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Withstooding Gov. Palin

Monday, June 8th, 2009

Blogger friend Rick found a couple of gems about our favorite candidate for ’08 and ’12:

Thankful for Joe Biden…

… while calling Sarah Palin an idiot.

It can only come from a buffoon:

why we remain thankful for Joe Biden…

Because Sarah Palin is still an idiot and the world could not withstood 4 more years of this kind of stupidity. Sarah’s act wore thin in 8 weeks last fall so I can’t be alone in wishing she would just shut it for a couple more years until the 2012 nomination ball starts rolling. No such luck.

A guy who writes “the world could not withstood 4 more years” calls Palin an idiot. Yea…makes sense to me too.

Gov. Palin’s intellect is such that you have to have Soros money to make her look stupid.

Vice President Biden’s grace and worldliness are such that, in order to make him look like that “wise elder statesman,” you need nothing less than that same Soros money.

Barack Obama’s personality is such that the same Soros magnitude of funding is required to make Him look humble, curious, grateful, compassionate, accomplished, or any one of a number of those other things He claims to be.

Of course thanks to the massive, bloated, tender and easily-bruised egos of a few left-wing bloggers and failed sports anchors, these lies can coast on the built-up momentum with no money at all. We spend *way* too much time and energy in this country debating who’s smart and who’s stupid. In real life, smart people come up with stupid decisions all the time. Stupid people often come up with the right decision, too. Most folks sounding off about this stuff don’t get that…which means they know nothing about how to make an important decision. If you could consistently make the right decision, just by making sure it’s a really smart guy making it, then heck. Why don’t we just elect the very smartest guy in our entire country to some important post, and then just have him decide everything?

Ah well, I guess we’re already doing that. But who wants to bet a large amount out of their personal savings, that that’ll work out? I don’t see anyone doing that. I just see Soros spending millions of dollars to tell us who’s smart and who isn’t. And if what he was trying to tell us had a grain of truth in any of it, something tells me it would be a lot less expensive for him to be telling us.

Wonder Palin!The other thing concerns something Palin said that I’m sure is on the minds of many…at least, those who do a better job of figuring out what’s going on, and making up their own minds about what should & should not be a pressing concern —

“America is digging a deeper hole and how are we paying for this government largesse. We’re borrowing. We’re borrowing from China and we consider that now we own sixty percent of GENERAL MOTORS – or the U.S. government does… But who is the U.S. government becoming more indebted to? It’s China. So that leads you to have to ask who is really going to own our car industry than in America.”

…I think that more and more constituents are going to open their eyes now and open their ears to hear what is really going on and realize ok… Maybe we didn’t have a good way of expressing that, or articulating that message of ‘here is what America could potentially become if we grow government to such a degree that we cannot pay for it and we have to borrow money from other countries, some countries that don’t necessarily like America.

And this many months into the new administration, quite disappointed, quite frustrated with not seeing those actions to rein in spending, slow down the growth of government. Instead Sean it is the complete opposite. It’s expanding at such a large degree that if Americans aren’t paying attention, unfortunately our country could evolve into something that we do not even recognize.

It’s good ideas that can’t be easily communicated, versus bad ideas that can be easily communicated.

Except the bad ideas don’t even have easy-communication on their side. They became easily communicable through a four-year process of evolution, devil-take-the-hindmost, survival-of-the-fittest. Nobody is saying Barack Obama has all kinds of sensible policy positions John Kerry didn’t have; nobody is saying that anywhere. The difference between the two is, in 2004 it was learned that a little something extra would be needed to push the bad ideas over the top, to get the 270 electoral votes needed. Just a little garnish. A God complex. Maybe the ability to call your opponents racist, if they happen to call out the bullcrap in your awful ideas. Millions and millions of dollars of the above-mentioned Soros money.

Sadly, due in large part to the effects of all this Soros money, we’ve been laboring under this unwritten rule that if Sarah says it, the conversation is really going to be about her competence or lack thereof. Kind of a “Can’t acknowledge the house is on fire, if Sarah is the one who smells the smoke” rule.

But her remarks this time are easily understood. They echo the growing concern among millions of quote-unquote “mainstream” Americans. Maybe this’ll change the situation somewhat.

Regarding her concerns, the one thing that really could use some more attention is the interest on our debt. The expense of servicing a debt has to rise as the credit-worthiness of the borrower drops, and also, as the availability of borrowed funds dwindles. This is just simple supply-and-demand, and it works across international borders. If you were a Chinese investor, would you be thrilled about lending some more money to the United States right now?

This issue of deficit-spending is the second most potent winning issue for 2012. The first one, is another Palinism: “Drill Baby Drill.” Two big points to the Wonder of Wasilla. They both suggest that, notwithstanding the boos and hisses and catcalls and jeers from the left side of the aisle, perhaps Sarah Palin is a natural as the next leader of the resistance movement.

What exactly have Pawlenty and Romney done, on that order of magnitude, lately?

Blogsister Cassy Speaks

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

She explains, and exemplifies, what is good about America. The camera loves her.

If you agree with those and wish to tell her so, you can do that over here.

Pretty scary stuff, huh Janeane?

Suburban Pastoral

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Blog-sister Daphne

Nice Looking HouseA few blocks down an oak shaded boulevard lined with stately brick and mortar middle class aspirations, lies a small side road. A left turn there will put you on short cul-de-sac where nine families reside. These people know each other well. They’re raising children of a similar age, belong to the same clubs, sit on the same committees, volunteer their time and money to the same causes. They experience more personal detail than your average neighbors share, and given the right conditions, a cul-de-sac can create a little hot bed of juicy intimacy.

The house sitting in the dead center at the end of the loop was beautiful, the nicest pick of the nine by any measure. The yard was professionally landscaped and meticulously maintained, the large home had a beautiful limestone facade, the interior was immaculate. The people who lived there cared about appearances, had high standards for their chosen lifestyle and managed it all well. The husband practiced law for a living, the wife raised their four children and kept up the house. A good looking family, they were prosperous, well adjusted pillars of the neighborhood.

“Desperate Housewives” doesn’t do it quite as elegantly. It tries but it falls short.

Yes, you bet your ass there’s a twist ending, and a fine one it is.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXX

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

But one of our sidebar-resources, IMAO, is running a promotion of sorts. Other blogs give awards to IMAO, and if all the stars line up, IMAO gives awards back.

IMAO has won numerous awards around these parts already, most often the prestigious Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) awards. Like here…and here…and here and here and here.

But we are The Blog That Nobody Reads, so we don’t go out of our way for this kind of thing. We’re giving IMAO a crappy-original-artwork award because it’s the least we can do, and they deserve it. (The award, not the crap.) Although, it must be said, this “190 pixels wide” rule seems to be something nobody else is following…but hey…we’re sticklers for procedure. Even when it’s a raging pain in the ass, like this one was.

Kari Byron

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

…just because.

I think she’s Daphne‘s ugly twin. That must be true, right?

Daphne Kardashian

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

Lovely bloggress blogger-buddy Daphne came by yesterday to talk about breasts and vaginas. Our, uh, Sitemeter traffic perked right up.

Daphne's ChickensWhat else is exciting in her neck-o-the-woods lately? She’s following in the Kardashians’ footsteps…although, one would hope, perhaps with a tad less drama. Yup, she’s ordered twenty-five chickens.

I’m not sure at this point if that means she has twenty-five chickens. There is a great variety of methods of chicken-death being planned…and suggested…in those parts. The ones that have to do with the food chain, as well as mechanical stuff. Not that the birds have too much of a life expectancy guaranteed…”half acre in suburbia”? Suburbia could mean a lot of different things. Head on out west of Oak Avenue Parkway, and there’s lots of stuff that could be called suburbia that’s fairly lousy with chickens. They seem to be making it just fine. But I’m not sure what kind of suburbia she has. Her confidence in it as a chicken habitat seems to be less than stellar.

Anyway, I like Daphne’s chickens. They look to me like the kind of poultry I could learn to appreciate. Nice and plump. Good with dumplings, peas and carrots.

Hope the experiment turns out differently than T.R.’s legendary exodus.

Let’s Get Rid of…

Monday, April 6th, 2009

…that’s the name of a continuing miniseries over at Dipso Chronicles, run by blogger friend and Seattle denizen Andy Havens.

1. Pit bulls
2. Mangoes
3. Movies about how uncool/stupid white people are

Mmmm, hmmm…I thought I was the King of Lists, but I’m a-missing this one. Should I shamelessly steal Andy’s idea and start my own, or admit that I have met my superior and humbly submit some proposals for him to add to his own?

I don’t know what to do about that one. I do like to have the creative juices sloshing around in the list-making department, but I like to recognize a unique idea when the credit is duly deserved. I’m leaning toward the latter of those two.

Either way, I’ve got some ideas percolating for #4, #5, #6 and onward. Hey, how about posting your own in the comments below? You’ll feel better.

Happy Blog Birthday to…

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

I Think Therefore I Work on Not Erring. Four years.

Daphne on Parenthood

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

A higher standard of writing, about a rather ordinary subject that is the center of our entire lives, in the case of many of us.

Motherhood is balancing act for me. Fierce, indescribable love fighting a driving desire to run from the mind numbing dailiness of children’s needs. Doesn’t matter if you work or stay home, the requirements never change. I’ve done it both ways, the working mode was probably better for my mental health, but I understand that other people take to raising children with much more ease, regardless of circumstance, settling into the demands with little perceived effort or sacrifice.

Endless repetitions of simple instructions; brush your teeth, chew with your mouth closed, say thank you, start your homework, take a bath, send me slipping the rims of lucidity. The constant refrain of schedules and activities, laundry and meals don’t suit me. The endless brawling noise drives me straight out of my mind. I would kill without blinking for my boys, but raising them into responsible members of society, sunrise to sunset, sends me straight around bend. Buckets of monotonous drudgery go into molding decent human beings fit to take their place in society.

Ignorant Jackass, or Sign of the Times?

Friday, March 27th, 2009

Both, I say.

Blogger friend Buck was threatened by a neighbor. Didn’t realize until he was neck-deep, what anguish might ensue from a casual day of video-ing.

This is the age in which we live; the paradox of our time. Public things are now private, and private things are now public. Kids retreating into a world in which they listen to their private stash o’ tunes…that is now a public thing, since they want you to notice they’re doing it on a true, genuine iPod-whatever. Even as they ignore you.

On the other hand, if you’re a nice-lookin’ girl at Mardi Gras, it’s perfectly acceptable to flash your pink puppies around…even obligatory, if all the other gals are doing it. But then you should have complete control over whatever videocams or Kodak-disposables happen to take in the sights you’ve now made public. Just show some angst, and it isn’t public anymore.

Decorum. Discretion. The presumption that, whatever you put on display, will by the next morning be splashed across the New York Times (or, to make the analogy more current, whatever thing people nowadays actually read). Controlling whatever is actually under your control…which is what people are capable of seeing.

Whatever happened to it, I wonder? Nowadays, it seems people do as they like, and then if someone might possibly make a record out of it they think it’s somehow appropriate to go camera-chasing.

BH Rolls the Odometer

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Please join me in raising a glass to the health and legacy of one of our most cherished blogger friends. A whole bunch of 9’s rolled over into 0’s.

Well done, Rick. We’ll try sometime off in the future, hopefully the not-too-distant one, for that “meet in the middle somewhere” motorcycle trip…maybe before your two millionth hit. We’ll see.

The Difference Between Women and Men

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Hat tip to Buck, who’s trying to find some wall space for his new memento. Nice! Congrats on that one, Sergeant:

My Dirty Jobs

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Gerard tagged us…because Anchoress tagged him.

The rules as I understand them —

It’s simple. Just list all the jobs you’ve had in your life, in order. Don’t bust your brain: no durations or details are necessary, and feel free to omit anything that you feel might tend to incriminate you. I’m just curious. And when you’re done, tag another five bloggers you’re curious about.

Oh-kay. Here we goes…

 • Paperboy
 • Babysitter
 • Lawnmower guy
 • Typist
 • Data entry clerk
 • Computer networking office know-it-all guy
 • Database programmer
 • Software consultant
 • Kelly Girl
 • Office phone answerer guy
 • Affirmative Action statistics compiler reports guy
 • Software Design and Maintenance Specialist
 • Software Engineer
 • Cloak ‘n Dagger Office Politics Shitstorm Tattletale guy (not my choice, long story, don’t ask)
 • Lightning Rod for Wife’s Frustrations with Life
 • Single-Wide Trailer Inhabiting Redneck Yokel
 • Software Engineer, Again
 • Software Consultant
 • Office Scapegoat
 • Design-By-Contract Requirements Coordinator
 • Version Control Administrator
 • LAN Administrator
 • Database programmer, again
 • Workstation Image Architect
 • Client/Server Network Computing Engineer
 • Senior Network Systems Engineer
 • Y2K Mud-Wrestling Engineer (Guess what year it is, by now)
 • HIPAA Team Lead
 • HIPAA Project Lead
 • Cryptology Technician
 • Computer Forensics Technician
 • HIPAA Project Manager
 • DITSCAP Project Manager
 • DIACAP Project Manager
 • Single Dad
 • Unemployed Bum
 • Project Management Consultant
 • Unemployed Bum, Again
 • Waterer of Girlfriend’s Tomatoes
 • Senior Software Engineer
 • Guy In Parking Lot Yelling At You For Taking His Space When Christmas Shopping
 • Christmas Present Wrapper Guy, and Folder of Laundry

Okay, happy now?

I tag…

Buck
Phil
Duffy
Becky the Girl in Short Shorts
Karol

Cassy’s Back

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

Happy happy, joy joy. We were getting a little concerned.

The Male Voice

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Blogger friend Gerard noticed it nearly three years ago:

You hear this soft, inflected tone everywhere that young people below, roughly, 35 congregate. As flat as the bottles of spring water they carry and affectless as algae, it tends to always trend towards a slight rising question at the end of even simple declarative sentences. It has no timbre to it and no edge of assertion in it.

It is a conscious assault upon male things…or an unconscious one. Most likely a sloppy hodge-podge of those two. Being a resident of Folsom, I decided a month ago I’d left my own observations unmentioned plenty long enough:

The patchwork-quilt of [F]olsom is polka-dotted with parks of varying size, and being a parent myself I get to watch lots of parents interact with their children.
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Fathers…and mothers…modulate their voices way, way upward. Several octaves in the case of the gentlemen. It does not sound like me telling my kid to keep his feet on the pedals. It does not lack a declarative tone at the end, like the Castrati described by Van der Leun. They declare things. They just declare them in this weird, other-worldly, somniferous voice. Kind of like Marvin the Martian. Except Marvin the Martian sounds like an opera baritone compared to this.

Victor Davis Hanson, last week, got in on the act (he must’ve been reading Gerard’s blog because nobody reads this one!):

Something has happened to the generic American male accent. Maybe it is urbanization; perhaps it is now an affectation to sound precise and caring with a patina of intellectual authority; perhaps it is the fashion culture of the metrosexual; maybe it is the influence of the gay community in arts and popular culture. Maybe the ubiquitous new intonation comes from the scarcity of salty old jobs in construction, farming, or fishing. But increasingly to meet a young American male about 25 is to hear a particular nasal stress, a much higher tone than one heard 40 years ago, and, to be frank, to listen to a precious voice often nearly indistinguishable from the female. How indeed could one make Westerns these days, when there simply is not anyone left who sounds like John Wayne, Richard Boone, Robert Duvall, or Gary Cooper much less a Struther Martin, Jack Palance, L.Q. Jones, or Ben Johnson? I watched the movie Twelve O’clock High the other day, and Gregory Peck and Dean Jagger sounded liked they were from another planet. I confess over the last year, I have been interviewed a half-dozen times on the phone, and had no idea at first whether a male or female was asking the questions. All this sounds absurd, but I think upon reflection readers my age (55) will attest they have had the same experience.

And now the eggheads have done their studies on exactly this thing. To whatever extent you allow eggheads to tell you what the girls want, it would seem the girls are starting to place a premium value upon that which is, according to the observations of the three of us, in a state of wane:

While Justin Timberlake’s high-pitched voice may be music to many female ears — it seems women actually prefer men with raspier, deeper voices like that of Sean Connery.

A study, done by researchers from Harvard University and Ontario’s McMaster University, found women are attracted to deeper voiced partners, which experts claim indicate dominance and good genes, the Daily Mail reported.

For the study, anthropologists and psychologists from the two universities studied 88 members of the Hadza tribe in Tanzania.

They found that when women are at their most fertile, they are attracted to deeper voiced partners because they are considered to be better hunters who offer more protection, the newspaper reported.

In fact, women are only attracted to higher pitched male voices when they are at their least fertile, such as when they are breast feeding, researchers said.

The findings, published in the British medical journal Proceedings of the Royal Society B, go on to say: “Voice pitch may be an indicator of underlying mate quality in humans. Vocal attractiveness is correlated with body and facial attractiveness.”

Now, I’m no egghead; I don’t have sheepskin on the wall or a white lab coat or a pocket protector to put in the lab coat or a propeller beanie I can wear on my head. I may have picked up a thing or two about how to work with statistics, but I don’t apply it to my “research,” which amounts to nothing more than looking around at people, watching the idjit box, not being afraid to use the word “whenever” or to remember things like Hanson does.

Nevertheless — my “research” has noted there is a strong correlation between these cultural enclaves in which higher pitches are used for what passes through the masculine voice box, and lower standards in defining what is, or might be, a threat. No, not so much lower standards. Confusion. You know what I mean. Wherever people who mean to harm others, are perceived not to, and people who only mean to harm those who do harm, are perceived to be out of control and dangerous.

Social circles in which Denny Crane would be the “bad” guy…

These are bubbles of thought in which I notice the masculine voice starts to rise……..? And I would extend that into the playgrounds in which I see the daddies talking like Mariah Carey. I’m just going to assume, and I’m not going out on a limb here, that these daddies-and-kids come from households in which masculinity is regarded as a useless burden, an intrusive threat, or both. So daddy talks high, like mommy. Who wants to threaten his own kid? I don’t think this is conscious. I think this is an evolutionary trait — when the village imposes a new criteria for belonging, people who live within it start working like the dickens, to belong. Gals are better at this than guys are, but guys are improving their chameleon skills as they become more feminine. Spending more of their time within the walls of the village, as opposed to outside, where they used to be, running around in their loincloths hunting for rapidly-moving, sneaky, tasty things.

I find it interesting the eggheads have started to pick up on this conflict. The conflict will no doubt unfold, in the years ahead, becoming more and more effervescent…I find that interesting too.

What I find most interesting of all, is that the two juxtaposed and contradictory forces in this conflict — men talk high, men talk low — are both provided by the preferences of the females. Females, as we’ve said many a time before here at The Blog That Nobody Reads, are individuals just like anybody else. They are not of one mind. And the female individuals part company on whether or not it’s a good thing that men are different from them, and can do things they cannot…write something in the snow, open a pickel jar, grow all kinds and types of hair on the face.

There are women who get agitated just thinking about it. And still prefer the company of “men.” Quasi-men. And they manage to find some. The poor bastards.

There are other women who practice viva la difference. They may be conservative, they may be liberal, they may go hunting for moose, they may have spent their entire lives indoors.

What should men do? My advice is the same for all men, whether they’re looking for a nice lady, or are already happy with the one they got. Just talk the way you naturally talk. If your voice is, indeed, two octaves above Middle C, then by all means talk that way — but I don’t think it is.

Save the question-mark-on-the-end for occasions on which it belongs there. Learn to declare things. I’m convinced, at this point, and with the passage of time I’m only becoming moreso…this has a direct bearing on how a man thinks. Some things are open to question, others are not, and the guys I’ve met who talk like women, seem to have a profound weakness for intellectually regarding matters closed that, in fact, are. They seem to live in this mind-falsetto world in which everything’s open to question, constantly. That isn’t good. And no, I’m no longer willing to entertain any further thought or pondering about that. Dammit.

In short, just follow the advice of this guy…

A Guest Q&A with Virgil Bierschwale

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

Hey, this is really good to see. Virgil’s been our blog-bud for awhile now, and not only is he picking up some traffic but he got himself a guest spot on manufacturethis.org as well. Well deserved.

Hope it’s the first limelight out of many, Virgil.

Blog Type

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

Analyzing Your Blog Type, hat tip goes to Buck, who was filed into the Myers-Briggs spectrum as an…

ESTP – The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Buck claims to have been missed by a country mile. On the other hand, the engine-widget-whatchamacallzit had a look over our material here at The Blog That Nobody Reads, and it came back with the same thing produced by everyone else who’s ever inspected us with MBTI in mind, going clear back to childhood:

INTP – The Thinkers

The logical and analytical type. They are especialy attuned to difficult creative and intellectual challenges and always look for something more complex to dig into. They are great at finding subtle connections between things and imagine far-reaching implications.

They enjoy working with complex things using a lot of concepts and imaginative models of reality. Since they are not very good at seeing and understanding the needs of other people, they might come across as arrogant, impatient and insensitive to people that need some time to understand what they are talking about.

I’m attracted to this because it’s a weekend, and the subject matter has nothing to do with politics. However…I take umbrage with this “imagine far-reaching implications” thing. Next time you want to write up a profile on INTP, I say, get an INTP to write it. We don’t imagine connections between things that appear unrelated, to the casual observer — we comprehend them.

There I go, failing to see or understand the needs of others again.

Least Favorite Conservatives

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

Right Wing News has put up a list of unliked conservatives, as voted-upon by “right of center” blogs such as this one. First, a minor quibble — this is not quite consistent with the way we see things here. What other folks call “conservative” is something we would call centrist. We see it as a personal practice of replying “Let’s Not Do It And Say We Did” to…you know…dumbass ideas that have already been tried lots of times before. Gun grabbing, pulling manufactured “rights” for special interest groups out of your rear end, eugenics, bloated welfare state, making atheism the official state religion, spreading the wealth, et al.

Opposing that is not right of center. It is the center. Most if it is written right into the U.S. Constitution. We just pretend it isn’t, by throwing around the word “constitution” as a figure of speech, and allowing it to be used by people who haven’t even glanced at that document, let alone studied the history and meaning of it.

I wouldn’t even bother with this quibble — except it has to do with what follows.

I found the list of despised conservatives, that I submitted, had only a small overlap with the “popular” list that was published in the end. I did not include, for example, Ann Coulter, George Bush or Peggy Noonan. I do not think you become “bad” at anything dealing with an exchange of ideas, when you simply become popular. That would imply conservative figureheads have a duty to stay popular. And if conservative figureheads have a duty to stay popular, we might as well call ’em liberals because that’s how you get popular and stay popular; by being a liberal.

I also didn’t include congressmen who’d cast pro-choice votes, unless they’d cast a vote on some other issue to call their credentials into serious question. I’ll not fault someone for applying their personal druthers, even when they represent hundreds of thousands of others, to an issue that is deeply personal to some, complex as all get-out, and cannot have an outcome that is completely fair to everyone. Not unless they’re pretending to be thoughtful and really following in lockstep to someone else.

On the other hand — I did include one or two “conservatives” who voted for gun control. To me, there is absolutely no logical reason to support gun control. It isn’t that I have a huge gun collection, or even that I like guns that much. It’s that, if you favor even “common sense” gun restrictions, you’ve missed an important point about what it means to be an American. You’ve revealed a sympathy for centrist authority that is quite incompatible with the intended spiritual underpinnings of our nation.

Ditto for tax increases. I don’t favor tax increases when governments are out of money. I’ve heard the argument before…”it’s a serious shortfall, and we aren’t gonna get it from anywhere else.” Eh, no. You raise taxes, people and businesses leave, next year the problem is worse. I’ve not yet seen it fail. On this point, conservatism is nothing radical — nothing over & above common sense. It is, simply, having a functional memory. Nothing more than that.

I have mixed feelings about what Mr. Hawkins is trying to do here, I must say. On the one hand, it is valuable for conservatives to inspect the list of individuals who have shouldered the responsibility for getting the message across, and what kind of job they’re doing. You’d have to be nuts to think everything is ship-shape in this department right about now.

On the other hand, whatever you might call us — tighty-righties, common-sensers, Great Americans — we do not worship popular people just because they’re popular. As I’m often fond of saying: An excellent product can be sold by an adequate salesman just as well as it can be sold by an excellent salesman; you don’t need the excellent salesman, unless you’re selling a substandard product that people really shouldn’t be buying. Since the conservatism I know is simply the possession of a decent memory, common sense, and the will to act upon those…it doesn’t have much use for excellent salesmen. Or it shouldn’t. If it does, something’s bollywonkers & gunnybags.

One other interesting point: John McCain is #1.

I can’t help but wonder what’s going on in a parallel universe in which Fred Thompson secured the nomination. And then lost. And then the Mirror-Universe John Hawkins gathers together his list of repellant conservatives. Think the former Senator from Tennessee would be Numero Uno? Think he’d even be on the list?

Hah!

This has a lot to do with another thing I’m often fond of saying. When people invite you refute something unflattering about you, it’s a mistake for you to think, by the energies you’re about to channel into doing this, you’ll get ’em to do what you want. That’s the mistake conservatives made this year. The talking point got trotted out that conservatism was a consistent and unwavering excercise of bad ideas…so John McCain became the nominee, so that Republicans could show off how adept they were at wavering. See? Look at us. We can waver.

And the electorate patted the Republicans on the head, said “that’s nice,” then toddled off to vote for the other guy.

And muttered a few words as they toddled, here & there, about what in the hell it was the Republicans were trying to say.

Life is like that. That’s the way people react when you dilute yourself, and your message. Whatever reservations people had about you before, remain; all you really dissipate by doing this, is the confidence that was there before.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXIV

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

…but blogger friend Gerard picked up a tiny sliver of one of our ramblings that he thought was worthy of repetition. We did not think so in the moment in which the snippet flowed from our undulating fingertips, and we still did not think so when we went snooping ’round the “blogosphere” this morning to see the reactions to last night’s Big Event. But when we saw it snipped out and hung up in his sidebar, we had to admit that, once again, our older and wiser friend was correct and we were wrong.

It’s a good ‘un, alright.

People will flock, like moths to flame, to a way of showcasing some inner decency that is costless.

One the one side of the spectrum is laying down on a plank of wood so a bunch of Roman assholes can nail your hands and feet to it, and hang you on it all afternoon until you’re dead.

On the other side of the spectrum is voting for Barack Obama.

On the cross-hanging side, you have something nobody does willingly.

On the voting-for-Obama side, you have something “everybody” does. In fact, that’s really about the only good thing they themselves can say about the decision they made. Popularity. Togetherness. They stuck it out and battled a boogeyman…whom now, logic and reason must doubt was ever there in first place.

On the cross-hanging side, the inner decency is undeniable, for the side-benefit of having people squawk away about what a swell guy you are, surely must be discounted as a motivating factor. That’s a true sacrifice. It was done for the benefit of others and not to get props.

On the voting-for-Obama side, it is the childlike hunger for positive strokes from others, that is undeniable…it is the concern for others, that must be exposed to scrutiny, question and skepticism. We know they did it “to be a part of this thing” and to exchange high-fives with others who were part of it. We heard them say it all year long; last night, we saw ’em doing it. We don’t really know if they were motivated by anything else.

History is just, and ironic too. Those who act solely out of a desire for thumbs-ups from total strangers, deprive themselves of any other benefit, and soon lose that as well. Those who sacrifice their personal well-being out of a desire to make things different for the total strangers in a positive way, and not to showcase this inner decency, end up showcasing it — and they receive the thumbs-up denied to others, that didn’t even motivate them.

Let December 25th be a reminder of this powerful irony. Because that’s exactly what it is.

We now return you to the pre-coronation festival of Ozymandias.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXIII

Friday, October 17th, 2008

…but blogger friend Cassy Fiano just compared us to the Sarahcuda. Wow, now THAT is a compliment. Kinda headed in the opposite direction from where it needs to go, though, ya know what I mean? Like having Dracula call you a vampire, or Yoda call you a Jedi Master, or…or…

…those metaphors are all lame. I get that way when I’m all giddy and overwhelmed. Wow, you could fry eggs on my big red ears right now.

She threw us all that attention on her way out of town. Letting go of the wheel. We already said we’d get a post ready to go, for our “guest blogging” stint sometime tonight…and wham, bam, here it is Friday already. We’ll get something locked & loaded, because hey, we said we would. And it’s not as if there’s a shortage of nonsense stuff going on already.

Seriously…we are just humbled, and overwhelmed. No, Cassy, you are the Sarahcuda! YOU are!

One More Thing On That Veep Debate

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

You know how the CNN news-babe had her teleprompter programmed to reminder her that Whoah, we have an overwhelming consensus that Biden won the debate!

Well, that was fishy from the get-go because anyone watching for themselves could see the special CNN panel was more-or-less deadlocked.

For those who care about consensus-politics…which is most people…Blogger Friend Phil has gone through and tallied up the votes. Hit the freeze-frame button just as many times as he needed to. And yes, indeed, it would appear that whether fourteen is a bigass overwhelming number or a teeny-weeny throwaway number depends…entirely, not just a little bit…on fourteen of what, exactly?

You are traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop, the CNN Zone!

This is why we have blogs, folks. You really have to wonder what kind of crap we were being sold by Jennings, Rather, Brokaw, Cronkite, et al. You really do have to stop and seriously wonder. This bullshit has a long history of working; if it didn’t, they wouldn’t be trying it.

We Watch the Same Thing, We See Different Things

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

Here’s something interesting about human behavior. The following clip was added by 1stAmendmentVoter who is apparently an Obama supporter. This person seems pretty sure that when Palin and Biden went head-to-head, the Senator from Delaware was a clear victor. It’s only two minutes long. Why don’t you scan it for some actual reasons that a neutral observer should think Sarah Palin lost the debate.

Did you see what I saw? A poll. A poll of strangers decided, 51-36, that Biden did a better job. If you go to the page for this clip you see a bunch of quotes from luminaries. Also strangers. But what neutral, objective, balanced and dispassionate strangers they are, huh.

Bob Shrum: “She Barely Kept Up”… “McCain Lost the VP Debate Too”… Madeleine Albright: “Biden’s Night… We Need A VP Who Can Be Persuasive With Foreign Leaders”…Leah McElrath Renna: “Biden’s Tears Did More For The Equality Of The Sexes Than Palin’s Presence”… Newsweek’s Fineman: Palin Like “A Wolverine Attacking The Pant Leg Of A Passerby”

Now, back in ’95 we saw our country’s racial divide open up just a bit, as O.J. Simpson’s trial entered the home stretch and then finally reached a verdict. What arose to confront us was the Rashomon syndrome; two people with different interests, especially different interests seldom discussed in polite company, see something. It’s a singular thing. They disagree about what it is they saw. They shouldn’t, but they do.

That’s what’s happening right now with this Palin/Biden debate. What interest me here, however, is what is presented by the two different sides as they each make the case why they saw things the way they think they saw them. In 2008, this is what makes the sides truly different; these different perspectives, speak to their character. Go back and watch that clip again. Study it, one more time, for reasons you should think Biden won the debate. What do you find? You should think Biden won the debate…because…this other person, over here, thinks Biden won the debate.

Compare and contrast. John Hawkins has a YouTube clip too. His clip gives reasons to think Palin won the debate. Except Hawkins does something pretty strange here: He allows viewers to listen to the debate themselves! Wow, you’re putting a lot of faith in the hoi polloi, aren’t you John?

For me, this defines a crucial difference between the way liberals and conservatives think. How they see things. What goes on in their heads when they see things. Liberalism is the last gasp of a dying age — the twentieth century, in which it was a novelty that one man could speak, and in that very moment be heard by thousands or millions. By the nature of that kind of technology it is impossible to unworkable for those masses to have any efficient way of letting the speaker know what they thought of him. Mass communication is not necessarily bidirectional communication. And so, having reached maturity on this imbalanced diet, liberalism has nurtured down to the marrow of its bones a reflexive proclivity to tell people what to think.

A liberal is not necessarily inclined to make the clip John Hawkins made. Some liberals do, of course. If you show a great level of competence and creativity in selecting the clips to include, and sequence them just so, so that your compilation eventually compels an uninformed viewer to reach conclusions directly opposed from what reality would suggest — what you have there, then, is a Michael Moore product. And isn’t Mr. Moore’s career just a damning indictment of liberalism itself. He became famous because he discovered ways to c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y show some footage in such a way that liberalism looked good. Question: If that’s Moore’s contribution, but liberalism is already supposed to be a good idea, then why was his chosen craft such an incredible novelty? Answer: Because there is some difficulty involved in getting that done.

Now, look at Hawkins’ clip one more time. There is no Michael-Moore trickery involved here; this is exactly the way the debate went down, just with a little bit less waiting. What he’s showing are, for all intents and purposes, random samples. Liberals must tell people what to think, conservatives allow people to make up their own minds about things. And this is the way things went. Palin would highlight in some subtle way the difference between the way people decide things inside the beltway, and the way people decide things in the rest of the country. Biden, if he is truly a master of expressing the best part of an argument through his words and his tone and his facial expressions, must have been making a counter-argument of “look how white my teeth are” because that’s all he had to say about it. Just a big ol’ crocodile smile. Nothing else.

That would be an effective and fair summary of most of what took place.

Palin: Something is wrong in Washington. Those people do not think about important problems the way people with real responsibilities think about important problems.
Biden: Yeah, but look what a great smile I have!

Well, you know what my conclusion is about it? Biden and Palin both represented the grievances and passions of millions of their virtual constituents in this match-up. And that’s how debates are truly won. But Biden’s constituents are a bunch of peaceniks. Their battle cry, of an “illegal and unjust war,” is old and tired by now. We invaded Iraq; get over it. We can debate what to do going forward, but as far as going in in the first place, it’s a piece of history. Furthermore, Biden’s tent is way too big. Some of his constituents genuinely do hate the country. They do, they do, they do — some of ’em. Others have a more sincere desire to see peace. Some are pie-eyed absolutists living in utopian bubbles, and insist war should become a thing of the past. Others are more realistic and say war is sometimes unavoidable, but it should only be engaged when it is inevitable, and that was not the case here. Some are anarchists. Some are totalitarians. Some are isolationists. Others desire a one-world government with more authority invested in the United Nations.

Obama and Biden face an impossible task of uniting them…should they win this election. I don’t think it’s really do-able. These people have nothing in common with each other. Their egos are wrapped up in the Obama/Biden ticket because of Barack Obama’s personal charisma, and Obama’s charisma holds such an appeal for them because they’re uninformed on the issues. That’s their commonality. The only one.

Wonder Palin!Palin emerges as the true heroine here, fighting the good fight. She’s representing the rest of us. We’re out here in “flyover country,” living our lives…our normal lives…and Washington, DC is getting further and further away from us. Quite frankly, we don’t know what to make of it. We’re working and paying bills, and nobody’s bailing us out of things. This “Dick Cheney” guy Biden kept bashing all night long, calling him the most dangerous Vice President ever — what is the Cheney doctrine, anyway? It’s also called the One Percent Doctrine and it says if there’s a 1% chance that shenanigans are going on, sometimes you have to treat it as a certainty if you regard the potential shenanigans to be a sufficient cause for concern. This just goes to show how far apart the beltway is from the rest of the world, because out here, that makes perfect sense. It may very well be the most unpopular doctrine to ever have been voiced around the Patomac, since the day our nation’s capitol was located there. Out here, meanwhile, everyone who manages their own life’s business, believes in the One Percent Doctrine. It is how we do things. Everyone believes in it…except for those who are somehow sheltered from making decisions that matter.

One percent chance there are black widows under your kids’ play equipment, you treat it as a certainty.

One percent chance your wife’s car has a leak in the brake lines, you treat it as a certainty.

One percent chance you left the stove on when you left the house, you act as if you most certainly did.

It really all comes down to management styles. Palin won the debate, because the way she makes decisions about things that come under her executive management jurisdiction, flows seamlessly into the way she managed this debate; and that, in turn, flows seamlessly into her personality. She’s the mother bear protecting her cubs — but she doesn’t treat the rest of us as cubs to be protected. She treats us as other mother bears, who are also protecting our cubs. Because that is precisely what we are.

And we don’t understand voting for something before voting against it — as she pointed out (right before another impressive display of Biden crocodile teeth). We don’t see how it’s okay to lie about something under oath just because the question was “personal”; we don’t understand comments about “letting Wall Street run wild” when we know the regulators had much more of a hand making the problem in the first place. We don’t understand bailouts. We don’t understand saying all these nice things about John McCain, and then once you’re Barack Obama’s running mate, trying to get people to pretend you never said them. We don’t understand radical left-wing democrats when they protest a war, make up lies about the soldiers killing and raping civilians — and then claim to support the troops. We don’t understand all this brow-beating that global warming is a big concern, but the damage to our infrastructure from these carbon cap-and-trade initiatives are not…and these creeps all over the world putting fatwas on the United States and trying to develop nuclear weapons…are also not a concern. We don’t see how it’s any of Germany’s or France’s or Canada’s damn business who we’re going to elect as our next leader. We don’t understand that. We just don’t get that stuff, and we don’t want to get it. You have a job to do, you do it. If something comes along that might mess up that job, you treat it as a certainty that it will.

And you do not, do not, do not, ever lead people by giving them sanctimonious and poorly-informed instructions that they shouldn’t be worried about something, that in reality, should worry the dickens out of ’em. It’s a contrast between weak management and strong management. That’s what this election is really all about. So if someone is out there thinking Biden won the debate, and they’re voting, that’s just the latest piece of evidence that we have way too many people in this country voting.

Our candidates for high office shouldn’t be selling us weak management with slick sales pitches, emotional connections, mosh pits and crocodile teeth. They shouldn’t even be tempted to mobilize a campaign like that. Yet they are not only tempted, but acting on it.

Don’t blame the candidates, blame the people. But Palin won. Among thinking men and women who have real responsibilities, there can be no question.

Thing I Know #112. Strong leadership is a dialog: That which is led, states the problem, the leader provides the solution. It’s a weak brand of leadership that addresses a problem by directing people to ignore the problem.

Two Visits per Day

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

Seriously? Two?

Ya gotta be kiddin’ me. Maybe. I tried to get his Sitemeter link to work, and couldn’t do it.

Whatever.

Go hit Dipso.

Watcher of Weasels

Monday, September 1st, 2008

Terry Trippany, editor, CEO, chief cook and bottle-washer of our parent site Webloggin, has been voted in as the new Watcher in Watcher of Weasels.

It’s neither a democracy nor a dictatorship. WoW is a council-vote driven enterprise. It’s an unapologetic star-chamber. The voting is done on a weekly basis, with the nominations right out in the open, for the view of everyone. It ends up being an exceptionally informative site.

Do keep an eye out.

Pam in San Bernardino Has Never Seen High Noon

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

Via Rick, a discussion taking place on Desperate Preacher, kicked off by Pam with some comments that are truly asinine noteworthy:

In John McCain’s recent commercials, he calls himself the Original Maverick. In our household, we’ve had some different responses to this. I’d like to know how you hear it and what you think he’s trying to communicate.

First time we heard the commercial, both my husband and son started yelling “Goose!”, much to my amazement. I didn’t understand it at all. They said it was a reference to Top Gun, and that Maverick was a character in the movie, as was Goose.

I pictures guns and cowboy hats, and a swagger down a dusty street.

Neither of these images work for me as an appeal for Presidential Character.

Any thoughts?

My comment at Rick’s place speaks for itself. (DP, by banning Rick, has indicated that the place desires to be an echo chamber above all other things, so I’ll keep my silence there out of respect for their wishes.)

Rev Pam wishes to broadcast to the world wide web that she has never seen High Noon before.

Very well. Noted.

You remember High Noon, don’t you. It’s a movie where the bad guy is coming to Hadleyville on the noon train, and the Sheriff understands a confrontation is in order. All the citizens of Hadleyville go hiding behind doors and shutters, leaving him to face the evil alone. The “consensus” of the town seems to be that evil, in fact, doesn’t really exist — or if it does, it’ll just go away if it’s ignored. Only the Sheriff understands this is wrong, and in his solitude he is not deterred.

Arguably, if this is not the best western movie ever made, it could very well be the western movie with the strongest connection to the unsettling conundrums that surface from time to time in real life.

In fact, I would argue that this is what makes a western movie. Clarity of moral definition…coupled with ambiguity about what to do. Personal safety placed in the corner directly opposite from the “make sure good prevails over evil” corner.

That’s why our leftists hate cowboys so much. Well, it’s true. High time someone said so.

Fuquod, being a keyboard-building fool, chimes in with the discredited chickenhawk argument:

…and rick…did you even attempt to serve?

We call them “keyboard builders” here because their argument is predicated on the notion that if you aren’t personally doing something then you have no business thinking positive thoughts about anybody else who is doing it, nor are you permitted to so much as to acknowledge, audibly or in silence, that what they do needs doing.

The argument they seek to make, depends completely on this nonsensical premise. Not just a little bit. Completely.

So I figure every time I read this argument, and it was typed into a computer somewhere, whoever said it must build keyboards for a living. I mean, the accusation they’re leveling is one of hypocrisy, so I know no way could those guys be hypocrites. They have to be building keyboards.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

Holtie’s House

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

Peter says he’s going away.

This is a terrible loss, as Holtie’s House has been a great place to go when you need that pick-me-up — after work, not during. Never been anything too heavy, just some cool funny stuff…like this, for example:

And this…

And bits of humor like this…

Thought for the day:

I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives. By following the simple advice I heard on a Medical TV show, I have finally found inner peace. A Doctor proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started. So I looked around my house to see things I’d started and hadn’t finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of shhhardonay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of vocka, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a box a chocolets. Yu haf no idr who fkin gud I fel.Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee AR in Aned ov inr pece.

…and this…

Jim decided to propose to Sandy, but prior to her acceptance Sandy had to confess to her man about her childhood illness. She informed Jim that she suffered a disease that left her breasts at maturity of a 12 year old. He stated that it was OK because he loved her soooo much.

However, Jim felt this was also the time for him to open up and admit that he also had a deformity too. Jim looked Sandy in the eyes and said…. “I too have a problem. My penis is the same size as an infant and I hope you could deal with that once we are married.”

She said, “Yes I will marry you and learn to live with your infant size penis.”

Sandy and Jim got married and they could not wait for the Honeymoon. Jim whisked Sandy off to their hotel suite and they started touching, teasing, holding one another…As Sandy put her hands in Jim’s pants she began to scream and ran out of the room! Jim ran after her to find out what was wrong. “You told me you penis was the size of an infant!”, she said.

“Yes it is….. 8 pounds, 7 ounces, 19 inches long!!”

Farewell, Peter. You’ll be missed.

Sister Toldjah

Sunday, August 3rd, 2008

Our thoughts and hopes for the best possible outcome are with Sister Toldjah. May her visits to the doctor become shorter and shorter, and more and more boring.

Why don’t you head on over if the spirit moves you, and offer a kind word or two.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XIX

Friday, July 25th, 2008

…but I hope I can send some attention to the Folds of Honor Foundation.

It began with the death of 28-year-old Brock Bucklin, an Army specialist from Caledonia. He was killed May 31, 2006 in Iraq when fellow soldiers were lifting heavy equipment and a hoist broke.

His sacrifice was etched on the hearts of the passengers on the flight that returned his body home.

When the plane landed, Bucklin’s 4-year-old son, Jacob, rushed to the casket carrying his hero’s body. That image stuck with Capt. Dan Rooney who was on that flight and has been on several tours in the Middle East.

“I was on a United Airlines flight, 664. You don’t remember the numbers of many flights in your life, but this was a night that my life changed,” Rooney told 24 Hour News 8. “For me, being an F-16 pilot, I’ve seen combat, I’ve seen death and destruction in Iraq. But I’d never seen that side of it. And having three daughters of my own, it was something that really struck me.”

Rooney decided to combine his two passions – patriotism and golf – and started the Folds of Honor Foundation, a scholarship to help pay for school for some of the 187,000 dependents left behind by war.

We were following a trackback and ended up at looking at a Linkfest Haven page at Elections Blog. We get lots of trackbacks that are just plain spam, and this one aroused our curiosity because it had some spamtastic attributes but was missing others. We picked up some unmistakably human-authored English and decided to investigate. From that, we found The Blog That Nobody Reads was already participating passively, and we decided to participate actively, and from that decision we wrote ‘er up.

Makes a lot more sense for that foundation to get attention from us, than the other way ’round.

Cassy with gunAlso, we’re going to be putting up some “guest blog” pages over at Cassy Fiano’s spot next week while she’s out of town, and she’s specifically asked us to toot our own horn while we’re over there…or strongly suggested we do so, repeatedly. Not so much that, but kind of left the door open — in a “nudge, nudge” sort of a way. We appreciate the offer and we’ll probably take her up on it…during which time, we expect the Writer’s Block to set in thicker than usual. “Horn-tooting” is a little out of character for us. Some of you nobodies who don’t stop by to not read The Blog That Nobody Reads, have been not stopping by and not reading it for awhile by now…and you know we’re a scrapbook, not a billboard. In other words, the central theme here is something like NOTE TO SELF: What is up with that chucklehead Barack Obama? You wouldn’t believe the wombat crazy bollywonkers crazy thing he did today…

…and whoever sees it, sees it, and whoever doesn’t, doesn’t. WHATEVER. Yes, we’re pleased with the e-friends we’ve made since our go-live date following the 2004 elections. Yes, we’re as addicted to Sitemeter as the next guy. But “Hey Innernets! Guess what I think about THIS” is not our primary objective; and I doubt we’re alone here, I think this is a myth that has been started about the blogging community as a whole. We’re not attention whores. The driving force behind our having a blog in the first place is that some folks have thoughts that make a lot more sense in the written medium, than in the verbal one. Sometimes.

Anyway. We’ll be following a cross-posting format so in theory, you won’t see much over at Cassy’s place that you won’t see here. But that’s theory, there are bound to be exceptions. Besides, there are a lot more commenters over there than here, and some of ’em will be worth meeting, so do head on over. Not to say anything against the nobodies here…you’re worth meeting too.

But in the final analysis, Cassy has a much prettier face than I do, and a decent brain behind it. Stop on by and say a hello on her way out of town.

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.

So Let’s Talk About What’s Good

Friday, July 4th, 2008

Via Obi’s Sister

What’s right about the US of A. You get to both read and write.