or worked in an agency that regulated the cattle industry, it was your business…otherwise, it wasn’t.

You went home and watched TV. Maybe you winced a little bit when you saw Mad Cow on your evening news, hesitated before tossing that London Broil in your grocery cart.

But you went on with your life, and figured those who worked in the field were doing their jobs right. (By the way, the Government Accounting Office busted the Food and Drug Administration in 2001, finding the proper oversight wasn’t being done; the problem was rectified.) Science figured out how the disease is caused, the authorities came up with the proper standards and guidelines, and the problem was solved.

I never once heard we “all need to come together to fight Mad Cow Disease.”

I never once heard of schoolchildren being sent home with coloring books, bumper stickers for Dad’s car, or other instructional materials relating to fighting Mad Cow Disease.

I have not, to this day, heard of a rock concert to raise public awareness of Mad Cow Disease.

I do not know of an Intergovernmental Panel of Mad Cow Disease (IPMCD).

Nobody was encouraged to change the way their households work to prevent the spread of Mad Cow Disease — other than vegetarians waggling their jaundiced, bony fingers at us to stop eating meat, which is something they’ve always done and always will do.

I’ve yet to hear of an international Mad Cow Disease tax.

Now, don’t ask me why Mad Cow Disease is different from global warming. You people who react differently, are the ones who need to come up with an answer for that one. I think, deep down, people understand that “climate change” or whatever you want to call it has very, very little to do with approaching doom, or climate science, or any reasoned analysis of the facts and what they might mean…and a whole lot more to do with social customs. It’s like a school dance, in which everybody’s supposed to move the same way at the same time.

But through Mad Cow Disease, we can already analyze our own behavior with regard to real threats to ourselves and to our families. When we understand the danger is real, we leave it to the people whose job it is to understand what’s going on and what to do about it. We do not grab each other by the lapels and shake each other and make nonsensical noises about “everybody coming together.” That is not how we address real dangers, even when those dangers are faced by “all of us.” When we address real dangers, we put the emphasis on FIXING THE FREAKIN’ PROBLEM and the man-across-the-street can behave in whatever manner he chooses to…we don’t care what he does. We don’t even give a rat’s ass whether he believes in it or not.

Hah! Maybe!

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Where’s my credit card?

H/T: Ace.

The Special Ed Explosion

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

Three weeks ago an expose appeared in Pajamas Media about the bounty on special education students. The point of the article: There are “lump sum” districts in which the funding for special ed programs is kept independent from the number of students enrolled, and there are “bounty” districts in which there’s money to be made per pelt, just like hunting beavers or mice. Bottom lining it: Since the special education law went into effect in 1976, the increases in number of children enrolled in these programs, have been registering at different rates. The bounty districts have the faster-growing enrollments.

Three days later, Laura McKenna writes in to say,

We live on a cozy dead-end street in suburban New Jersey with 13 school aged kids. Of those 13 kids, six qualify for special services and have IEPs, including my son.
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These diagnoses cause real problems in education. Many of us can think back to our own childhoods and remember the kids who were ostracized, lonely, strange, smelly, weird, hyper, and angry. Today, those kids have a much better shot at life, and at an education because they are getting appropriate services. With help, they are more likely to finish high school and even attend college. They will be able to more fully function in society and provide for themselves, rather than spend a lifetime on welfare.

Anecdotally, I haven’t seen a single kid in my kid’s special needs classrooms that I thought should not be there. [emphasis mine]

Holy crap!

So what Laura McKenna is saying, is half the kids on this cozy dead-end street would have dead-end lives and end up on welfare if it weren’t for special education programs. Right?

Call Erin Brockovich. Look for power lines, chemicals in the water, barbiturates in the asphalt, whatever. Something’s wrong.

The Pajamas columnists respond:

McKenna’s responses to our evidence fall into four categories:

Appeals to emotion and superior personal experience

Misunderstanding of the issue

Appeals to improved diagnosis

Appeals to the awfulness of the system

Tell me about it. I’ve been having this argument with people like McKenna, many times.

These people demonstrate intelligence, and yet they do not argue the issue rationally. I’ve noticed one pattern that occurs over and over again, that disturbs me more than anything else, is this: If you have the audacity to argue “Child X does not have Disability Y” (or may not) you will find yourself embroiled — in the blink of an eye — in a red-hot back-and-forth about whether “Disability Y exists” even though this is not what you called into question. I’ve seen it with ADD. I’ve seen it with dyslexia. I’ve seen it with hyperactivity. And then the anecdotes come out: This one kid, he had such a bad case…blah blah blah blah blah. And then you ask, what does that have to do with this borderline case that is the subject of our disagreement? And you get back this deer-in-the-headlights stare, and, uh, gee, well I dunno…I just wanted to make sure we’re talking about the same stuff.

Horsepuckey. They’re just being drama queens.

And when they demonstrate the capacity to pursue a disagreement logically, but not the willingness to do so — that screams money, to me. That’s the way people behave when they’re motivated by money.

Not all of them though. Some of them are parents. Parents aren’t all the same, it turns out; some of them want their children to be strong, and others want their children to be weak.

I think that’s why they don’t argue these things logically. If you argue something like this logically, you identify the areas of disagreement — this child cannot make it without specialized help, and if he gets the specialized help it will help him more than it will hurt him — and you make the dialog about those points of disagreement. That is not what these people do.

They presume this is “The Help That He Needs”; they go through the motions of leaving this open to question, but they don’t. They settle on it, and then they monologue outward from there, that of course he needs the help, I just pulled that one outta my ass. They won’t allow any debate about it, even though any disagreement confronted is supposed to be about that and very little else.

“Kids” who get put on this stuff, are overwhelmingly boys. The “parents” who want them on it, are overwhelmingly the mothers. Why do we need special ed? A lot of the time, it’s because the “parent” feels like she should be able to relate to the “kid” emotionally in every single way, and she simply isn’t going to be able to. And if McKenna thinks those kids belong exactly where they are, in a special ed program, well then she’s quite plain and simply wrong.

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.

Thing I Know About People Minus What I Was Told When I Was A child #23. People who are lazy when it comes to teaching their sons to be men, don’t want masculinity to be appreciated by anyone else either.