Archive for February, 2008

Finally Proud, Hungry for Change

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

Michelle ObamaI thought it was great when blogger friend Phil highlighted the model American stump speech as retold by Mark Steyn:

My friends, we live in the greatest nation in the history of the world. I hope you’ll join with me as we try to change it.

Barack Obama’s wife Michelle seems to agree with the last part of the model speech:

“Hope is making a comeback and, let me tell you, for the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country. Not just because Barack is doing well, but I think people are hungry for change,” she said during a rally in downtown Milwaukee.

“I have seen people who are hungry to be unified around some basic common issues and it has made me proud,” she told supporters.

Okay, so she’s not talking about 1994 when we put Republicans in charge of Congress and she’s not talking about 1980 when we elected Reagan. Michelle Obama was an adult during those times, so we can pretty well establish she doesn’t mean any ol’ “basic common issues.”

She’s talking about the “issues” embraced by people who are supportive of her husband. You know, that whittles the field down a great big bunch, or not at all, depending on your point of view. What are Barack’s issues? Well, I know he wants to pull out of Iraq. Beyond that all I’ve heard about the guy is that it’s so wonderful he’s serving as a Senator even though he isn’t a big ol’ fat corrupt drunk white guy from a privileged family who thinks himself above the law (and I note with interest it’s one of Obama’s most fervent supporters who is most responsible for starting that stereotype). And that he has a really warm personality and makes people feel good…which aren’t “common issues.”

So for the first time in her life, Michelle Obama feels proud of her country because it’s about to retreat. Surrender fast or we just might win, and all that.

Perhaps she misspoke. Perhaps she meant to say she’s always been proud of her country and is just extra-extra proud now. But that isn’t what she said, and Occam’s Razor does not smile favorably on this — instead, it leans toward the Fifth Column.

If we can make a big ol’ election fight out of this, the country stands a good chance to make some lemonade out of these three sour lemons with which we’ve been saddled as we try to put a decent butt in the chair behind the most powerful desk in the world. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it became impossible to moderate a presidential debate in 2008 without asking “Senator, this next question is for you: Should Americans be proud?” And…a simple yes or no will be just fine. You have one second for this one.

For the same situation to exist in all the elections from here on out, would be even better. Might not change anything. But it couldn’t hurt.

Operation Yellow Elephant

Monday, February 18th, 2008

We live in a “Daily Show” age, one chock full of silly arguments constructed to offer a semblance of durability without being the slightest bit workable or structurally sound. These are the ideas so confounding and absurd, that whenever you hear them they’re packaged inseparably with a thick layer of obfuscating sarcasm. They can’t be uttered without the requisite bitterly ironic humor. There’s ALWAYS a chuckle at the end. If the idea is taken seriously for even a fraction of a second, it crumbles.

I’m not at all surprised to see ideas like this.

But I’m a little bit taken aback seeing a website dedicated to one of them.

Of course, even there, the idea is never expressed seriously even for a moment without the requisite above-mentioned thick layer of confounding sarcasm. So…out of necessity…and this is always the case…I shall have to do my best to extrapolate it.

My support for the war is revealed to be…

a. Morally tenuous
b. Hypocritical
c. Craven and cowardly
d. Prohibited by law
e. Insincere
f. Worthy of a rap across the knuckles with a ruler by an angry nun
g. Shenanigans!
h. Dumb and stupid, and I’m a big ol’ dopey pie-head
i. All of the above

…because I…
a. Don’t serve
b. Have never served
c. Haven’t personally killed anyone
d. Haven’t been in a fist fight lately
e. Haven’t donated blood
f. Haven’t donated food
g. Haven’t donated money
h. Haven’t been to Iraq or Afghanistan
i. Any of the above

Part of the reason I’m surprised to see this idea enshrined in a blog of its own, is that it seemed to me its glory days had already passed. I’m actually relieved to see this is not the case, because I was never able to dissect this. Maybe this is a great second-chance.

First — we need to find out what’s supposed to happen to me. The nice folks who push this idea, I’m sure, would be righteously indignant at any insinuation that they’re opposed to freedom of speech or expression of ideas contrary to theirs, but you see, it’s impossible to tell that for sure. Their beloved idea is so consistently propagated with that all-important thick enveloping of dark humor and sarcasm, that I’m not sure what they want done and neither is anyone else. Should I be fined $100 for supporting this war in which I’m not fighting? Or should we get rid of our “all-volunteer” military and force people like me to go to the recruiting station?

No, I’m not one of the guys who volunteered. But I understand why they did. I think they were raised the way I was, in a series of rituals that might seem at the time to be unimportant, but when you grow up change the way you look at everything. Like taking the garbage out. What little kid hasn’t complained about having to do that…and yet, if I used the “Operation Yellow Elephant” argument on my mother, which would boil down to the time-honored outburst of “why is it MY job…I don’t see YOU taking out the garbage”…I would have received a stern lecture about we all have to do our part, your father works to support this family and I cook and clean so that you have food to eat and clothes to wear. So, no, you don’t have to see us taking out the garbage. We’ve done our part, you have yours, they’re all important and they’re all appreciated.

But I’ll be damned if I’m going to see you sitting around doing what you want all day while everyone else does all the work, just because you fancy yourself to be a brilliant savant of irittating, snotty protestations.

Not that I see our men and women in Iraq and Afghanistan as being on par with taking out the garbage…

…well, wait, actually I do. Garbage men are worthy of appreciation. If you don’t have any garbage men, the garbage piles up and pretty soon you’re buried in it; seems to me with the peace dividend of a decade ago, that’s exactly what we had been doing.

But I digress. I think, with this evidence there are people still peddling the thoroughly discredited “you can’t support the war if you don’t fight in it” argument, what I’m seeing are people who were raised by that other kind of Mom. The no-spank-em, Dr.-Benjamin-Spock Mom. The lowercase-m mom.

She said, “you’re absolutely right, sweetie, I shouldn’t be asking you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself” and cheerfully took the garbage out. Hugs!

And so we have a bunch of people walking around, with the same privileges as you and me, who think — but won’t say outright, not without that all-important thick enveloping of obfuscating sarcasm — nobody should do anything. About anything. They’d like to package their message as “you can’t appreciate what anybody does if you aren’t doing that yourself” — as if that were any more legitimate. But their message really is that you can’t appreciate anybody…period. They were raised from infancy, not having to.

The time came for their lowercase-m moms to educate them about the things they enjoy that are connected to the efforts of others, and the lowercase-m moms took a pass. Why do I say this? Because if you simply accept that most basic of truths, that the staples of our lives — nevermind the luxuries — involve such a diversification and disparity of specialized efforts, that simply going about our daily routines involves a dependence on the beneficial actions of others and we’d better damn well be thankful for them…just incorporating that truism, you inflict such a devastating assault on the ramshackle argument that it dissolves like a sugarcube canoe.

If, on the other hand, you accept the O.Y.E. argument — and nobody’s saying you should, without that little sarcastic chuckle on the end — what a busy life you have now! Because you need to get those coffee beans picked and roasted for tomorrow’s brew. And then you need to pump some crude oil out of the ground and refine it into gasoline for your car. And slaughter that cow, which of course you raised from calf-hood, for your next roast beef sandwich.

Because you aren’t allowed to appreciate anything, or by extension to make any kind of use of it, unless you participate in it personally. Or, to look at it a more direct way, if you don’t participate in anything personally, you are obligated to condemn and deplore it.

Now pardon me, I’m off to take out the garbage. And go build some keyboards while I’m at it.

Hopeful

Monday, February 18th, 2008

H/T: Neo-Neocon, via Rain in the Doorway.

We Act Like We Want More

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Effectiveness? Zero.Gerard chose to caption the picture you see to the left “After the predictable killings comes the predictable vigil. Effectiveness? Zero.” Of course, that depends on how you define effectiveness. Nobody wants such acts of violence to occur and re-occur again and again. Not wanting it is easy. Acting like you don’t want it to happen again…that’s the tough part.

I think the vigil is remarkably effective. Effective for selling newspapers and getting people to tune in to the idjit box, that is. Effective at preventing the next murderous rampage? Not so much. And, as Gerard points out, the gun free zone doesn’t do much either. The way we make rules to address things like this, and the way we talk about it when the rules don’t do what we thought they were designed to do…none of this stuff looks like we really want the carnage to stop. Simply put, we act like we want more.

What I think is going unmentioned here is the ever-evolving way in which we talk about newsworthy events like this. It’s something we’ve discussed here before, noting how strange the wording seems now in a contemporary article about a horrible San Francisco accident in 1900. We put a lot of effort now into making things more seeeeeeennnnnsitive before they make it into the newspaper. In the case of structural accidents at football games, this has little to no effect at all on the likelihood the accident will happen again.

Not so much the case with people shooting other people, though. I think deep down everybody understands that.

Seldom does anybody directly address it, though.

Case in point: Another article about a horrible newsworthy event is much more recent than 1900, and closer to me than San Francisco. Specifically, this came out in my local paper on Friday (registration required). It describes the murder of a young man in a hotel parking lot a week ago. First four paragraphs…

It took Joe Hunter five years to rescue himself from the cycle of despair that followed the slaying of his 17-year-old son more than a decade ago.

When he did, Hunter made a decision: He would become a part of the lives of his five other children.

But he is being tested again.

Alex Hunter, Joe Hunter’s youngest child, was shot to death early Sunday while leaving the Doubletree Hotel off Arden Way, police said. He had just celebrated his 21st birthday when a man driving a car nearly hit his older brother in the parking lot, then got out of the car and began arguing with the group, witnesses said.

Bereaved Family…last three…

His father smiles when he talks about his son’s life, but has trouble listening to the story of his killing or looking at the bright yellow Ford Mustang the young man bought last summer.

He said he is trying to focus on remembering his son’s spirit, and he wants those who attend Alex’s funeral at 10 a.m. Monday at Antioch Baptist Church in Meadowview to dress in bright colors to celebrate his life.

“I’m going to get over … No, you can’t get over this,” Joe Hunter said. “But I’m going to stay strong, because he would want that.”

Joe Hunter’s story is indeed sad and troubling. But as my Sunday morning news channel drones on about how saaaaaaaaad the little kidlets are up in DeKalb, I’m becoming famished for some hard news about these things. They aren’t natural weather patterns, you know. Some tornado carries off a guy’s house, you can bring me some “news” about how he’s being tested and how he’s coming to grips with it and trying to stay strong. I won’t want too much else. If the house had his family inside, I’m still with ya.

But this wasn’t an Act of God.

This was an act of some dickhead with a gun.

Which makes this section in the middle of the story ironic and profoundly troubling…

Joe Londell Hunter, who was 18 when his other brother was shot to death less than two miles from the Doubletree, tried to come up with a license plate number or a suspect’s description for the police. No arrests have been made, and investigators simply said they are looking for a young man.

Sacramento Police Sgt. Matt Young said the trend of more and more simple arguments being settled with guns is “really disturbing.” Three people have been killed by gunfire in the city this year – all 22 years old or younger.

“Altercations that 15 or 20 years ago would have been handled with a fistfight, the young people in our society today are pulling out guns and killing people,” Young said. “What’s troubling is trying to pinpoint where these young people are getting this message that there’s no value attached to someone’s life.” [emphasis mine]

Where do they get the message that there’s no value attached to a life?

My answer to that would be the old adage about nature abhorring a vacuum. I don’t see any messages here that a life is worth much of anything. Yeah, there’s a family of people who are very sad now that the life is gone, I guess from that some would say the life has meaning. But I don’t think those are the people who have much need to get the message. You have to have some human decency for that to affect you.

Where’s the message that you’ll get punished if you take a life?

Where are the details that would help us everyday citizens to find this “young man”? I think it should be obvious to everyone, that phrase could benefit from a bit more narrowing-down.

If & when the young man is found, what is likely to happen to him? Depending on the circumstances when you shoot someone, there are a number of charges that could be filed, and it’s not necessary to find the perpetrator before there’s some definition involved in how the justice system is going to treat the crime. Seems to me a press that truly values human life, might see fit to mention some of that.

But above all, when people are special and have worth, you don’t just hope-against-hope they can ramble around unharmed for awhile, crying in your beer if a predator does happen to come along and carry off one or two. That is how you manage a flock of sheep. Or chickens. Except…not quite…because sheep and chickens have a little bit more value. If one or two sheep/chickens have gone missing, and then you’re out with your rifle and you see a wolf lurking around, you don’t take the time to confirm that this might, indeed, be the animal responsible for the shenanigans. You just cock and aim and shoot the sucker on sight.

Of course we can’t do that. Even predators against humans are human as well, and they do have rights. But I’m hard-pressed to see how that backs us into a corner of discussing only the family’s pain, and remaining so ignorant and reluctant to discuss the “hard” aspects of this story. You know. The stuff that might make it a bit more likely the thug will be taken down. And, if he isn’t, that the message will nevertheless get out that human life has value, and you’d better not end anybody else’s if you want your own to last awhile.

Look at it this way: The way we do things now, is supposed to be so much more “civilized” than having a gallows in the town square. We just take that at face value, leaving it unscrutinized. But can someone tell me please: If we did have a gallows in the town square, would we have a police sergeant bemoaning the problem that young people “are getting this message that there’s no value attached to someone’s life”?

I doubt it. I highly, highly doubt it. If I’m thinking of seriously killing someone, I take one look at those gallows, with my weight in a sandbag being test-dropped a time or two…and from that moment forward I’m going to be as gentle as a lamb.

As it is now, if I have those same thoughts, and I actually take the time to read a story like this one to figure out what’s going to happen to me, here’s what I get out of it: I’ll get away. Police are going to be looking for a “male” (I’m a little past the “young” stage). And I’ll make some people sad.

That’s it.

Time for a re-think of some things.

This Is Good XLVII

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

Dilbert’s been kind of hit-n-miss lately, but I have to doubt like hell I’ve seen the last of this

On the Crystal Skull

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

Pretty good, as movie trailers go.

I’ve not seen him return to the high level of performance in the first installment, but I have some high hopes for this one.

In my view, there’s a delicate formula at work. Indiana Jones is undeniably the central character, but simply defining him as a hero capable of achieving the goal is insufficient for completing the task at hand. The star of the first movie, really, was the Ark of the Covenant. Dr. Jones was just one among a multitude of protagonists who were trying to find it — the titular “raiders.” If he were viewed through the same lens through which we saw him since, it would have ruined the movie.

A fascinating hero has to be a careful balance between the competent and the mundane, between what’s simplistic and what’s deep and mysterious. To remanufacture such a hero into a deity is a huge mistake.

Here’s a great example of what I mean. I noticed Dr. Jones’ fellow noted fictional archeologist Lara Croft’s biography was re-done (and possibly, although for now this is a matter of perspective, rebooted/re-imagined) with her own last installment…

Lady Lara Croft has already eclipsed her father’s career; as of this writing she is credited with the discovery of some fifteen archeological sites of international significance. These sites are still yielding new and exciting insights to the past on an ongoing basis. No one can deny Lady Croft’s incredible contribution to the field of archeology, however she is not without her detractors.

Lara’s methods have been frequently called into question by government officials and other practicing archeologists. She has been described variously as anything from cavalier to downright irresponsible. Some scholars have suggested that her notorious lack of documentation and brute force methodology have contaminated countless sites and done more harm than good. There have even been (unsubstantiated) allegations that Lara actually takes items from these sites before informing the international community of their locations, and that she is nothing more than a glorified treasure hunter.
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Nevertheless if you even make a cursory search on the Internet for the Unexplained, the Mysterious and the Downright Unbelievable, time and again you will find Lara Croft’s name appearing. She appears to be a hero to conspiracy theorists and alternate history aficionados alike.

It seems the further you dig into Lady Croft’s life, the more bewildering and mysterious she becomes. Perhaps like the archeological sites she discovers, we have only scratched the surface of this incredible woman and the complex and inscrutable secrets buried deep within her.

And then Lara/Indiana was responsible for the moon being properly hung, forming the Grand Canyon, traveling back to the time of the ancient pyramids and defeating the dread evil robot Kubla Kahn.

An Indiana Jones franchise that seeks renewed and eternal life, needs to steer clear of this kind of nonsense. His character changed movie history in the first place by being just some more-or-less ordinary guy. A guy who had cat-like reflexes and was good with a bullwhip, true. But as the first movie ground onward and through the famous truck chase, what really fascinated us with him was his ingenuity, resourcefulness, determination — lack of superpowers — stuff we all have.

And throughout that particular adventure, Marion did some stuff…Sallah did some stuff…even Brody and Musgrove and Eaton did some stuff…without those contributions, the Nazis would have gotten the Ark. If the fourth installment is going to be an endless process of scary things happening, followed by all heads swinging toward the godlike Indy as everybody wonders “what’s he gonna do about that?”, then I predict a movie that’s going to suck.

This is why the second installment was so bad. Of course not everybody agrees with that

The film won an Academy Award for Visual Effects. Indeed, both Lucas and Spielberg have stated that Temple of Doom was focused on effects to a higher degree than either Raiders of the Lost Ark or Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It has a 91% rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

But the fact remains, it’s a bore. I own it. Among the movies I’d want to watch again, it’s pretty close to the bottom of the stack…because, wonderful special effects aside, it’s boring. Half the footage is of Kate Capshaw being a loud screaming whining weenie, probably because…

Steven Spielberg and George Lucas aimed to make the sequel to Raiders of the Lost Ark much darker, due to their personal moods following their break-up and divorce respectively.

Nothing like misogyny to add depth to things.

As far as the third one, it was somewhat better but this is mostly because of Mr. Connery’s amazing talents. Also, the effort to “flesh out” the character a little bit more, make him more like a real person, was mostly a success. But it was flawed, a victim of the Dark Ages between the late 1980’s and mid 1990’s when masculine heroism was thought to be passé.

In that time, it was a rule, or might as well have been one. If a straight white six-foot-tall male saves the day, there has to be something wrong with him.

And so Indiana Jones had some daddy issues.

And I doubt the filmmakers will ever admit it, but this made it so difficult to continue the series afterward that it was singularly responsible for the gaping chasm of time between the third installment and now. Why — I drove a brand-new Toyota right into the ground in that length of time. Yes, I did. Bought ‘er brand new after the third movie was already out, and she just expired four months before the fourth movie is released. And that, friends, when you’re talking a Toyota, is a stretch of time if ever there was one.

So that’s what worries me. When we last saw Indiana Jones (the Chronicles being an exception to this), he was a flawed, weak man and there’s going to be this impulse to show us how virile and godlike he is. To define the character just a little bit more…yet again…for the benefit of a new generation that has never before experienced the thrill of a brand new Indy movie hitting the screen. It’s understandable, but that balance is now at risk. The balance between defining the hero, and defining the artifact, story, bad guys, relationships among bad guys, romantic tensions…all that stuff that makes a genuinely good movie.

The bar is high. Steven Spielberg has often left the impression that his most amazing successes are accidents. The first Raiders movie is such a perfect blend of so many things, with the timing just right dead-on. It speeds up when you’re in the mood, slows down when you’re in the mood…never gets boring…but the important thing is that you see potential in yourself when you watch a movie like that. He is like you…and so is she. We are all “raiders.”

Without that, a critical ingredient is missing from the formula, and the magic isn’t coming back.

But as I said, I have high hopes. I’m confident, at this point, that everything stated above is mowing over old grass that’s already been whittled down with the frenzied efforts involved in making the new installment. And we’ll be there on May 22nd with bells on, doing the Mervyn’s open-open-open thing.

Like Sheep

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all. — Isaiah 53:6

After just a few centuries, science is finally catching up. Most impressive.

Have you ever arrived somewhere and wondered how you got there? Scientists at the University of Leeds believe they may have found the answer, with research that shows that humans flock like sheep and birds, subconsciously following a minority of individuals.

Results from a study at the University of Leeds show that it takes a minority of just five per cent to influence a crowd’s direction – and that the other 95 per cent follow without realising it.

The findings could have major implications for directing the flow of large crowds, in particular in disaster scenarios, where verbal communication may be difficult. “There are many situations where this information could be used to good effect,” says Professor Jens Krause of the University’s Faculty of Biological Sciences. “At one extreme, it could be used to inform emergency planning strategies and at the other, it could be useful in organising pedestrian flow in busy areas.”

Dr. Krause is in some great company here. Of course, in his case, he either got a grant for this work or he is in a position to possibly get one later…probably both of those. So he could be just speaking as a pragmatist. But millions of people in his country and in mine see no down-side to this at all.

I’m one of the weird old guys who are hard-pressed to realize any advantage in it.

If Creation stands firm as fact and evolution is a myth, this is surely the work of Satan. If evolution is to triumph over Creation, then this is a relic of a bygone era when our needs were different, and will bring us nothing but pain and misery now.

Oh yes — I do understand, in urban areas where people congregate within a few square miles by the millions of noses, to exploit this attribute would make us all much easier to manage. Hey good luck with that. We all wanted to grow up to be that when we were little kids, right? Sounds like something you’d see in one of those Monster.com commercials: “When I grow up, I want to stay mediocre by always doing things the easy way.” Except this is an aspiration to be the machinery managed by those everlastingly-ordinary, easy-out managers.

Professor Krause, with PhD student John Dyer, conducted a series of experiments where groups of people were asked to walk randomly around a large hall. Within the group, a select few received more detailed information about where to walk. Participants were not allowed to communicate with one another but had to stay within arms length of another person.

The findings show that in all cases, the ‘informed individuals’ were followed by others in the crowd, forming a self-organising, snake-like structure. “We’ve all been in situations where we get swept along by the crowd,” says Professor Krause. “But what’s interesting about this research is that our participants ended up making a consensus decision despite the fact that they weren’t allowed to talk or gesture to one another. In most cases the participants didn’t realise they were being led by others.”

Other experiments in the study used groups of different sizes, with different ratios of ‘informed individuals’. The research findings show that as the number of people in a crowd increases, the number of informed individuals decreases. In large crowds of 200 or more, five per cent of the group is enough to influence the direction in which it travels. The research also looked at different scenarios for the location of the ‘informed individuals’ to determine whether where they were located had a bearing on the time it took for the crowd to follow.

It does impress me as some interesting research. Research into what is decidedly a human weakness, from my point of view, since you can’t rely on your internal aptitudes and follow the crowd at the same time — those are mutually exclusive. And if you don’t rely on your internal aptitudes, you’re derelict in taking ownership of whatever quandary is confronting you at the time. You can’t be a sheep and a shepherd.

Some things I’d like to know:

1. How was it established that in “large crowds of 200 or more, five per cent of the group is enough to influence the direction”? Does that mean what I think it means? It reads like in a group of 50 or 100, you need more than five percent, but the researchers found the critical-ratio dwindled as the critical-mass was reached. Which would necessarily mean their research involved an exhaustive exploration of both success and failure. And if that is the case, sometimes the “don’t know where they’re going people” won out over the “know where they’re going” people, and what we’re reading is the result of the diligent scrutinizing in an effort to find patterns in numbers and proportion. If that’s all true, this is fascinating, and almost certainly the product of an evolutionary trait.

2. Did they do the research after issuing mirrored or dark sunglasses to the participants? Probably not. But if eyeballs are visible, you can’t truly say “they weren’t allowed to talk or gesture to one another.” Actually, this would short-circuit nearly all the speculation in my Point #1. It would mean what the researchers really learned, all boils down to this: When you don’t know where you’re going, once it gets really crowded you follow people who look like they know where they’re going, perhaps without realizing it.

3. Any plans to repeat this experiment after introducing geographic diversity? That would be a cornucopia of scientific learnin’s, it seems to me. Geology. Sociology. Psychology. Anthropology. My girlfriend, for example, will tell me about some silly bollywonkers law out in New York State, and I’ll be shocked by it…one phrase I like to use on her is “Vehicle inspections…turnpikes…is your side of the country the one where they threw that tea into the harbor? Because I think you guys need to do it again.” It exasperates her because she knows there is truth in it — there is territory of individuality, of collectivism, and there is movement in both of those. This animosity toward individual characterization and achievement, does have geographic movement to it…kind of like an ocean current…or the snaky tendrils of some loathsome, evil leviathan being. Science would be doing a lot of good for us, and for itself, by gathering research with that in mind. By looking at collectivism as the form of pollution that it is, and researching how we have coexisted with it in times past, how it threatens us now, and the irrational impulse many millions of us have to cling to it, essentially avoiding full maturity.

Sixteen Years

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

Hillary is going negative on Obamamania.

Mrs. Clinton’s new TV spot accuses Mr. Obama of putting out “false attack ads” in response to her original TV spot that criticized him for not agreeing to debate her in Milwaukee. Mr. Obama’s ad, put out Thursday, said that the 18 past debates and two upcoming forums in Ohio and Texas were enough.

The new ad not only calls out Mr. Obama for refusing the debate invitation, but it also reiterates her contention that his health care plan would leave 15 million Americans without coverage.

And then it goes on, far beyond their debate over universal vs. not-so-universal health care, mandate vs. no mandated health care.
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The Clinton ad also slams Mr. Obama for his vote in favor of the Energy Policy Act of 2005, which the ad says provided “billions in Bush giveaways to the oil companies.”

Finally, the ad cites a May 2007 ABC News story suggesting Mr. Obama “might raise the retirement age and cut benefits for Social Security.”

Sniff…sniff…smells like…desperation.

I’ve been waiting for sixteen years for people to get tired of her nastiness, and now that it’s happened I’m not very happy about it. It seems the Camelot of Clinton has finally crumbled into the ground, not because people got tired of smoothly-recited snake-oil nonsense, but because of a natural displacement theorem. Young people like to be told lies from other young people instead of from old people.

And so this new voting faction, which selects candidates according to how they make people feel instead of what they have to say, will elect a kind of “revolving” leadership class. Those who prosper from this wedge being driven between the actual issues, and the voters who are supposed to be indirectly deciding them, will only encourage this. In the end, we’re voting on something quite useless: Whether or not Barack Obama is younger than Hillary Clinton and John McCain. Which he is.

But what about the issues?

Nevermind. This is done. Might as well swear Obama in right now.

Well, that might not happen. But political scientists would do well to come up with a name for election cycles like this one, in which one of the candidates manages to plow ahead by being the youngest — therefore, culminating in the inauguration of a new generation. The ramifications are huge, and it doesn’t happen very often: 1960, 1992, and now 2008. Truly substantial debate, the one thing everybody says they really want, will lose out every time.

I guess from here on out it’ll be going on every sixteen years. This is the real weakness of Barack Obama. Someday, he’s going to be a foolish-looking buffoon of an old guy too.

And this year, in addition to substantial debate, there’s another big loser. And that’s the idea that President Bush’s policies combine to form an endless parade of disasters, inspiring resentment and division at home and abroad. It’s hard to see when you’re too close to the timeline, but that has all bit the mat pretty hard. It won’t become obvious until later.

If you’ve spent seven or eight years helplessly watching the incumbent make one decision after another you consider to be wrong, growing more resentful with each passing month, the last thing you’re going to do is support some charismatic young stud who refuses to discuss how his decisions are going to be any better.

And yet here we are.

Vagina of America

Friday, February 15th, 2008

Words fail me.

Actually, the blatant double-standard isn’t nearly as surprising as this thing about using the C-word earlier that morning. On Today? Was this perhaps something like “carrot” or “claustrophobe”…?

Going by the evidence available, feminism this year has something to do with being rude & crude. I wonder if anyone, anywhere, from any point on the ideological spectrum, can explain how and/or why.

Staccato

Friday, February 15th, 2008

I was listening to the radio on the drive in to work and they saw fit to play a clip back from…pfshaw, suddenly I forgot. I’m thinking “Survivor” but maybe it was “American Idol.” One of those brain-dead reality shows.

And on the spot, I thought of a fortieth thing I’d like to do if/when the day comes I’m going to start personally running this whole place. And that fortieth thing is to make a rule:

Television shows can use one of three songs for background music: The theme to “Leave It To Beaver“; “March of the Cue Balls” by Henry Mancini; and “Popcorn.” Just to see what happens. Because I can’t help but notice, ever since reality shows have gotten popular, easily half the shows on that idiot box are saturated with irritating woodwind background music, droning away behind highly implausible dialog. And people in general have become breathtakingly stupid. I see a connection. Let’s see if some actual musical notes start smartening people up again.

It’s been widely speculated-upon for a long time now that exposing babes in the womb to Mozart will make them smarter — ironically, by the very same people who are getting stupid on these shows with the breathy woodwind background music. If we are to presume such a cause-and-effect relationship between music and resulting intelligence levels in unborn children, I see absolutely no reason whatsoever to cast a jaundiced eye toward the same theory where it concerns adults.

History will show this was the decade of reality television shows with windy “ooooooh aaaaaaaah” background music. It will also show this was the decade that began with a devastating lethal attack on our citizens on home soil, and shortly afterward we became obsessed with…raising taxes on ourselves to that the planet wouldn’t die off, based on the readings of a few poorly-located temperature reading stations.

Go on. Wait twenty years, and then just try to convince your grandchildren we had it together. Tell them how we were confronted with a threat from Islamic terrorism…and resolved to bravely confront the problem…through universal healthcare.

The dumbth has reached crisis levels. Something must be done.

I Can Dream Too

Friday, February 15th, 2008

One of Duffy’s best ones: Thoughts going through his head when a mystery package of Triple Bock showed up on his doorstep.

“Open it.”
“What? Me? Why don’t you open it when you get home?”
“What, you think this is a bomb or something? Who would want to blow me up?”
“Anyone who knows you really?”
“Very nice. Just open it.”
“There’s no note.”
“What’s in it?”
“Sam Adams Triple Bock.”
“Hmmm…Complete strangers sending me rare and expensive beer unsolicited. My reputation reaches far and wide. I’m hoping this is the beginning of a new trend. People will send me beer for free. That would be awesome.”
“Don’t you find this very strange?”
“Of course I do. But free beer in the mail is a good kind of strange. Body parts in the mail is the bad kind of strange.”

It’s even better when he launches into his wish list of other things he’d like to have sent by anonymous donors. The man certainly knows how to dream. And you know, lately my memory’s so bad I was wondering if I’d ordered it for him and forgotten about it. Eventually, the mystery was solved.

Well like Satan says, everyone can dream, I can dream too. I want one of these:

The Fifth Most Important Issue

Friday, February 15th, 2008

As I noted toward the end of last year, before the field really started getting narrowed down, the four most important issues of the election are these:

One, and this still takes the cake over everything: Who is going to kill the most terrorists?

Two: Are the democrats afflicted with short memories or are they full-blown crazy?

Three: Is it even possible that twelve million illegal aliens all coming over here to do one thing? And even if you accept that, how is it that the extremely affluent Americans who are in a position to run for high political office, are in a position to say what that one thing is?

Four: Is it absolutely impossible for public servants to represent constituents who aren’t of the same race, gender, sexual preference and creed? And if it is, how on earth did we get to this point? And how many more gazillions of public service positions should we make in our federal, state, county and municipal governments to accommodate this, so that everybody can get what we all seem to be demanding now — officials that resemble us in every conceivable way?

And the fifth most important issue is inspired by yesterday’s item in James Taranto’s Best of the Web, which concerns a nationwide epidemic of women fainting at Barack Obama’s speeches, presentations and rallies. It is much more common than you might think. That, and the purely right-brain comments resonating throughout this article, one of many that are popping out lately about Obamamania…

“He’s very charismatic. It was a ‘you-had-to-be-there’ kind of experience,” said Lolita Breckenridge, 37, after hearing Democratic White House hopeful Barack Obama address a packed rally at the University of Maryland on Monday.

A dedicated supporter, she brought two of her friends to hear the Illinois senator deliver one of his much-talked-about speeches.

“Not too much of the speech was new to me,” she admitted. “But hearing him live…” she trailed off, shaking her head and grinning.”

When Obama addressed the crowd of 16,000 on the eve of primaries which he is tipped to win in Maryland, Virginia and Washington, DC, he carried himself with his habitual worldly confidence, interspersed talk of foreign policy with recollections of his childhood and even poked political fun at his Republican adversaries.

He did not flinch when women screamed as he was in mid-sentence, and even broke off once to answer a female’s cry of “I love you Obama!” with a reassuring: “I love you back.”

No doubt about it, the man has charisma, and it’s far from a purely-female appeal. People who don’t even agree with his positions on the issues, feel an almost supernatural urge to vote for him…to go wherever he is…to be near him…to be like him. And as for the people who do agree with him on the issues, most of them can’t even qualify it. They just love the feeling they get when he’s speaking.

Hmmm…as Darth Vader said, I sense something…something I’ve not felt since…

It’s that word charisma. People are so eager to admit that they’re influenced by it. Nobody wants to have a discussion about whether that is a good thing or not. Maybe that’s a good debate to have right about now.

People love to show off the new family car when they’ve made a little bit larger-than-normal sacrifice in acquiring it. Trust me on this, I’m in a position to know. But nobody ever, ever, ever says “Oh and that salesman who sold us this car had such charisma. He could’ve gotten us to sign anything!” You wouldn’t say that about the guy who got you to buy a car, because it would make you look like a schmuck.

Why do people say this about the guy who’s about to get their vote, to occupy the most powerful office in the civilized world?

Fifth most important issue: With what kinds of responsibilities should people be entrusted, simply because they’re charismatic? This seems to be one of many questions in life where the heart gives one answer, and the head gives a directly opposite answer. So many among us seem to think charisma is the “skeleton key” that unlocks any doorway imaginable, that there’s no limit to how much authority, power and confidence that can be invested in someone just because they’re sociable, their personality is polished, and they got that gift-o-gab thing going on.

But of course if you were to string the actual words together, “a smooth-talking man is a trustworthy man,” you’d look like a fool. And rightly so.

Which is not to say that everybody who jibber-jabbers so eloquently is automatically a liar. But that isn’t necessarily a trustworthy person, either. And let’s not forget — that isn’t even necessarily a competent person. Perhaps the relationship among all these attributes is purely non-correlative. Or not…? Maybe being a compulsive liar would generate a need to have a slick personality?

It seems that might very well be a good question to ponder right about now. Do we want charismatic people running anything?

Suppose that was a hard-and-fast rule — everyone in power must have oodles and oodles of charisma. How good would we expect things to get, really? How much money would we be willing to bet that life would get wonderful? Or let’s go the other way. Suppose the hard-and-fast rule was charisma automatically disqualified you from having authority over people who didn’t have it. Every single boss has to be like Bueller’s math teacher…or at least…toward that extreme. Let the Guy Smileys take up the positions in the lower trenches while the decisions are made by grown-ups, who aren’t necessarily all that much fun to watch.

Would things really suck that bad? Really? How so? Is anybody with a reputation worth defending, willing to step up and say decisions are made and made well, only when there’s some entertainment value in watching them being made?

In fact, the best way to summarize the fifth most important issue, it seems to me, is this: Is being led by those among us who are the most personally captivating, even a good idea? So many seem to be ready to answer in the affirmative. But if you were to write a thesis explaining this, what could you toss in after the preamble to support it — if anything at all?

In 2008, all this could be way too much work for some of us. Maybe the way we’re doing it, is right after all. Maybe a presidential election shouldn’t be anything more than a marathon rock concert.

H/T to Allah for the movie clip, via Dick Stanley.

Memo For File LV

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Thanks to myself and his resident left-wing hobgoblin gadfly, among other things, this post on Rick’s blog has snowballed into a 58-comment behemoth. This is a tribute to the captivating nature of the subject under discussion, my own lack of dignity in wrestling-with-pigs, and the gadfly’s boneheadedness.

Gadfly salvage, I’ve said on more than one occasion, is statistically important. He represents many, across America and around the world. So long as he offers the impression that he’s hiding something, and is derelict in the intellectual acumen that would be required to completely conceal it, he’s going to be far too tempting for me to leave alone.

And as far as his side goes, so long as he sees the last word doesn’t belong to him, he’s going to keep chirping away with more of his nonsense.

But throughout this marathon-length Wimbeldon match one thing remains remarkably consistent. It has to do with a concern common to both of us, or at least common to what we each say we think is important. And that is the value of human life. This is the basis of my argument, as well as his, even though outwardly it seems we agree on absolutely nothing.

I know why that is, now.

It is the lives of humans who are dedicated to, or inclined toward, or show enthusiasm for, the destruction of other human life. Call ’em what you will. Terrorists…detainees…suspects…insurgents. In fact let’s spiral outward into other issues, and cover — public defenders working overtime to spring murderers they know damn good and well are guilty; the murderers themselves; Saddam Hussein.

Those the the human lives salvage can be counted-on to defend. And by itself, I find that to be quite reasonable. But throughout the 58-post thread, as well as everywhere else on Rick’s blog to the best I can discern…he, and presumably the millions of thinking people he represents, will defend no other brand of human life. Not with anything more passionate than base-level lip service. Just the human lives that destroy other human lives. The homicidal. That is what truly justifies left-wing blood, sweat and tears. That’s the kind of human scum that makes it worth while to hit “Submit”…and refresh-refresh-refresh, making sure the last word belongs to him. No other class of human life is really, truly, worthy of such a passionate defense.

And I, and people like me, will condemn no other class of human life. Just the predatory kind. The kind that lives on at the expense of others.

Viewed from that perspective, this split makes a lot of sense. Suddenly, each side is perfectly, or near-perfectly, consistent. Across a broad array of high-profile issues.

Update: A (moving) picture is worth a thousand words. In 1964, people on “The Left” didn’t have any problem, whatsoever, defending innocent human life, or at least presenting themselves that way…

Of course, the central issue in this 44-year-old ad was an attack on our nation’s ability to defend itself, something that would still capture liberal passions now. But you can spend a damn sight less time arguing with the lib-ruhls on the innernets than what I’ve spent, and still gather the distinct impression that, faced with the task of re-creating this ad today, our modern leftists might very well forget to come rushing to the defense of a girl picking flowers in a meadow, or any other purely innocent person. They’re here to defend the indefensible. The existence of “ordinary” people just isn’t exciting enough to catch their fancy.

In fact, what was on “The Left” back in 1964, seems to have switched sides. Now it’s my side that is conjuring up images of cute little girls in sundresses picking flowers — and great big kabooms. Now it’s my side, that is arguing maybe, just maybe, the lives of innocents might be worth a little bit more than the lives of those who would snuff those innocents out.

But the big, whalloping difference between 1964 and now? You probably can’t tell me what LBJ would have done to keep the bombs from going off. I damn sure can’t tell you. It wasn’t clear in 1964, and of course with the tragic events since then, it’s a good deal less clear, and harder to explain.

But it’s a relatvely simple thing to argue that when some “detainee” knows something about an operation in progress, and our leftist pussies have made it impossible to find anything out about it — other than by serving him up his three hots and a cot, and hoping someday he feels like telling you something — maybe, just maybe, something bad might end up goin’ down. Something that’s happened before. Something that could have been prevented.

And wasn’t, because of our inherent wimpiness, laziness, moral preening, and desire to feel good.

The Global Warming Song

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Found it via Boortz.

Minnesotans For Global Warming.

Why Here?

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

It cannot be denied, by anyone who’s paid the slightest bit of attention, that all these crazy left-wing agendas are part of something much, much larger. I demonstrate this through the eight-or-nine-in-ten rule. Show me ten war protesters, I can show you eight-or-nine abortion advocates. Eight-or-nine people who don’t believe in God. Eight-or-nine people who think “global warming deniers” are on par with holocaust deniers, eight-or-nine people who think we should interrogate our terror suspects by simply feeding them, letting them sleep, and waiting endlessly for them to decide to tell us something good — no interrogations.

This nonsense is all connected.

And nearly all of it is much more popular in other countries, than it is here in the USA. The planet, minus America, does things more-or-less the way they want it done. But that isn’t good enough.

Rick was observing the way they run away from an argument, out in cyberspace where nearly every fight is make-believe. The subject of the argument? The whole “turn away the Marines, people are frightened of military stuff” thing. Okay so these people are afraid of defense, but not offense. It could be summed up as: People don’t kill people, armies and guns kill people. Are military units made up of people? Sometimes, but other times not. The answer to that one switches back and forth based on political convenience.

Ann Coulter notices the incredible success these lunatics have had in taking over the one place where their policies prevail only partially, which is our country, now running three liberal media constructs as the only three viable candidates for President. Mmmm…for idealogues who like to talk about “diversity,” they don’t seem to be very much into it. I’m not sure what taking over an entire planet has to do with diversity. Maybe they want to make sure everybody can just see how they do things, and decide for themselves how incredibly smart the liberal-secular-anti-gun way of living is? That doesn’t seem to be the case. Just run one of ’em up against some opposition, like Rick did, and see how they react to it.

No, they’re control freaks. They just want everything done their way — period. They aren’t all about presenting us with alternatives, they’re about taking them away.

In the last year, the USD has lost value against the Canadian dollar. Canadians who are pre-disposed toward the anti-carbon anti-God anti-death-penalty anti-self-defense anti-common-sense way of life — but I (mostly) repeat myself — recognize this as an extremely powerful argument: To build a society enshrining the ideals you favor, right alongside another society enshrining ideals you do not. And then show how incredibly prosperous you are. They know how persuasive this is. Believe me, I can vouch for this personally, you’ve never seen anybody quite so full of themselves.

So with nine tenths of the globe doing things the way they want, how come they don’t practice that a little bit more? Maybe build some artificial islands. One off the coast of Oregon, one off of North Carolina, one off of Maine…make countries out of each and every one of them. No guns, no death penalty, no religion allowed. And then they can all surround the United States and watch us go down the tubes, with our foolhardy practices of faith, inalienable rights, respect for the individual, private charities over public social programs, and law, and justice. Just grab a bag of cheese curls, watch us flouder around with our prehistoric ways. And point. And laugh.

(Just don’t forget to pay that tax on your television set.)

What’s this drive to stamp out every last tincture of any idea contrary to your own, in the name of “diversity”?

Towards Obama

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

If you told me six months ago I’d find something awful about a nationwide rejection of Hillary Clinton, I’d have told you you were nuts.

But throughout my grousing about this wonderful awful invention for which nobody wants to claim any credit, the twenty-one month long campaign season, one thing that’s been left unmentioned is this:

Our finalists for the nation’s highest political office, and virtual leader of the free world, John McCain and Barack Obama, are the finalists because…

…they’re the ones our journalists love the most.

Let’s just be honest about who narrowed the field for the rest of us before we were allowed to participate in the process. The folks who give us our news. Our bad news. Who make commissions off bad news. Who starve if there isn’t enough of it.

This is a twenty-first century innovation. One of the few. And it isn’t a good one by any means.

Anti-Immigrant?

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

What’s Mexico President Felipe Calderon talking about here?

“The worst thing that happened in this country is this anti-Mexican or anti-immigrant perception of people. We need to contain this,” Calderon said after a speech at Harvard’s John F. Kennedy School of Government.

“I need to change in Mexico the perception that the Americans are the enemy, and it is important to change the perception that the Mexicans are the enemy,” he said. “We are neighbors, we are friends and we must be allies.” [emphasis mine]

“Immigrant” implies, but does not state outright, legal immigration. That would be a drive to increase or restrict the quota, and with all due respect to President Calderon, I know of no such drive. In either direction. Frankly, I wish the quota meant enough that people could arouse some kind of passion about it.

If you’re talking about that other kind of immigration, then you are an obfuscating, vicious, lying sonofabitch and I hope your nose gets flattened under the knuckles of a great American somewhere before your flight home. Over this stupid statement of yours. And that you know that’s the reason why.

How DARE you.

More Good Workers Wanted

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Sitting on both sides of the interview table, for the last few years I’ve been left wondering about this

A recent report on the Lehigh Valley’s job market says a growing number of local companies complain that would-be employees lack basic professionalism.

Among other trends, the report says some companies must weed through ”an extremely large number of applicants” to find suitable workers, and feel there’s a need to teach ”appropriate” work habits at an earlier age.

”We call them soft skills,” said Nancy Dischinat, executive director of the Lehigh Valley Workforce Investment Board, which prepared the report with Pennsylvania CareerLink Lehigh Valley. ”Getting to work on time, continuing with your education, and an understanding that work is work.”

Our irrational fascination with formal education over-and-above technical background, confuses me a lot more after people try to explain it to me than before they so try. I expect to hear a lot of explanation regarding how this-job or that-job requires things to be done a certain way, how things might look at first glance that they were done right, but if the implementer isn’t trained, something will come unhitched or untied and get someone killed.

But that isn’t what’s explained to me at all. I keep hearing about how diplomas, certs and other credentials show you have the “drive” to do…and then what follows is a lot of stuff that in my world, people should be doing anyway. Stuff like what Ms. Dischinat is itemizing above.

Even as schools say they’re doing more to prepare young people for jobs, though, [Mike] Bunner [who runs Electro Chemical Engineering and Manufacturing] said he’s not noticed any real improvement. “We’ve been dealing with this for a long time,” he said. “It’s only getting worse. It’s not getting better.”

Liberal Strategy

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Just as I got done exploring liberal morality

…from Gerard‘s sidebar (specifically, the “NailsIt File”), I learn about an amazing triple-play of essays on liberal strategy.

Part I
Part II
Part III

The money quote (so far) is from the second installment, which has a nice dovetailing with my own screed from a few minutes ago about excessive comfort

For example, poverty in America has been redefined as the lack of a flat screen TV or cable television. When our poorest children often are wearing $150 sneakers, poverty in America has lost some of its meaning. The latest sign of poverty is lack of wide band Internet, a problem for which some liberals have suggested government intervention, paid for by those who are not so impoverished.

Furthermore, in the most dangerous excess of modern liberalism, in a sleight of hand verbal ju jitsu tour de force, the modern liberal has redefined human rights to include complete security and comfort; modern rights include the right to the kinds of comfort which is all they have ever been accustomed to.

Since comfort has now become established as a human right, the right not to be discomfited has become entrenched in modern liberal thinking.

Thing I Know #87. In the past few years I notice the people with the largest television sets are the ones we are supposed to call “poor”.

Yeah It’s “Squeeze,” Alright

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Neal Boortz says (yesterday) if you only follow one link today, let it be this one. It’s about the supposed squeeze being put on the middle class.

If you’re like me you’ve been wondering about this for quite awhile. Especially where kids are concerned…you look at the things your family had to enjoy when you were a kid, which in my case were Saturday afternoon chores…you look around at all the ways you can enjoy your leisure time now, how everybody else enjoys their leisure time, what the kids can do with their playtime…especially in those summer months. You think back to days long-gone when work had to get done and yourself & others went day after day without sleep, and you look at what life is like now when you’re under a “crunch” at work…it’s not quite so much like that, is it?

Of course nobody actually reads this blog, but the nobodies who sometimes do, might recall me bitching and bellyaching about people who moan on and on about globular wormening, and then go out and drive big cars…to work. Carrying nothing. Just a laptop computer. To work. Both ways. Five days a week. Twelve miles a gallon. There’s that — and it’s true. But there’s also the carping away about gas prices on top of it.

Trust me on this: This isn’t a gas crisis. A gas crisis is a visible thing. You can look at the cars streaming down the freeway, at the fact that a stout and well-built man who’d been working out, could easily turn any one of ’em over. We don’t have that going on here. A gas crisis isn’t what this looks like, and it isn’t what this is.

Squeeze on the middle class? I was reading about it back when I first started to read newspapers, and that’s probably from a younger age than you might think. We’ve changed everything in our government…and then changed it again…and changed it again and again and again. Throughout all of it, we’ve been hearing how the middle class is getting squeezed out. Now, if there isn’t any shenanigans a-going on, that by itself would be a mighty strange thing wouldn’t it?

Here’s what’s going on in a nutshell. Most if it, anyway. People’s problems are diminishing across time…because over time, said problems have to diminish. The alternative is that all of our problems have to remain exactly as they are, which would mean we’re unready, unwilling or unable to solve them…and that would mean we just don’t care. So if we care about it we’ll fix it, and we are fixing it. We really, really do care about being comfortable. And we are getting more comfortable. That’s where our priorities are. If something is outside our sphere of control, we’ll do what it takes to enlarge the sphere.

So life is improving, and meanwhile our politicians have nothing to gain from pointing it out. Absolutely nothing. Everybody wants to be the Romanov kid swooping in during the Time of Troubles to bring in a new dynasty and start the belated Renaissance. The news channels don’t have anything to gain from pointing it out either. The reality is that others have sacrificed to give you a better life — your parents, your grandparents, the soldiers in the military, and yes, the public servants in government — it’s paid off. You are more comfortable. Life is not a dress rehearsal, and all that…it all boils down to, you really shouldn’t be wasting your time watching the news. We’re just going to tell you about lead in the lipstick, and in three months it’ll be some other damn silly fashionable thing to put in the news…none of it reflecting concerns that should really be foremost in your noggin.

The bottom line is, you ought to be the guy out on the lake enjoying water sports. With your kids. Maybe you think you haven’t the means to do it. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe there are other ways you can enjoy the time you have with your families. Look forward to the time you’ll be in the ground, pushing up daisies, with your kids poring over whatever memories they have of you. And make the most of The Now. But if you thought about such things, maybe you wouldn’t be watching the news tomorrow, would you? So we can’t have that.

Ours is the very picture of a lifestyle excessively comfortable. Our President gives a speech containing the words “World War Three,” and on that day the top story in the news is a couple of yorkie pups in adorable Halloween costumes.

Grandpa drove a pickup truck to his job as a foreman in the lumber yard when the unions were starting to organize — with a shotgun in the passenger seat. Dad tore cars apart down to their crankshafts, and put ’em all back together again so they’d run perfectly. I designed and wrote the code for document automation systems…and now…we…well, we follow instructions. I’m not going to say nobody does anything amazing anymore. People do. The era of burning the midnight oil, making personal sacrifices to do wonderful things is not over yet. But it’s certainly in a steep decline.

One other thing should be mentioned, I think, even though deep down I think we all understand it anyway. This isn’t something that just happened to us. We’re guilty. We asked for it.

We’ve been putting a constant pressure on ourselves and on each other to take care of one another. Voluntarily, and when we don’t quite feel so charitable, through government so the other guy can be forced to pony up his share. We’ve made the “brother’s keeper” thing into practically its own science, but we forgot to cultivate an environment in which people say “thank you” when they’ve been helped. Think on it — how many times did you say thanks? How many times did someone reach out and lighten your load in some way, whether you requested it or not, or were aware of it at the time or not? The numbers don’t quite match up, do they?

And there’s the spending time with the kids. There’s a certain nobility in not doing this sometimes, you know. Oh it’s a horrifying thought, and nobody says “I wish I spent less time with my kid,” but it’s true. If it weren’t, there wouldn’t be any summer camps — nobody would be sending any kids on them. But we’ve been watching so many of these infernal “family movies” where some adorable little moppet gets that disappointed look on his face because Daddy Isn’t There, that when real-life dad has to work until 6:30 one night everybody asks like he’s been chained down in the salt mines by J.C. Dithers or Scrooge McDuck.

Because that’s one hour less to spend with the tykes.

Until tomorrow-freakin’ night.

Don’t get me wrong. If the dude is still together with the lady who is the Mom, he should make the most of the time he has. But a little perspective, please. A great rule of thumb is if it isn’t worth using up any camera film, stop screeching about it just because an hour and a half of it goes missing. When you work late, it isn’t even flushing the time down the toilet, it’s exchanging it for the livelihood that makes it possible to have the kids in the first place.

We seem to have forgotten that, and as a direct consequence we’ve entered an age of truly excessive comfort — which, in my dictionary, is any kind of comfort beyond our capacity to show gratitude, and genuinely appreciate for what it is. We are unhappy, not because we’ve been deprived of what we need to be that way, but because we’ve suffered a self-inflicted injury on our ability to be happy once we have it.

Rant is over. You may now resume your complaining about the “squeeze” on the middle class, skyrocketing gas prices, globular wormening, that awful war…and your yammering for change, change, change.

Sound Bite

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Time to hit the shower and go start my “real” day. I’ve had the radio on for an hour or so, and this one sound bite keeps coming up over and over again…and thankfully my weary old memory can take a rest because someone jotted it down over here.

Then give Berkeley back the $56 million that it will spend this year alone on the war so we can invest it in what we want here, which would be schools and health care and green jobs and solar panels for our homes. That would make us a lot more secure than a war in Iraq.

The speaker is “peace activist and Code Pink cofounder Medea Benjamin.”

I’m not sure how schools and health care and green jobs and solar panels make you secure, although I can think of a couple of possibilities. We stop importing oil and the terrorists run out of money…or…when the terrorists send over someone with dynamite sticks under their coat to blow us all up, in the instant when the shrapnel and body parts are flying we hide behind schools and solar panels and thus escape unscathed.

Actually, those are the only two that come to mind.

It wouldn’t bug me if I heard this nugget of wisdom from Ms. Benjamin just once. But when it keeps surfacing every fifteen minutes and there’s never any explanation for what exactly she means, I get this feeling that everyone else gets something and I’m not quite bright enough to latch on to the intent behind what is being said.

Oh well. After a few decades on the planet you learn to live with that. Just the same, if someone could explain it to me I wouldn’t mind one bit.

Some Days, You Just Can’t Win

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

H/T: Wheels.

On Liberal Morality

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

I had cited in the seven lies I was told, as a boy in public school, presumably being told the same things that many other kids were told, the canard that “Republicans and Democrats want to get the same things done but have different ideas of how to go about doing it.” Post-high-school-graduation, I have seen very little evidence of this. Higher standard of living, maybe? Republicans and democrats both want that? I dunno about even that one. There are a lot of Republicans, it seems to me, who take the “money is the root of all evil” thing a little too seriously (chopping off the “love of” at the beginning of that cliche). And the democrats who want to raise standards of living, I’ve notice, always seem to want to target certain favored classes of people. With other classes not quite so smiled-upon, an increased standard of living is, in their minds, an evil thing.

One of the wonderful things about America, in my mind, is that our ideological split is rather singular in nature — us on the one side, them on the other. This gives rise to some unhealthy things, such as people in both camps who are tempted to cross the fourth milestone to insanity, essentially insisting “nobody from my tribe can have a bad idea, and nobody from the other tribe can ever have a good one.” That isn’t good at all. But consider the alternative to a single ideological split: Many of the same. Ugh. You think it’s hard, now, for an election campaign to be run on issues rather than personalities. I’ll take one single big fat chalk line down the middle of the house, thank you very much.

But here’s another wonderful thing about America’s split between conservatives and liberals: It goes right down to the definition of morality. This means you can find decent people on both side of the line — we aren’t quibbling about whether to be moral, we’re disagreeing about how to test it. In that sense, the old falsehood has a kernel of truth to it (as do all potent and convincing falsehoods). We all — or most, anyway — want to be good people. How do we define it?

I’m amused that this piece that leans right contains essentially the same phraseology as this other piece that leans left…”Liberal morality is a very alien thing…” versus “…social conservatives frequently take stances that liberals find baffling, if not downright evil.”

Now here is a differential across the divide: Once we do have morality defined in a way that makes us comfortable, what do we think of people who fail to adhere to our standards?

I think Larry Elder summed it up very capably when he said,

Conservatives consider liberals well-intentioned, but misguided. Liberals consider conservatives not only wrong, but really, really bad people.

The column in question concerns Elders’ encounter in a barbershop with a fellow patron who was shocked to learn Elder had voted to re-elect George W. Bush. It is titled “Open-Minded Liberals”…with a question mark at the end.

The older I get, the more befuddled I am that this “open-minded” nonsense ever got started. It is one of the few mysteries in life that my unhealthy childhood television diet back in the seventies, might provide some assistance in unlocking. I recall it was very fashionable for television networks to release pastiches of “All in the Family” in one boring episode or another, setting up a central character to be good-hearted “meathead” and another marginal character, often a one-time-only character, to be “Archie” except not so lovable. It became ritualistic for the central character to deliver some caustic, dismissive line in one of the last scenes while the canned studio audience sound effects would cheer wildly, condemning the marginal character’s racism or, occasionally, sexism. The marginal character would give this look downward at his toes like “aw gee, I suck so much” and he’d never be seen again.

It was boring and unimaginative immediately. It didn’t get to be tragically funny until years later. Half-hour sitcoms telling us what values to have? Nowadays we have cable television shows like “Desperate Housewives” or “Six Feet Under” or “Dead Like Me” telling us how to look at life…which is another problem…but overall, a vast improvement.

I digress. The point, here, is that stale comedy shows from the era of double-digit inflation and gas rationing, represent the last time I have ever seen liberal ideas given even the semblance of “open-mindedness.” How our left-wing friends got all twisted around from tolerance, to anything-but, is a delicious chronicling of irony. It’s as if they set themselves up for it from Day One. Like their bumper sticker slogan might as well have been…”we all need to be respectful of people who aren’t like us…and we have no room anywhere for anybody who disagrees.” Or how did Austin Powers’ father put it? Something like “There’s two things I can’t stand, people who are intolerant of other cultures…and the Dutch.”

Discarding all the occasions where intolerance would necessitate some form of action, I haven’t seen the people we call “liberals” tolerate anything outside their perimeter of favored cultural sexual-preference and skin-color baubles since…well…ever. Their morality seems to have something to do with intolerance, if anything. And the intolerance is a complicated thing. It has at least two tiers. They’re intolerant of terrorists…they’re intolerant of conservatives…you don’t exactly have to be a seasoned scholar of modern popular culture to realize these are two entirely different things. There is a commitment to making sure the conservatives don’t get their way. To make sure of it. And if the conservatives do indeed get away with some shenanigans, why, vengeance will surely belong to the liberals someday.

Myself and others have thought, very often, how things would look now if liberals were as committed to thwarting terrorism as they were to thwarting conservatism.

And how long do you have to wait for a liberal to, even in the midst of denying what’s above, justify it nevertheless? Something about your odds of being killed in a terrorist attack being thirty gazillion to one? When we waterboard we’re worse than they are? Aren’t those favored liberal talking points now?

Anyway, all that is just a prelude to what follows below. I was having a discussion over at Phil’s place which led to an interesting off-line. The subject isn’t quite so much liberalism, it’s more like very mild forms of egalitarianism…the minimalist sort that formed, among other things, the American experiment itself. Phil was referring to the last 200 years or so in terms of how tyrants come to power, and I’ve always been rather interested with what came before the 200-year period. What started all this, I wonder? The storming of the Bastille? The subject immediately under discussion is what Rush Limbaugh sometimes calls “Gettin Even Withem Ism” (it’s a phonetic expression and I have no idea how one correctly spells it), which by itself is a curiosity. Listen to liberals for awhile, especially Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton, and you’ll see it’s almost compulsory to call out some bad guy who’s due to be taken down a peg or two. One gets the impression that their brand of liberalism cannot survive long without this essential element, not even for a breath or two.

That has always struck me as odd and strange. If we’re trying to achieve an open, tolerant, transparent and diverse society, why we could just babble away about that noble vision for months at a time without calling out any villains, right?

Today’s liberals can connect bad guys to anything you want to discuss. Health crises, like AIDS. Weather phenomena like Hurricane Katrina. I mean…you just name it. Maybe this is why Barack Obama is kicking Hillary’s ass lately; maybe the liberals themselves are just sick of it. That’d be a good thing. It would imply that like the rest of us, they have a hunger for solutions and are ready to subordinate the distribution of blame to a decidedly inferior priority. That they’re finally starting to grow up a little bit. To think about becoming what, in my lifetime, they have always bragged about being: “progressive.”

But on the subject of morality, I thought this DailyKOS writer did a pretty good job of drawing up the difference:

Liberal Christian morality differs from conservative Christian morality in that liberal Christians don’t look at the Bible and see rules but instead see guidance for how to think about morality and justice. Right and wrong is not determined by God, but God’s morality is based on fundamental truths of right and wrong. Conservative Christians criticize this thinking as non-Biblical, because it excludes sections of the Bible that are clearly rules-based. Liberal Christians have a number of responses, including the idea that God is constantly trying to get us to change and move beyond what we once were.

If I understand this right, the liberal view of morality is not superior or inferior, but rather dynamic instead of static. It defines continual self-improvement as one of the most important pillars, perhaps the all-important pillar. We are a continuously self-improving thing, designed to discern for ourselves what is right and what is wrong.

Maybe that’s why liberals don’t like us to talk about terrorism. It highlights self-contradictory things about this that would normally be kept in the dark, and it lights up those contradictions rather brilliantly. If we are in a process of evolution, becoming a progressively more moral species, relegating to the realm of wrongness things that were previously thought right, we can cheerfully avoid ethical conundrums right up until the point where we encounter some “missing links” such as the terrorists who murdered thousands of people on September 11, 2001. If we’re being socially tolerant, then we need to respect other cultures, and that includes the decision to live in the seventh century. If some other culture wants to live as million-year-old chimpanzees on the spectrum of moral evolution, and the rest of us our in a process of relegating previously-right things to the realm of wrongness, that would mean these primitives are living in a time when the acts we consider wrong, are in fact right. And if that includes murdering thousands of office workers and bystanders to make a point about our foreign policies, then the potential exists that the September 11 attacks fall into the zone of “aw, that’s quite alright” — at least in the perspective of those who committed them. And we are honor-bound to respect that.

If you want to avoid that conclusion, then you have to at least allow for the idea that some issues of right and wrong are absolute. And if you want to allow for that, then you have to embrace at least some of…oh, dear…that awful, dreaded conservatism.

Well, it’s widely accepted that moderation is a good thing. So maybe that’s how the liberals justify it. But when you listen to liberals and their opinions of conservatives for very long, it doesn’t seem like this can be the case. They seem to think of conservatism the way Yoda spoke of the Dark Side of the Force…you know…once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny.

They are the doctor’s hands, scrubbed and ready for surgery. We’re the filth, slime and muck. They are not to come into contact with us. It’s exactly what Larry Elder saw in that barbershop.

I was looking around for something that would more reasonably explain all this, and I stumbled across this piece that invoked images of the Bastille all over again, and made a brilliant point besides.

The Nature of Liberal Morality
By John “Birdman” Bryant

In contrast to conservative morality, liberalism is based on the premise that Reason, rather than Tradition, should be the criterion of good. Ironically, however, the first historical instance in which Reason was made the basis of morality — the French Revolution — not only witnessed some of the most immoral acts ever performed by man, but saw Reason literally transformed into the god of a religion thru the efforts of Hebert and others, so that Reason simply became a different form of Tradition.

I know if I tried to be a liberal, I’d make a very bad one. This notion of moral definition that is dynamic across time, has always troubled me greatly, and I suspect it troubles everybody else too — even liberals.

I do something marginally terrible, such as jaywalking or littering, and fifty years later my grandson is busted for exactly the same crime. We both go through the judicial process and receive, half a century apart, radically different judgments. Both those episodes are alright? How can that be? If that is the case, what is to be said if the crime for which we are each respectfully busted, me now, him five decades from now, is far more serious? What if we each kill someone under identical situations? I serve 25-to-life and my grandson gets out after two and a half years? Or vice-versa? Neither scenario carries some kind of miscarriage of justice? How can that possibly be?

If that is indeed the case, what are we to think about slavery — back when it was actually practiced here? We’d have to grant some kind of approving nod to it, wouldn’t we? Or at least, fail to condemn it. And if we fail to condemn that, what else would we have to say is alright…so long as it comes from a respectfully primitive time.

The author goes on to quote himself, and finds an exception to a rule that previously left such exception unmentioned:

“The principal axiom — and fallacy — of the philosophy which in the present day goes by the name of “liberalism” is that any given human life possesses infinite value. It is this axiom which explains the liberals’ eagerness to feed the starving third-world masses, in spite of the fact that such feeding will not stop starvation, but will make it all the worse once an infusion of food has made it possible for those who are starving to add to their numbers. It is this axiom which explains the liberals’ abhorrence of the death penalty, even for those persons who have committed the most heinous and despicable crimes. It is this axiom which explains the liberals’ opposition to war, even when the enemy is clearly opposed to the democratic principles which make the liberals’ self-righteously resounding protests possible. And it is this axiom which so arouses the liberals’ anger when scientists, in the study of their carefully-gathered statistics, conclude that some racial, ethnic or other groups may be inferior to others, thereby implying that — since the value of some people is less than that of others — that therefore not all those values are indeed infinite. “There is, however, a notable exception to the above axiom, which is that liberals, in favoring a woman’s right to abortion, do not seem particularly concerned with the lives of the unborn. I am not sure why this exception has arisen — or indeed that it is an exception, as liberals may well be split on the issue — but my suspicion is that it has much to do with liberal opposition to religion, and particularly the liberal distaste for the views of religious fundamentalists on abortion, who maintain that every fetus possesses that apparently-imaginary entity known as a ‘soul’.

Personally, I think that might explain part of it, but there’s got to be a whole lot more to it than that. Some liberals are religious, after all.

The relationship between liberals, and oppression of humans by other humans, is a curious one. They outwardly deplore it, but as we saw with the Iraq war, they also condemn bitterly those who interfere with it. It’s kind of like the big brother who pronounces nobody can ever touch a hair on his little brother’s head — except him.

Except the big-brother-bully occasionally has to translate his words into action, while our liberals seem opposed to doing that or allowing anybody else to do it either. Whaddya get when you cross bullying with laziness…liberalism.

Cause of Global WarmingThe abortion issue has always seemed, to me, to have something to do with a minimalist definition of what people are. I reach this conclusion by observing it from a high level, from which I can simultaneously observe the euthanasia issue, the death penalty issue, the evolution-versus-intelligent-design flap, and the “don’t emit carbon ManBearPig” thing. Across all five of these issues, it seems the one axiom that earns opposition and condemnation from our liberals, is the one that says we matter. That we are here to accomplish something wonderful and great. Five times out of five, this dictum wanders into arguments that our liberals cannot allow to stand.

And you could power large cities off the energy they arouse in opposing them.

One can’t help but wonder if “global warming” isn’t caused, over the last ten years, primarily by liberal outrage. I guess when you work really hard over a lifetime at being ordinary, you get extra-extra-ticked-off if you see someone else trying to be extraordinary. Maybe that’s what liberalism is.

Best Sentence XXV

Monday, February 11th, 2008

The Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) award goes out, this morning, to the lovely Michelle who is grousing away about my Governortron 2000’s virtual endorsements…and she comes up with this gem, apparently revisiting it from earlier…

As we have seen time and again, “bringing people together” is code for increasing the size and scope of government.

In my own experience, this hackneyed phrase has been seen to mean something a little broader, like “set up a policy I happen to like that would directly affect everyone, so it cannot be subjected to argument by anyone.”

It is directly oppositional to another hackneyed phrase, “make sure everyone has a voice” (or vote, or say, or representation, or that everybody takes part in deciding). Of course a lot of us don’t realize that these two cliches have a directly antithetical relationship to each other. That’s because cliches make us feel good. They don’t blaze a trail and they don’t involve any risk. They’re the pathways of the craven; those who aspire to be extraordinary while endeavoring, one moment to the next, to be as ordinary as possible. That’s how cliches get to be cliches.

And the ugly thing about human nature is we tend to be fair-weather friends to both. We don’t crave representation when we’re in the majority. We want it when we find outselves outvoted — at which time we have an unfortunate tendency to define “representation” as winning. Once we get what we want, there, we run into the thing Michelle’s discussing above. We want to “bring everyone together” — now, RIGHT now — when we’ve won. Make everybody else do things our way. At that point, we’re not so much into counting every vote, we’re more about “unifying” and “healing the divide.”

I would further add none of these little observations about human wisdom will be news to anyone who’s worked in politics for any length of time. Watch a skilled politician as closely as you can, across long stretch of time, you’ll see the successful ones recycle these little sound-bites exactly the way I’ve described above, on the occasions I’ve called them out. They play to our darker, less constructive base instincts.

This Is Good XLVI

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

From Right Wing Nuthouse, via Tom the Impaler, a very telling earlier draft of John McCain’s speech to CPAC.

I know that many of you doubt my conservatism. I am shocked that you could be so deranged in doing so. I was there at the beginning of the Reagan Revolution. I even had my picture taken with The Gipper. (Try and look humble.) Surely that should be enough proof of my conservative bona fides. Are you saying that you doubt the word of Reagan? What kind of conservatives are you?

Of course, there are varying degrees of conservatism. I’m from the “Maverick Conservative” wing of the party. This is the wing of conservatism that believes anything the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the news nets will praise me for is probably conservative enough. If it’s not, tough. If you think I’m going to change my position on an issue and get the media upset with me, you’re dreaming.

The Maverick Conservative wing of the party – both of us – want to be clear that we support many of the same issues that you “movement” conservatives support. All we ask is that you ignore us when we thumb our noses at you. You can’t expect us to maintain our status as “Mavericks” with the media without deliberately undercutting your agenda while hinting what barbarians you truly are. Therefore, I ask that you simply accept us for who we are.

And calling us “self aggrandizing media whores who care more for pleasing our liberal friends than in working to enact conservative legislation” may be accurate but please – keep it to yourselves.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XVII

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Oh, this is good. A little bit of good-natured ribbing from our blogger friend Buck

You have to watch until about 3:30. Buck thinks the beard is fake and that it’s really yours truly. Hmmm…could be…could be…I did vote that way. And it gets worse, because in November I might very well be voting that way again.

And yes, Buck. That may or may not be the chief cook & bottle-washer at The Blog That Nobody Reads, but I have subscribed to Travis and Jonathan’s YouTube channel for quite some time. Very amusing toothsome twosome, they is.

Update: I drink beer out of bottles, though. Cans make it taste like deer piss.

Memo For File LIV

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

John McCainThe flap-that-isn’t-a-flap over the Republican party’s nominee-apparent, continues.

Tom the Impaler wants to know where’d the quote come from? The quote in question is a rather arbitrary length of subselection in the dialog between Henry Rearden and the three-judge panel at his trial in Ayn Rand’s 1957 magnum opus Atlas Shrugged. The story takes place in an alternate-universe near-future at an unspecified date, and describes a downward spiral of America, the last non-collectivist nation on the face of the earth, into the individuality-murdering muck of socialism. Rearden, a brilliant metallurgist and entrepreneur, has invented a wonderful and fictitious metal alloy called “Rearden Metal” that lasts much longer than steel.

There are no planes in this alternate reality; freight is delivered by trains. Rearden Metal has the potential to save vast regions of the country from famine. But the politicians and labor bosses are afraid of the market being disrupted, so Rearden has been forbidden from selling his new metal. He’s on trial for violating the regulation. By showing the trial for what it is, he comes out of it with a $5,000 fine.

I’m doing this from memory. I may have to revise some little tidbits of that up there, but what you have is the essence of it. Which demonstrates two things, in my mind, which I’d been noticing years and years before I ever picked up the novel. They never, or very seldom, are pointed out. But they’re all-important.

Point One is what Rand called “the sanction of the victim.” If you study the history of western civilization since the industrial revolution, you’ll find one pattern that consistently emerges is that the most dreadful tyrants are stealthy. They have some kind of propaganda machination in place to pretend their government has power by consent of The People. Sometimes, they do not pretend this, but nevertheless persist in sending out word that their government is doing The Work Of The People. Nobody ever wants to self-annoint and then have the balls to say “I want this done because it’s me and I’m the guy who wants it done.”

And so when they oppress the classes under them, they demand sanction from the victim. There’s always some process for this, because it makes them and their lieutenants feel so much better about it when the victim participates in the process. It’s kind of like trying to get confessions out of John Proctor and Giles Corey in The Crucible.

Point Two is closely related. It is that when you are confronted by a silly idea, the most devastating thing you can do to it is to take it seriously. I can pinpoint exactly when it was I figured this out — I had it pointed out to me in this Time Magazine article, about a skirmish between Carlin Romano and feminist Katharine MacKinnon, after Romano’s negative review of MacKinnon’s book, Only Words.

At the heart of her thinking is the notion that pornography is literally a form of assault by expression, something like saying “Kill!” to a trained attack dog. “Protecting pornography means protecting sexual abuse as speech,” MacKinnon writes in her latest book, Only Words (Harvard University Press; $14.95). “Sooner or later, in one way or another, the consumers want to live out the pornography further in three dimensions.”

For more proof that words have consequences, there is Carlin Romano, book critic of the Philadelphia Inquirer. His Nov. 15 review of MacKinnon’s work in the left-leaning weekly the Nation set off a war of words that is reaching new heights of animosity. Romano, a former philosophy instructor, opened his review with a hypothetical proposition. “Suppose I decide to rape Catharine MacKinnon before reviewing her book. Because I’m uncertain whether she understands the difference between being raped and being exposed to pornography, I consider it required research for my critique of her manifesto…”

MacKinnon felt more than insulted. She felt…well, raped. “He had me where he wanted me,” she told TIME last week. “He wants me as a violated woman with her legs spread. He needed me there before he could address my work.” And the reviewer? “She’s claiming a book review equals rape,” says Romano. “That’s quite a stretch.”

MacKinnon’s assertion was just as patently absurd, in my view, as the McCain nomination that dangles over our heads like the Sword of Damocles today. And I further hold that the McCain nomination suffers from the same weaknesses as MacKinnon’s babblings did back then…that hobbled Henry Rearden’s “trial.” In all three of these situations, the protagonist has an expectation — a desperate one — that the selected audience will take the proposal somewhat seriously…just seriously enough to do what is expected…and then move on. Don’t take it so seriously as to inspect it.

Romano did exactly the opposite. Like Henry Rearden at his trial, Romano dealt a devastating broadside to the silly idea, simply by taking it seriously.

“People claim I dehumanized her,” Romano complains. “In fact, I did worse — I took her seriously. The worst thing that can happen to a flamboyant claim is to be tested.” To put it another way, MacKinnon’s contention that depictions of sex can be equivalent to sexual assaults may come as news to women who have suffered the atrocity of an actual rape.

How many messages surround us nowadays, carrying the expectation that we are to take said messages only seriously enough to do what is requested of us, but not so seriously as to test them?

I would offer that there are so many they threaten to drown us. And the impending McCain nomination is one of these.

So I intend to take the McCain nomination seriously. After the Republicans nominate him, I will accept him as a serious candidate, and support him to the extent that I think I can trust him. To the extent that his deeds — not his words — are compatible with my own interpretations of the country’s interest. Which means, not at all.

Now that I’ve dealt with how this boondoggle is connected to the Rearden trial, there is something else I think should be pointed out, and I think it’s been injurious to everybody who could be affected by a new administration that it’s gone this long without anyone talking about it. I hope what follows finds its way in front of the eyeballs of one or several prospective McCain supporters, before they pull that lever.

The labels. The directional labels. “Right…Left…Center.”

John McCain, I’m afraid, is the agent by which those labels are about to inflict upon us a very severe injury. No one can deny at this point what a wonderful medicinal balm those three words have been to his campaign. The narrative doesn’t change much at all, so let me see if I can recite it from memory here…

Senator McCain is a “maverick,” now “working hard” to heal the rift with the “Republican base,” over a number of issues on which that base “demands” a “drift” to the “hard right” but by “working with the democrats” Senator McCain has been offering a more “centrist” approach.

Something like that.

And this way of looking at things has been embedded in our political arena, in which massively important and impactful decisions are made, for generations now. There is right, there is left, there is center. Just like driving a car.

The problem is with this unstated moral to the story. I say unstated…it’s Not Articulated Outright…it’s an idea people take only seriously enough to do what is requested/demanded of them. And the idea is this: That if you want to get anywhere, most of the time you should stick to the center.

How conveeeeeeeenient. Now you’re on the hook to do whatever is compatible with the interests of whoever is defining what “center” is.

I’d like to propose something different. The left-right-center thing doesn’t survive the test of being taken seriously. You wouldn’t live by bad ideas half the time, would you? If one third-grader says people breathe air and another third-grader says people can breathe water, you wouldn’t stick your face in a pond half the time would you?

True, we can survive bad ideas. That doesn’t mean we’re obliged to do so 50% of the time.

So my proposal for replacing the left-right-center dictum, is this: Inside-outside. Convention-irony.

Deep down, I think all of us, regardless of ideological persuasion, understand what convention is in running a government, making our laws, and enforcing our rules. Convention is called out in the Declaration of Independence and in the Constitution. We are endowed by our Creator with inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Congress shall make no law abridging freedom of expression, establishing a religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…we are, and of right ought to be, free…we’re entitled to equal protection under the law…etc.

If most of us want something to be illegal, and a law prohibiting it is compatible with the Constitution, we can make it illegal. And if it is illegal, you only get to break that law until you get caught, and then you get punished. If you aren’t breaking any laws, then you’re a free man, and you get to stay free, enjoy all your rights, and keep all your stuff.

That’s convention.

Irony is all the stupid crap we do when we find convention boring. Or when times get tough and we form the narcissistic worldview that someone has screwed us over…through convention.

Irony is a 70% income tax on the wealthiest during the administration of FDR. Irony is slaughtering pigs to rot in the fields, and pouring cream in the ditches, in some parts of the country — while, in other parts, people are starving to death.

Irony is eventful freedom. Deep down, everybody already knows Thing I Know #196: When classes of people take turns, over time, enjoying special privileges, not one man among them enjoys genuine freedom. Irony is the Year Of The Woman. Irony is the Black Civil Rights Movement. Irony is The Year Of The Queer, and hate crime legislation. Convention is what most of us understand is in the Fourteenth Amendment, and all of us know makes us a better people with a better government — equal protection. Not just in the boring durations between the fashionable debuts of oppositional things, when some special class has its turn in the limelight…but all the time. White guys aren’t special, persons of color aren’t special, women and gays aren’t special. We are all just “We The People,” like it says in those letters, larger than all the rest, in that Konstyitooshyun that so many say should be getting more attention.

Irony is the idea that violence stops when the tools used to inflict it become unavailable. That gun control can stop violent crime. That something called “disarmament” can stop war.

Irony is the Endangered Species Act. Deep down, everybody understands when our government is restricted from taking things away from us, and instead starts enforcing rules on how we are & aren’t supposed to use our stuff, including our land — this is nothing more than a mocking and denigrating end-run around the rules that were intended to make us more free than that.

Irony is saying illegal aliens “work hard and follow the law.” We all understand that some of them may do the first of those, but none of them do the second.

Irony is letting a murderer live, when he can look you right in the eye and promise you that if he does live, he will kill again. Irony is giving pregnant women the right to murder their babies. What can be more ironic than killing the innocent, while sparing the guilty, while accusing those who oppose you on both counts of contradicting themselves?

Irony is a bunch of soccer moms in New Jersey voting to decide what the speed limit will be in Montana, and what the legal drinking age will be in Kansas.

Irony is insisting that homosexuals can serve in the military until they tell someone they’re homosexual, and then out they go.

Irony is saying when our nation defends itsef, it should do so in a way that makes other nations happy, even if that means not defending itself…and without stopping to notice, nothing we ever do seems to make those other nations happy.

Irony is positioning yourself as a defender of womens’ choice, by bullying and intimidating women who are complete strangers to you, into making the career choices you think they should be making.

Irony is having absurd and silly arguments over the provision of good food, access to legal counsel, and prayer facilities to our own detainees, while when our folks get captured, the other side saws their heads off while they’re still alive.

Irony is the idea that when your employer gives you a stupid rule to follow you’re being oppressed and need organized representation, but when your union gives you a stupid rule to follow, then that’s all good.

Irony is the Earl Warren Supreme Court, 1954-1969. Irony is a fifteen year stretch of cooking up ingenious, creative, spellbinding and surreal new ways to let criminals out of jail that you know damn good and well are guilty, to the point where prosecutors don’t want to prosecute anything anymore, and women and children are afraid to walk the streets at night.

Irony is affirmative action, with quotas. For what can be more ironic than counting beans by the bean color, while insisting that you’re “color-blind” in everything you do?

Irony is running for President as a strong, independent woman, after creating a political career for yourself by riding your husband’s coattails while he cheats on you constantly and, on the record, you were too much of a dimwit to ever suspect anything was going on.

Irony is the fantasy that when someone is willing to hire you for four dollars an hour, if some law is passed that makes that arrangement illegal until the wage is doubled, the guy offering the four dollars will just…find the extra money…somewhere…and the job will still be yours.

Hooters WaitressIrony is complaining about carbon emissions and high gas prices, while driving something big that sits way up high…to work…every day…using 50 gallons of fuel a week to do something that requires 10…or less.

Irony is saying beautiful young women are being oppressed by Hooter’s waitress uniforms, while beautiful young women who don’t work at Hooter’s dress exactly the same way.

Irony is the notion that peace is possible if one side of a conflict, rather than both, thinks it’s a good idea. Or, when both sides hunger for peace, it can be achieved with the details of the peace relegated to minor-footnote status. Deep down, we all understand if both sides want peace and it doesn’t matter who runs anything, there wouldn’t be any fighting in the first place.

Irony is the absurd doctrine that you can’t do anything to defend yourself, unless the threat has already done something to actually hurt you. Who among us would impose such a requirement on their daughters, living away from home for the first time, confronted by a menacing neighbor or co-worker?

Irony is an automated voice asking you to press 1 for English. Irony is wondering wistfully what we can do to help our immigrants assimilate, while wandering the streets all day every day, hearing immigrants speak spanish to their children — their CHILDREN, who will one day have to get jobs here — and thinking nothing’s wrong with it. Or “celebrating the diversity.”

Irony is getting your news out of the Daily Show, your outlook from Rosie O’Donnell, your science out of Al Gore, and your medical advice out of Michael Moore.

Irony is nonsense we practice when we get tired of…sense.

It isn’t right and left. It’s things that we all know make sense…and other things that we all know don’t.

McCain looks like a reasonable candidate when you see him as someone alternating between right & left. When you see him the way I see him, through the lense of convention vs. irony, he looks very different. He looks unprincipled…more repugnant and loathsome on the occasions when he agrees with me, than another would be, in disagreeing with me. He looks like a career politican. More dangerous than all the rest. He looks like all the liabilities of George W. Bush, with none of the benefits.

Because that’s exactly what he is.

On Chinese Tattoos

Friday, February 8th, 2008

Chinese TattooVia Kate at Small Dead Animals…you have got to read this

My most recent scheme involved tattoos. I noticed how many people were getting tattoos of Chinese characters, and wondered why Americans of European descent think there is some special magical property to all things Asian. Buddhism, acupuncture, kung fu, feng shui: if this crap originated in Germany, no one would care.
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Anyway, we’re in the middle of the busiest time of the year at work, and we have about 100 temps working for us. It is out of this group that I pick my mark: a young woman, probably 20 or so, and very pretty, in a kind of higher-class New Jersey trailer-park way. Sort of a skinnier, dirty-blonde version of Jessica Alba. She has a little haze of pot smoke around her, and a Chinese character tattooed on her bicep.
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So I launch into the questions: what made her decide on a Chinese symbol, who was the artist, were they Chinese, everything except what the symbol stood for. She stammers through the answers, which boil down to no real reason for the Chinese, no real interest in Asian culture or language, just got the tat from some white American dude in a shop in Sayerville. Then she launches into an explanation of what it means: inner peace or some nonsense.

“No,” I tell her, “it says ‘hao fu,’ which means bean curd.”

“What?”

Oh…dear…sure if it’s your body, the argument could be made that it’s all fine & good to mark it up any way you want to. But to those who think it’s a wonderful idea to carve away without understanding exactly what it is you’re doing, this might offer some new insight.

And to the rest of us, it’s just plain funny.

Don’t FOX Me

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

I do have to disagree with Shep…the part where he apologizes for pointing his finger.

I wouldn’t-a DONE it, but I don’t see where an apology can be expected, and certainly not how one could be owed.

There’s been way too much water over the dam before someone finally tossed up a B.S. flag on this.

I steal a cookie from the cookie jar…you run a hard-right-wing news network…hell, you LIE about stuff all day long, month after month…you say I steal a cookie from the cookie jar — guess what? I still STOLE IT!

Who points it out…it don’t matta. Not one bit. Not if it’s true.

Fold the Tent Conservatives

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

I assume this is aimed at me, and people like me…

The reaction to my column on Monday, “What Can the Right do to Unite?”was visceral and acrimonious.

Among the literally hundreds of responses I received were reproaches such as:
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“The party PLANNED this. They aren’t going to let a conservative in if they can help it. The RINO’s have been pushing and pushing to get here where NO conservative will have a chance.”
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“I will not vote for guys who DON’T represent me. That is what they are to do, represent. If I can’t find someone who has a chance, I will NOT do what I did here in California and vote for the “winner.” Arnie is an unmitigated disaster. I WON’T do it again.”

Responses such as these made me realize that there is a constituency within the Republican Party and the conservative faction that heretofore was unknown. There exist conservatives and Republicans and feel that they would rather have their ideological and political opponents in office than vote for the candidate who they and their fellow Republicans nominated.

They are the same conservative Republicans who refused to vote for Rick Santorum because they wanted to “punish” Republicans and “punish” Mr. Santorum. This, of course worked out real well for them as a liberal Democrat was elected to replace Mr. Santorum and he wound up getting a good job with a D.C. think tank.

Now Mr. Bush has less chance of getting his judicial nominees confirmed since Democrats now run the Judiciary Committee and the federal courts will be populated by even more liberal Democrat judges who will declare unconstitutional any parental notification laws, capital punishment or life without parole sentences, police procedures, anti-terrorism methods or you-name-it, dozens of other laws that protect the health, welfare, safety, civil rights, and prosperity of Americans.

Way to go, people!

These true-blue, simon-pure conservatives are deserving of a name. They need a label that will identify them as a distinct political bloc. They need an appellation derived from a characteristic.

I think they should be called “Fold the Tent” conservatives. They will be part of the “Whiners Wing” of the Republican Right.

I’ll go ahead and respond, since from reading Mr. Tremogle’s previous contribution, I’m only more convinced that I’m in a position to do so. His bewilderment speaks for many others, as does my disaffection. And my response is this:

Whatever ya gotta tell yourself, Sparky.

Of course, all elections are not necessarily like this one. Four years ago there was a distinct message on which we were being called to vote yea or nay: Is global terrorism something we should address at all? The long-faced donk challenger from New England used twisted logic and tortured speechmaking to imply strongly, but of course never come out and say word-for-word: No. We should stick our heads in the sand and ignore it. His incumbent opponent wanted to hunt the terrorists down like the dogs they were and are.

There was already a lot of mumbling about globular wormening and socialism in our health insurance, but the messages were unmistakable. Bush or Kerry. Go or Stop.

But other people wished some other issues might have gotten some more attention. Some of them didn’t care about terrorism one way or another. Some of them voted Stop, others noted their displeasure with the offering by not voting.

I voted Go. But I didn’t throw a hissy-fit that my “Go Guy” wasn’t picking up the votes of the disaffected, those among the electorate who wanted the election to be about other issues.

Cut to four years later, and it seems the consistent theme througout all of this election is that we can get everything we want if we take all the issues from four years ago, primary & secondary, and just mash them together. Cut our carbon emissions to the bone, let illegal immigrants in to murder our wives and rape our children, and provide single-payer health insurance to everybody — we’ll have Osama bin Laden whining like a little bitch in no time at all. That’s the prevailing sentiment, the only question is how we should lie to ourselves in order to think it’ll work.

I can only speak for myself. But I suspect my words speak for others as well. You decide…

Listen up, Mr. Tremoglie. I’m not a little kid picking up his marbles and going home. The problem is the opposite; the problem is that I’m grown up. I’m tired. Tired of various dialogues, inside the political system and outside of it, in which the parties agree to pretend they’re hashing out disagreements, when they’re really just reciting a lot of stuff.

I’m sick and tired of parallel monologues.

And that is what we have here. Republicans and donks, they both seem to know exactly what they want to do, and they seem to have made up their minds on this before they even heard from anyone. Four years ago, I didn’t demand that my chosen candidate be able to pick up votes from people who didn’t approve of what he was trying to do — you shouldn’t be throwing your little temper tantrum that this sham should pick up participation from people who don’t believe in it.

Other folks are tired of other things. They’re tired of war. They’re tired of thinking about terrorism.

I respect that.

But I don’t respect the belief that it will go away if we simply stop thinking about it.

So go, then. Vote for your one RINO or your two donks who are all committed to nationalizing our health insurance system, eroding our border, and destroying capitalism in the name of the dreaded ManBearPig boogeyman. But you can participate in this process without my help just fine. Like I said, it seems you and the rest of the electorate know exactly what to do without relying on me to help you decide. You don’t seem ready to absorb additional opinions. You don’t seem willing. You don’t seem able.

So don’t seek some kind of landslide mandate for these crazy positions, that they don’t deserve. I come from a place where terrorists stop terrorizing when they’re dead, national borders count for something, socialism sucks, and changing light bulbs is something we do to lower the power bill — not because Al Gore told us to. And running a business that provides jobs for people is a GOOD thing, carbon emissions or no. If you have other ideas, vote on them, but take responsibility for them. Don’t seek out others to help you feel better about those other ideas, when clearly, by yourself, you don’t.

“I volunteer nothing.”
“But the law demands that the defendant’s side be represented on the record.”
“Do you mean that you need my help to make this procedure legal?”
“Well, no … yes … that is, to complete the form.”
“I will not help you.”
The third and youngest judge, who had acted as prosecutor snapped impatiently, “This is ridiculous and unfair! Do you want to let it look as if a man of your prominence had been railroaded without a –” He cut himself off short. Somebody at the back of the courtroom emitted a long whistle.
“I want,” said Rearden gravely, “to let the nature of this procedure appear exactly for what it is. If you need my help to disguise it – I will not help you.”
“But we are giving you a chance to defend yourself – and it is you who are rejecting it.”
“I will not help you to pretend that I have a chance. I will not help you to preserve an appearance of righteousness where rights are not recognised. I will not help you to preserve an appearance of rationality by entering a debate in which a gun is the final argument. I will not help you to pretend that you are administering justice.”

I want to let the nature of this procedure appear exactly for what it is. If you need my help to disguise it – I will not help you. I will not help you pretend that you are administering democracy.

Is that visceral and acrimonious enough for you?