Archive for June, 2008

A Good Flip-Flop For McCain

Monday, June 16th, 2008

Via CDR Salamander, Kathryn Jean Lopez gets the idea from one of her readers:

McCain should flip-flop on ANWR by claiming while meeting with Gov. Palin of Alaska she informed him of the issue at hand in detail(with facts he was ‘previously unaware of or misinformed on’) and combined with Americans now hurting at the ‘pump’ he now sees he should support drilling, blah, blah. Frame it around Energy Independence, make it a national security issue as well as economic and then make sure to include that we can still seek alternative sources while drilling domestically at the same time, etc……this issue has legs and there is nothing the Democrats can do to counter it. Sure it would be a flip-flop but it wouldn’t matter since on this issue the moderates are flip-flopping on it also, it’s a populist issue.

The Republicans, and not only them but the conservatively-inclined, are deeply split over the issue of whether McCain is a worthy candidate. I have consistently been inclined toward the negative on this because I think he’s a backstabber.

This would coax me seriously toward McCain’s side on this thing. Do I speak only for myself? Ah…I don’t think so.

I’m sure those $400-an-hour political consultants say people like me aren’t worth it. They must know something. History shows, however, that when those $400/hr consultants piss in their own boots, they do it right after saying people like me are better enemies than friends. They tell their bosses to go ahead and tick off the conservatives, there’ll be no price to be paid…and then those bosses lose. The record’s pretty consistent.

Just sayin’.

Troublesome Tire

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

From Bits & Pieces, who’d like to know…how do you explain this to your insurance company?

Why Your House is a Pigstye

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

My help was solicited from one of the subscribed members in an off-line; the challenge is to write a three-page essay on why people collect things.

I really can’t think of anything that’s more my calling, than an exercise making such a rigorous demand of 1) a talent for writing endlessly about very little, and 2) personal knowledge of how & why otherwise well-organized people become slobs. This, clearly, is a feat for which I was born.

There’s no need to alter my reply for posting here. Not even by so much as a single word.

Oh wow, what a hot button. I think I might be in a great position to help meet this challenge. There’s the “deliberate” form of collecting stuff, as in, “I think I’ll start a baseball card collection.” I’ll avoid that completely and concentrate on the accidental variety.

I’d break it up, because right off the bat I can see three distinctly different reasons people accidentally collect stuff, that have nothing to do with each other. You’ve come to the right place because I’m richly experienced in all three, and as you know when it comes to filling up X many pages with bloated crap, I’m without peer. Accept what follows as my contribution; take what you like, leave the rest.

There’s the personality-driven motive. One of the characteristics of the Myers-Briggs INTP personlity type (I read somewhere, can’t find it now) is a very narrow viewpoint at any given time with respect to tangible objects. We think about the project underway, not about the things we own — even tools we need to do those projects. And so, when a person fitting this personality type is doing something with the movie collection, and he has to trip over eight pairs of shoes that weren’t put away properly, the shoes simply don’t exist in his mind. Until there’s a project underway to pick up shoes, the shoes sit.

There is the psychologically-driven motive. Feelings of guilt, anger, resentment and grief can bubble to the surface in the form of a compulsive need to stockpile things. This is usually a hard case, reaching extraordinary dimensions in volume, intensity of chaos, and length of time. The tip-off is that the state of order itself is treated as an inimicable entity. If the pack-rat has an attic, the attic will become a junk pile. If he has a basement, it will be flooded with garbage. Every place a mess can be made, it’ll happen.

There is the motive driven by the domestic situation. When you’re living with someone you take turns going through the “White Tornado” hot flash (usually the gal, sometimes the guy). The challenge that comes up is when you get a piece of paper in your hands that belongs to your sweetie, but you can’t tell if it’s important or not. Doesn’t look like it is, but it might be. And you have dozens and dozens of these…s/he’s out doing errands, or off doing something. So these pieces of paper all go into stacks. Nice neat stacks, but getting taller and tippier and more and more top-heavy.

I’m looking at a few stacks like that right now. I’m pretty sure they’re 90% crap. But neither one of the two of us has the independent authority to make those decisions…and the dirty little secret is, while couples might collaborate on a bunch of other things, they don’t collaborate on this. So the stacks grow. Funny thing is, this is hitting us especially hard at the moment, even though we’re both home all day. She’s recovering from surgery, sleeping a lot, and I don’t want to get in her face about stuff. So there’s an interesting paradox: If you happen to like the person and want to be something of a sweetie-pie, the ultimate effect this has on the mess, is to make it grow.

Sometimes, the domestic situation can be very different and still contribute to this. Like when you despise each other. In the household that is about to be divided, we have an inclination to credit ourselves for whatever is good about the united household, consistently blaming the other party for whatever is unattractive or unappealing about it. And so we pile it high with junk. This is overlapping somewhat with #2, the psychologically-driven motive. Except this one is fused with a simple failure to accept responsibility.

I’m afraid we’re still short of the three pages, so I’ve let you down. Sorry, I really don’t have much more of an opinion about it.

I should add that since I sent that off, he wrote back and was extremely grateful. Also, my lady woke up from her nap and used her one good arm to clear off all those stacks of useless crap. Without getting up, I’m very sure there are some new stacks of paper junk getting ready to tip over in the study, with my name all over ’em.

Uh Oh, They Found The Urban Dictionary

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

This flew under my radar. The floggers over at Feministing found out about the Urban Dictionary Entry for the word “feminist” and their reaction was…well…not good. Cassy Fiano, in turn, found out about that, and in turn did exactly what we did. Laughed her cute round little ass off.

I don’t want to speak for Cassy as to why she found this so amusing. But I know why I do. It has to do with how I defined the flog, a whole year ago almost to the day.

The feminist blog is not like the political blog. Surely you’ve noticed by now — a conservative blog, and a liberal blog, will make it a point to highlight what is to be deplored, and what is to be adored. Permanently. On the masthead. In the sidebar. Someplace that won’t move. This guy’s a fool…that other guy is a hero. Three cheers for so-and-so…boos and hisses to such-and-such. And the positive stuff will always at least be somewhat present. Usually, it’s an invitation to join a webring, hosted by like-minded people.

Not so with the feminist blog. These are not out-of-computer feminists, who on occasion at least pretend to like things or people. No, in Internet-land, the feminist blog is a decidedly negative fountainhead of bile. It exists to find things reprehensible, and to broadcast such findings frequently, voluminously, and with grandeur and gusto. The feminist blog is like the siren luring Jason and the Argonauts to certain doom, with tones screeching rather than dulcet. All other purposes are secondary.

This is a meaningful transformation. In my lifetime, orthodox feminism has clung to a veneer of plausible deniability — never straying far from the “Who, Me?” motif. Every insinuation that feminism had something to do with caustic things…even legitimately cynical things…was invariably answered with a peevish counterinsinuation — hey, no, we’re just here to assure fair play. No man regards us as an attack or a threat — no man has any need to — unless he is somehow “insecure.” A level playing field is all we’re about. Like what, you got a problem with that?

The Internet feminist labors under no such motif. Chalk it up to the sinister, anti-socially shading effect of the Internet itself. The cyber-feminist is a decidedly darker version of her flesh-and-blood sister. She is acrimonious, jaded, angry, petulant. She makes no apology for being so. Not only that, but if a day is spent and no nastiness has managed to bubble to the surface, it seems the day has been a waste. It’s part of the identity. The kitty has claws — or else she’s not worth the trouble of being.

It’s as if Feministing read about my definition, and decided someone should put some effort into making sure the prediction comes true. Especially with what comes next:

Check out masthead after masthead after masthead on some feminist blogs if you have trouble envisioning this. You’ll see what I mean. The “author” is represented by silhouette, or by avatar, or by an actual photograph. There is no smile…not unless it’s been made up into some misshapen sneer. Read the actual posts — and the problem is more pronounced still. Time after time, the theme is left intact, unshaken, unwrinkled, unmoved.

It is this: Somewhere, something is, and it ought not be. That’s it. Overall, it seems the fem-blog hasn’t much else to say. Sensors have detected something somewhere that exists, that we think should be banished to oblivion. Can we get an ‘Amen’ here? [emphases mine, in the hear-and-now]

We should be fair with those angry bitter feminists because this isn’t a “chick” thing. All populist movements eventually dissolve into this kind of ooze. “Somewhere something is, and it ought not be…Can we get an ‘Amen’ here?” And see you tomorrow when we tell you what else you’re supposed to hate. Why did this target earn our scorn? That’s seldom mentioned on the flog. Very seldom. You’re just supposed to get it.

Well it’s a little tough to just see that with the Urban Dictionary definition of “feminist” — today’s object of scorn.

Despite claims by some moderate (and misled) feminists to the contrary, feminism is not a movement for the betterment of men and women. If it was, it would be called humanism.

Feminists are not concerned, for example, about the fact that four times as many men commit suicide as women or that fewer and fewer boys attend college or graduate from high school.

Feminists demand that we treat men and women as exactly equal unless it suits women to differentiate between the sexes.

For example, a typical feminist will see no irony in arguing on one hand that women need more protection from domestic violence, rape and sexual harassment but on the other hand that women are just as good as men at construction and fighting crime, fires and wars.

Call it a human-rights movement or a political movement. Whatever suits you. It’s on the down-and-out. This is undeniable, because if it still found purpose and existed for constructive purposes, the feminists would come out of the woodwork and police their own to see if there was any legitimacy whatsoever in the criticisms above.

That didn’t happen. They came out of the woodwork, alright — but more like fire ants emerging from a mound. “All right girls — attack!” seems to be the rallying cry.

Not my idea of a meaningful productive dialog. But, like I said before about that word

Multiple times a week, now, I hear the word “discussion” being used to propose something that isn’t a discussion at all. The word “dialog” is abused more feverishly, recklessly, and sadistically. I see it in Barack Obama’s call for a “dialog on race” — did anyone, anywhere, think a genuine dialog had anything to do with what he was requesting of us?

And that’s what feminism has become, I’m afraid. It goes through the motions of being a productive, back-and-forth dialog. But it has nothing to do with what that word is really supposed to describe.

How it got here, is explained in detail in Feminism, A Play in Ten Really Short Acts.

Proper Credit

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

We attributed one of the cartoons in a previous post to Rachel Lucas, which was technically correct but when Ace wanted to link to the same image he did some superior research via one of his contributors and found the original source.

We’ll give proper credit with a brand new post, and in so doing highlight another image we think hits even closer to home:

Just a suggestion for everyone else who linked the first cartoon…since it resonated so well and became an “everyone else is linking it I might as well do it too” thing. We all have the same task of attribution ahead of us, let’s make it sort of a “Getting To Know You” deal. Pick out the cartoon that you think describes you the best.

I know, nobody ever reads this blog, so that one won’t quite set the world on fire. It’s just a suggestion.

Fred Thompson Rocks — Some More

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Via MyPetJawa. The old guy still has some life left in him.

I hope someone in South Carolina is regretting their boneheaded mistake, and if they can’t recognize they made one, I don’t very much care. This is what we need:

In reading the majority opinion I am struck by the utter waste that is involved here. No, not the waste of military resources and human life, although such a result is tragically obvious. I refer to the waste of all those years these justices spent in law school studying how adherence to legal precedent is the bedrock of the rule of law, when it turns out, all they really needed was a Pew poll, a subscription to the New York Times, and the latest edition of “How to Make War for Dummies.”

God bless you, Fred. If you’re done with that stupid race for good, maybe someone else woven from your fabric will pick the banner next time around.

Bringing The Gun

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Barack Obama made an unfortunate comment:

“If they bring a knife to the fight, we bring a gun,” Obama said at a fundraiser in Philadelphia Friday, according to pool reports.

It would seem “they” has something to do with people who support his likely opponent for the general election, John McCain.

What sacks of excrement these people are. Sorry, but this is exactly what I was talking about, here and, earlier, here. It’s an argument that doesn’t really need to be posed to anyone who’s paid attention to what’s been going on.

After all, before I enlightened you with the evidence of what “they” might or might not mean…you already knew he wasn’t talking about terrorists, right?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our democrats treated terrorists with half the level of determination to prevail, and half the acrimony, they reserve for conservatives? I wonder why they don’t think they can do that. I wish more people wondered about that.

Hot Pants — Why Not?

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Gerard’s putting together an album of hot pants. His reason is one word in length: “Because.” In this way, he pays fealty to two of the most honorable and enduring male traditions ever conceived by God or man: Admiring the female limb, and doing things just for the hell of it.

We owe our existence to the proclivity amongst the gentlemen to do those two things. I can’t prove that’s right, but you can’t prove it wrong…and you damn well know it.

Pictured at left is one of my favorite shots about hot pants, and I have many — Natalie Wood, appearing off-camera during the 1969 shooting of Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice. She doesn’t wear this head-turner at all in the movie, save for one scene in a crowded restaurant and dance hall — at which point she meets her husband Bob’s “San Francisco” dalliance face-to-face for the first time. It’s about an hour in, and you get lots of visual exposure of perhaps the most radiantly gorgeous and goddess-like actress of the twentieth century…from the waist up.

Darn those gay cameramen. Oh well. You still wonder what in the hell Robert Culp was thinking when he decided to cheat on her.

I notice lovely Nat made exactly two movies during her career, not counting the child-starlet stuff like Miracle on 34th Street. Yes, she’s credited with more than that…but they’re repeats. She played a troubled maiden struggling to reconcile all kinds of well-intentioned advice from her parents and role models about how to pick the right fella, and she played a housewife who was happy and fulfilled until something happened to cause her to question the purpose and the destiny of the marriage institution. The Last Married Couple in America is one of my favorites, although I was only able to get it on VHS. There are a few fittings of hot pants on Natalie in that movie, too, and she looks fantastic. She had a wonderful pair of pins, and eyes that could dig right into the depths of your soul. There will never be another Natalie Wood.

But back to the subject at hand, lovely looking young girls in hot pants. I’m up to my earlobes in ’em down here in the Sacramento area…and that’s good, because like Gerard I have a Seattle native’s appetite for the look. This is my “whiplash” season. Back in that area where I grew up, I remember you can enjoy the sight from about this time of year, through the last week of August maybe. Ten weeks. Maybe the season will be extended somewhat if you’re near the campus of UW. And, of course, we always lied about the summer season, making it sound even more fleeting so those goddamned Californians wouldn’t come rushing in. Perhaps that effort’s been abandoned by now.

But anyway. I don’t go out much right now…one of us is recovering from surgery and the other one is playing nurse. So I change ice packs all day, do a pathetic miserable job of keeping up on the dishes, and the only two female legs that hold my interest right now are stretched out on the couch beside me. Day and night. And they look plenty good enough as far as I’m concerned; I’m just looking forward to seeing them walk around again.

The rest of you horn dogs can check out whatever you want. Bring on the global warming.

Brutally Honest is Promoted

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

Blogger pal Rick who runs Brutally Honest, has been recruiting guest bloggers and they are pretty good. There’s LocutisPrime, there’s small tee tim the Godless Heathen (who I named), Big-Tee Tim Chesterton, and others. Since his spot is one of the few that I make a point of hitting on a daily basis, he was already in sort of an “inner circle” but now that he has a quality panel of contributors, he’s knocked down the last of the criteria for being a silver sidebar resource — and is therefore promoted.

It should be noted that whether a blog is bronze, silver, gold, platinum or turquoise has little-to-no relationship to how valuable it is, or how often we go digging around in it for the latest news. If they reflect anything they reflect the level of effort put in by whoever puts ’em up. So they kind of represent what goes into the blog, not too much what we get out of the blog. Bronze, informally, means “some guy who writes stuff” — like us. Silver means “a panel of people who are subject to quality control”…kinda sorta. Rick’s got a panel. It’s a fun place to hang out. Go check.

And happy 27th, Rick. Give our regards to the missus.

Airplane of Babel

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

In January I complained that communication, in written and verbal form, seems to have diminished to a purely ornamental ritual. The evidence in front of my eyes indicates there has been a widespread resignation to the defeatist realization that, no matter how many words & syllables are used, very few ideas are going to be exchanged. You see it in quite a few places. Ordering food is the most common and frustrating example, but there are many others.

Via Boortz, we learn about a plane that nearly crashed because the pilots didn’t speak English.

The navigation problems occurred because the co-pilot had entered the wrong coordinates before takeoff, causing the navigation system — which also runs the auto-pilot — to shut down.

The pilots were then forced to use emergency controls and rely on directions from the ground.

On several occasions, the co-pilot steered the plane in a different direction than the air traffic controllers instructed, The [London Daily] Mail reported.

The airliner almost crashed into another airplane at one point, forcing the other plane to change its course.

My goodness, what are we to do about this? Oh wait, there seems to be a solution. The article continues…

Only a few Polish pilots understand English, which is the international language of aviation, The Daily Mail reported. Many countries have failed to ensure that their pilots were proficient in Engilsh by March this year, a deadline set by the International Civil Aviation Organization. [emphasis mine]

Hmmm…….

You know, I live in a country that speaks English. Except that is not the official language of this country; my country doesn’t have an official language. Some are of the opinion that would be racist. Now I don’t know if they’re in the majority, but the people who make the rules sure seem to be afraid of those folks so in my lifetime I don’t think I’m going to see English made the official language of the United States of America. Not on paper anyway…not without a whole lot of yelling. In something.

Well gosh. It looks like the international aviation world is way ahead of us. And the language they chose is — English! What a bunch of damn racists!

But it’s easy to see, this is a world in which babbling away and playing games of make-believe that the other guy understands what you said — which seems to be exactly what’s happening at the fast food counter, every time I see business transacted across one — are luxuries that can’t be afforded at ten or twenty thousand feet. And so they did what was necessary.

Down here on the ground, it seems we have things completely backwards. When it comes to thoughts you carry around in the privacy of your cranium, we “standardize”…you aren’t allowed to think certain things, even though those things make a lot of sense. Like, for example, the English language isn’t racist. Then when the standardized ideas are carried to our mouths suddenly the standardization falls away. Jabber away in valley-girl-rap-hybrid, ebonics, Leeloo’s Fifth Element language, Klingon, Pig Latin, surfer-dude, whatever you want. It’s the other guy’s problem to figure out what you’re mumbling.

This is the one place where we can really use standardization — where we try to convey and receive thoughts. If there isn’t a common platform, it’s a futile endeavor.

Our prevailing sensibility seems to be pushing us into an unhealthy habit of standardizing on everything else. Where that plane bumbled around and nearly crashed, there but for the grace of God fly the rest of us.

One Question For Our College Kids

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

If I were a perfesser — don’t worry, not gonna happen anytime soon — I would ask my class a single question with the opening of every semester. Maybe again at the close.

It would be a very dangerous question.

I’m looking at Boumediene, and I’m looking at Burge. I’m looking at one of the Things I Know About People Minus What I Was Told When I Was A Child

27. People who make a conscious decision not to offer help or defense to someone who needs it, don’t want anyone else to help or defend that person either.

…and I’m looking at what I had to say about Gerard’s essay a couple of weeks ago:

Twenty-first century American liberalism in a nutshell: That which builds or preserves must, at all costs, be destroyed; that which destroys must, at all costs, be preserved.

I’m looking at things that need defending, that I’m told don’t need defending, and I’m looking at other things I’m told do need defending and there’s something reprehensible and atrocious taking place if those other things aren’t defended.

I’m looking at the defense that is provided to people who are convicted of killing other people. I’m looking at the “defense,” if you can call it that, of those people who have already been killed, and who cry out for justice from beyond the grave. The defense provided to the ones who did the butchering, always seems to be more energized. There’s a steep differential there, and it seems the people in authority — those who were provided this privileged “education” a generation or two ago — are the ones who say we should keep that steep differential in place. Without coming out and saying so. Without even admitting it to themselves.

Funny. I’d have presumed when you’ve been afforded the benefits of an expensive education, the very first thing you would’ve learned is the meaning of the words coming out of your mouth.

I see how politicians pledge to fight terrorists, and I see how they pledge to fight each other. They’ve prevailed over each other many times, they’ll prevail over each other many times later on — yet they have not yet prevailed over the terrorists. But the battle to prevail one more time over each other, always seems to be worthy of the greater expense of energy and effort. Battling the terrorists, taking no prisoners, never saying surrender and never saying die…well, these same politicians seem to be caught in an endless-loop of telling me it can’t be done.

So my dangerous question for our Leaders of Tomorrow, that I’d ask, if I could…and I can’t…would be…

What things, in your mind, are worthy of a costly defense? A defense that can be provided only at the expense of something precious. Safety…treasure…limbs…lives.

Not necessarily yours.

But I want specifics. “The Constitution” is too vague. Even “Freedom of Speech” is too vague. Don’t hide behind “the environment” because that’s too vague, too. “Civil liberties?” Try again. That is a cliche that was built to be vague. I want specific items, I want stated consequences, I want well-thought-out cause & effect. Now, tell me what things are worth a real, not merely lip-service, defense.

What, in our society, is so sacred that it justifies a defense involving overwhelming, disproportionate force?

What justifies an exorbitant defense?

What justifies an unreasonable defense?

What justifies a devastating defense? A deadly defense? A defense involving entirely innocent collateral damage?

What justifies a defense that goes beyond mere lip service?

Because I’m looking around, and I see everything our “hip & with-it” leaders want defended and preserved…each thing that they think is worth the sacrifice of something else…each and every one of those things…is something that destroys. Or, it’s something that defends something else that destroys. Or — something that defends something that defends something that, in turn, destroys. The last link in the chain, it seems, is always a destructive agent — if it isn’t, they’re just not that into defending it.

Halfway through Atlas Shrugged there’s an ugly scene in which James Taggart, who’s verbally abusive to his new wife Cherryl on a constant basis, hops over the fence and beats her for the first time. The last thing she said before he struck her with his hand, was the one thing he dedicated his entire life to keeping concealed from everyone, even from himself. He went about the entire thousand pages of the novel, without ever acknowledging this purpose he had to his life. This primary, central purpose — this purpose that took a back seat to none other, even though he couldn’t admit the purpose was there.

The words she said to him, just before being sent sailing across the room by his hand to her chin, were…

Then the headlight she had felt rushing upon her, hit its goal — and she screamed in the bright explosion of the impact — she screamed in physical terror, backing away from him.

“What’s the matter with you?” he cried, shaking, not daring to see in her eyes the thing she had seen.

She moved her hands in groping gestures, half-waving it away, half-trying to grasp it; when she answered, her words did not quite name it, but they were the only words she could find:

You…you’re a killer…for the sake of killing…

It was too close to the unnamed; shaking with terror, he swung out blindly and struck her in the face. [emphasis mine]

And that’s why he had to give her a beat-down. He couldn’t admit this to himself. In fact, at the end of the book when he finally said it out loud himself, (SPOILER: Highlight To Read) his brain melted down and he became a vegetable.

Maybe we’re there. Maybe our leaders of today and tomorrow are destroyers, who do their destroying by carefully avoiding any admittance that this is what they are. The trend, so far as I can see it, holds up: They defend only that which destroys other things. Any other kind of defense is, in Gerard’s parlance, uncool.

We can be such deliberate destroyers without being James Taggarts. Let’s just admit what we are. Much better for your mental health that way.

On Boumediene

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

Well my goodness, this is being discussed all over the “blogosphere” isn’t it? I could give the hat tip to just about anyone. I choose Sister Toldjah, because I like her and I think she’s done a functionally superior job of gathering links and other material that really matter.

Reading through the decision, it seems to me like kind of a mixed bag. Captain Ed jotted down the thoughts that were rattling around my head:

By granting the unlawful combatants habeas corpus, the court has now eliminated the main reason for the military tribunal system — and for that matter, Gitmo itself. If the detainees can access American courts, they may as well be held on American soil.

My own thoughts? They’re already covered by what I have written before, namely What I Know About People Minus What I Was Told When I Was A Child, Item #27:

27. People who make a conscious decision not to offer help or defense to someone who needs it, don’t want anyone else to help or defend that person either.

I’m sure some will say the matter is nominally more complicated than that.

Well, they’re just wrong.

Yin and Yang XI

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

Last weekend, I had noted a very special morsel that had made it’s way into the editorial pages of the San Francisco Chronicle. Mark Morford had wondered if Barack Obama was an “enlightened being” and used a special term to describe him, a “lightworker”:

Many spiritually advanced people I know (not coweringly religious, mind you, but deeply spiritual) identify Obama as a Lightworker, that rare kind of attuned being who has the ability to lead us not merely to new foreign policies or health care plans or whatnot, but who can actually help usher in a new way of being on the planet, of relating and connecting and engaging with this bizarre earthly experiment.

I had wondered if this Morford guy had been tapping into the Yin and Yang archives over here at the Blog That Nobody Reads. Well, it seems this was not the case. And I should have seen that coming, because Morford’s whole point is that it is exceedingly rare for a Lightworker to become a politician. Had he been talking about the Yang, as I thought, that observation probably would not have been made because politics is the most naturally Yang-y pastime or profession modern man has ever devised.

So Morford was clearly alluding to some way-of-communicating that had to do with giving off a “natural vibe,” some special quality that exists outside the purely verbal path of communication. Yet Morford himself does not seem to fully comprehend what it is. Which probably means he didn’t come up with this on his own…he comes out and says he didn’t. So where’d he get this? He says “many spiritually advanced people I know.” Who are those folks, and what do they have in mind?

A couple days later, via Ace, via DoublePlusUndead, we learned of Mrs. Peel who has figured out the genesis of this Lightworker stuff…or seems to have, anyway.

Mrs. Peel points to a fascinating fellow by the name of Steve Pavlina, self-help guru, motivational speaker, and former developer of shareware games. DP Undead later expounds on the idea with some additional research. Near as I can figure, the first epiphany goes to Peel…

[Pavlina] starts by asking if you are a lightworker or a darkworker. This post gives an explanation of “polarity.” Basically, you should choose either to serve others or to serve yourself, and dedicate yourself fully to your choice. Only thus will you attain the true heights to which you are destined, young Skywalker…er…

Anyway, a later article discusses lightworkers and defines them as cells in the body of Christ “Source.” (He doesn’t actually mention “Source” in this particular article, but it’s mentioned in other posts. It’s basically God, but Pavlina is much too enlightened to believe in God, so he has to call Him something else.) A lightworker is like a white blood cell. It seeks out sickness in the body of humanity and tries to heal it. A darkworker is like a cancer. It feeds off other cells to gain more power. In this article, Pavlina theorizes that because so many darkworkers are in power now (he doesn’t actually name President Bush, but it’s pretty obvious from this and other articles that that’s who he means), many people are feeling the call to become lightworkers. The body of humanity is diseased, and lightworkers must fight the disease.

Well if Morford did indeed copy his comments from this, he could not also have borrowed the concept from Yin and Yang; or if he did consolidate the two of them somehow, the concepts must have gone whistling over his head. What Pavlina describes isn’t even close to what originated on these pages…

Are You a Lightworker or a Darkworker?

Asking this question is like asking whether you’re a black belt in karate or jujitsu. Most likely you are neither, since most people never make such a commitment in their entire lives. Lightworkers and darkworkers combined probably account for less than 1% of the population. [emphasis mine]

Yin-and-Yang, contrasted with the above, maintains the opposite. Once the two extremes are defined, most of us are situated on one or the other. It is the no-man’s-land in between that is sparsely populated, and would account for a freakishly picayune sub-selection from amongst us. The rest of us are sitting on some extreme wingtip, or are headed in that direction. Yin-and-Yang, you might say, theorizes that we are “polarized” at birth or shortly afterward.

It would take a phenomenal expenditure of energy and concentration to avoid being a Yin or a Yang, because whenever you are met with a “complex” challenge you are forced to choose a method for solving it. And before you’ve labored toward the solution, you’ve begun to solidify further your allegiance toward one extreme or the other. Quoting myself in Installment Ten:

People are confronted by complex problems, and they solve those problems in a Yin way, or a Yang way. The mold they have cast for their personal development, since childhood, will determine which of these two methods they will use.

The “complex” problem is complex because…

1. The nature of it demands a multiple-step plan;
2. There is no pre-packaged solution available that can be implemented with the resources at hand;
3. It is determined that any proposed solution, will involve some level of uncertainty and risk.

And you can resolve this by drawing on the energy and consciousnesses of those in proximity, or relying on your internal cognitive resources. One or the other. So it’s intellectually non-feasible to maintain a middle ground here. You’d have to keep track…okay, last time I relied on others…this time I’ll figure it out for myself…now, last time I relied on myself so this time I’ll collaborate with others.

That’s not viable because we have an instinct to develop, maintain and augment the talents that are of greatest use to us. No, what Pavlina is describing is something different. It’s a bell curve. Ninety-nine percent of us hang around the middle, and the majority of them are in the center, the “Big Middle.” The one percent that remains…maybe less than that…”polarizes.”

What does it mean to polarize?

When you decide to polarize, you’re making a commitment to living a certain type of life. It is similar to making a commitment to a particular field that takes a long time to master, such as training for the Olympics, becoming a concert pianist, or becoming a grandmaster at chess. You aren’t just going to wake up one day to discover that…oh yeah…you’re a 10th degree black belt, nor will you suddenly wake up and realize you’re a lightworker or a darkworker. Polarizing as a lightworker or darkworker is a huge long-term commitment. It doesn’t just happen by itself in a flash of insight.

The decision to polarize is a decision you make with every fiber of your being. For some people it may be a natural choice, felt as a type of calling. Others have to spend a lot of time exploring both polarities to make the polarization commitment very consciously and deliberately. But most people never polarize.

If you polarize as a lightworker, you are dedicating your life to serving the greater good.

If you polarize as a darkworker, you are dedicating your life to serving yourself.

TooheySo Pavlina is sort of an Ellsworth M. Toohey, perhaps with more benevolent intentions, but with the same credo. Harmony and symbiosis with the common good, is good; selfishness is toxic and bad. The ego, therefore, becomes a cauldron of poison and evil.

I’m humbled and intrigued that Pavlina and I have come up with two theories so different, and yet, having so much in common. He used to write software; I used to write software (it seems his stuff was games, and my stuff was industrial-work automation type things, which is also interesting). I stopped and got into project management; he stopped and got into motivational speaking. He may still be writing software — I dunno — but I had my own reasons for finding different ways to earn a living, and they had a lot to do with the Yin and Yang theory. It’s credible to me that being a motivational speaker must be very different from developing software, although I’m experienced in one of those and am a complete stranger to the other. I suspect he had some kind of personal crisis similar to my own. Or it’s possible that he just appreciated the pay hike. But I strongly doubt that’s all there is to it.

Anyway, at this point in Pavlina’s theory about lightworkers and darkworkers, we run into some even more interesting things. Quoting DP Undead…

As I read this guy’s explanation of Lightworkers and Darkworkers, I realized, I’ve seen all this before! And in fact, video games may well have a role in this nonsense. I recognized this basic framework of this philosophy from a video game released for the X-BOX in 2005, called Jade Empire. I later came to the conclusion that he borrowed from a game called Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (KOTOR) which was made by the same development team before Jade Empire. Jade Empire was based heavily on KOTORs engine and gameplay.

Yes, this rings a bell. I have KOTOR — I never really could get too far into it. It’s a character development game, much like Sims. You define the attributes to your custom character and then you play. If the character customization doesn’t interest you overly much, you’ll find it a little boring. That’s why I couldn’t get into it.

DP Undead continues with Jade Empire…

In Jade Empire, you could either follow the philosophy of the Open Palm or the Closed Fist. Open Palm is a philosophy that argues one should always give aid to someone, be in tune with nature, and to know and accept one’s place in this world. Closed Fist is a philosophy that teaches self-reliance, to control one’s surroundings, and to try and be ambitious. Lightworker and Darkworker operate on similar principles. From Morford’s article,

The unusual thing is, true Lightworkers almost never appear on such a brutal, spiritually demeaning stage as national politics.

Let me repeat Jade Empire’s Open Palm philosophy: Open Palm is a philosophy that argues one should always give aid to someone, be in tune with nature, and to know and accept one’s place in this world.

The reason you don’t see an Open Palm or Lightworker on the national stage is because philosophically speaking, they aren’t supposed to be ambitious. This is why Morford is so excited.
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In theory, Lightworkers and Darkworkers operate on similar principles, but our guru [Pavlina] deviates and argues that true Lightworkers have no malevolent side, and Darkworkers are by their nature destructive, which as we learn is more like the concept of Jedi vs. Sith. Lightworkers work for the common good and to “raise consciousness”. Basically typical liberal hippie Marxist crap. Darkworkers are malevolent, in our guru’s world, and indeed Morford’s world, capitalist pigs, the Bushitler and Enron. He argues that both can get to the same place in terms of power, but that the Darkworker by his very nature leaves a trail of chaos and destruction in his wake, not unlike the Sith or Closed Fist. [emphasis in original]

There follows in Undead’s analysis, a procession of excerpts alternatively from Guru/Pavlina, and Morford. This is the evidence that Morford is recycling material from Pavlina, and speaking for myself I find it reasonably convincing. You be the judge.

But not before you get to the whoopass smackdown tidbit of evidence. And I promise…it is whoopass smackdown…

I thought it was a coincidence until I saw this. What is it I see? Look,

In your life story, you can choose to be the hero, the villain, or an NPC (i.e. non-player character, someone passive who watches the story unfold from the sidelines). Most people live like NPCs, but the hero and the villain have far more power to direct how the story unfolds. There are lots of heroes and lots of villains in this story, but there are orders of magnitude more NPCs.

All bold mine [DoublePlusUndead]. For those that don’t know, NPC is a term that is very common in role playing games (RPG), both of the tabletop and video game variety. If you’re not a gamer or D&Der, you’ve probably never heard these terms before. Upon seeing it, I think our guru based this stuff on KOTOR and Jade Empire! He’s selling dopey leftists like Morford a bunch of warmed over RPG themes! Talk about Darkworking!

I told you it was whoopass smackdown.

Priceless. There follows in Undead’s analysis a complete rundown of these role playing game features, complete with screenshots.

Let’s return to Yin and Yang for a second. One of the observations I made is that the Yang tend to have an instinctive compulsion to make all non-Yang more like them. They are recruiters. There can be advantages to this in certain situations, but it’s not a rational decision. Not a deeply rational one, anyway. They have the tendency to see “Yang-ness” as functionality; baseline functionality, the most elementary level required, to perform any task worth performing. Whoever doesn’t have the same PH balance is therefore defective.

In our information age this is especially tragic — because we rely on tools, indeed, multiple layers of tools, that can only be developed by the Yin. At least, with any reliability, and with any baseline threshold of quality.

I would imagine in the shareware game development field there would be, behind closed doors, some fierce culture conflicts between Yin and Yang. Games like these would involve an intensified and structured (deep but not broad) development of a capable and reliable engine — how pictures are displayed on the screen, how the players move around, how their location in a given instant is tracked, what’s absolute, what’s relative, how the hardware is interfaced to the software, etc. — an effort in which the Yin would enjoy an enormous functional advantage. This would be followed by a meandering and creative (broad but not deep) definition of the game itself. Placement of the objects which are the players, fields and obstacles. In this effort, the Yang could participate with a greater degree of influence and effect, with a favorable outcome. And then take over the lab culturally, as is their natural tendency. All non-Yang, convert or depart at once.

This is exactly the kind of thing that eventually drove me out. I found my software development skills were very much like a jet fighter with some powerful engines but with a bulky, non-aerodynamic shape. Headwind drag, you know…proportional to the square of the craft’s velocity. That’s basically what happened to me. I’d build something, it would work, I’d get promoted — and there arose a pressure to perform in a Yang capacity, a capacity in which I had never really brought too much to the table, and hadn’t pretended to have any capability for doing so.

I found myself contributing, with great effort, only marginally to some of these projects. I’d have been promoted because I had great success in some other area, an area in which I was no longer challenged. I remember vividly one example, in which a boss tasked me to figure out how to work some gizmo. And, very much like Dilbert’s boss, he’d manage step-by-step — come back in a few minutes and check up on me, with some pre-defined notion of what step I’d be on, what exactly I’d be doing, supplying mid-course corrections if that was not what I was doing. Well, waitaminnit…doesn’t “figure out how to do” something, imply an open-ended path? Unless he knew something already, that I was being paid good money to figure out, which I doubt was the case.

Nope, it’s the step-by-step approach. People like steps. I’ve learned, gradually, that people who have a habit of working according to step one step two step three, have a tendency to start looking at everything that way. They enforce it, in situations where it isn’t appropriate. Rather like assigning a taxicab driver to “find a way to get me to Brooklyn Bridge”…and then, four blocks into it…”hey, this isn’t the way!” You’ve outsourced the decision-making, or you haven’t. There are some jobs that fall into the “tying shoes” definition — they demand unshared authority. We’re sometimes slow to pick up on this. It’s just a simple human failing.

In this way, I began to find the new demands that were made of me, didn’t seem to have much to do with the actual success of the project. Challenges that were more my forte, on the other hand, were going unmet. Not only by me, but by the team as a whole. What was my major contribution? My specialties tended to be purely functional: Ordering hardware vendor interface toolkits, reading the technical documentation which was usually wrong, calling tech support, applying upgrades…getting the damn thing online. That’s what I did. There arose a prevailing viewpoint, and I never saw too much evidence to substantiate it, that this was unnecessary and my talents were in much greater need over here. Meanwhile, gizmos that we needed to be working, weren’t working, and I was isolated from any opportunity to continue my contributions to those.

It happened three times in six years, and I got out. I’ve since noticed this is a universal thing: People who engage the world through their personalities, their competence at collaborating with others, giving off & picking up “vibes” — and, executing those all-important steps according to pre-written scripts — want everybody else to do things that way too. This is, I think, why Pavlina is a motivational speaker. It’s like what they say sometimes about cops: If you get a thrill out of bossing people around and beating them up, a cop is a good thing for you to become, so a lot of cops & security guards are supposed to be bullies. Don’t know how much of a problem that is; I try not to spend too much time talking to cops in that kind of setting. But the principle is certainly a valid one.

And Pavlina does write like kind of a Yang-bully. Lightworker, good; Darkworker, bad.

My girlfriend and I watched The Fountainhead Saturday night. Gary Cooper, speaking as Howard Roark, covered the problems with Pavlina’s logic very well (although, according to legend, he confessed to Ayn Rand right afterward that he really didn’t understand what he was saying). It’s something Pavlina really needs to see. And you know, just on the off-chance he’s scanning these pages — you never know — it couldn’t hurt to excerpt the relevant passage. Ayn Rand, once again tapdancing on the boundary between what is real and what is silly…but this one’s an inch or two within bounds. All denialists will avoid, in abject fear, the object exercise of honestly sampling history to try to refute it.

Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received — hatred. The great creators — the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors — stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrwed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.

No creator was prompted by a desire to serve his brothers, for his brothers rejected the gift he offered and that gift destroyed the slothful routine of their lives. His truth was his only motive. His own truth, and his own work to achieve it in his own way. A symphony, a book, an engine, a philosophy, an airplane or a building — that was his goal and his life. Not those who heard, read, operated, believed, flew or inhabited the thing he created. The creation, not its users. The creation, not the benefits others derived from it. The creation which gave form to his truth. He held his truth above all things and against all men.

His vision, his strength, his courage came from his own spirit. A man’s spirit, however, is his self. That entity which is his consciousness. To think, to feel, to judge, to act are functions of the ego.

The creators were not selfless. It is the whole secret of their power — that it was self-sufficient, self-motivated, self-generated. A first cause, a fount of energy, a life force, a Prime Mover. The creator served nothing and no one. He had lived for himself.

And only by living for himself was he able to achieve the things which are the glory of mankind. Such is the nature of achievement.

Now, getting a scanner or optical jukebox driver to work with a document automation system, is a far distant cry from building motors or airplanes or power looms or anesthesia. But I’ve had twenty years to bear witness to such little skirmishes across the border of Yin and Yang, and it’s a constant that the Yang show this Pavlina-bullying. This gives rise to two mysteries to which I’ll try to offer some answers here: One, what motivates the Yang to try to rub out others who are not like them; and two, how do they ultimately succeed at this — even though, when they succeed, the rest of us lose things we in fact need.

Here are some ideas on how this comes about.

1. The Boundary

Picture Yin and Yang as two castles hundreds of miles apart, in two different valleys. From atop the keep of each castle, it is possible to see everything within the respective valley bowl, but of course, not one inch further than that. With binoculars, telescopes, whatever have you.

And so a person who lives in each castle, has three frontiers. Himself, the castle, the valley.

What makes the two castles different, is how the castle is cordoned off: There is a moat around the castle of Yin. In other words, when a Yin works on a project consistent with the makeup of his own character, whether it’s designing, inventing, implementing, cataloging…there’s always a boundary. It’s a closed system. And within any system, order must prevail or the system stops working. The Yin will place a great deal more priority on an object of disorder inside this “moat,” than a similar problem lying outside of it.

The Yang are missing this boundary around their castle. All things within line-of-sight, that are out of place, require adjustment. That means — the valley. You could say that the valley, to the Yang, performs exactly the same function as the moated castle does for the Yin.

This moves the Yang into a natural position to collaborate with others. People, universally, have a tendency to do what they’re told. The Yang police this valley, looking for trees and molehills and squirrels that aren’t adhering properly to some rule. They find something, and the conversion begins. That means a conversation begins. While this is going on, the Yin is not making himself visible. He’s toiling away on something, in his castle, behind the moat.

2. Myopia

With respect to the “castle/valley” analogy mentioned above — the Yang have to go beyond the boundaries of the castle, adjusting all things in the “valley,” or enclave demarcated by the line-of-sight, to some standard of orthodoxy. It’s sensible to presume this is an exhausting task. Sufficiently so, that even if there is a process of organizing whatever’s not-yet-complete against the available resources, much of the work will still have to be defered to a later time so as to not overtax the resources.

That is if there is a process of organizing the work against the resources. Even that, usually, is left undone.

No, it’s much more common for the Yang to just trip across this stuff as they wander around the valley, rap knuckles, and move on.

Diaper DetailI noticed this with old girlfriends. They’d behave as if the world was coming to an end so long as I did do, or didn’t do, X…usually “show your feelings” or “be more sociable.” We’d bicker. Somehow or another, she’d come to an understanding that, as Popeye says, I am what I am…and duly show her disgust.

Next time she caught me in my bad habits, we’d have the conversation all over again, with the same urgency involved in reforming me, no new points made on either side — as if it had never happened before.

I know I’m not alone, especially among the guys.

Behold — the myopia. The Yang seem to exist in a state of exhaustion from patrolling the valley. They work themselves into a state in which they can look at something right in front of them, and not see it.

So they run things; and they don’t have much appreciation for what the Yin do, even though they count on it.

3. Migration of Work

Things that we use across a vast expanse of time, tend to evolve into multi-layered tools. Generally, the Yin are responsible for developing the lower layers and the Yang contribute more productively to the higher layers. Your most helpful analogy here is a road, with one crew bringing in concrete and gravel, which they then scatter around evenly after preparing the bare land for the road; and another crew trucking in asphalt, being sure to spread it around smoothly.

The Yin lose the limelight rather naturally, being the bedrock people; their work is easily forgotten, covered with asphalt. Really — they never had the limelight. When that bedrock is laid down, nobody’s around to see it except the people who are directly responsible for putting it in. Recall the comments about the role playing game, with the graphics engine, and the mappings. After the engine is built, major upgrades notwithstanding, it is forgotten in the same way as the bedrock under the asphalt. That doesn’t mean the engine is not there, or that it is not needed. It just becomes a piece of history…as does the graphics engine. The ongoing challenge of creating new maps, and filling in potholes in the asphalt, makes it easy to forget this important contribution.

We do this with everything we use. Cell phones, for example. Yesterday’s exciting innovation is today’s comedy relief — unless you really need it, in which case it is what we could call a “staple.” Very complicated technologies, ones that were thought to border on the impossible not too long ago, become sort of like a pencil. The damn thing works, or it doesn’t.

It’s a natural evolution of working with emerging technologies that are stacked up on top of each other; they work, because they make use of other related things. Our attention is drawn to the highest layer, the one that is still under development. The point is that when we forget what went into the lower layers, we de-value the processes and styles of thinking that were needed for their development — unless those processes and styles of thinking happen to overlap completely with what’s needed for development of the higher ones. That usually isn’t the case. So we have a very sensible tendency, in my mind, to reform our thinking energies to better conform to the task at hand. Unfortunately, that means where we need to release ourselves from our legacies in order to do this, we will. And we evolve much more expertly, in this way, when the work we are about to do is that of a social nature.

4. Compartmentalization

This is a continuation of the above. As we migrate the work and the energy of our thinking as we confront it, we have a tendency to place the contributions of the Yin into a sort of a box. Think, here, of your personal computer at home. Here it is 2008, and it’s a…browser tool. With maybe some custom birthday card printing programs on it…Google Earth…and some other stuff.

That isn’t really how you thought of it ten years ago. Back then, browsing the Internet was just another application. You used Calculator, you used Notepad, and you browsed. Then you had the “real” programs. But the point is, a decade ago you thought of it as the wonderful bundling of amazing technology that it still is. What you take for granted now, was a bit of a challenge back then. Swapping virtual memory into the onboard memory so it could be accessed by multiple applications, without locking up and taking your work into the Phantom Zone. That isn’t much of a challenge now, hopefully. There are hundreds of other things your computer used to do, rather unreliably, that now it seems to do effortlessly. Back then, you had tolerance for the failures to drive your video card without locking up tight…tolerance you wouldn’t have today, because you take the technology for granted.

And that’s the way it is with the power loom and the airplanes. It was once a miracle that heavier-than-air craft could fly. Now it isn’t. That’s the nature of technology. As we adapt to it’s use, we tend to forget all the complicated pieces that go into it. The pity is, we get distracted by other ongoing chores that are, in fact, much simpler. Loading a web page? There are some advanced security features, Active-X controls, cryptographic handshakes for secure web resources, authentication protocols. There are Java applets. But by-and-large, it’s all pretty much the same stuff. It isn’t nearly as complicated as the stuff that used to be a challenge, and is no longer…like…finding a hardware-independent, stable way to swap shared components among multiple threads and applications, some of which might be poorly behaved or trying to access memory that isn’t available to them.

And that, I maintain, is true of all technology. We have a tendency to be distracted by new challenges that seem to be more demanding than yesterday’s, when in fact they really aren’t. Working on a higher level, yes. Demanding greater levels of cognitive skill in their implementation and troubleshooting…no. If that were not true, it would be a sign that yesterday’s job was not successfully completed, and is still in need of a re-do.

5. Ritual of Collaboration

If there’s one singular defining characteristic of the Yang, it is a need to conceal the point-of-decision. In other words, their way of making important decisions requires the projection of an illusion that the decision has already been made, when in fact it has not been. The illusion comes from their taking active steps, visible by design, to fixate their names next to the decision; to associate it with their reputations. I want Obama to win, we just went to a Barbra Streisand concert, I’m a Boston Red Sox fan.

One tell-tale sign that gives them away, irreversibly, is for them to seek emotional confirmation and support that the decision is the correct one after they have used their individual identities to confirm that it was.

People who navigate the First Triad in proper sequence (fact, opinion, thing-to-do) have no need to do this. They have the facts, which are things that are known; they have the opinions, which are like digital picture images made up from the pixels which are the facts; there are the things to do (or not do) in service of a stated goal, and those things make sense in some way because of the opinions derived from the facts. For those mature thinkers, the time to collaborate with others is in gathering the facts and forming the opinions. The thing to do is decided by whoever owns the goal.

Once it’s done…collaboration is not only useless, but a trifle silly.

So the Yang make the outsiders, the non-owners, feel better because their methodology of decision-making defeats ownership. And people like to feel like they’re part of things, even if they rightfully shouldn’t be owning the decision. And, even if the decision has already in fact been made.

This magnetic pull on the general public toward putting the Yang in charge, is most powerful with matters that are in fact “owned” by the general public, or some membership standard that approaches that level of universality. Rock concerts, sporting events, and elections. With “decisions” like these, it seems fitting and natural that everyone should have a part in deciding it, that no one should be excluded.

What people tend to miss out on is that the need for fellowship, motivating people’s actions after the decision is supposed to have been made — it gives away a truth that those responsible, would just as soon forget. Simply put, the decision has not yet been made; and the passion of the participants, depends on the decision having not yet been made. If you don’t behave according to the facts as you’ve gathered them, then you have to be behaving according to established rules, and if the decision were already made then it would be a rule.

But the Yang make their decisions first and then seek emotional support from their peers afterward, which makes them more approachable…or creates the illusion that they are more approachable. If anyone wishes to doubt the tremendous pull that has on the rest of us, let them explain the avalanche of “girl videos” in which we are buried in this election year of 2008. Hillary Girl, Obama Girl and McCain Girl — have made their decisions about who’s worth supporting, and now seek emotional confirmation from the rest of us in those decisions:

(Via Hot Air, via Locomotive Breath.)

They’ve made their decisions by declaring which “side” they’re on. Yet they still seek the participation of others. It isn’t for consultation, it’s for affirmation. This makes them more inviting, by nature.

The deceit that takes place here, only partially by intention, is that they appear to be laboring toward giving power away by allowing invitees to actually decide things. In fact, they seek to suck power up from those invitees, since the important decisions have already been decided. Invitees are therefore invited to “participate,” perhaps do some hard-labor work or recruiting work, but to do little-or-nothing in the realm of actually deciding anything. This is a filtering that leaves intact all the obligations and burdens of ownership, while adroitly stripping out any authority that would be naturally associated.

6. Jealousy

Note DP Undead’s observations about open palm and closed fist…let’s repeat them one more time.

Open Palm is a philosophy that argues one should always give aid to someone, be in tune with nature, and to know and accept one’s place in this world. Closed Fist is a philosophy that teaches self-reliance, to control one’s surroundings, and to try and be ambitious.

Now, if you’re like me you’re thinking, Why would anyone have a problem with self-reliance and ambition? In the final analysis, there really is no good answer to that question. If you’re polarized as “Open Palm” and you believe you “should always give aid to someone,” this contempt for self-reliance makes even less sense because if you and I are facing a common disaster, and neither one of us have taken steps to be self-reliant, we end up in a trample-fest competing for finite resources. We each attempt to survive, at the expense of the other. If you’ve taken the trouble to achieve some measure of self-reliance — stockpiling things like a life raft, a generator, a four-wheel drive truck — you could help me out. Non-self-reliant people are not in a position to offer aid…at least…they usually aren’t.

Ah, but in all the things I’ve learned about people, minus what I was told when I was a child, Item #16 is apropos here:

16. People who are overly concerned about their emotions, don’t want anyone else to be overly concerned with thinking.

…as are Items #24 and #25…

24. People who imagine themselves as part of a group, with no individual identity, don’t want anyone else to have an individual identity either.
25. People who can’t solve problems because they don’t think rationally, work pretty hard to avoid acknowledging that someone else solved a problem.

7. Audible Confidence

This is not VOLUME. This is the tone you have to your voice when you’ve spent a lifetime “having the floor,” upon your request.

There is a certain futility involved in the egalitarian ideal of “making sure everyone has some say.” People like to think that’s self-enforcing, like waiting in line in a doughnut shop: It’s 5 a.m., the shop is open, there’s one cashier and five customers. People just naturally arrange into a queue. It’s a refreshing reminder of civilization.

Not so with taking turns having input in a group environment. The floor is yielded, easily, to those who simply expect the courtesy. You can hear it in their voices, that they expect it.

We tend to think of this as leadership. If it were leadership, though, the content of what’s said would have primary relevance as this priority scheme is worked out. That is not the case. There are reverberations, natural frequencies, pitches. Barack Obama has this kind of phony, auditory leadership. He begins to emit dulcet tones, and people “feel” like hearing what he has to say, before they know what it is (and with a rich track record, on his part, of talking a whole lot and saying very little). In truth, what they “feel” is a futility involved in trying to instigate a real dialog with him. You can tell by listening to him that he simply isn’t accustomed to it.

Another aspect to audible confidence is promptness. You have to speak up early, in order to be heard. Trouble with that is — the guy who investigates before speaking, is going to lose out every time to the guy who speaks before investigating. This is not always a disaster, and it’s not always counterproductive. As George Patton used to say, a good plan today beats a perfect plan tomorrow.

But on the whole, we do tend to have an unfortunate sense of what “evidence” looks like, when we’re looking for evidence of leadership. Audible and quick, tends to describe what most of us want to find. This is antithetical to understand what’s going on prior to settling on a course of action. And understanding what’s going on before settling on a course of action, is the very first requirement to solving complex, challenging problems, for the very first time.

8. Resource Reward

The Yang are far more receptive to re-distribution of wealth. The exploration of reasons for that, could drone on in a bulky thesis devoted to that subject and nothing else. We’ll not explore it in great detail here, but we can skim across the top and identify some key motivators. For starters, Yang are more sympathetic to re-distribution of wealth because they can afford to be that way. Think back on Pavlina’s “Open Palm” model; their world is already open, and re-distribution of wealth has everything to do, on a cosmetic level at least, with openness. Also, what concentrations of wealth are needed to do, tend to be efforts toward which the Yang aren’t terribly sympathetic.

President Obama's OpinionThere is an irony to this, though, because the Yang aren’t truly open. They excel at forming fellowships with people, of course; but a “fellowship” is meaningless if it extends membership to the universe, so for the fellowship to exist, some people have to be left out of it. This is unavoidable.

There is a spirit of egalitarianism where they congregate, but it isn’t borne out in reality. There are concentric circles involved. You might say, the moat the Yin have dug around their castle, hasn’t been entirely forsaken by the Yang, but used for other purposes. You see this in elementary, middle and high schools. People are on the “ins” and on the “outs.” There are events and methods people can use to hop over the fences, and when this happens, it’s a fairly rare occasion. There is difficulty involved in the fence-hopping and most poeple never do it — in one direction or the other.

Birds of a feather flock together. Our evolutionary history has made it so that we are accustomed to living in tribes. Once we gain control of resources, and the resources are in demand by persons inside and outside of our circles, we have a tendency to parcel the resources out to people inside the circle.

Being accustomed to interacting this way, the Yang are especially reliable in this. So the irony is, the egalitarianism is more credibly exercised by the Yin…and they aren’t trying to do it. You send a dirty joke through the e-mail to a Yin whom you haven’t contacted in awhile, and his response is going to be pretty much the same regardless of whether you were inside his circle or not. That’s a great joke or that’s a stupid joke; wonderful to hear from you; how’s the wife and kids?

With a Yang, your membership in his circle is going to determine the reaction far more than the content of the joke. If you’re in the fellowship, it’s an opportunity to reconnect, and you will so reconnect. If not — it’s — great joke. Got a call coming in. Keep in touch. Bye.

And so, those who work according to these concentric circles of trust, pour vast reserves of energy into making sure that resources are allocated to those who are inside the circles. It gets bad enough, often, that membership inside a circle comes to be thought of as a substitute for getting work done. Yes, it does. That seems like such a bad idea that nobody would step up and articulate the thought that maybe this is what we should do…no one would say that out loud. But the tendency is for this to become the way we behave. And this, in turn, tends to exacerbate the differential by which the Yang become more receptive to wealth distribution.

They become hostile to the idea that an individual should earn wealth, by independently getting work done. They become hostile to independence — even while relying on the fruits of someone who made the most of it. This is exactly what Howard Roark was talking about.

This inspires an echoing of something, at which I’ve hinted lately, regarding the Obama campaign. It doesn’t have quite so much to do with electing our next President, or electing someone who will “end the war,” or electing a black guy so we know everyone can grow up to be President. It’s not about that at all. It’s about a fellowship.

And a fellowship is meaningless if it doesn’t exclude someone. The circle is defined just as much…perhaps more…by what lies outside of it as compared to what lies within.

So our Obama people — whether they realize it or not — are really all about excluding people. They have to do this in order to give their fellowship meaning. What exactly they want to do with people outside the fellowship once their guy is sworn in, they themselves don’t seem to know exactly. But they certainly don’t want to give everyone a voice in what is going on.

Lies I Told My Three-Year-Old Recently

Friday, June 13th, 2008

My quest to find things worth reading that are in no way whatsoever related to him

continues

Trees talk to each other at night.

All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
:
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.

Our New Burge Rule

Friday, June 13th, 2008

Via Gerard, and mentioned by now, I’m quite sure, by several others: Common Pleas Judge says Ohio must change injection law.

A judge in Ohio says the state’s method of putting prisoners to death is unconstitutional because two of three drugs used in the lethal injection process can cause pain.

Lorain County Common Pleas Judge James Burge said Tuesday the state’s lethal injection procedure doesn’t provide the quick and painless death required by Ohio law.

Burge said Ohio must stop allowing a combination of drugs and focus instead on a single, anesthetic drug.

Occasionally, around these parts, we make fun of strutting martinets like this by introducing the possibility of an executive or legislator who desires to repeal the law of gravity. Imposing one’s dictatorial compulsions on technology seems almost as nuts as imposing it over laws of physics…so I’d be interested in this single-drug execution method.

You don’t have to indulge in extravagant delusions to infer this is really all about outlawing executions. It’s a very effective technique. Guillotine, hanging, etc…they’re already out of the question. And yet, I have not read of the lethal injection being evaluated as what it is — a humane alternative to those. Nor have I heard of anyone in a position of authority opining, as they’d surely have done by now if they upheld the public safety as a primary ideal, that with injection facing these various problems we should think about bringing back something else, like something previously banned in favor of injection. Firing squad, hanging, electric chair, gas chamber.

Nope, this isn’t about public safety or justice; it’s about promulgating phony feel-good liberalism.

A little bit of further research substantiates what I suspected right away. This decision wasn’t handed down because of any pain that was actually felt by anyone but because the idea popped into someone’s head that it might happen.

Lorain County Common Pleas Judge James Burge says Ohio must stop using a three-drug combination for executions and focus instead on a single, anesthetic drug. He based his decision on testimony from two anesthesiologists who said the last two drugs administered create the risk that the prisoner will experience pain. [emphasis mine]

The risk is enough to bring down a ruling saying ya gotta stop. Think on the implications of that.

The public safety has been jeopardized for reasons that deal with compassion and humanity. And — something else, because if compassion and humanity defined the primary motive, it would be quite reasonable to hold out for a Pedro Medina incident and then say “well that’s just gross, we can’t have that.” After it happens. Give me something to investigate, as soon as there’s investigating to be done…on that day give me a call. Meanwhile, strap ’em down and shoot ’em up.

That is not what was done here. Judge Burge conjured up some science fiction about a cocktail that hasn’t been invented — which is one objection I have, but let that go for now — and handed down a ruling that all others must be banned, because of a hypothesis. So we have a new “Burge Rule”: If someone somewhere merely suspects you might be inflicting pain, you have to stop, and you let people live whom the law has already determined live at the expense of the public safety and trust.

This is not what you do when you hand down humane rulings. This is what you do when you show an anxiety to do same. Publicly. When you’ve got something to prove. When you want to prove it superlatively. When you’re schmoozing after someone — saying, essentially, “no, wait, that isn’t compassionate enough for you? I can do better.”

This is outside of a judge’s job description. That should be good enough to overturn it. But on top of that, my personal reasons for despising this behavior, in my opinion, make good sense and others should put some thought into adopting those reasons as their own:

I have never had terribly warm fuzzy feelings for people who are in a great big hurry to prove how nice they are. Being nice, insofar as it continues to be an asset that will be helpful to people, is something you can just be. That may not be good enough for someone, but if that’s the case, it says a lot more about them than it does about you.

What of those wretched souls who keep trying and trying and finding more and more creative ways to showcase their niceness? Perhaps, among them, Judge Burge would be the first specimen I’ve met who’s really a nice guy. But I doubt it a lot. In my experience…they’re compensating for something. They have reasons to doubt how nice they are, and are working so hard to fool people into thinking something they themselves know is not true.

And I don’t think that trend will ever be spoiled. Selling the truth is easy. If you have to keep wailing away on it, it usually isn’t truth.

Speaking for myself, I think prioritizing the safety of our women and kids over the painless treatment of those who’ve been convicted of murdering them, in my opinion, would be very, very nice.

Update 6/14//08: Oh my, look what we have here, thanks to the sharp eye of Debbie Schlussel. It’s our good Judge James Burge himself! But shown dispensing his wisdom from behind his desk, from a different camera angle. Now I see where small-tee-tim the Godless Heathen’s comments were coming from (below)…

Explains quite a bit, doesn’t it?

Brings to mind something I said at the beginning of this month:

Twenty-first century American liberalism in a nutshell: That which builds or preserves must, at all costs, be destroyed; that which destroys must, at all costs, be preserved.

Imitation is the Sincerest Form XXII

Friday, June 13th, 2008

It has to do with the notion that we can get a better deal out of our industrialists by making it more expensive for them to deal with the rest of us.

Me, quoting me, on the fourteenth of March:

…there’s a prevailing viewpoint that the labor market has become soft for those seeking work; there’s a prevailing viewpoint that this is due to the “outsourcing of jobs” by “big companies”; and there’s a prevailing viewpoint that, to fix this, we need to elect someone who will raise taxes on those companies.

On Tuesday, I directed this concern toward the oil and gas companies. And I allowed myself some optimism that perhaps, just perhaps, our sanity might be recovered sometime this summer.

I mean, how much longer can this go on, where the man in the street is NOT yet saying “waitaminnit…duh…these ‘conservative’ guys, er, that’s a good point. You charge them evil awful oil guys more tax money and this somehow results in me paying a lower price at the pump, how does that work again??”

At some point, that question has to get answered. When enough people are asking about it.

I do not know if cartoonist Michael Ramirez of the Investor’s Business Daily reads my blog. I have always been inclined to presume that nobody, or hardly anybody, does. But then how else do you explain this gem which appeared on Wednesday (of which we learn by way of fellow Webloggin contributor Absurd Report)?

I’ve been robbed, but I’m not calling the police. I’m quite flattered.

Former President Carter, of all the deeply disturbed individuals of whom I’ve come to be aware, stands alone as the one that most deeply disturbs me. Consider the following:

We fired him.

His personality was just fine by us. After four years of his policies, we figured out the resulting wreckage was too high a price to pay for a toothy grin and appealing personality.

Upon being fired, Carter did not say (nor did any of his few remaining fans, to the best I can recall) you’ll be sorry you dirty rotten so-and-sos. Or…I respect your right to vote for the wrong guy and look forward to the day you finally see the error of your ways.

He hasn’t said anything like that since.

When he talks about how wonderful his policies are, he doesn’t; he simply drones on about how miserable other peoples’ policies are. He says we “need” to talk to our enemies but he doesn’t discuss what the benefits are of doing this. He just rambles on about how we should be doing it.

In other words — neither he, nor those who see things from his point of view, will belly up to the bar and proffer an argument that his policies are good. That they will serve our interests. And they certainly won’t proceed from there to explaining, in step by step fashion, exactly how and why these policies would result in the things we say we want.

He talks us into our destruction and he seems to intend to. He doesn’t admit this is what he’s all about — but he doesn’t put forth even some token, ritualistic steps toward pretending anything else.

And to the best I can see, everyone in our country who likes him, was born after he got fired.

But forget about Carter. From what I’ve observed, whenever he earns the title of “dignified elder statesman” by re-defining it to mean some old buzzard who can’t shut up — his topic is foreign policy. There may be some news somewhere of his signing on to this nonsense about “bring the gas prices down by taxing the snot out of the people who make it.” I wouldn’t be surprised. My knowledge base says, his visible support for this took place mostly when he was in charge. He serves here, not as just another loudmouthed pundit, but as something far more valuable — a historical anecdote.

This is an interesting discussion my girlfriend is having with her mother fairly often lately. Throughout most of recent history, America has had a Republican President and a democrat Congress. During that time, our economic performance has been disappointing much more often than it has been pleasing. How do we evaluate what’s going on when the economy disappoints, with a Republican President and a democrat Congress?

Our democrats like to point to this bill being passed and that bill being vetoed, and war, war, war. But there’s this budget being passed every single year. Through the line-item veto, the White House has sought to have some say in that thing, and been denied. This is not part of the executive power, the Supreme Court said. This would transgress on “separation of powers.”

Okay, so the government’s budget is not what the President does. So when the government’s budget pisses in it’s own boot…we look to Congress when it’s time to point fingers, right?

Congress also decides things that relate directly to gas prices. Like the above-mentioned taxes. And, of course, the drilling. No, no, no, no, no, says Congress! You can’t drill there! There’s some crapglobbler penguin that might be endangered, and then the knobchogging mango shrimp is gonna get an upset tummy from the derrick booms, and the this or that other silly thing is “pristine.” Can’t do it. Gotta keep buying barrels from Osama bin Laden. Alrighty then. Bush the frat boy President had six years to mess up our gas prices, and all of the tightening and ratcheting he was able to pull off, was up to somewhere around $2.50 a gallon. That’s a pretty lackluster job of trying to screw us over, George Bush the fratboy President.

No, to really unleash his potential and mess things up, he needed a Jimmy Carter Congress. Hello, four-dollar-a-gallon gas! Five-dollars, we’re coming! Shouldn’t be long! And it’s easy to explain why. Drilling and not drilling…supply and demand…taxes.

The Jimmy Carter Congress, as it is explained in Ramirez’ cartoon, wants to fix things again by doing things the way they’ve been doing them to bollux them all up. We’ll show you, you greedy sunzabitches, we’ll lay down a windfall profits tax.

Now that Ramirez has put my idea into pictorial form, I’m less inclined than ever before to back down from it. At some point the gas consumer has to ask the question I said he’d be asking. I save money…when you guys make it more expensive for people to sell the product to me…how?

And it’s going to be frustrating trying to get an answer. Because nobody, least of all the people backing that plan, is alleging that a lower per-gallon gas price is what is supposed to happen.

And among we who lived through Carter’s four-year winter, it’s understood that this is an assertion upon which we should insist, before the discussion proceeds any further.

While you’re waiting — have you signed Newt’s petition yet?

Hottest Ring

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Dick Durbin and Rachel Lucas are having a minor disagreement about who among us is bound for the hottest ring in hell.

Who’s the hottest ring in hell reserved for?

People who say mean things about Michelle Obama. No, really:

DICK DURBIN: Well, I know Michelle, she’s been my friend, a friend of my wife, for many, many years. She can take it. She can handle herself. She’s a very accomplished person. But I will tell you this: the hottest ring in hell is reserved for those in politics who attack their opponents’ families. And if there are some Republican strategists who think that’t the way to win the election, I think they’re wrong.

Huh. That’s an interesting moral structure, a fascinating window into the mind of someone who apparently misunderstands the concept of “if you go on the campaign trail and say campaign things, you’re gonna get criticized, dumbass.”

You know what I think about when I hear the phrase “hottest ring in hell”? Things like this:

The men who pulled up in three white pickup trucks were looking for Patson Chipiro, head of the Zimbabwean opposition party in Mhondoro district. His wife, Dadirai, told them he was in Harare but would be back later in the day, and the men departed.

An hour later they were back. They grabbed Mrs Chipiro and chopped off one of her hands and both her feet. Then they threw her into her hut, locked the door and threw a petrol bomb through the window.

Because, CALL ME CRAZY, just seems to me that it’s healthy to have some perspective. To maybe spend less time defending Michelle Obama’s tender widdle feewings and more time doing something about truly horrifying issues such as that genocidal psychopath Mugabe. Which by the way, no one is.

Yeah. That.

But I have another question: Why do prominent democrats like Durbin keep talking to dumbasses? By that I mean…his words seem very reasonable, if you have command of some of the information, but not of all of it. Like for example, if you know Michelle Obama’s been criticized by Republicans, but you don’t know about the nasty, vile stuff that has been coming out of her mouth, it would be understandable if you were inclined to pump your fist in the air and yell “Right on, Dick! You da man!”

But if you knew the whole story, you’d know why Rachel’s criticizing him.

This element always seems to be there in democrat speech-making — the lie-by-omission. It’s like, if it isn’t there, they go to some regular meeting and get paddled with a wooden spoon, or it’s their turn to clean the toilet with their toothbrush. Or something.

Who, paying attention to this election, thinks Michelle Obama is all sweetness and light and minding her own business when suddenly these awful Republicans have this nasty stuff to say about her? Who’s he talking to?

Eighty-One Percent

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

They’re holding polls on this stuff, you know…and there is negligible support for this whole “everything is pristine, you can’t drill anywhere, we just gotta important barrels from Osama bin Laden until we invent the perfect sunflower oil powered car engine” nonsense.

Negligible…as in…George Bush has a much higher approval rating than that.

Eighty-one percent of us say drill away. The caribou should learn to cope.

I’ve learned, throughout a lifetime, that a lot is made of it when the majority disagrees with me. Here is a case where the majority has smartened up a little.

New Poll: 81% of Americans Support Greater Use of Domestic Energy Resources

In pursuit of the immediate goal of energy security, clear majorities of Americans of every political and ideological stripe advocated the U.S. tap into its voluminous domestic energy resources, including the oil located off its coasts and in Alaska and the coal deep within its grounds. Clean coal was particularly popular and Americans urged the swift building of zero emissions coal plants.

H/T: Fellow Webloggin contributor Absurd Report.

Twenty Manliest Movies

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Don’t you love nitpicking lists like this one to death.

Being a man is brilliant. You get to fight, drive cars through explosions, shag birds, drink beer, and be an asshole. But what really make a man a man? Muscles? Sure. Blood, guts, and fisticuffs? It helps. A bit of nationalism? Of course. Wildly improbable baddies, snakes, the Mafia, guns, lots of guns, boxing, and rude words? All are welcome. But manly movies are the real cornerstone of our species – while women are reading Cosmo and buying shoes, us alpha males are out saving the universe with our shirts off. If you’ve started to realise that the music of Coldplay is beautiful and you’re thinking twice about buying that patchouli oil, then pin open your eyeballs and consume the movies on this list: it’ll guarantee any rogue homosomes in your DNA will be swiftly eradicated. However, women should be warned: the films on this list could kill you stone dead if viewed in a single sitting.

My, we’re having fun writing preambles aren’t we?

Well, before the nitpicking commences, get in line in back of me.
• Fight Club was a “wannabe” movie. Interesting spoiler, threaded through a incoherent story. No, it can’t be #1 and it probably shouldn’t even be on the list.
• Die Hard With a Vengeance is not a man movie. Die Hard #1, yes. And along those lines, Rocky IV is vastly inferior to the Original. Originals beat sequels. There are very few exceptions to this.
• No Raiders of the Lost Ark? You kiddin’?
• The Godfather is worth mentioning but the sequel is not? You don’t even know which one had Fredo saying his Hail Mary, do you?
Harvey. Because a real man dares to be different.
A Fine Madness. Which is, in all the ways that matter, a more adult-themed remake of Harvey.
True Grit.
Goldeneye is a more important Bond movie than Goldfinger, because when they started making it, James Bond was deader than a doornail and the world needed him back.
High Noon. Because you can’t appreciate real men if you don’t appreciate their purpose.
Old Yeller.
• Henry is just a generally messed-up psycho movie. A real man is not what Henry is. You might say being able to watch it is a sign of a real man…but a lot of people who’d like it aren’t real men, and a lot of real men, aren’t going to think highly of it. So that’s out. Off the list it goes.
• Hard Target? It sucked. If you want to acknowledge the contribution of the Muscles of Brussels, include Timecop or Kickboxer. Personally, I’d opt for the first of those two because it doesn’t take itself that seriously.
• Miami Vice? Couldn’t stay awake through it.
The Great Santini. Because it’s the ultimate lifelong (arguably, insurmountable) challenge for any real man to look at his Dad, take in what he likes, and leave the rest. And then kick the old man’s wrinkled ass in a game of one-on-one.
• What a snubbing for Mel. The Patriot; Mad Max; Braveheart; any one of a number of others.
The Cowboys.
Centennial (miniseries), by James Michener.
Shane.
The Ten Commandments.
Robin Hood, with Errol Flynn.

H/T: Miss Cellania.

Update 6/13/08: The brain being the chemically-charged battery that it is, and therefore subject to synapse-jumping from random sloshings (we’d have no need for blogs, or lists of any kind, were that not the case), this can always be worked-over a little bit more here & there.

Shenandoah.
Bad Day at Black Rock.
The Fountainhead.
Patton.
Steel Dawn; yes it’s stupid, but it’s fun. Road House too, for the same reasons.
The Graduate.
Somewhere in Time. Yes, it’s for the ladies. But it’s a funny thing about chick-flicks: They get better and better, and somewhere about the point where it becomes a sure thing your lady’s underwear is going to melt off by the closing credits, you have to put it in the guy-column. Hey, if there’s a tool in your chest that gets the job done all the time, or nearly that often, you hang onto it right? And being a man is all about having the good judgment to hang onto it, right? And gettin’ some? Okay then.
Idiocracy. Because when you’re done watching Somewhere in Time, you’ll want to see something stupid. And intelligent. The preceding two sentences make absolutely no sense to you if you don’t have a penis, and all the sense in the world if you do have one. That’s what’s so great about it.
Pale Rider.
The Great Escape. Nearly three hours without a good-lookin’ woman, and you don’t even notice. Now that is wonderful storytelling!
Same Time Next Year.
Outland (which is a metaphorical reconstruction of High Noon).
Full Metal Jacket.
Crocodile Dundee.
Harold and Maude.
The Mask of Zorro.
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.
The Little Big Man.
The Martian Child. Another parable with the same message as Harvey.
The Karate Kid. Yes, it’s cheesy and quaint now…but it’s got all the elements and it’s put together well. Give credit where due.
The King and I.
1776.
The Three Musketeers, Richard Lester’s that is…and the sequel.
Reservoir Dogs.
A Fish Called Wanda.
Rob Roy. What is it about Liam Neeson? The two most underrated sword fights of the twentieth century both belong to him. Except the one in Phantom Menace gets a fair hearing now and then, and a good gathering of grudging nods. See this if you haven’t yet. It’s got the Phantom Menace match-up, but m-u-c-h more realistic…no Jar Jar…cold hard steel…a bad guy you’ll really want to see given his come-uppins by then — I mean, you’d give things up for it. Trust me. And that final stroke will not disappoint. The rest of the movie drones on tastefully about what makes good men good men, and good women good women.
Robocop. I’ll buy that for a dollar!
The Long Ships. Ride that mare of steel.
Chinatown.
After Hours.
A Bridge Too Far. Forget Jurassic Park; this is Richard Attenborough’s fitting epitaph, when the time comes, right here. What amazing casting. Achievement of a lifetime.
Pulp Fiction.
Summer of ’42.
Total Recall. See you at the party!
Untouchables. The baseball bat scene alone qualifies it. And Sean Connery deserves to find his way into something here for all his contributions…feeling a little guilty about scrubbing Goldfinger. Best Actor in a Supporting Role to Sir Sean. You want to get Capone? You really want to get him? What’re you willing to do?
Demolition Man.
Shogun (miniseries), by James Clavell.
Eating Raoul.
Unforgiven.
Tremors.
• What the hell, let’s give Sir Sean another one. The Rock.
The Hunter, Steve McQueen’s last movie.
Running With Scissors. It’s well done and I like the message. Kind of an opposite of Harvey.
How To Murder Your Wife. She wasn’t naked, she had a diamond in her navel.
Escape From Alcatraz.
Speed.

Grim Start to Bike Week

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

I love this “do-this-do-that-week” stuff. It’s not just green commuting. It’s awareness months, it’s take-your-blank-to-work-day — all that stuff. Of course it’s about getting attention and not engaging any process that operates according to cause-and-effect. And that’s fine. But the people who promote these promotable events, get pretty lippy to the effect that it’s about engaging cause-and-effect. They get pugnacious and combative with anyone who dares to suggest otherwise.

But if it was cause-and-effect, and it was smart, there wouldn’t be a “week.” You’d do it all the time.

Nevertheless, a good argument can be made that there’s no harm in these things. That’s right, isn’t it? Even if my point stands about contrasting the getting of attention, against real human achievement — once we acknowledge that, it remains benign, right? I used to think so…I may have to reconsider now (H/T: Boortz).

One bicyclist was dead and another injured two days into a week promoting safe bicycle commuting in the Chicago area.

A white bicycle on the 900 block of North La Salle stood in tribute Tuesday to Clinton Miceli, the fifth bicyclist killed in a collision with a vehicle in Chicago this year.

Miceli, 22, was cycling in the bike lane on La Salle around 6:45 p.m. Monday when he slammed into an open SUV door, was thrown from his bike, then struck by a second car. The driver of the Nissan Xterra who opened the door into Miceli’s path was cited for opening a car door in traffic, police said.

A second rider collided with a CTA bus around 8:50 a.m. Tuesday at Broadway and Patterson in Lake View. That cyclist was taken to Advocate Illinois Masonic Medical Center in serious condition, a Fire Department spokesman said. The CTA driver was cited for failure to yield and suspended without pay, authorities said.

Like a lot of folks who are convinced the global warming thing and the carbon cap-and-trade thing are scams, I have a bike, I keep it in shape, and I ride mine more than most others ride theirs. Yes, you read that right. People who believe in the globular wormening climate-change ManBearPig, don’t ride bikes. They drive big fat cars, and they drive ’em everywhere. Oops, outta milk. The convenience store is 200 feet away, I’ll climb in the Lincoln Navigator.

Anyway, I digress.

I work pretty hard to avoid mingling with cars, if I can. Cars don’t see you. If you’re forced to do a move that depends on the car seeing you, for you to get through it alive, then what you’ve got to do is engage the driver’s attention through his windshield and get an acknowledging nod. And if you’re forced to do that — remember, you only have one shot at this stuff — it’s best just to go somewhere else.

Training is good. Most of us have been walked through this kind of thing in fifth grade or thereabouts, but very few of us have had occasion to practice it since those days. Classes, with reflective tape, bike lamps, vests, helmets, reflector mirrors.

I have an even more effective suggestion though: Don’t have “weeks” for this stuff. If we can come to an agreement that such events are about getting attention and not about actually fixing anything, I would hope we’d come to a consequent agreement that this isn’t what the environment needs, and it certainly isn’t what the climate change — yes, I’ll say it because it’s true — political movement needs. C’mon, get real. Everyone who’s paying it attention, not the sneering eyeball-rolling kind I have ready for it but rather the respectful attention it craves, is already paying it as much attention as they’re gonna.

And a “week” has a starting event. During which time, traffic, both cars and bikes, have to adapt to the intermingling. That means people who don’t know what they need to know, have to learn it the hard way. Clinton Miceli paid the ultimate price to make that happen. It’s no different from computer programming, you know — the screw-ups happen where one process hands the data off to another. Where things change. Where a buffer is flushed to disk and a bunch of counters are accordingly reset. If it’s something that’s just a perpetual thing, you don’t have this. And then, maybe this poor fella would still be around today.

And while I can appreciate that Mr. Miceli has emitted his last pound of carbon and thus saved the environment from his own portion of “human caused climate change,” somehow I don’t think that’s the way this is supposed to work. The climate change movement is not supposed to be a eugenics movement.

Unless maybe it is. Hmmm…human-inducted climate change…gotta save the planet…hmmm.

Mission accomplished?

Best Sentence XXX

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

That has nothing to do with porn, you horndogs, nor does it have to do with judges sentencing convicted people to things. It is the thirtieth Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) award, which is announced at highly irregular intervals whenever I feel like it.

And it unquestionably goes to John Stossel. Who, writing about one of his favorite subjects, entitlement programs, compresses this beauty almost down to bumper sticker dimensions:

Why are people who favor compulsion called humanitarians, while those who favor freedom are stigmatized as greedy?

John McCain, there’s a Reagan/84 landslide victory waiting for you if you’ve got the balls to talk that sucker up.

Update: No, actually, Stossel needs to split that with this gem that rolled in from commenter Bill, regarding one of yesterday’s posts, in the very moment in which I was editing this one.

If fear were on a spectrum line, from “no fear” to “can’t leave the house”, you’d find the correlation between conservative and liberal matches quite well.

Of course — it’s slightly more complicated than that. Liberalness, personality-wise, is the big phalanx of “cool” girls you knew in high school, which consisted of a ring-leader and then a bunch of lackeys. This applies to the lackeys, but the face of any liberal movement is always the ringleader. But there are character defects that apply to all of them. Even the ringleader, separated from her group, loses her chakra. Can’t hold a conversation with anyone, can’t solve problems that require cognitive aptitude or stamina, can’t stand up for anything and can’t really do much of anything. But she can certainly leave the house.

Bill Clinton can leave the house. Barack Obama can leave the house. It’s said Bill Clinton couldn’t figure out how to work a blender, and Barack thinks we have 57 states.

I think commenter Bill’s observation would hold mostly true. The ring-leader is selected as the least-fearful individual out of the fearful. They cope with life, by carving these little human idols…which then emanate these signals about what to say, what to think, and what to do. And then, like the lackeys from high school, they do it.

It’s so easy. No decision made, is ever wrong; and if it is, it never was really theirs.

72 Virgins Dating Service

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

H/T: The Sudden Curve.

Ten Worst Male Products Ever Created

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Wrong!These go in the file folder marked “To Be Opened When Someone Says We’re Living In A Man’s World And Is Ready To Argue About It”.

I can deal with a chest toupee, but some of these things that were headed for the patent office a century and some change ago…the ones that deal with the nether regions, y’know? Know where I’m going with this?

Makes me wonder how & why we’re still here. Seriously. Ladies…you want to bitch away about earrings and high heels? Study up here first.

H/T: Ace.

D’JEver Notice? VI

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Me quoting me, on March 21st:

The liberal has a proposal. He looks around and sees that we are living in an antagonistic relationship with each other; his proposed idea would put us into a symbiotic one. You spew carbon and are therefore killing the planet. You are keeping the money you make and are denying it to “needed social programs.” You aren’t paying enough tax on your income; your purchases; your gasoline; your tolls. You are killing the Iraqis. You are poisoning the caribou. The oil companies, in turn, are poisoning you. And if you have a gun, it’s just a matter of time before you shoot me with it.

The conservatives are putting out the message that we are already living in a symbiotic relationship. I breathe out and I spew my carbon, it’s a wonderful thing because the trees and plants need the carbon for photosynthesis. Notice that science, on this point, sides with the conservatives. The oil companies supply the gasoline I need to get to work, earn my money and live my life. Hard facts and evidence, here again, side with the conservatives. Furthermore, if the taxes are raised we’re just going to buy less stuff…and if the taxes are raised on the oil companies, they’ll just pass that on to the consumer. Once again: Economic science and historical evidence side with the conservatives.

The liberal says, enact my proposal and we’ll enter into a symbiotic relationship. Next week, the liberal will have another proposal, and offer the same pitch — he won’t admit the last proposal failed to get us into this symbiotic relationship. He won’t offer to roll back this previous failed proposal. To our discredit, nobody will call on him to do so…

The conservative says we’re already in the symbiotic relationship. You are good for me. I am good for you. We can all go on doing exactly what we’re doing. The only thing we should really change is to get those damn liberals to stop voting.

Phil Bond of Elk Grove, writing a letter to the Sacramento Bee which appeared this morning:

This fall, voters can choose whether our goals in the Mideast are better served by keeping our troops in Iraq or withdrawing them. But more important, we can choose whether we want four more years of a failed Republican economy, or whether we want Democrats to reverse its course.

Is our economy better or worse than it was seven years ago? Most would say worse. Crude oil futures, for example, are now more than four times higher than they were at the beginning of the Iraq war (2003).

The Republican economy is marked by the following mistaken beliefs:
• War is good.
• Wealth trickles down.
• The free market will take care of itself.
• Business regulation is bad.
• Consumer protection is unnecessary.
• The wealthy deserve tax relief.
• Health care is for those who can afford it.
• The working men and women of America are chumps.

With a Democrat in the White House, and with a filibuster-proof Democratic majority in Congress, our economy can turn around. We can go from our current record national debt to a more manageable deficit, or maybe even a modest surplus.

The failed Republican economy must be replaced by one that works for all of us. [emphasis mine]

Must be a bitch when Howard Dean’s checks don’t clear, huh Phil? I notice you left the relevant question unasked: When did our economy do a better job of sucking, between seven and two years ago, or between two years ago and now? I mean, that just bubbles up to the top of my cranium when I hear things like “democrat in the White House…filibuster-proof democrat majority in Congress.”

Dude. Gas is up to over four a gallon, plus a good deal more in some parts. You’re making me think of…like…seven eight nine ten. A permanent ceramic plate riveted in place over the 48 states to keep anyone from drilling anywhere, a hundred and ten percent profit tax on anyone who thinks of making any money off oil, and a carbon sin tax to help regulate us little peons into the “correct” behavior.

Is that not the way it works with democrats in charge? If not, then when does this wonderful Nancy Pelosi Marc Foley Congress bring down the gas bill? Ah yes…they aren’t running enough stuff yet. That’s why they suck so much. We need to let them make more bad decisions, then everything will be all wonderful.

Ah, but those words I’ve put in bold, are the ones I think deserve special emphasis: Works for all of us. ALL of us. I’m thinking back on that symbiotic relationship, the one believed-in only by our conservatives…or our conservatives and our moderates, rather.

Our liberals don’t believe in it.

Phil Bond just got done bashing big huge chunks of this “all of us.” The “wealthy,” “those who can afford” health care, Republicans who’ve been running this “failed economy” (especially after the democrats got in to help them run it, which is when it really seems to me to have gone in the crapper, but anyway…). Big oil companies, Republicans, wealthy people — they all need to be taken down a peg in this economy that “works for all of us.” I’m having an Inigo Montoya moment with Mr. Bond on this “all of us” thing. I do not think it means what he thinks it means.

Me quoting me, commenting on Rick’s blog (hours before I learned of Phil Bond’s screed in the letters section):

When liberals use the word “everyone” they never mean it. If [the] roar of a motorcycle or boat engine is music to your ears, and your interest is captured when you hear about a new barbeque sauce recipe, you probably don’t exist to them.

In spite of that clear difference — conservatives think we’re already living in a symbiotic relationship, liberals don’t — it still flummoxes and bedazzles me that the liberals I know, who are approachable and genuinely willing to debate things in good faith do see symbiosis as a noble ideal. These, I think, are the good-hearted people being bamboozled by the career politicians and public-relations hacks.

Your democrat-voting guy-in-the-street, so far as I can tell, wants everybody to live in harmony, with common interests.

But he’s everlastingly married to the idea that it simply can’t happen. He says a lot of words to the effect that he’ll always believe it’s possible no matter how discouraging things get. But his actions are the exact opposite. He continues to be shown, year after year, that we are living in a symbiotic relationship with each other — business owners and employees, men and women, blacks and whites, oil providers and oil consumers.

And he refuses to see it. He’ll pick a solution to our problems, either through multiple-choice, cheer-this-guy-boo-that-guy — or, he’ll put a solution into his own words. Through it all, there’s always a whole class of bad people, who need to be bashed.

Very often, how this helps someone is left unstated — the stated part, is what injures someone else. We’re going to regulate and tax those oil companies………yeah? And? Well, that’ll be good for everyone else. Don’t ask me why. You shouldn’t wonder. It should just be assumed.

He’ll insist this is in service of a society, or economy, or brand new zeitgeist, that will serve the interests of “all of us.” But all doesn’t mean all. It means the opposite. Logical opposite, not numeric opposite — not “none of us.” I mean, “not all.” The guarantee is that there will be a defined subclass of persons who, by design, are injured. It is an exclusive club of people who are serviced by this new economy; there are membership restrictions involved. THAT is what they mean by “all.”

Not Trying to Pick on the Gals…

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

…just really working hard to scour up things that are interesting and still avoid any mention of…you know…that guy.

He’s been talked-about much as of late, and there’s really not very much to him at all. Including his prospects. If we feel more than we think, he’ll win, and if we think more than we feel, he’ll lose. No way to predict which one it is. He talks much, says little, and whether or not he’ll be any good for the country is pretty much a done-deal.

I’m quite worn out from thinking about him.

Ellsworth Toohey: Mr. Roark, we’re alone here. Why don’t you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us.

Howard Roark: But I don’t think of you.

One Ring, To Rule Them All

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

He hasn’t gotten her a ring yet

Does my boyfriend owe me a ring?

Dear Bossy: I’m wondering if you can help me. My partner and I have been together 4.5 years. Within two months, we were engaged. I was 24 and he was almost 22. I still am waiting for an engagement ring.
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It has been quite a painful experience as I have watched many of my friends get engaged, be given a ring, get married and have babies whilst I still wait for my engagement ring. I finally decided to do something about this situation and with his blessings (he was away for two weeks), went engagement ring shopping with a girlfriend. Of course I found The Ring and totally fell in love with it that night and put it on layby for 6 months. It totalled $6,500 which I kind of felt was justified seeing how long I had waited for this ring.

I thought the whole thing was made-up until I got to…

Truth be told, we have had financial issues throughout this 4 year period. However, he has never put aside any money for a ring and is only considering buying me one now because I have said that I want to get married next year.

This comes right after a meandering story about how she went “ring shopping” and found something perfect that costs $6,000, and found out after the fact he’s only wanting to spend about half that.

I have to drop my skepticism at that point. I’m obliged. I’ve lived through this…finances ruined because someone has the attitude “if you get it and you pay for it and it didn’t cost enough to be painful, something is terribly wrong.” It’s the number one financial mistake made by our young people.

“Bossy” launched into an answer I thought was pretty sensible:

Gosh there’s a lot of tit-for-tat in relationships these days. For those not familiar with old-fangled language, tit-for-tat means seeking repayment for one type of injury with another. You see a lot of it in schoolyards. “You won’t give me a lolly so I won’t be your friend.” Or the adult version: “You won’t buy me a ring, so I won’t marry you.”

I can understand you wanting a ring. Rings are symbolic. And sentimental. You want something beautiful you can look at that symbolises your love. What I find incomprehensible is that you have agreed to marry your boyfriend and yet you are prepared NOT to marry him because he won’t provide you with a piece of jewellery of the right value. It’s ridiculous.

Two big lessons are being missed here. One — the lady of a castle is royalty within that castle and must see herself as such. If she labors toward the financial destruction of the castle, the castle will not stand and she’s not going to come out of the deal too happy & whole either.

Very common problem. Some of our girls fancy themselves to be “liberated” and then once they latch onto a guy, don’t behave that way. There’s this attitude of money being his; it usually follows a request that he spend it a certain way, at which time, for whatever reason, he declines. Okay then, buster. If I can’t say how this is spent, then it must not be mine, and if it doesn’t belong to me then it damn well isn’t going to belong to anyone else either.

From that point onward, if the bills are all paid and there’s still fifty bucks left in the bank account…why, that’s untenable. Something’s been left unfinished. Need to fix that.

The second things is closely related to the first; it’s causative of it. It’s the notion that just because an emotion is understandable, it must be acted-upon. It must manifest a thirst that will be fatal if it goes unslaked. In this case, the reverse is true. If the household winds through year after year and decade after decade never having any money left over, then everyone who lives in that household will be injured.

Emotions can be quite understandable, and yet, we’re all still better off if they’re just ignored. Especially when it comes to fighting over jewelry.

How many things do people buy that cost six large? The television set will give you everything you want if you pay a third to a quarter of that…and that leaves…the house and the car. Isn’t that ridiculous. Your three big ticket items are the roof that protects you from the elements, the car that shuttles your ass around……….and a rock that does nothing.

DeBeers, when archeologists and anthropologists form their theories about what destroyed our civilization thousands of years from now, your name is going to pop up high on the list.

Attention Ladies: During Sex, Do NOT Call Your Boyfriend

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Especially if he has a history of criminal violence:

Toni Milton, 38, mistakenly dialled Neil O’Brien’s number on her mobile phone while she was making love to her ex-boyfriend, a court heard.

O’Brien, 41, said the sound of his girlfriend sleeping with another man caused him to flip out. He drove to her house and stamped on her face so hard he left a shoeprint, Leicester crown court heard.

He was jailed for 15 months after a judge said even the “unusual circumstances” of the incident would not save him from prison.
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The court heard the couple had been together for six months, but the relationship had hit a rocky patch. When O’Brien went to stay with his parents in Exhall, Coventry, Miss Milton invited an ex-boyfriend to her home in Barwell, Leicestershire.

Mr. O’Brien has prior convictions for violence and “grievous bodily harm.”

The story itself is less interesting than some of the comments on FARK. There arises, in particular, a certain mindset of the variety of…how shall I say it…

“Okay look, what she did is wrong and I am not trying to justify it, don’t you dare try to insinuate that I am, but he really, really, really should not have done that.”

These people are confused about the meaning of “should not have.” They’re trying to communicate a thought that the English language will not afford them the means to communicate — because if you were to slide a questionnaire under their nose and it said “Question 1 — she should not have done that, true or false” they’d pick True. And don’t you dare insinuate that they wouldn’t.

So the ideas that find words upon which to hang, assert the a) She should not have done what she did and b) he should not have done what he did. The logical conclusion to draw from this is that these were equivalent transgressions.

This, obviously, is a complete opposite of what these “He should not have done that” types are trying to say. Clearly, there are two tiers of “should not have” at work here. They are suffering from language-inspired cognitive dissonance.

And I further infer that these people are not living in a land of reality, because their more excoriating level of “should not have” is antithetical to common sense cause-and-effect. If I hold a bowling ball chest high and let go of it, it should crash to the ground — and if I say it “should not have” I’m going to be a certain brand of dimwit. I think all rational persons would agree to that. Similarly, if a woman has a boyfriend with a history of assault convictions, has some kind of a tiff with him, separates, sexes up some other ex-dude and then calls up the violent supposedly-current dude on her cell phone in the middle of carnal acrobatics…it’s lunacy to promote some expectation that nothing will happen.

Cunning PlanIn other words, they’re imposing an expectation of civilized behavior, upon someone who has no history of showing it. In so doing, they are, in fact, excusing her and if they don’t realize this, it really doesn’t matter. Once the boyfriend shows a proclivity for thuggish behavior, he ceases to be civilized. Once he ceases to be civilized, he becomes essentially a force of nature. A wild bear, or a puddle of gasoline. To lapse into addle-minded automaton condemnations of his predictable behavior, is to pronounce she should have an ability to hold a match to that puddle of gasoline without consequence.

Oh, and the bit about dropping the phone and having it land on redial — sorry, not buying it. You can parade all the cell phone models past my nose you care to, and intone to me with righteous indignation “yeah, you drop this thing it hits redial all the time!” all you want.

She was gettin’ boned, and she wanted her stud to know all about it. She pulled a Nicole Simpson. Furthermore, there’s no reason whatsoever to doubt that she picked the thuggish stud in the first place, because he was a thug. Turned on by the “bad boy.” This is why the “he should not have done it” stuff turns me off. If I was a gambling man, I’d bet some serious money he got picked in the first place because “should not” doesn’t apply to his kind. It doesn’t even begin.

She harnessed a dangerous, overly-masculine energy, and sought to control it and toy with it for her amusement. It’s very common. Kind of a female version of asking your brother bubba to hold your beer, and yelling “watch this!” What happens next is seldom good. At that point, you’re wrestling not with a civilized consciousness quite so much as with forces of physics and nature. And it’s by choice.

Having said that — yeah. Fifteen months sounds about right. No big miscarriage of justice here, on either side. She got a big surprise that comes from natural-consequence cause-and-effect, kind of like the kid who sees a bear cub in an open field and adopts it as a pet. Or the guy who takes a whiz on an electric fence. He inflicted assault and got a jail term. Although I think three years would have been a little bit closer to the mark. But, whatever.

Hurry Up You Hoosier Bastards

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

The eleven most badass last words ever uttered.

I kind of liked this one…

I’ll be in hell before you start breakfast! Let her rip!

Last Words Of: Tom “Black Jack” Ketchum, convicted murderer

Tom Ketchum was a thief, a murderer and worst of all a “morning person.” It’s why he had such tremendous verve despite his hanging being so early in the day. No executioner should be subjected to racket like this before their coffee has kicked in.

It’s probably why Ketchum was “accidentally” afforded some additional slack in the line which caused him to be decapitated when he dropped through the gallows. Ooopsie.

I think that happened quite a lot back in the day. Not much point to making a diary entry about it, after all. I mean — what’re you gonna do when it happens? Point at the noggin rolling around on the ground and yell “Ooh! Faux pax!”

Carbon Trading Doesn’t Work

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Duh.

Carbon offsets — and emissions-trading schemes, their industrial-scale siblings — are the environmental version of subprime mortgages. They both started from some admirable premises. Developing countries like China and India need to be recruited into the fight against greenhouse gases. And markets are a better mechanism for change than command and control. But when those big ideas collide with the real world, the result is hand-waving at best, outright scams at worst. Moreover, they give the illusion that something constructive is being done.

A few fun facts: All the so-called clean development mechanisms authorized by the Kyoto Protocol, designed to keep 175 million tons of CO2 out of the atmosphere by 2012, will slow the rise of carbon emissions by … 6.5 days. (That’s according to Roger Pielke at the University of Colorado.) Depressed yet? Kyoto also forces companies in developed countries to pay China for destroying HFC-23 gas, even though Western manufacturers have been scrubbing this industrial byproduct for years without compensation. And where’s the guarantee that the tree planted in Bolivia to offset $10 worth of air travel, for instance, won’t be chopped down long before it absorbs the requisite carbon?

I wish I could go forward in time, to after we’ve gotten tired of this whole thing and people start to say to each other “how was this supposed to work, anyway?” and someone tries to answer.

You drive a big truck to work, I ride my bike…you don’t pay me to ride my bike, so the planet’s in danger…you start giving me some cash, planet saved. Huh. So the question stands. And it will stand. All those who are cheerleading this thing today, and will be stammering for an answer tomorrow, better start cooking one up right about now. Make it good.

H/T: Pajamas.

Kos Hates the Microsoft Spellchecker

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Via Weaselzippers.

Psst, Microsoft? “Obama” is not a misspelling. And suggesting “Osama” is bad form.

Moulitsas’ ranting can be found here.

Speaking of…that guy whose name we’re trying like the dickens not to mention…

It’s interesting that Kos is offended in the exact opposite direction by the end of the Tuesday Midday Open Thread.

Given the dearth of diversity at the Washington Post editorial page, it’s offensive that one of the few women on their pages is this one.

That would be Anne Applebaum, being dutifully taken apart by liberal blog, Sadly, No! Her crime? Asking the question that is the moonbats’ favorite rhetorical this year — is there racism behind every otherwise legitimate complaint about our Messiah? — but pointing it in the wrong direction.

Fred Hiatt’s Concubine Speaks. You Listen.

Republicans have started wracking their brains for clever ways to say, without appearing racist, that Obama’s skin color is a reason not to vote for him. Not so long ago we had Tony Blankley saying that not voting for someone because of their skin color wasn’t bigotry or racism, it was “demographic consciousness.” Now the loathsome Anne Applebaum, a distinguished member of the WaPo editorial board, hits it out of the park with this column where she argues that people shouldn’t vote for Obama because some foreigners are racist.

Permit me a bunny trail here.

Anne Applebaum never said people shouldn’t vote for Obama…not for any reason. Not within this column, in any case. She lays on the accusation good and thick, and carves even-handedly with a double-edged sword insofar as what the political consequences overseas from an Obama presidency; she’s silent on what we ought to do about that.

But — she has accused people of being racists, who aren’t Americans. Kos and Sadly have decided the R-word is to be thrown around this year only to make Obama the next President, and for no other reason, and so they start throwing it at her. Interesting.

This engine which drags us, like a tugboat dragging an aircraft carrier, toward voting for the least qualified candidate by calling us racists if we dare show an ounce of skepticism — it’s an interesting construct, that engine is. It’s a powerful little beast, but it runs hot. Applebaum’s column could be interpreted, reasonably, as an exhortation to vote for Obama because once he gets in we’ll show those racist Europeans that change is in the air and there’s no stopping it. But the hot-running engine chugs away, burning itself out, as all the finger-wagglers start waggling their fingers at each other, feeding on their own.

It brings to mind a comment I made here & there about the supposedly-upcoming Wonder Woman movie. The dormant status of the picture, now, is a direct result of “creative differences” that emerged when it was a moving, vibrant project that enjoyed funding and talent. My idea is, therefore, that the movie will not be made any time soon and probably cannot be made in our current eon. Simply re-designing Wonder Woman’s uniform, let alone re-thinking the more complicated components — what powers does she have, anyway, and are we going to get rid of that invisible jet? — elicits accusations of sexism in all directions, for whatever reason. Another powerful engine running hot, burning itself out before it accomplishes anything.

The real tragedy, of course, is that this creates an environment in which it’s exceedingly difficult for anything to be done except by one of those dreaded white guys. Someone of a designated minority group achieves a position of prominence, and likelihood for better things…and behind him arises a battalion of nanny-do-gooders screeching away, essentially, “Do Everything My Way Or Else You’re A –Ist!” And before anything gets done, they turn on themselves. We saw it with Hillary: You’re a sexist if you point out she’s crying, and you’re a sexist if you tell people it doesn’t matter.

So. Now you’re a racist if you don’t have the word “Obama” loaded into your spellchecker. (I added it to mine weeks ago, so my test with Microsoft Word didn’t get anywhere.)

I think the lesson here is that accusing people of things is a great way to stop something, but a lousy way to keep it going. If you want to get something done, and you’re working with other people to get it done, sooner or later you’re going to have to resign yourself to the idea that some things aren’t going to be done your way. Obama is very promising as a candidate for our next President — even now, you’d be nuts to bet anything against him — but there’s a powerful argument for calling the whole thing for McCain right this very minute. When his own supporters can be counted on to call each other racists any time they disagree on how this-or-that should be done, it becomes a lot like the Wonder Woman movie. A cancellation “due to creative differences” becomes not only easy, but inevitable.

Oh well. Better that kind of stalling-out and seizing-up happen to the Obama candidacy, than to the entire nation.

Now excuse me. I’m going to go run my spellchecker. If you want to accuse me of something, please be gentle.