Archive for July, 2010

Expendability

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Can’t remember if I did this before. My memory says absolutely yes, but my search engine says absolutely not.

Regardless, it just gets funnier every time I look at it.

Changing the shirt colors was a stupid move on Rick Berman’s part, one of many. Yes it’s cheesy and campy and kinda stupid. But I still remember my earliest childhood memories when Captain Kirk would announce “Spock, Bones, Scotty, Chekov, Uhura, Sulu and Lieutenant Kowalski meet me in Transporter Room Three.” And we’d all look at each other and go, “UH OH!”

Good times.

Uh Oh, Another Lefty Caught Saying Bigoted Things, Time for Another National Dialogue on Race

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Old Iron at Naked Writing is awesome. Look what he found, and over at Time Magazine yet. Remember Joel “I Don’t Support the Troops” Stein, the American Castrati?

Our favorite little progressive punkweasel went back home and found out Tom Wolfe was right. Where, oh where, did all the white faces go??

Yep. Right. But it doesn’t get really outrageous until he puts together his obligatory hasty half-assed apology for it.

Eventually, there were enough Indians in Edison to change the culture. At which point my townsfolk started calling the new Edisonians “dot heads.” One kid I knew in high school drove down an Indian-dense street yelling for its residents to “go home to India.” In retrospect, I question just how good our schools were if “dot heads” was the best racist insult we could come up with for a group of people whose gods have multiple arms and an elephant nose.

Now, how many times have we had this feeling about our left-wing friends — they aren’t as offended as they pretend when they hear racist comments, their objections are rather rote & ritual & devoid of real passion…but they get extremely upset at you if you show your lack of schooling or sophistication. Learn some decent racial epithets you neanderthal you. Until then, you just don’t belong!

Onward to what I promised, the dessert course. The afterthought that was supposed to repair the damage of what came before.

Hold on to your hat, here we go.

I was trying to explain how, as someone who believes that immigration has enriched American life and my hometown in particular, I was shocked that I could feel a tiny bit uncomfortable with my changing town when I went to visit it. If we could understand that reaction, we’d be better equipped to debate people on the other side of the immigration issue. [emphasis mine]

Get that?

If we could form a better understanding of Joel Stein’s resentment against people with dark skin in his back yard, we will be better equipped to debate the other people who do not agree with Joel Stein. That would be those of us who think on the issue with sufficient clarity to distinguish between legal & illegal immigration. Now that open-borders-dude Stein has been caught red handed showing as risible a streak of genuine xenophobia as anybody, this tragic incident will help everyone to understand the others.

Where to begin.

Edward Carnarvon was a very decent white guy, Mr. Stein. In fact, since he was royalty, someone bothered to write down the date of his demise, 1327, and some conjecture about how it occurred. Legends have since sprung up around it, which are probably not true…but it occurs to me that this would be a very decent treatment for the likes of you, just to let you know how much we on “the other side” appreciate you passing your bigotry off on us. The more I think on it, the more I realize the sentiment cannot be expressed effectively by any other means.

I’m sure if someone did indeed shove a red hot piece of iron up his butthole, that guy was probably decently white too. So you wouldn’t have to worry about a demise at the hands of four-armed Ganesh.

Like I said at Old Iron’s place: ”Speak for yourself fuckwad” doesn’t even begin to cover it all.

Cross-posted at Cassy’s place.

“Why Would Anyone Want to Preside Over Our Nation’s Decline?”

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

“Hangdog Presidency”:

After 4 years of Jimmy Carters’ down in the mouth, hangdog,… we might as well get used to decline Presidency; voters confidence in Ronald Reagan’s enthusiasm and his self-assurance in ourselves as a nation resulted in a landslide victory in 1980.

Reagan’s election stalled leftist, counterculture onslaughts against traditional American Judea-Christian values. Like a new day, the very concept that anyone could achieve success through hard work was revived by Reagan’s inspired pride in our nations greatness, a satisfaction that we are a great nation that had been given to us as a gift from our CREATOR for a purpose: to honor the Almighty and be a shining city on the hill.

The 40th President summoned America to an “era of national renewal”. “It’s time for us to realize that we are too great a nation to limit ourselves to small dreams”, Reagan declared in his inaugural address. “We’re not, as some would have us believe, doomed to an inevitable decline”.

A man of great distinction, Ronald Reagan’s love for this country set the tone for this nation and he showed proper respect for the office of the President of the United States; he was a man of great cheer and good character,…soon enough we would remember why we need leaders with good moral and ethical traits. [emphasis in original]

Update 7/11/10: Preside away…decline away…

Volleyball Beats Soccer Anytime

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

So sez I.

Portfolio is here. Hat tip to William Teach, posting at Linkiest.

“The Rich Get Richer…” Yes, It’s Back Again

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

Susie Madrak, Crooks & Liars. Beware the wrath of the “Pie People,” especially when you see them actually using the word “pie.”

The Rich Got Rich And The Poor Got Poorer. But Ain’t We Got Fun?

Good thing Democrats control the White House, House and Senate, huh? Because we know they’re working hard to correct these horrible income discrepancies!

Bueller? Anybody?

The gap between the wealthiest Americans and middle- and working-class Americans has more than tripled in the past three decades, according to a June 25 report by the Center on Budget and Policy Priorities.

One Revolution AwayNew data show that the gaps in after-tax income between the richest 1 percent of Americans and the middle and poorest parts of the population in 2007 was the highest it’s been in 80 years, while the share of income going to the middle one-fifth of Americans shrank to its lowest level ever.

The CBPP report attributes the widening of this gap partly to Bush Administration tax cuts, which primarily benefited the wealthy. Of the $1.7 trillion in tax cuts taxpayers received through 2008, high-income households received by far the largest — not only in amount but also as a percentage of income — which shifted the concentration of after-tax income toward the top of the spectrum.

The average household in the top 1 percent earned $1.3 million after taxes in 2007, up $88,800 just from the prior year, while the income of the average middle-income household hovered around $55,300. While the nation’s total income has grown sharply since 1979, according to the CBPP report, the wealthiest households have claimed an increasingly large share of the pie.

Arloc Sherman, a researcher for CBPP, said the income gap is expanding not because the middle class is losing income, but because the wealthiest incomes are skyrocketing. [emphasis in Crooks & Liars transcript]

Check out the first two comments…comedy gold…

Isn’t this one of the reasons

Isn’t this one of the reasons this country was founded in the first place? Because us peasants were fed up? To bad for us peasants all land has been discovered and we have place else to go. We just have to keep bending over. Difference between the 17 hundreds is the rich don’t call themselves royalty, they just get perks and act like it. The tea party don’t understand the real reason for a revolution.

Not Really…

It is time Americans invested in an actual critical historical education and stop regurgitating PR tall tales. … this country was founded by a bunch of rich white slave owners who wanted to be free*

* freedom to the founding fathers meant: to conduct their business as they wanted without having to pay taxes.

This is a country founded by rich people for rich people. Seriously, how long of a pattern people need to see before they get the message? Can you tell me any significant period of time (other than FDR’s presidency) where the bidding of rich Americans and corporate interests haven’t been the overriding policy factor in the majority of policys/actions by the US government?

Don’t laugh too hard though. One of these deluded souls, or perhaps both, might be a public school history teacher.

I didn’t study the comments too closely. So maybe someone pointed this out: If you crack open the study itself you see the data cover a period ending just as the democrats were taking over Congress. So if they’re really upset that there’s one country left on the globe in which it’s possible for an individual or a household to make it, there’s just barely enough hard information here to “justify” some righteous rage directed at the GOP — again.

So keep your hopes up, Pie People. The democrats are still hard at work making sure we’re all past that…whaddya call it? That “certain point where you’ve made enough money,” yeah that’s it. And then nobody will be allowed to make a nickel more than the government says they should be allowed to make, and if they do, there’ll be an Internal Revenue Service agent on their front porch, to take away whatever some bureaucrat three thousand miles away has decided is “excess.”

And then we’ll all truly be “free.”

Good Lord, what miserable people. By which I mean, making misery and living it as well…

Hey, just out of curiosity, how fast can you move with a cord binding your ankles, ensuring your feet can never move too far apart from each other?

D’JEver Notice? LVIII

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

Looks like I have a conflict going with a gentleman who thinks the ADD Song is insensitive to his, uh, er, disability. This particular item represents one of the very few times I do a triple-cross-posting. ADD Guy followed all the cross-posting links, to each copy of this, one at a time, and entered exactly the same comment at all three places. I watched him doing it.

Nice… Thanks for mocking a disorder that cripples some of us from having a normal life. 😡

Thanks Bunches. 🙄

As I pointed out, this behavior displays a lot of strengths which are supposed to be beyond the reach of those who are “crippled” from “having a normal life” by such a malady.

I pronounce you cured. You don’t have ADD.

People with these “softer” disabilities, the ones that are “diagnosed” as a matter of human opinion — once they catch an inkling that someone, somewhere, might regard their personal disability as maybe decisional, in the adrenaline of the moment suddenly lose that disability.

This is beyond absurd. It’s as if I suggested a guy in a wheelchair might be faking it, and in retaliation he stands up, walks over, kicks me in the ass, then goes back & sits down again. That oughtta show me!

“Yes, We Did!”

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

That’s His Royal Majesty’s new campaign slogan.

The Blog That Nobody Reads offers its profound congratulations to the Republican infiltrator who managed to take over that brainstorming session.

In response to the question this just naturally brings up, “Did What?,” FrankJ has a list, and so does fellow Right Wing News contributor Heather Bachman.

Don’t you see? We don’t have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I can overthrow him. And together you and I can rule the galaxy! Make things the way we want them to be! You don’t believe me, do you?

Darth Vader.

Cross-posted at Cassy’s.

Maslow’s Many Hammers

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

“He that is good with a hammer tends to think everything is a nail,” said Abraham Maslow, he of the Maslow Pyramid fame. This is an excellent point; it is so worthy that it has given birth to what has become known as the Law of the Instrument. A craftsman settles upon a procedure for solving a given problem, tailoring the solution to his inventory of available tools rather than to the nature of the problem.

There are many variations of this. In software development I’ve had an opportunity to see them first hand. There may be more that I have not yet encountered, but I thought I’d make a little list of what I can recall personally:

1. When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
2. When you have drawn lots of attention to your hammer, everything looks like a nail.
3. When you have invested lots of money or time in your hammer, everything looks like a nail.
4. If you’ve just stabbed yourself with a screwdriver, lots of things tend to start looking like nails.
5. When you are in a position to invoice on a per-hammer-swing basis, lots of things look like nails.
6. If you find out your wife is leaving you for a riveter, things look a lot like nails.
7. When the person in the room who talks the loudest says it’s a nail, it starts to look like a nail.
8. When you’ve just finished pounding in lots of nails, the next thing looks a lot like a nail.
9. When you’re on a deadline that allows for pounding but not riveting or driving, everything looks like a nail.
10. When you’ve earned a degree in pounding nails with hammers, everything looks like a nail.
11. If the hammer is a fan of your sports team and the carpet-stapler roots for the other side, things look like nails.
12. After you’ve read a particularly well-written book about hammers, things look like nails even when you haven’t gone out and bought yourself a hammer yet.

Girls and Women on the Hello Kitty of Bloggin’

Friday, July 9th, 2010

…which is the slang-speak we use here, at The Blog That Nobody Reads (anyway), for — you guessed it — FaceBook! And yes, keen-eyed observers have noticed that although we are indeed on it, we really don’t spend much time there and we take it a little bit less than completely seriously.

Hello Kitty Blog GirlAs a blog, we go back to 2004, the year of Facebook’s origin…way before it emerged as any kind of a phenom. It’s just hard for us to see it as a serious player.

Melissa has a study in hand and it’s a little mind-blowing, although the contents therein are not altogether unexpected.

Young women are becoming more and more dependent on social media and checking on their social networks, according to a new study released earlier today by Oxygen Media and Lightspeed Research. In fact, as many as one-third of women aged 18-34 check Facebook when they first wake up, even before they get to the bathroom. [emphasis mine]

That’s a little bit excessive. Me, I power on the mini-notebook on my way into the bathroom, and when I come back out again I check my e-mail…then find out what’s going on in the world. Then maybe blog something while the coffee’s brewing.

See, that’s sensible. Blogging is a more manual process. And it doesn’t really revolve around feedback. Facebook is a cocktail party, blogging is more like a billboard.

Hey, while we’re discussing differences between blogging and FaceBook, let’s dig into my “Beat Up On FaceBook” file. It’s fun to make fun of FaceBook.

1. FaceBook is a blog you wind up with a little key
2. FaceBook is a blog printed up with pleasing primary and pastel colors
3. FaceBook is a blog that, when you drop it in the bathtub, it floats
4. Blog is to CAD program as FaceBook is to an Etch-a-Sketch
5. If FaceBook was a movie, it would be a guilty-pleasure flick…like “Joe vs. the Volcano” or “Road House”
6. FaceBook is a blog you can gnaw on to help your teeth come out
7. Forget my earlier snarky comment about an automatic transmission; you have to pedal FaceBook with your feet to make it go
8. FaceBook reminds me of that crocodile in the comic strip who can’t kill the zebra living next door and his parents get all ashamed of him when he orders out for cardboard tubs of fried chicken
9. FaceBook is a blog that says one of five things when you pull on its li’l cord
10. FaceBook is a blog you push along on the ground while making an engine sound with your lips
11. Facebook is the Jar Jar Binks of blogging, with much better public relations
12. Facebook is a blog carrying a little tiny dog around in a purse
13. “Blogger” uses a bottle opener; WordPress twists the cap off with its bare hand; FaceBook punches a little hole in the box with the straw that was taped on to the side
14. If “House of Eratosthenes” resided primarily on FaceBook, it would be made out of Lincoln Logs
15. FaceBook is the “Twilight Series” of blogs
16. FaceBook is a blog that comes with crayons and a puzzle
17. If FaceBook was really a book, it would be something by Dr. Seuss
18. If FaceBook was an entree, it would be a grilled cheese sandwich that your momma could’ve made you at home
19. Blogging can be crackers, beer nuts or cashews; FaceBook is Teddy Grahams and, sometimes, Cheerios in a little sandwich baggie
20. When FaceBook writes its own name, it wishes it ended with the letter “i” so it could dot it with a little heart

Management by Random Drop

Friday, July 9th, 2010

Technology/Office type stuff. Yes, Morgan is indulging his rare habit of writing about his vocation, and on a Friday night.

This one just spoke to me, and it’s been in my “tall” stack of stuff ever since. Time to put it where I can search for it, it’s decent enough. And so, so true.

Consider the following 3 step model of project management:

1. Proposal. The engineering team proposes a cool idea for a product that will make millions of $, Rs, Baht or other currency.

2. Random Wait. Management makes a non-committal response and waits a random amount of time. Some management styles encourage their managers to produce an intermittent buzzing noise during this time, to convey to the team that they are working.

The engineering team starts work.

3. Drop! Manager says “No!”. The project gets cancelled.

The job of the engineering team is to get the product finished and in the customer’s hands before the “No!” descends. [emphasis mine]

Right about now you’re double-checking that link to see if I got this from Dilbert. Nope.

The last two lines are killer, and I mean that in a good way.

Survival Strategy: Since projects can get the axe at any time, the only reliable way of getting the project out of the door is to have finished the work before going to management for approval.

Then, once approval is granted, you use the time gained to work on the next project. <grin>

The ADD Song

Friday, July 9th, 2010

Swiped from my brother, over at the Hello Kitty of Bloggin’.

Cross-posted at Cassy’s place and at Right Wing News.

“Isn’t That the Real Definition of Being Cool?”

Friday, July 9th, 2010

It’s as good as any other, as far as I’m concerned. Wisdom from my blogger buddy Mark up in Puget Sound…

There is a brand of conservatism loose in the country that is seeking to compete at the game of “cool” with our more practiced liberal friends. Personified by the likes of GOP Chairman Michael Steele and to a lesser degree Mike Huckabee, they are square sorts who instead of embracing their squareness try to come across as “hip” or “with it” by adopting what the culture deems as cool at any given moment in the form of painfully forced “jive talk” or playing bass in a TV band. As soon as they pull this “Look, I can be cool too” persona out of their bag of tricks they have lost me. Like Pat Boone covering a Fats Domino tune, it might be a perfectly nice song but he is bound to butcher it. Better he stick to sappy ballads and crooning love songs because that is who he is. I may not like his music but I can respect him for remaining true to himself and being comfortable in his own skin. Isn’t that the real definition of being cool?

Obama Being Tough on Business: Who Ya Gonna Believe, Rahm or Your Lyin’ Eyes?

Friday, July 9th, 2010

Politico:

The White House has launched a coordinated campaign to push back against the perception taking hold in corporate America and on Wall Street that President Barack Obama is promoting an anti-business agenda.

Obama has been happy to be seen by voters as cracking down on Wall Street but those efforts have had an unintended result: feeding a sense that the president and his party are indifferent or even actively hostile toward big business, whether those businesses are Silicon Valley tech companies, Midwestern manufacturers or Main Street small businesses.
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In a Thursday interview, White House chief of staff Rahm Emanuel argued that rather than recoiling against Obama, business leaders should be grateful for his support on at least a half-dozen counts: his advocacy of greater international trade and education reform open markets despite union skepticism; his rejection of calls from some quarters to nationalize banks during the financial meltdown; the rescue of the automobile industry; the fact that the overhaul of health care preserved the private delivery system; the fact that billions in the stimulus package benefited business with lucrative new contracts, and that financial regulation reform will take away the uncertainty that existed with a broken, pre-crash regulatory apparatus.

It’s like walking in on a burglar sacking your home, and listening to the burglar give a speech about how he isn’t really burglarizing you.

No wait, it’s worse than that: It’s like the burglar telling you the flawed policies of the previous burglar resulted in your home being burglarized all wrong, so he fixed the bugs in the system. And you should be thanking him.

Well, the way Ace is seeing it, Obama is tying cement shoes to the economy.

Another company announces that the healthcare bill the President and the Democrats had to write in secret and pass under cover of darkness will sink it when the bill goes active in 2014.

My friends, reason number 3,401 that ObamaCare needs to be repealed:

The Columbus-based family owned restaurant chain – known for serving small square hamburgers called “sliders” – says a single provision in the bill will eat up roughly 55 percent of its yearly net income after 2014.

Starting that year, the bill levies a $3,000-per-employee penalty on companies whose workers pay more than 9.5 percent of household income in premiums for company-provided insurance.

White Castle, which currently provides insurance to all of its full-time workers and picks up 70 to 89 percent of their premium costs, believes it will likely end up paying those penalties. The financial hit will make it hard for the company to maintain its 421 restaurants, let alone create new jobs, says company spokesman Jamie Richardson. White Castle employs more than 10,000 people nationwide, and more than 1,200 in Ohio.

This is really unbelievable when you think about it. It is almost as if — I would say exactly as if — our highest offices are filled with compulsive liars who cannot stop lying. They have never or very rarely been caught at anything; they come from a world in which there’s never a consequence, there’s always another speech to be made in which they get to ask that liar’s question “Who ya gonna believe, me or your lyin’ eyes?”

Hey Rahm — an additional expense is an additional expense. I can see if a business manager starts crunching through a forecast, and produces the numbers that say so-and-so many people cannot be hired or will have to be laid off, your “I must have the last word” argument up above isn’t going to mean a whole lot. But you’re a smart guy, you can see that for yourself. You’re probably not talking to him.

Which brings us back to the primary complaint against the Obama team: They can never stop complaining.

They are an executive-branch version of that pipsqueak we’ve all met in the office. The guy who always has to have the last word about everything. The brown-noser. He never gets any real work done, because the one computer application he uses more than any other is the e-mail. When he isn’t on the e-mail system, he’s making lots of noise, having “folksy” conversations with people, acting chummy — but only to find out what’s going on, dictate to people what they should be thinking, or some combination of those. And then it’s back to e-mail. Know the type?

We’ve got an awful lot of people walking around like this. A lot of people. They’re not just in the White House, they’re out in corporate America too. Their work can’t ever speak for itself.

Cross-posted at Cassy’s place.

“…And Neither Is Despair”

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

Daphne is frustrated, demoralized and fed up.

Hope Is Not A Strategy

A break was in order, a pass of a few days from my usual daily walk in this wired world of breaking news and streaming hot words. Ten seconds after I fired this baby up, surfing with the speed of light, I had a serious craving for a hit of good blotter to go along with my coffee.

Seems nothing has changed, the world is still strange and people continue to hash irate consonants about the strangeness of life. Fireworks flew, governments produced their usual bucketful of farce and we, the opinionated people, made a lot of pointless noise.

I can see November from my window held particular sway in the faux rebel wing of the conservative electorate this weekend. Children’s wishes blown on the fluff of dead dandelion heads, blind lambs placed in the lion’s mouth, the faith of a new-born saviour expected to rise from the dead ashes of a corrupt body politic.

The insane delusion that Washington will behave with prudent sanity once a new slate of fresh Republicans are seated seems to be predicated on a few gossamer threads pulled from gilded fairy tales. A wisp of nothing supports this ardent belief, but it has become the holy grail of conservative punditry.

Obama and his cohort of mendacious bottom feeders continued to live up to my low expectations. I’m beginning to wonder if the majority of his administration aren’t slightly retarded. Which made me consider the possibility that black folks in general might be wobbling on the shaky edge of low intelligence as they’re the only ones still enthusiastically singing on the president’s bandwagon. (But, hey, we still have Michael Steele.) Hell, even the rich West coast liberals are fleeing their infatuation with the golden boy like he’s a walking cholera epidemic and we all know they’re not exactly the brightest bulbs decorating the democratic plank.

I must say, I’m not familiar with this “insane delusion that Washington will behave with prudent sanity once a new slate of fresh Republicans are seated.” That’s a new one on me. Most of the people who are looking forward to November with cautious hope, like Yours Truly, are thinking more along these lines: Things are messed up and getting worse. Kiddies are in charge. They don’t seem to be planning a goddamned fucking thing anywhere — it’s all just “display the emotions we expect you to display,” whether you are in their administration, on their (my) payroll, or happen to be working in the custard shop offering to comp their orders if they’ll lower your taxes.

The kiddies running everything come from a world in which there is something sacriligious about saying: “I have observed A and B and I see A causes B. Let’s look at ratcheting down A if we want to see less of B, or bringing in a whole lot more A if we happen to like B.” In other words, no cause-and-effect thinking allowed. You might say they have established a religious order against it.

So let’s yank out that one element. If you don’t live in a world in which things happen because of other things, you cannot vote. Go home, watch television, grow up for four more years, and then we’ll see if you have made that first step toward handling real responsibilities.

This system is not quite that broken. And it is durable. It can handle people reasonably disagreeing about the facts, what is known from the facts, what is to be done in response to what is going on as has been derived from the facts. Dissent leads to discourse, and discourse is the lubricant of a republic like ours.

But it’s got to be discourse among adults who live in the real world. Purge the system of all the mental-kids who’ve consciously decided they can’t handle it.

How did I sum it up yesterday…

Anyone suffering from a self-destructive impulse can’t vote. Anyone carrying a large burden of guilt, which can be relieved only by pretending wet is dry and up is down, cannot vote. Anyone who’d rather watch American Idol than educate themselves about the issues so they can vote knowledgeably, should go right ahead. Fast forward through every commercial for all I care. Just stay home. It’s what you want to do anyway.

Then we can quibble about whether there’s such a thing as a Laffer Curve (there is), whether we should keep drugs illegal (hell yes), and whether our 51 bankrupt governments suffer from a spending problem or a revenue problem (it’s not a revenue problem).

But the — let’s call it what it is — BULLSHIT about apology tours, “Interstate Commerce Clause on Steroids”, global warming, suing Arizona, “Sit down and talk out our differences with our enemies,” and this-is-the-first-experiment-with-socialized-medicine-[that-will-work]-I-really-really-promise…will all come to a stop. As it should.

We lunged down this bunny trail of despair when we decided…I say “we,” because no one single individual living or dead seems to own this…that we are a “democracy,” and a democracy is more “robust” or something if more people participate in it. If the bar is lowered. If we pour some silly ideas into a great big stewpot to intermingle with the sensible ones.

It’s just not true.

We live in a representative democratic republic. One in which The People, not just the elected & appointed officials who serve them, have responsibilities they/we need to meet. It is a system that relies on a presumption that The People know how to think sensibly, and are doing so.

Down With Doom

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

Matt Ridley writes in the Huffington Post:

When I was a student, in the 1970s, the world was coming to an end. The adults told me so. They said the population explosion was unstoppable, mass famine was imminent, a cancer epidemic caused by chemicals in the environment was beginning, the Sahara desert was advancing by a mile a year, the ice age was retuning, oil was running out, air pollution was choking us and nuclear winter would finish us off. There did not seem to be much point in planning for the future. I remember a fantasy I had – that I would make my way to the Hebrides, off the west coast of Scotland, and live off the land so I could survive these holocausts at least till the cancer got me.

I am not making this up. By the time I was 21 years old I realized that nobody had ever said anything optimistic to me – in a lecture, a television program or even a conversation in a bar – about the future of the planet and its people, at least not that I could recall. Doom was certain.
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I began to pay attention and a few years ago I started to research a book on the subject. I was astounded by what I discovered. Global per capita income, corrected for inflation, had trebled in my lifetime, life expectancy had increased by one third, child mortality had fallen by two-thirds…
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Not only are human beings wealthier, they are also healthier, wiser, happier, more tolerant, less violent, more equal. Check it out – the data is [are] clear. Yet if anything the pessimists had only grown more certain, shrill and apocalyptic. We were facing the `end of nature’, the `coming anarchy’, a `stolen future’, our `final century’ and a climate catastrophe. Why, I began to wonder did the failure of previous predictions have so little impact on this litany?

We’re bored.

I would say all the predictions of failure and doom have themselves been doomed to failure, save for one: As life becomes more comfy and we’re faced with fewer real challenges, the bottoms of our feet and the palms of our hands, along with our bellies, have become soft. And the skin has become thin, thin, thin. Everything offends save for that which is designed, conceived and expected to say absolutely nothing.

We start to elect leaders who we must think are wonderful, pure and powerful, we aren’t allowed to utter a syllable of doubt about it — and yet they’re never actually responsible for anything.

We start to loathe ourselves. You’ll notice the world is never about to end because of an overpopulation of cats or dogs. Or locusts. It’s never because of too many cows farting. It’s always my species, but not me. How conveeeeeenient.

This means I get to toss out some orders and get extra cranky if people hesitate to follow ’em. The prophesies of doom always seem to lead back to that. Do what I tell you to do, and stop doing what I say you shouldn’t be doing, or the planet will die.

Armageddon is not breathlessly anticipated. Very rarely does anyone talk about the entire world ending, for any reason.

— Item #42 from My 42 Definitions of a Strong Society.

What Mr. Ridley saw in his youth was a great big gaggle of bossy obnoxious people, trying to take the place over. Which they did for a little while. Until we pulled our heads out of our butts. For the last couple of years we’ve been cramming ’em back in.

Hat tip to blogger friend Gerard.

“Name One Difference Between World Opinion…”

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

…and left-wing opinion. So says Dennis Prager.

Take all the time you need. But no matter how much time you take, you probably won’t come up with any examples.

Here are examples of major world issues and what is deemed “world opinion.” They happen to all be Leftist views as well.

— hatred of President George W. Bush and admiration of President Barack Obama

— Manmade carbon emissions lead to global warming and devastation of the environment. Therefore, the world’s nations must tax carbon-based energy.

— The American invasion of Iraq was morally wrong, motivated by desire for oil.

— Israel is bad, as exemplified most recently by the Turkish flotilla incident.

— The American free-enterprise system is inferior to Europe’s welfare-state systems.

— The American health care system is inferior to that of all other wealthy countries.

This list in no way differs from a list of Leftist positions. Nor would any other list of “world opinion” positions differ in any meaningful way from Leftist positions.
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…The world’s media and virtually all international organizations are Leftist in their politics, and they both define “world opinion” and in turn shape it.

Of course, there are other powerful institutions in the world that shape public opinion. But virtually none contravene the Left-wing views of the world’s media and world organizations on world issues.

The price to be paid for betraying individuality is that you aren’t allowed any. You’re given a list of opinions you are to have, and that’s that.

Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you; and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.

Samuel Adams

Obama Pajamas

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

FrankJ’s Random Thoughts

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

…make more sense than some other people’s deliberate thoughts.

My favorite pollster is Pew because that’s the sound lasers make. Pew! Pew!
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Saw Eclipse with SarahK. We’re now even for her carrying my child.

There were like 80 tertiary characters in Eclipse. Couldn’t they have killed off at least one to try and make some dramatic tension?
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Can’t the far left leave leading this country to people who actually kinda like it?

Money For Nothing

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

Hat tip to Neal Boortz.

Homeless Man Saves Flag

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

KFOX-TV:

There is typically an American flag that flies high in front of METI Inc., a federal contractor in East El Paso. But instead, the flag is lying flat inside and the flag pole is on the ground outside after a storm last Sunday.

“The wind and the rain knocked over the flag pole, causing the flag pole to lie on the parking lot overlooking Boeing Drive,” said Rebecca Orozco with METI Inc.

But it is the condition in which employees found Old Glory that shocked everyone, until they checked their surveillance video.

“After watching the surveillance videos we noticed that it was a good Samaritan who we suspect was a homeless man that came to the rescue of the flag around 1:40 in the morning,” Orozco told KFOX.

In the surveillance video you can see the homeless man in driving rain and wind carefully folding up the American flag military style and then placing the flag pole off to the side.

“It was an amazing experience to see that, it was very heartwarming to see that a homeless man or a good Samaritan who was walking around that area at that time of the day in the rain will come to the rescue of the U.S. flag,” said Orozco.

Orozco said she wouldn’t expect that kind of act in a late night storm from anyone, especially someone who has so little to give.

“Knowing that so many people have turned their back on him, he never turned his back on this country,” she said.

KFOX found the man who didn’t turn his back on the flag. His name is Gustus Bozarth.

“It’s a small respect, folding the flag like that,” said Bozarth.

He lives in the back of a warehouse just feet from the flag he saved. His only comforts are a small television and his two loyal cats named Lynx and Bobcat.

Bozarth said he’s roamed all over this country, and while working security in Tampa he learned how to properly fold the flag.

Despite being homeless, he still has so much love for his country and so much respect for his flag.

“For American freedoms, freedom for America, freedom for a lot of Americans,” Bozarth told KFOX.

“A homeless man who has nothing at all, he still holds on to his flag, he still holds on to the hope of his country, and that to me says a million words,” said Orozco.

METI Inc. officials hope to have the flag back up as soon as possible.

Man Found Dead in Theater After Twilight: Eclipse

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

Does this ever invite commentary:

Police in Wellington are investigating the sudden death of a man at Reading Cinemas.

The 23-year-old’s body was found by a staff member at the Courtenay Place theatre, shortly before 8.30pm last night. It is believed he had been watching Twilight: Eclipse.

A cause of death has not yet been identified.

I’m not a big fan at all of Twilight movies, I’ve discovered. I’ve come to see them as a viciously swirling potpourri of all the things I do not want to see in movies ever again. Most of those things, anyway.

I found this out by way of FARK, where I also discovered two of the best comments:

Dr.Zom: “Twilight is like soccer. They run around for 2 hours, nobody scores, and its billion fans insist you just don’t understand.”

Hsaiotei: Lone man in theater full of teenage girls. Either fapped to death, or the subharmonic vibration of all that pubescent “Squeeeeeee” liquified his brains.

Can’t add anything on to that.

After I handed down my sub-bedrock review of that piece of crap New Moon, my girlfriend asked if we’d ever be watching Eclipse in the theater. Pig will fly first.

Like they used to say on The Man Show “Movies Men Don’t Want To See” segment: I wouldn’t watch that steaming turd if you super-glued my nut sack to a cannon ball and fired it into the theater.

Don’t wanna die, after all.

“Patriotism is Highly Toxic”

Monday, July 5th, 2010

The Editor of The Progressive explains why he doesn’t celebrate July 4th:

It’s July 4th, my least favorite holiday.

And I’m not referring to the bugs, or the crowds, or the traffic on the highways.

I’m talking about the mindless patriotic bubble bath we’re all supposed to soak in all weekend long.

Well, not me.

My heart does not beat faster at the strains of the Star Spangled Banner, much less at the sight of F-16s flying overhead to kick off the show.

You see, I don’t believe in patriotism.

You can call me unpatriotic if you’d like, but really I’m anti-patriotic.

I’ve been studying fascism lately, and there is one inescapable fact about it:

Nationalism is the egg that hatches fascism.

And patriotism is but the father of nationalism.

Patriotism is not something to play with. It’s highly toxic. When ingested, it corrodes the rational faculties.

It gulls people into believing their leaders.

It masks those who benefit most from state policy.

And it destroys the ability of people to get together, within the United States and across boundaries, to take on those with the most power: the multinational corporation.

Plus, it’s a war toy, wheeled out whenever a leader needs to improve his ratings by attacking some other country—often after invoking God’s name, too.

It’s been so since the Spanish-American War and World War I and right up through the Iraq War and the Afghanistan War.

American patriotism has also gotten in the way of solving global warming. Many in the United States, which consumes 25 percent of the world’s resources but has just 4 percent of the world’s population, believe we have the God-given right to use up all the resources we can. And there is an all-too-common attitude that we don’t need to listen to any other countries, or the U.N., or obey any international agreements because we’re Americans, and we’re better than everybody else.

We’ve got to get over patriotism, and we’ve got to cure the American superiority complex.

So celebrate the 4th if you like.

But as for me, between God, country, and apple pie, I’ll take the apple pie.

Oh, where to begin. What a party animal huh? Wouldn’t you just love to invite this character over for Thanksgiving? Or anything.

So he’s been reading about Fascism. I don’t know this individual personally, but I just get the feeling that if I did, I’d want to stick some kind of a big sign on his head that says “please do not allow this person to go anywhere near a book.” Bad things ensue, and nothing good ever comes from it. It’s just the vibe I’m picking up.

Your Wikipedia talk page on Fascism has, as of this writing, 35 pages of archive. Hmmm, that’s a big problem. Another problem: The main article is decidedly confused about the answer to its own question, which is: Is it fair to characterize Fascism as “right wing”? Nobody else was wondering. And yet the article offers this, and then is forced to question it.

The Merriam-Webster definition creates many more problems for this supposition:

1 often capitalized : a political philosophy, movement, or regime that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition
2 : a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control

I would bring two things to Rothschild’s attention here, with regard to this definition.

One, it seems to be a perfect description of England under King George III.

Two, it also seems to be a nearly-perfect description of the United States under Barack Obama.

But let us stick to the first of those two things for the time being. The title of Rothschild’s piece is “Why I Don’t Celebrate July 4th,” and I’m afraid after I read all of it, I still don’t understand why this hater of Fascism doesn’t celebrate. Not when I keep in mind what July 4th represents…which, frankly, I don’t think Rothschild himself has managed to do this. He’s lost track of the vision here. It seems all that retains meaning to him is this: He’s a progressive and progressives hate the United States (although they’ll move to stigmatize, every single time, anybody who notices this including Yours Truly).

But if you hate Fascism it’s just stupid and nonsensical to protest, oppose or countermand Independence Day. That really is the whole point of the exercise: That we have natural rights, and if anybody interferes with them we’re not going to tolerate it.

It is the ultimate anti-Fascism commemoration.

So let’s see if there’s anything else in Rotschild’s rant that might make some sense:

Many in the United States…believe we have the God-given right to use up all the resources we can.

Who are these people? Please list them.

Personally, I think when my survival and standard of living depend on the consumption of renewable resources, and the people who represent me or have some power over me are being swindled and hoodwinked by charlatans who insist these resources are non-renewable, I do have some God-given rights that are being infringed upon. So that’s the issue as far as I’m concerned: Renewability versus non-renewability. But — I have a God-given right to consume as many resources as I possibly can? Eh, not so much. Maybe as long as they’re renewable, then yes. I think I have a right to do whatever I want so long as it doesn’t interfere with the rights of others.

In this sense, I have a difference of opinion with people like Rothschild. He’s mis-stating what this issue is because, I believe, he feels that if he states it honestly there will be too many people seeing the wisdom and logic of my side. And so he has to lie.

And there is an all-too-common attitude that we don’t need to listen to any other countries, or the U.N., or obey any international agreements because we’re Americans, and we’re better than everybody else.

Yeah right. Again, point ’em out. Who thinks America can ratify treaties and then ignore them? As far as the “international agreements” we have not yet made…well, yeah. America doesn’t have to listen to other countries — if we don’t want to. And the U.N. has no power over us, just like they have no power over other countries unless those other countries expressly give that power away.

See, Rothschild’s argument is phony from top to bottom. He’s presenting it as some kind of a Good Fight against American exceptionalism, the notion that “we’re better than everybody else.” There really is no reason for him to present his argument this way, other than a calculation that this will arouse greater sympathy. A calculation with which I happen to agree.

But what he’s really saying is that he doesn’t like the idea that America is as good as anybody else. And that, whether Rothschild thinks it important or not, is quite a different thing. People like him want America to come last, to be inferior. He isn’t being honest about his motives.

We’ve got to get over patriotism, and we’ve got to cure the American superiority complex.

So we can substitute it with what? Probably with the pride and superiority complex of…something else. Am I right or am I right?

Cross-posted at Cassy’s place.

Making My Yummy Sauce

Monday, July 5th, 2010

This is Item #1 at my list of One Dozen Yummy Things, where you’ll find the full recipe.

My Yummy SauceIt’s actually “mine” only in the sense that I really like it, I didn’t invent it. But I do have it down to an efficient, effective process and can pretty much make it in my sleep. It’s one of my more useful talents.

This is a sextupling. Get yer mind outta da gutter…if you follow the link you’ll see a recipe that produces a quart. We snatched up a dozen pint jars this morning, along with the ingredients for six servings. This time around, the carmelization at the bottom of the stewpot, plus the residue clinging to the various jars, measuring vessels, scoops, paper towels, et al consumed slightly more than one pint, so I ended up filling eleven jars. I’ll take them to work. The joke is that I have to figure who I really don’t like, and give them the empty.

It is a July Fourth tradition. The proper way to do it is the night before the last workday before the holiday — which should have meant Thursday. But the “holiday” this year was Monday and the actual date was on a Sunday, which is kinda stupid…what can I say, I didn’t have it together. I think this will work just as well though. As the fireworks stands are being dismantled, it’s the start of “summer in earnest.” Nothing really going on until Labor Day. Just work, sunscreen, books & swimming. And what goes better with that than some really cold bitter beer — and some RIBS! Which we’ll be snagging a week from now.

Nothing goes better with ribs than my magical sauce. Nothing. Pork, beef, doesn’t matter. We’ll set aside Jar #11 for ourselves, and baste the rack on both sides appropriately.

Cool Cockpits

Monday, July 5th, 2010

Click the pic.

Via FARK.

The Parrot Died

Monday, July 5th, 2010

At dawn the telephone rings…

“Hello, Senor Rod?” This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house.”

“Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”

“Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot – he is dead.”

“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?”

“Si, Senor, that’s the one.”

“Damn! That’s a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?”

“From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod.

“Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?”

“Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.”

“Dead horse? What dead horse?”

“The thoroughbred, Senor Rod.”

“My prize thoroughbred is dead?”

“Yes, Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the water cart.”

“Are you insane?? What water cart?”

“The one we used to put out the fire, Senor.”

“Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man??”

“The one that destroyed your house, Senor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire.”

“What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle??!!”

“Yes, Senor Rod.”

“But there’s electricity at the house!! What was the candle for?”

“For the funeral, Senor Rod.”

“WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!”

“Your wife’s, Senor Rod. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Taylor Made Super Quad 460 golf club.”

SILENCE……….. LONG SILENCE………

“Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you’re in deep shit!”

“I Hope You Take Note and Revisit Your Thesis”

Monday, July 5th, 2010

I don’t participate in threads underneath my cross-posting at Right Wing News, because I notice when you get what I refer to as the “is-not-is-too” effect — and I expect this is a term I need not define — it makes the comment thread explode. That’s a legitimate thing to have happen over at a place like here, a “some guy’s blog” blog. I’m really not happy with encouraging it anywhere else.

But certain things demand a response. And I thought this was completely awesome.

I cross-posted my thoughts about how conservatives disagree with liberals & how liberals disagree with conservatives; my point being that the ways & means of disagreement are not the same, it’s an asymmetrical divide. These people we nowadays call “liberals,” according to the evidence that has come to my senses, seem to have a worldview built around some folks belonging & other folks not. And as you endeavor to answer the obvious question “belonging to what, exactly?” every answer you get back, that stands up to scrutiny, is sinister.

They can accept some ideas and not others. They won’t tolerate the idea of anyone walking around thinking a thought that is sacrilegious, but at some point during a conflict they manage to make their peace with the idea that you’ve got a wrong thought — in fact, invariably, pronounce that all of your thoughts are wrong. And this is just fine. There is a spooky smug satisfaction in their aggressively non-threatening faces, whereas just minutes before they were getting all riled up that anybody anywhere might be disagreeing with them about something. See, they’re confused about the goal. They don’t know what it is they want: 1) All persons and things in existence must agree with them; 2) All persons and things that disagree with them, must be marked that way; 3) All such persons and things in disagreement must be walled off, and made ineffectual. They shift rather breezily among these, it seems to me, because they’re not thinking clearly.

That, or there’s some Armageddon ahead. Some sort of secularist “rapture.” Those of us who disagree with liberals and are wrong, will never be made right — and that is quite okay. How come that is, is my question. They still hunger for their perfect paradise full of people with clean thoughts, free of contamination of & by us knuckle-draggers who believe scores should be kept in competitive school games, and Sarah did a good thing by keeping Trig. We’re allowed to go on thinking that, and things are still alright — even though they plainly don’t have the maturity to actually accept this. The implications are a little ominous.

Anyway. Huck Upchuck seems to me to be a somewhat cerebral liberal. Suffering all of the popular maladies that interfere with clear-headed thinking, but still possessing some measure of grace in an ability to recognize good manners in others who don’t agree with him about every little thing. This shows some capacity for thinking as an individual, so I’ll probably plug him into the blogroll if it seems like the right thing to do.

But the myopia revealed in this comment was & is stupefying, I say:

Freeberg: I hope you’re paying attention to this thread, because down in the nitty gritty of it you can find this from The Dick Nixon, directed at me:

Considering Nixon despises each and everyone of you liberal POS’s who enabled The Obamateur to fuck the country up, Nixon could really care less about

1. Your opinion.
2. your opinion.
and 3. your opinion.

We should have left you banned.

I hope you take note, and think to revisit your thesis. After all, you did write this:

It’s about hate, too. How many conservatives do you know who would like to put Barack Obama and Joe Biden in a big iron pot, fill it with oil, light a fire under it and watch ’em cook? Heard a lot of that kind of hate lately? Me neither.

I think The Dick Nixon’s comments qualify, don’t you?

Eh…nope.

Frankly, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I had a co-worker in an office who would argue things this way. There is A and there is B. I have discerned common attributes between A and B, and from these I have determined A and B are exactly the same. Since A and B are exactly the same it invalidates whatever point of yours I am seeking to attack…

And so, he saw no difference whatsoever between the Islamic radicals who attacked us on 9/11, and Timothy McVeigh who blew up the Federal Building in Oklahoma City. Except, of course, that McVeigh was white! So I must be a racist for wanting to do something about these other people, and the only way I could ever redeem myself was to go after McVeigh with the same level of energy and ambition, or something.

But, uh, McVeigh was already dead said I. This somehow didn’t seem to matter. It was a difference between A and B, and all differences between A & B were being shunted aside.

Huck, I really do think my meaning was clear so I see no reason to go back and re-write it. But I will spell it out for you. When I talk about putting a liberal figure in a big iron kettle and boiling him in oil, I am not talking about something like banning from a blog. Boiling in oil is not the same. I am talking about physical and deadly injury — audibly fantasizing about it. Lusting after it. Causing excruciating agony in the person who is the object of hatred, just to show how odious you find his thoughts to be…

If anything, the other person’s dismissal could have been thought to correlate to my other comment about liberals. Up above. The breezy, casual dismissal of the person with the wrong-thoughts, accompanied by the smug smirk. But even that connection doesn’t really work. My complaint about the lib-dismissal followed by smug smirk, as I’ve said, is that these are liberals who clearly have a goal in mind where everyone in existence agrees with them, and there’s nobody left alive who disagrees. And once you cross that line with them, suddenly they know every thought in your head is a wrong one, and that’s okay. Like I said: It’s ominous. Makes you want to know what the liberal knows. Is there some giant flyswatter somewhere about to hit you?

When a conservative tells a liberal “I really don’t care about your opinion” it’s usually a way of toppling the liberal from a pedestal of gigantic ego. It’s usually directed toward liberals who fall into the common trap of thinking — I got this idea that popped into my head, therefore, that’s just the way things are. Corporations are evil. We can sit down and talk to our enemies and life will become all happy.

Swing and a miss, Huck. Banning someone from a blog is not the same thing as boiling him in oil.

New Moon

Monday, July 5th, 2010

I had to turn to my lady halfway through this vomit projectile of a movie, and let her know how awesome she was for renting this tripe from Netflix so I could sit with her and surf the innerwebs while waiting for Bella to do her next stupid unnecessary suicidal thing.

And I can’t even begin to imagine how miserable life must be for those poor pathetic slobs who get dragged off to this nonsense in a theater. My heart goes out to them if they’re my worst enemies. Sweet Jesus, the popcorn-and-piss-break I’d take if my girlfriend was dumb enough to do that. Oh my goodness, what is that. A video game? I should try it out.

Can’t believe my eyes. Did I really see the following just mounted on a huge conveyor belt and put on an endless loop?

1. Bella does something dumb and almost gets killed.
2. Edward or Jacob leap into action and save her.
3. The camera shows how much Edward cares about Bella because his eyebrows stick out and his lips look extra pouty.
4. The camera shows how much Jacob cares about Bella because his eyebrows stick out and his lips look extra pouty.
5. Go back to #1 and do it all over again.

Bella’s Dad eventually grounds her for the rest of her life. That makes him the most sensible character, although it has not escaped my notice that I’m not really supposed to see him that way.

The human-to-animal transformations are mildly intriguing, but the entire film franchise has been built around just those, and not cleverly. There are no explosions. Bella never shows her tits or anything else. Well Jacob manages to lose articles of clothing all over the place. Nobody else does.

I am absolutely flabbergasted at how many of the Things I Never Want To See In Movies Ever Again that this bit of effluence managed to hit. I’m thinking perhaps I made a mistake putting it up. Someone must have seen it. I first became aware of it when they nonchalantly snagged #38. They hit #1, #2, half of #3, they probably had #8 and I missed it, and #9…oh, it was one long lurk-fest of #9.

This is a form of pollution, that’s what it is.

Attention all high-drama people: Could you please cease and desist from watching movies for as many years as it takes for the movies to not be custom-made for your own personal amusement anymore. It would be much appreciated. Thank you.

“On Grandsons and Johnny Quest”

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

To the blogroll this gentleman goes, straight-away.

I love me some Johnny Quest. When I was a kid I envied Johnny but wanted to grow up to be Race Bannon. Race was all man. He could whip anyone in a straight up fight and usually had a firearm close to hand. He wasn’t afraid to use it either. He regularly killed or otherwise caused the death of particularly evil Bad Guys or their Henchmen. Boat, explosion, firearm, tar pit, bridge or cliff, many a monster (both human and inhuman) met their fate at the hands of Race. Johnny, Dr. Quest and Hadji even got in on the action from time to time. The deaths were invariably met with steely resolve and honesty. No guilt or chest beating about the miscreant’s childhood or how it was all society’s fault. “He got what he deserved Johnny.” “There was nothing we could do Johnny.” “It was his choice Johnny.” Johnny was taught that choices have consequences, that right would always triumph and that justice and defense of self and the defenseless were worth fighting and even killing for.
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Every afternoon we’d sit on Papa’s chair and watch together. Where possible, we never missed an episode. Time I cherish, spent with a grandson I love more than my life and a fun part of my job as his grandfather.

A small thing without a doubt. There is so much more I have to teach him. I am acutely aware that he’s watching me, soaking in what I do, what I say, how I carry myself and interact with others. He has questions he doesn’t even know to ask. Knowledge he needs but isn’t yet aware of consciously. But he does instinctively know that I have at least some of his answers and he’s determined to get them from me. As I am determined to give them to him. To the best of my ability.

Hat tip to blogger friend Daphne.

Update: Oops, dude’s already there. Well, I shall have to make it a point to visit him more often.

Independence Day, 2010

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

A day of thanks for blessings, worrying about the future, and wishes for gifts.

For the thanks, new sidebar addition and fellow Cassy Fiano guest-poster Jim Fister speaks for me.

I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be in a country like this, especially on Independenc day. The flag is already flying. I can look back on the brave men who signed their death warrant in signing the Declaration, and I can look back at all the people who fought for independence and in the wars of aggression since.

Today, I think of the men and women who are still fighting for my independence, and that of all the people who agree and disagree with them in this nation. They don’t fight just for the people who like them, or who say thanks. They fight for the nation as a whole, and the principles for which it stands. And they don’t just fight, some stay home and support their family members, always wondering about the safety of the husband, the wife, the son, the mother…

It’s a debt that’s difficult to even know how to repay. But in a small way, at least I can provide a rest for two people who need some time together, and that little favor will repay in a small part the huge debt I owe to all our troops who are busy keeping us safe.

For the worrying about the nation’s problems, if you’re into dwelling on that kind of thing (and you should be at least some of the time), the best compilation is over here (hat tip to Linkiest):

America Not Doin' Too GoodFor the first time in U.S. history, more than 40 million Americans are on food stamps, and the U.S. Department of Agriculture projects that number will go up to 43 million Americans in 2011.
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During the first quarter of 2010, the total number of loans that are at least three months past due in the United States increased for the 16th consecutive quarter.
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Barack Obama is calling for a “civilian expeditionary force” to be sent to Afghanistan and Iraq to help overburdened military troops build infrastructure.
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43 percent of Americans have less than $10,000 saved for retirement.

And as far as the gift wishing, I would fall back on my 42 definitions of a strong society.

My own birthday is coming up and people are wanting to know about my gift wish list. I’d give it all up if my country could secure an everlasting lock on only one of those 42 things.

This Is Good LXXV

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

Now that’s a picture that oughta come in handy.

Wonder if they’ve got a fully-automatic version. Large caliber.

From Gerard’s Tumblr page.