Saturday, December 31, 2005

Images of New Mexico


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The Brazos Cliffs, from US 64 near Amarilla, looking north. The Brazos Cliffs are composed of 1.8 billion-year-old granite, formed about the same time as the Blanca Massif, the Wet Mountains and the Front Range of Colorado.

Previously, in the archives:
Shiprock (I)
Very Large Array near Soccorro, NM (II)
Flightline, Cannon AFB (III)
Taos Church (San Francisco de Asis) (IV)
US 84 Roadside (V)
Valley of Fires (VI)

Nearly Gone

2005. The general consensus, from most of the folks I read is "good riddance." Me? I'm ambivalent. 2005, while not bringing anything I would call "good," didn't drop anything particularly nasty on my doorstep, either. And at my age, that's a good thing.

I've run across a few interesting predictions for the New Year in my 'net travels. Here are two of the best...

NRO's 2006 Predictions A few of my favorites:

Abu Zarqawi will be caught alive. But he will hang himself in his cell when Reuters reports that Iraqi authorities found the director's cut of Brokeback Mountain in his portable DVD player.

Maureen Dowd becomes an eharmony.com success-story commercial.

Air America will finally go under, ironically undermined by "competition" from the taxpayer-supported NPR that they vigorously support. Distraught listeners in search of liberal viewpoints will be forced to turn to CBS, ABC, NBC, CNN, The New York Times, etc...

The California branch of the American Civil Liberties Union makes a shocking discovery: Los Angeles, Santa Cruz, and San Francisco have Spanish names meaning "The Angels," "Holy Cross," and "St. Francis." It sues to rename them "The Angles," "Cruising," and "Frank."
And The Anchoress has predictions, too. My fave:

5) Some people will look at New Orleans, Detroit, Philadelphia and other cities wherein liberalism has become entrenched, and they will discover that the Great Society has done little good for poor urban communities, in all these decades. They will begin to suggest that the Democrat party has for too long held too much power within those communities while giving them nothing but lip service and paranoid suggestions. As some black Democrats become Republicans, Wolf Blitzer will wonder how they can leave the party in good conscience, when they are “so poor and so black.” Morgan Freeman, having finally had enough, will smack him silly.
I definitely wanna see it when Blitzer gets bitch-slapped. My favorite Blitzer moment of all-time was during the 2004 election eve coverage when CNN initially predicted Florida would go for Bush. I swear to Gaia I thought Blitzer was going to burst into tears. The man was distraught!

All y'all have a SAFE and Happy New Years Eve!

Q: How do you pay homage to a towering musical genius?

A: With a bra that can play Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

From the Times of London (UK):

GOOD news in time for Mozart’s 250th birthday next month: listening to his music, according to the latest research, boosts IQ, squeezes more milk out of cows and makes rats more loveable.

Judging by the frenzied commerce in the narrow streets of his birthplace, Salzburg, it also makes the cash tills ring.

Austria is gearing up for a year-long celebration of its best-known composer. With 500 events planned for 2006, it hopes to use Mozart to rebrand itself as a serious European player, the place where the big issues of European identity can be hammered out.
At the risk of identifying myself as a classical music tyro, Mozart is my favorite classical composer. Although I don't think his music has made me any smarter, it certainly has given me hours of enjoyment. Austria's Mozart Year will feature a tremendous amount of his music:

“It will be an artistic feast,” says Inge Brodil, a former set designer who is helping to co-ordinate the programme for the Mozart Year. Salzburg alone will host 260 concerts and 55 masses. “For the first time, all 22 of Mozart’s operas will be staged,” Frau Brodil says.
Some quick Wolfie facts:

Born in Salzburg on January 27, 1756

Educated by Leopold, his father, a professional musician

First musical piece written aged 5; first stage work aged 11

Mozart spent a third of his life on tour

He is said to have suffered from Tourette’s syndrome, a disorder compelling him to repeat obscene words

The Abduction from the Seraglio, written when he was 26, was Mozart’s most successful musical work during his lifetime

He died on December 5, 1791, from a fever
An amazing man with an amazing body of work for someone who died just before his 36th birthday.

Friday, December 30, 2005

A Few Follow-Ups to that WaPo CIA Article

Time for the President to call their bluff, by Tony Snow (via PowerLine)
... the president ought to open his State of the Union Address by asking Congress to give him official authority to approve warrantless searches of known and identified terrorists, or of people in regular contact with those terrorists whom authorities reasonably suspect of plotting to commit acts of murder, terror or sabotage. These activities ought to be subject to monthly review by the attorney general. The administration also ought to be required each month to brief the top four congressional leaders, both intelligence committees and the head of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court.

...

Note who has not spoken against the NSA program since the Times story broke. The list includes Harry Reid and Dick Durbin in the Senate; Nancy Pelosi and Steny Hoyer in the House; and members of both intelligence committees. In other words, Democrats in the know either have supported the surveillance program or just kept their mouths shut.
Ooh, it's good.

A complete fisking of Ms. Priest's WaPo article at Blackfive.

And, in the counter-point department ("Jane, You ignorant slut!") Maha rants (among other things) about how it will be easy to try Dubya at the International Criminal Court in the Hague. Too bad the US never ratified that treaty. Well...too bad for Maha, good beyond belief for the rest of us. I'll bet Tony Blair wishes the UK had opted out of the ICC, too.

And finally, Scott Ott gets it right, as usual.

In Today's WaPo and NYT

Front page of the WaPo: Covert CIA Program Withstands New Furor; Anti-Terror Effort Continues to Grow. Buried near the very bottom of the article are the following grafs:
Attacking the CIA is common when covert programs are exposed and controversial, said Gerald Haines, a former CIA historian who is a scholar in residence at the University of Virginia. "It seems to me the agency is taking the brunt of all the recent criticism."

Duane R. "Dewey" Clarridge, who directed the CIA's covert efforts to support the Nicaraguan contras in the 1980s, said the nature of CIA work overseas is, and should be, risky and sometimes ugly. "You have a spy agency because the spy agency is going to break laws overseas. If you don't want it to do those dastardly things, don't have it. You can have the State Department."
All too true. I'm old enough to remember the dark days of the late 70s and early 80s when the CIA was essentially gutted. We're paying the price today for that over-reaction. Let's hope the Left's current faux outrage over "spy scandals" doesn't result in similar counter-productive investigations, legislation, and the resulting exodus of intelligence professionals from the CIA and like organizations.

E. J. Dionne, in What Readers Taught Me:
Ah, yes, the president and his people have a lot of enemies out there, but his friends are just as exercised. A reader from San Diego offered a view that was repeated in many forms: "Most liberals and some Democrats hate this president and will do anything to bring him down, including siding with terrorists against the president."

And here is where I start worrying about our national mood. I don't mind being assailed myself -- even by a theologically minded reader who called me a "badly catechized Catholic." (Blame me, not the nuns and priests who taught me!) But when big chunks of the country begin to view their political adversaries as something close to traitors, we have arrived at a very dangerous time. For this badly catechized Catholic, it's a reason to pray hard for something better next year.
On the whole, not a bad column. I would suggest to Mr. Dionne if he has any influence at all in Washington, he direct the comments in his last two sentences towards people who make statements such as "the war is unwinnable" and "our troops are terrorizing Iraqi families" (both quotes paraphrased). Perhaps if the usual suspects toned down their rhetoric we on the right wouldn't "view (our) political adversaries as something close to traitors." Honest disagreement with, and debate on, policy issues are completely different than providing aid and comfort to the enemy, ya know. Just sayin'.

In yesterday's NYT: In Pursuit of Unhappiness, by Darrin M. McMahon. Excerpt:
Sociologists like to point out that the percentage of those describing themselves as "happy" or "very happy" has remained virtually unchanged in Europe and the United States since such surveys were first conducted in the 1950's. And yet, this January, like last year and next, the self-help industry will pour forth books promising to make us happier than we are today. The very demand for such books is a strong indication that they aren't working.

Should that be a cause for concern? Some critics say it is. For example, economists like Lord Richard Layard and Daniel Kahneman have argued that the apparent stagnancy of happiness in modern societies should prompt policymakers to shift their priorities from the creation of wealth to the creation of good feelings, from boosting gross national product to increasing gross national happiness.

But before we take such steps, we might do well to reflect on the darker side of holiday cheer: those mysterious blues that are apt to set in while the streamers stream and the corks pop; the little voice that even in the best of souls is sometimes moved to say, "Bah, humbug." As Carlyle put it, "The prophets preach to us, 'Thou shalt be happy; thou shalt love pleasant things.' " But as he well knew, the very commandment tended to undermine its fulfillment, even to make us sad.
I'd like to see a survey delineating "happiness" by political affiliation. I'd venture a guess that conservatives are a helluva lot happier than liberals. Not for nothing are entire liberal communities known as "The Perpetually Offended."

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Out and About

This week is arguably the slowest week of the year for news. The Beltway folks are at home with their families and constituents; the pundits lack fodder for their columns and opinion pieces when the players aren't playing.

That said, there's still some stuff out there worthy of a read. Newsweek has a short Q&A interview with Markos Moulitsas ZĂșniga on upcoming elections that's somewhat interesting. Kos makes some valid points in the interview, but misses the boat here:


How will the Democrats use the war issue?
This is a little frustrating for me. Here’s a perfect opportunity for Democrats to have led on an issue, and they haven’t. The problem is that part of the Democratic caucus thinks it’s manly and tough to be for the war. They are afraid to basically state what the reality on the ground is.

Did Congressman John Murtha’s criticism of the war embolden the Dems?

The Democratic caucus should have rallied behind Murtha. That was all the cover they needed to come out on this issue. But they were sill weak. The reason I loved Paul Hackett in the Ohio (2005 House) race is because he didn’t equivocate about war. Hackett is an Iraq war veteran who ran as a Democrat in Ohio’s Second Congressional District outside Cincinnati—one of the most Republican districts in all of Ohio. He was viciously critical of George Bush and how he’s handled the war. Hackett lost, but only by 2 or 3 percent of the vote, which is an incredible margin in that district. [Hackett is now running for the U.S. Senate from Ohio.]
Let's hope the Dems take Kos' advice. Kos is also down on John McCain, calling him "the Republicans' Joe Lieberman." Damn, but I'm glad the Dems still don't get it. I believe a lot of independents and socially-liberal Republicans would vote for Lieberman in a heartbeat.

And then there's this in The Guardian (UK): Population gloom. The article serves up some shocking facts about Russia:

Life expectancy for a man has sunk to 58 years (72 for women), the lowest bar two of the 52 countries in the WHO European region.

Russia's population has plummeted by almost 7% to 143 million in the last 15 years, and is predicted to drop by another 20 million by 2025. And as Moscow gears up to take over the presidency of the G8 on January 1, the Kremlin is being urged to meet the crisis head on.
Those are apalling statistics for a nation that had aspirations of world domination only 20 short years ago. Poor health care, rampant alcoholism, AIDS, and low birth rates are cited as the primary causes. Most of which are symptoms of despair, in my eyes, although the Guardian doesn't come right out and say it.

Let's Play Slime-Ball: NBC's Norah O'Donnell (in for Chris Matthews) and Guests on last evening's Hardball, discussing whether accused and/or convicted terrorists will bring civil suits against the President and/or the NSA:
Let's now bring in two lawyers involved in potential cases. Edward Macmahon is lawyer for Ali Al-Timimi, a Muslim scholar who is serving a life sentence for inciting followers to wage war against the U.S. overseas.

And John Zwerling is representing Siefullah Chapman, a follower of Al-Timimi, currently serving a 65-year sentence in federal prison.

Let me ask each of you briefly, does this now mean—you guys are lawyers for these clients—that the president is going to be sued?

EDWARD MACMAHON, ATTORNEY FOR ALI AL-TIMIMI: Well, I can't say that Al-Timimi is going to file a lawsuit against anybody, but I'm sure that somebody that's the target of this warrantless surveillance will in fact sue the president. It's just a matter of time.

O'DONNELL: John, do you think the president will be sued?

JOHN ZWERLING, ATTORNEY FOR SEIFULLAH CHAPMAN: Well, not my client in the near future. He's more concerned with his liberty. He's more concerned with getting out of the trap than nibbling on the cheese.

O'DONNELL: But you have read this story now which is a huge story about what the NSA has been involved in. On what grounds now do you believe you have legal recourse for your clients who are currently serving jail time and have been convicted for terrorist ties?

MACMAHON: Well, I listened to Pete's intro. If the government has evidence in its possession that would help a defendant defeat charges—these guys essentially are serving life—the government doesn't have the right because of national security of any other reason just to sit on evidence that would help somebody in a criminal case.

O'DONNELL: Of course. But as Pete pointed out, you're never going to know because it's secret. That's the point of it, that they used this stuff. They didn't have to go through FISA in order to get this, so they may have obtained some information about your clients that you'll never know about it. What makes you think that you're ever going to find out about it?
This is a classic example of why some enclaves in the Fourth Estate seems more like a Fifth Column. Read the whole thing.

Related: Americans split on feds listening in
...in the first survey that directly addresses the controversial program. The online Zogby Interactive poll, taken Dec. 20-21, found that nearly half of likely voters, 49 percent, say Bush has the constitutional powers to approve such a plan, while 45 percent say he does not.
Or, the approximate split demonstrated in the 2004 election. If MSNBC and their fellow-travelers have their way, more Americans will be hostile to surveilling terrorists. I have faith in the public, however, to resist defeatists and Bush-haters.

Semi-Decadent

That's the way I feel this morning, er, afternoon. I'm sitting here by my window, bathed in warm sunshine, contemplating what's left of the day, having just poured my third cup of coffee. I've been completely awake since 12:30, but I woke up the first time at 10:30 this morning. Given that I didn't go to bed until just after 7:00 a.m. this morning (see the post below), 10:30 was way too early to be up and about. Nonetheless, I did get up, turned off the ceramic heater that did well by me when the outside temperature was 28 degrees but was slow-roasting the interior once the temp rose to 65, opened a window, made the coffee, and returned to bed until the coffee finished brewing. Two hours later...

It's only semi-decadent to sleep until well after noon in my current circumstance. Why, you may ask? Well, it's hard to be truly decadent on the wind-swept and nearly treeless High Plains of Eastern New Mexico. I also awoke this morning alone and with a clear head. Way too Red-State. I've sampled true decadence, and New Mexico, you're NOT decadent. Well, some parts of Albuquerque might qualify. I've heard stories.

No, achieving true decadence, in my eyes, requires an accomplice or three; proscribed substances (optional); copious amounts of Singha, Stella Artois, or San Miguel; a cultivated attitude of nonchalance; and suitable venues wherein one can put that attitude on display. A tropical or semi-tropical clime helps, but isn't a strict requirement...witness certain parts of New York City, London's West End, and the underground clubs of Moscow or Prague. I much prefer Bangkok or any of several camp towns outside the gates of American military bases, however. Willing accomplices abound in those places. It's easy to feign nonchalance, and you can assuredly awake with much less than a clear head, usually in the company of a woman unfamiliar to you when the night began, in a place no more familiar. Life is usually exciting in those circumstances, or, at the very least, stimulating. And most definitely decadent.

Ah, nostalgia. Sometimes I wonder if maturity is worth it.

Circadian Rhythms and Other Things

Mine are hosed, as demonstrated by the fact I'm writing and posting at an hour when most rational people are asleep (shift workers obviously excluded). I've been this way for some time, and aside from the fact I question my "normalcy," there are no negative consequences I'm aware of. I sleep at odd hours because, frankly, I can. No job, and no external commitments of any sort makes for an erratic life. Today was no exception.

After a hard day of doing laundry and wondering what it would be like if an impossibly thin old man were to have sex with a VERY large woman (e.g., 5' 4" and 200+ pounds), I decided around 4:30 I'd take a short nap and then get up and fix dinner. The "large woman" fantasy bears a bit of explanation. This was an intellectual exercise rather than a classic fantasy; more like an extended rumination on the mechanics involved. I won't go into a great deal of detail here (ed: thank you.), but suffice to say I was thinking of set and setting and who could possibly be where, and for how long. I thought a bit about the possibility of physical harm, too. Then I went back to reading the NatGeo until the dryer was done. Yeah, all this occurred within the confines of the laundromat. And reoccurred later, also, just before I fell asleep. No adverse impact on my nap. Actually, I came to the conclusion that not only would the activity just discussed be possible, in my state it might even be plausible. Think on that.

So. I layed me down around 4:30 and slept until 10:15, waking up rather hungry, as one might expect. So much for a short nap.

Dinner was a relatively quick affair. Freezer inspection revealed two packages of shu-mai (among other things), those wonderful Chinese/Japanese steamed dumplings you get in dim-sum places and Japanese restaurants. The frozen variety aren't bad, but they do require an ability to temporarily suspend your beliefs in all that is good and proper about Japanese cuisine. Not bad, just different, I suppose one would say. Actually, the secret is in the dipping sauce. No cutting corners here; I make my own, and it's a relatively simple exercise: about a half-cup of mirin (Japanese sweet rice wine, for cooking only), a tablespoon of prepared Colman's English Mustard, and a tablespoon of Kikkoman. The ingredients are estimated, in actuality I wing it, never measuring anything. Dry Colman's is better than prepared, but my local grocery store has been out of the dry variety for a while. Make a salad while the shu-mai are subjected to five minutes of intense radiation, and voila! Dinner is served. Oh, yeah: uncap a Fat Tire, too. Or two.

Washed the day's dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Resolved to go out to the base tomorrow and do some serious grocery shopping. Sat down and decided there wasn't a single thing on TV worth watching, as usual. Surfed and read more than a few blogs, winding up on the Claremont Institute's site, which resulted in the post below. And now it's 3:00 a.m. and I'm not sleepy.

Looks like a long night! But that's OK. I don't have to get up later this morning and join the rat race. Life is good.

Two Worthwhile Essays...

...disguised as book reviews. Before I give you the links and a few excerpts from the essays, let me bore you for a moment with why I feel these essays are worthwhile.

I'm not a neo-con, in the sense my conversion to conservatism occurred on or about September 11, 2001. I converted a lot earlier than that, say around 1980 or so. My older reader will recognize that year as the watershed year in the chronology of modern American conservatism, the year Reagan was elected. And I voted for the man...not as a "Reagan Democrat," but as one who was completely and totally fed-up with the Left's angry rhetoric of discontent. Reagan's absolute faith in America and his contagious optimism appealed to me, especially when contrasted with the Perpetually Offended culture of the Left. It didn't help the Democrats' cause at all when Jimmy Carter told me that I, and all other Americans, suffered from malaise. Bullshit. One political conversion coming up. That's the Reader's Digest version. There are other reasons, too. But for brevity's sake, plus the fact I know you really don't give a flying fig, I'll spare you an extensive discussion.

So. I converted and never looked back. There's another reason I think these two essays are worthwhile. Ever since the 2000 election I've been amazed and disappointed in the increasingly hysterical opposition to President Bush. The corollary to that amazement is my attempt to understand it, i.e., how can supposedly rational, intelligent Americans be so very wrong when it comes to politics, and specifically, to foreign policy? The facile answer is Bush Derangement Syndrome, but I believe there's more to it than that. There has to be. I cannot, will not, accept as fact that 48% of Americans are mentally ill. So, I've been trying to understand modern American Progressive, or Liberal, or Left...call it what you will...politics. Enter these two essays from the Claremont Institute.

In The Crisis of American National Identity, Charles R. Kesler discusses two books (Who Are We? The Challenges to America's National Identity and American Politics: The Promise of Disharmony) by Samuel P. Huntington and the books' implications on American identity. Mr. Huntington is, in Charles Kesler's words, "a University Professor at Harvard (the school's highest academic honor), he has written a dozen or so books including several that are rightly regarded as classics of modern social science. He is a scholar of political culture, especially of the interplay between ideas and institutions; but in this book he calls himself not only a scholar but a patriot (without any ironic quotation marks). That alone marks him as an extraordinary figure in today's academy."

The essay's opening paragraphs:

About a decade ago, when he was vice president, Al Gore explained that our national motto, e pluribus unum, means "from one, many." This was a sad day for knowledge of Latin among our political elite—and after all those expensive private schools that Gore had been packed off to by his paterfamilias. It was the kind of flagrant mistranslation that, had it been committed by a Republican, say George W. Bush or Dan Quayle, would have been a gaffe heard round the world. But the media didn't play up the slip, perhaps because they had seen Gore's Harvard grades and figured he'd suffered enough, perhaps because they admired the remark's impudence. Though literally a mistake, politically the comment expressed and honored the multicultural imperative, then so prominent in the minds of American liberals: "from one," or to exaggerate slightly, "instead of one culture, many." As such it was a rather candid example of the literary method known as deconstruction: torture a text until it confesses the exact opposite of what it says in plain English or, in this case, Latin.

After 9/11, we haven't heard much from multiculturalism. In wartime, politics tends to assert its sway over culture. In its most elementary sense, politics implies friends and enemies, us and them. The attackers on 9/11 were not interested in our internal diversity. They didn't murder the innocents in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon or on board the airplanes because they were black, white, Asian-American, or Mexican-American, but because they were American. (Although I bet that for every Jew they expected to kill, the terrorists felt an extra thrill of murderous anticipation.)
and later:

Multiculturalism likes to assert that all cultures are created equal, and that America and the West have sinned a great sin by establishing white, Anglo-Saxon, Christian, heterosexual, patriarchal, capitalist—what's next, hurricane-summoning?—culture as predominant. The problem with this argument is that it is self-contradictory. For if all cultures are created equal, and if none is superior to any other, why not prefer one's own? Thus Huntington's preference for Anglo-Protestantism—he never establishes it as more than a patriot's preference, though as a scholar he tries to show what happens if we neglect it—is to that extent perfectly consistent with the claims of the multiculturalists, the only difference being that he likes the dominant culture, indeed, wants to strengthen it, and they don't.

Of course, despite their protestations, multiculturalists do not actually believe that all cultures are equally valid. With a clear conscience, they condemn and reject anti-multiculturalism, not to mention cultures that treat women, homosexuals, and the environment in ways that Western liberals cannot abide. Unless, perchance, such treatment is handed out by groups hostile to America; for Robert's Rules of Multicultural Order allow peremptory objections against, say, the Catholic Church, that are denied against such as the Taliban. Scratch a multiculturalist, then, and you find a liberal willing to condemn all the usual cultural suspects.
There's much more here than a critique of multiculturalism. Mr. Kesler discusses the interplay between culture and the concept of "creed," and the historical origins of these concepts as applied to America. You could look upon this essay as an intellectual explanation of the "Culture Wars." It gave me some insight as to how the political mind of the Left works.

Next up is Rebels Without a Clue, wherein William Voegeli reviews Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture, by Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter. The opening grafs:

Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter, the Canadian professors of philosophy who wrote Nation of Rebels, are men of the Left. "The reason we're leftists," Heath told the Nation of Rebels, "is that we actually share the core left-wing critique of capitalism…. [When] it comes to the environment, the stability of the banking system and the importance of macro-economic stabilization, labor-market policies, welfare, unemployment, health insurance—the Left has been absolutely right on every single issue."

Their sensibilities, however, are conservative. Nation of Rebels can sound Burkean: "[The] only way we are able to go about our business in society is by trusting other people…. One way in which people establish the requisite trust is by demonstrating their willingness to play by the rules in small symbolic ways. This is the core function of courtesy and good manners." At one point Heath and Potter say to their allies on the Left, "[We] really need to stop worrying so much about fascism. What our society needs is more rules, not fewer." Elsewhere they contend that for adolescents the sexual revolution "was not liberation, it was hell. The absence of settled rules meant that no one knew what to expect from anyone else."
Voegeli closes with:

The 2004 election results triggered dismay and incredulity across the Left. Liberals have begun saying, "We've got to get serious." A 2004 article in the radical journal LiP, for instance, echoed the Nation of Rebels thesis: the Left has been undone by its own "activistism," an ideology combining "moral zeal" with "political illiteracy." The antiwar movement, for example, understands "success" to mean that "actions take place, conferences are planned, new people become activists," even though "it's no longer clear what war we're protesting." Details, details. "[It] turned out to be important to have something to say to skeptics who asked: 'What's your alternative?'"

Is an ameliorative Left possible? Heath and Potter are participants in an interesting experiment. If liberals' self-marginalizing narcissism is an accidental quality, one that can be cut away to leave behind a stronger determination to enact a better reform agenda, their efforts might succeed. If it's an essential attribute that can't be removed without killing the patient, then the task is hopeless.

For conservatives, the easy part is to agree with the book's devastating critique of countercultural inanities. The hard part is to know what to think of its authors' political project. A serious Left could be: a welcome change from the gassy self-righteousness of the transformative Left; a newly formidable adversary; or people one can do business with, to borrow Margaret Thatcher's remark about Mikhail Gorbachev. Of course, a serious Left may turn out, instead, to be simply impossible—a contradiction in terms.
And there's lots of good stuff in between. All in the service of understanding, ya know.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Random Notes

Today was errand day...Post Office, Laundry, some miscellaneous shopping. A couple of observations:

Post Office: I had to buy some two cent stamps, coz the USPS apparently isn't making enough money so first class rates go up by two cents the first of the year. I noticed a poster on the wall at the Post Office, advertising "Holiday" stamps. One can buy Hanukkah stamps, Kwanzaa stamps, and stamps featuring "Holiday Cookies." No Christmas stamps, however. None. I asked about Christmas stamps and got a glare and a shrug in reply, as in "don't go there." Something's wrong with this picture.

Laundromat: One of the downsides of living in an RV is no washer and dryer. Other downsides are no dishwasher and a ridiculously small fridge, but I digress. Of all the things I gave up by "going mobile," I think I miss my washer and dryer the most. Today's outing featured the usual Ritalin-deprived small children terrorizing the place, a couple of VERY large women, and the interminable dry-cycle. The cost of laundry has gone up, too. It now costs $1.75 to activate a standard washer, $3.50 for the Industrial Strength Machines; well over ten bucks to do my laundry, all told. I hate laundromats. Flipping hate them!

I think I need to re-think my position on entering into another relationship...

Terrorists, Surveillance, and the Law

So here it comes, and you just knew it would, didn't you? An article in today's NYT tells us...

Defense lawyers in some of the country's biggest terrorism cases say they plan to bring legal challenges to determine whether the National Security Agency used illegal wiretaps against several dozen Muslim men tied to Al Qaeda.

The lawyers said in interviews that they wanted to learn whether the men were monitored by the agency and, if so, whether the government withheld critical information or misled judges and defense lawyers about how and why the men were singled out.

Predictably, there's lots of gnashing and thrashing on the Left (and the Right, too) on the subject. Kevin Drum writes a piece that is representative of the Left's point of view, here. A couple of grafs:

The bottom line is the government and prosecutors are required under a Supreme Court ruling known as Brady v. Maryland to provide defendants with all "material" information affecting their case, including derogatory information that could impact the credibility of prosecution witnesses. This includes information that might impact their guilt or their sentence.

Another Supreme Court case, Kyles v. Whitley, 514 U.S. 419 (1995) held that the duty of disclosure is not limited to evidence in the actual possession of the prosecutor. Rather, it extends to evidence in the possession of the entire prosecution team, which includes investigative and other government agencies.
In a previous post I pointed both of my faithful readers to an article by former Federal Prosecutor Andrew C. McCarthy that discusses the points Mr. Drum makes. Let's review:
Under discovery rules that apply to American criminal proceedings, the government is required to provide to accused persons any information in its possession that can be deemed "material to the preparation of the defense" or that is even arguably exculpatory. The more broadly indictments are drawn (and terrorism indictments tend to be among the broadest), the greater the trove of revelation. In addition, the government must disclose all prior statements made by witnesses it calls (and, often, witnesses it does not call).

This is a staggering quantum of information, certain to illuminate not only what the government knows about terrorist organizations but the intelligence agencies’ methods and sources for obtaining that information. When, moreover, there is any dispute about whether a sensitive piece of information needs to be disclosed, the decision ends up being made by a judge on the basis of what a fair trial dictates, rather than by the executive branch on the basis of what public safety demands.

It is true that this mountain of intelligence is routinely surrendered along with appropriate judicial warnings: defendants may use it only in preparing for trial, and may not disseminate it for other purposes. Unfortunately, people who commit mass murder tend not to be terribly concerned about violating court orders (or, for that matter, about being hauled into court at all).

In 1995, just before trying the blind sheik (Omar Abdel Rahman) and eleven others, I duly complied with discovery law by writing a letter to the defense counsel listing 200 names of people who might be alleged as unindicted co-conspirators—i.e., people who were on the government’s radar screen but whom there was insufficient evidence to charge. Six years later, my letter turned up as evidence in the trial of those who bombed our embassies in Africa. It seems that, within days of my having sent it, the letter had found its way to Sudan and was in the hands of bin Laden (who was on the list), having been fetched for him by an al-Qaeda operative who had gotten it from one of his associates.
I'm no lawyer; I have, aside from my divorces, zero experience with the American legal system. Still, as a relatively well-informed and interested citizen, I don't see much, if any, good coming out of the impending legal challenges mounted by lawyers defending accused terrorists. There are some bad actors in the legal biz, two come immediately to mind: Lynne Stewart and Ramsey Clark. Both of these individuals are classic examples of intelligent but misguided (at best) practicing attorneys working against the "greater good" of American society.

As I see it, the best we can hope for is the legal challenges to work their way up to the Supreme Court as quickly as possible. And then pray the Court concurs with the President's Constitutional right (and duty) as the nation's wartime Commander-in-Chief to order the types of surveillance at issue here. We are at war, folks, make no doubt about it. It's a pity that a significant portion of the population, and the power structure, in this country fails to recognize that fact.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

A Must See

Christmas at Arlington National Cemetery

I'm late to the party with this (again. what's new?), but please, do go. If you can look at this picture without tears coming to your eyes...well, I just don't know what to say.

hat tip: Dr. Sanity

James Wolcott Goes Slumming

And he doesn’t like what he sees over at Little Green Footballs. For what it’s worth, I don’t like the comments section over at LGF, either. I’ve never cared for hyperventilating, hyperbole-laced comment sprinkled with liberal (sorry!) doses of profanity. I can swear with the best of ‘em, after all, I am a retired sergeant, but a public forum isn’t the barracks. You’ve sacrificed your credibility the very second you begin to hurl insults instead of reasoned opinion, backed up with facts.

Now, all that said, Wolcott is indulging in a classic example of the pot calling the kettle black. Am I to believe James has never read the comments section over at dKos or, God Forbid, Democratic Underground? You can’t read a damned thing at LGF that isn’t equaled or eclipsed by the moonbats at DU.

Fortunately, John Hawkins reads DU so you don’t have to. Mr. Wolcott might do well to read the Annual Ten Worst Quotes from DU – 2005. And if that ain’t enough, Jamesy, here’s 2004 and 2003.

Now just shut up, please.

Gub’mint Eavesdropping Ain’t the Half of It

In the Times (UK): Googlestalkers know that there's no such thing as a private life anymore

“But having money stolen from us is not the only way in which our identities seem to be under greater assault than for some time. In many ways the most amazing story of 2005 concerned the 15-year-old boy, conceived from donated sperm, who found his anonymous biological father through two internet searches. In possession of nothing more than his own DNA profile and his father’s date of birth and graduate status (presumably supplied to the mother by Spermulike as proof of the youth and genetic quality of her purchase) he checked out matches on FamilyTreeDNA.com, and found two men with similar names. He then fed their names into Omnitrace.com along with what his mother knew — and Bob’s your dad. Some guy who was paid a tenner a shot way back got a call he hadn’t been expecting.”
I think Mr. Aaronovitch nails it. We do more to damage our privacy than the government ever could. Any Main Street merchant knows more about you than your Mom, when you come right down to it. Any business owner or potential employer can run an Equifax or Trans-Union check and find out where you live, how big your mortgage is, how much you make today and how much you made ten years ago…on and on, ad nauseum. These folks, and others, have the power to delve into your life, with or without your permission. And we’re worried about the government reading our e-mail?

Signs of the Impending Apocalypse, Automotive Division

Toyota to build engine plant in MICHIGAN?

As the article notes, what was once unthinkable is not only acceptable, it’s desirable. My, how times change.

Let's say Toyota builds the plant in Michigan. I wonder if they’ll have a separate parking lot for workers who drive domestic cars? When I lived and worked in Detroit and had to visit a GM facility (I worked for a GM subsidiary back in those days) I always had to either (a) share a ride with a buddy who drove a Big Three vehicle or (b) check out a pool car. I wasn’t about to drive my German car to a GM plant…I really didn’t want it keyed. And I didn’t want to have to park my car a half-mile from where I was going, either. The UAW didn’t allow furrin cars to inter-mingle with the domestic variety – there was a separate parking lot for non-domestic cars. I doubt that’s changed.

Related: Toyota, With 2006 Forecast, Challenges for Top Car Maker GM has been Number One since 1932. That may change, unfortunately.

Monday, December 26, 2005

It Only Took Me 41 Days...

...and several hours to figure out why the titles to my posts in the "Recent Posts" sidebar all had following text. (Duh.) So, after much gnashing and thrashing, I finally got it. Not to mention reading the "Help" file -- "When all else fails read the book" actually WORKS! Then I proceeded to fix over a hundred posts before I said to myself "You're being obsessive here. Stop."

I also figured out how to change the default color in the title field. The default title color in the template is the VERY obscure notation "color:#c60", which translates to orange. I hate orange; I like blue much better. My new Title color is "color:#000091." You can see all those obscure color codes here.

And that's how I spent my evening. Do I need a life, or what?

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

I had to pop out to do a little grocery shopping. All the way to Wally-World and back I was thinking about Christmas' Past and the strangest thing struck me. I cannot, for the life of me, remember a single thing about the last Christmas The Second Mrs. Pennington and I spent together (1997). Nothing. Zip. Nada. I think it’s because the cataclysmic events that unfolded over the eight months following that Christmas completely obliterated all memories of times immediately preceding. It was, after all, the Winter of Her Discontent, and I was completely oblivious. Quite another story.

It is more than passing strange, however. That Christmas was my youngest son’s First Christmas. Even though he was only ten months old at the time I’m sure he had a great old time tearing into boxes and playing with the wrapping paper, as very young children do. But I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember the tree. I don’t remember taking any pictures. I don’t remember what I gave or received that Christmas. I don’t remember a damned thing, except for the fact we were in Rochester. That’s the sum total!

I did recall, in great detail, the year we spent Christmas night on a British Airways flight from Detroit to London. Our flight left sometime around six or seven in the evening on Christmas Day, and we were at the airport a good three hours before that. There were three of us: TSMP, our great good friend Kim, and myself. It was Kim’s first trip outside the US, and she was as excited as is humanly possible. The flight was nearly empty because, who, after all, travels on Christmas Day? Just us bargain hunters. TSMP and Kim stayed awake most of the flight. I, on the other hand, found an empty row and slept. Don’t you just love empty airplanes on transatlantic flights? It doesn’t happen a lot these days, from what I read.

We arrived at Heathrow around 0700 and were completely through customs and baggage claim in about an hour. The Captain, although he was either a Buck Sergeant or a Staff Sergeant stationed at RAF Lakenheath at the time, met us at Arrivals. We loaded up the luggage and piled into his ratty old British Ford Cortina with the broken heater and leaky floor and did the patented B&P nickel tour of London for Kim’s benefit.

Sidebar: I use the term “B&P nickel tour” in a very personal sense. TSMP and I lived in London from 1980 - 1983 and we had a LOT of visitors. After the first wave of visitors had come and gone we developed our own little two-hour driving tour of London that hit all the high spots: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, Picadilly Circus, Tower Bridge, et al. We also threw in a few of our favorite places. It was great fun reliving that tour!

So. After the tour we grabbed lunch and went to the hotel for a little nap before our evening out. And thus began the ten-day England Christmas Tour of 1990-something. I don’t remember the exact year, actually. But I sure remember that trip…one of my BEST Christmases (and New Year’s), ever.

Got the Holiday Blues?

The NYT understands. Commiserate here and here.

I'm not denying the holidays are stressful and fraught with opportunities for family bickering or outright combat. Examples are legion and form a nasty little undercurrent to the Tidings of Comfort and Joy gestalt of the season. Nonetheless, after reading these two articles I'm left thinking some people just don't know how to have a good time.

Now, that said, I have my own ritual for handling the Holiday Blues. It's been my habit for the past few years to spend Christmas day completely alone, interrupted only by the ringing of the phone, when I take "Merry Christmas!" calls from my sons. It's not that I don't know how to have a good time; I certainly do. It's the fact that Christmas is all about kids, family, and reunion. I don't need to be reminded that, through no choice of my own, I cannot rejoice in that manner any longer. Sometimes it's just best to be alone.

Well, What Did You Expect?

In today's NYT: On Gulf Coast, Cleanup Differs Town to Town.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Harrison County, the home of Biloxi, and Jackson County, where Pascagoula is located, each had about 10 million cubic yards of debris to clean up. Both counties took up the federal government on its offer to foot the bill.

But while Harrison County and all but one of its cities hired contractors on their own, Jackson County and its cities, at the urging of the federal government, asked the Army Corps to take on the task. Officials in Jackson County said it was a choice they had regretted ever since.

The cleanup in Jackson County and its municipalities has not only cost millions of dollars more than in neighboring counties, but it is also taking longer. The latest available figures show that 39 percent of the work was complete in Jackson County, while 57 percent was done in Harrison County and its cities that are managing the job on their own, according to federal records.
If anyone is surprised at this revelation they've either been in the cave way too long or else they are politicians with "(D)" after their names. Here's a wonderful illustration:
In Hancock County, Miss., where the Army Corps is in charge, contractors in protective suits carefully open refrigerators and meticulously clean them out, sanitizing the interiors with a cleaning solution. Workers remove Freon gas. Quality-control supervisors watch every step. Army Corps officials would not say how much the operation costs, but in Louisiana they are paying more than $1.8 million to process and dispose of these so-called white goods.

In neighboring Harrison County, once the refrigerators are dropped off at a landfill, the government's financial obligation ends. A recycling contractor, eager to get the scrap metal, removes the Freon. In most cases, the spoiled food is removed by lifting the refrigerator atop a lined dumpster and shaking it. No biohazard suits are involved.

Some local officials said they were glad that the Army Corps was spending the extra time and money.

"Twenty years from now I don't want young mothers giving birth to kids with birth defects because we found out we did not do proper dumping," said Representative Gene Taylor, a Democrat from Bay St. Louis, Miss., where the Army Corps is in charge of cleaning up.
I've thought, from time to time, that a biohazard suit would be appropriate attire for cleaning out my fridge. Whereas I'm just joking, the Feds apparently are serious. Never underestimate the power of a bureaucracy to drive costs up and slow things down.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

God Bless Us Every One.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Track Santa!

NORAD tracks Santa.

Back when I was in the radar biz we used to do this sort of thing locally, for the families of the guys at the radar sites where I was stationed. Back in the day every radar site had a video mapping device that fed programmed exercise video to Operations; the normal output from the video mapper was "canned" and consisted of video blips simulating actual aircraft. On Christmas Eve we'd load up a special video overlay and route it to the intercept control scopes in Operations. While "exercise" video consisted of fake bogeys (simple blips) and tracks to train intercept controllers and technicians, the special Santa video showed a sleigh and reindeer on the scopes. Not nearly real, but real enough for the kids that saw it!

The kids always got a big thrill out of the radar displays. Doing the Santa video was one of the most fun things I ever did while I was a radar guy.

Updated on 12/25/2005 0215: correct typos and grammar plus add a small amount of content. I shouldn't post after I've been into the egg nog!

Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine, IV

End of the Night

Lompoc, California. Summer, 1965

Some are born to the endless night

It’s late, just past 1:00 a.m. I just dropped the girlfriend off at her house, now I have to get to work. My shift began at midnight, but it’s OK. I greased it with the guy I’m relieving last night; told him I had a date and would be an hour or so late. Close enough. But first I have to do a little favor for a friend. My best friend Pete, a sky cop who works the same shift rotation I do, asked me to drive by his apartment to see if there was “anything strange goin’ on” before I head up the hill. So, I drive by Pete’s place, and sure enough, there is something strange. All the lights are off in Pete’s apartment, but there’s a car parked outside, and it ain’t Pete’s.

Just as he suspected.

So, I point the Triumph up the hill and motor on up to the site. 15 minutes later I pull up to the gate. Pete steps out of the gate house, opens the gate, waves me in, and pulls the gate closed. I pull up to the gate house and get out of the car. Pete walks over.

“So?”

“Yeah, you were right. He’s there. No lights.”

“Will you do me a favor?”

“I just did. What now?”

“Loan me your car and watch the gate for me for an hour.”

I frown.

“Damn, Pete! That’s asking a lot, Buddy!”

"Asking a lot" is a classic understatement. Pete is going to desert his post and I’m going to be a freaking accomplice. If we’re discovered the best that would happen would be a real ass-chewing and extra duty. Worst case, we could be court-martialed. I’m thinking worst case.

“C’mon. I really need to sort this out.”

I realize he’s really hurting and there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind he’d do the same for me if I asked.

“OK. An hour, no more. If you’re not back in an hour…”

“I will be.”

“Let me go relieve Bob and I’ll be right back.”

I drive up the top of the hill to the radar tower, park the car and go in. Shift turnover takes less than five minutes, and that includes Bob’s mandatory debrief on my date. Nothing’s going on (Thank God), all the systems are up, and there’s nothing unusual scheduled for the rest of the night. Bob walks out the door, I hear his car start up and he leaves.

I take about five minutes to step through my routine shift checks and then go out, get in my car and whip down to Ops. I go in, make my presence known, exchange small talk with the Ops shift supervisor and then get back into my car and drive down to the gate.

Most of the guys in Ops were already asleep, and the shift supervisor gave every indication he was gonna get that way as soon as I walked out the door. Such is life on weekend mid-shifts.

Pete’s pacing up and down outside the gate when I get there. I get out of the car and Pete says “Damn! That took long enough!” I smile and toss him my keys. He’s in the car and gone before I can say “Be careful!”

I swing the gate closed and watch the headlights of my car disappear down the hill. I watch until the car is out of sight and then go into the gate shack, pour a cup of coffee and fiddle with the radio. It’s about a ten minute drive from the site in to town, so an hour is more than enough for Pete to get to his place, kick our friend out, confront his girlfriend, do what he has to do (whatever that may be), and get back. It’s not quite 2:00 a.m. so I figure I’ll see Pete somewhere around 3:00.

And then it hits me. Pete didn’t leave his gun. He’s armed, pissed off, and he’s on his way to roust some poor SOB out of HIS bed. Goddamn! I tell myself Pete’s level-headed and won’t do hard time for that wench. I try and relax. It’s no use. Why didn’t I think about the freaking gun?

Three o’clock comes and goes. Four o’clock comes and goes. I’m outside, pacing back and forth, scanning the road below for headlights. Pitch dark. Five o’clock comes and goes. No Pete.

I’m pretty damned frantic by now. My imagination is running wild. Double-murder. Suicide. Worse. I’m wondering what Leavenworth is really like, sure in the knowledge that I’m gonna find out, up close, personal, and real soon. I can’t call Pete’s house, there’s no direct dial off the site. I’d have to dial zero, from the freaking gate shack, fer God’s Sake, and ask the Comm Center operator to put me through. That’s a serious no-go, a dead give away something’s not right. Besides, the freaking operators listen in on phone calls. So, I stew. And sweat. A lot.

Half an hour later the sky is rosy pink…dawn is nearly here. At 5:45 I see lights in the canyon. I go outside and watch the lights crawling up the hill, praying it’s Pete and not some other guy, or God Forbid, an officer. Two or three minutes later I can hear the car. It’s mine. Thank God!

The gate is wide open by the time Pete gets to the top of the hill and he roars in and cuts the motor. I scream ALL the curse words I know at him before he’s even out of the car, and probably made up a few new ones right on the spot.

“Coffee fresh?” he says. I could freaking KILL him, and all he can say is “coffee fresh?”

He grins and says something like “Be cool, everything’s OK,” and we go in the gate shack. He sits, I stand, and he fills me in. He never drew the gun, but told me our friend saw it in his holster right off the bat. The boy was scared shitless, and I don’t blame him for being scared. He should have been damned scared! Pete didn’t even smack him around, although he admitted he wanted to. Pete said he threw him out the door in his underwear, clutching his clothes. We laugh. Pete tells me about the ensuing conversation with the girlfriend. I try and be as empathetic as I can, considering I'm still six different kinds of pissed.

I told Pete I thought he really abused me, told him how freaking worried I was, and on, and on. Pete apologizes. I go out, get in the car and drive on up to the search tower to complete the night's work and fire up the coffee for the day shift.

Eventually I would forgive Pete. But not that night. Not even that week.

One week later and Pete moves out. The girlfriend is never going to change, and Pete is smart enough to realize that. And better off for it, too.

As for me, I never, ever, did a “favor” like that again. For anyone, in or out of the service. One Endless Night is enough for a lifetime.

Lompoc AFS
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An Amazing Essay

In Praise of Vulgarity
How commercial culture liberates Islam -- and the West

In Reason magazine.

Sample:

Pulitzer Prize winner Quindlen had given voice to the Cultural Sputter of the bien-pensant, a well-known reaction afflicting people of taste forced to live in a world of vulgarities. It’s an act with a very long pedigree. Eighteenth-century aristocrats by the palaceful were appalled when professional writers first appeared. Writing in exchange for money, they thought, would be the ruin of letters. John Ruskin, King of Victorian Sputterers, couldn’t stand Rembrandt because the Dutch master’s paintings lacked "dignity": All those paintings of self-satisfied, bulbous-nosed burghers made Ruskin gag.

The sputter is endlessly adaptable. A notorious space-age version choked Norman Mailer half to death. He was watching astronaut Alan B. Shepard walking on the moon in 1971, when Shepard suddenly took out a secretly stowed golf club and launched a drive at the lunar horizon. Mailer was spiritually mortified. Humankind should have been humbled, literally on its knees, as it entered the cathedral of the universe; instead it drove golf balls through its windows. What’s the matter with people? Give them infinity, and they make it a fairway. Give them liberty, and they reach for a Lucky. Or they go shopping.
and this:
The West has never been comfortable with its own cultural vulgarity. Such anxiety is arguably strongest in the United States, which has long nursed a cultural inferiority complex vis-Ă -vis more-established British and European practitioners of high art. Popular, commercial forms are not thoughtful. Rather, they are temporary, noisy, intense, ecstatic. They are sensual and disruptive. Because they are frequently set in motion by powerless and even despised outgroups, they appear subversive. They not only threaten social morals, but challenge established power relationships.

The result is that such ecstatic forms are attacked not only by the West’s left-liberal critics for their commercial origin, but by the West’s conservatives for their disruptive power. Cultural ecstasy may have billions of participants, but it hardly has a single friend.

For the last 200 years, vulgar forms and subcultures have often set off a series of "moral panics" among those who perceive a threat to their own cultural power and status. The popular novel, when it first appeared, set one off. So did penny dreadfuls and pulps. So did melodramatic theater. So did the music hall. So did the tabloid press, and the waltz, and ragtime, and jazz, and radio, movies, comic books, rock music, television, rap, and computer games.

All of these -- and more -- led contemporary critics to declare the end of civility, to worry over some newly identified form of supposed "addiction" (to novels, to TV, to video games, to pornography, to the Internet, to PokĂ©mon, etc.), to announce that the coming generation was "desensitized," and to rail about childishness and triviality. It’s the cultural sputter that never ends.

It's a long piece, but chock-full of interesting detail and esoteric examples of the high impact of low-culture, from the Soviet Union in Uncle Joe's time, to Algeria of the 50s, to liberated Afghanistan.

hat tip: Positive Ape Index, via Iowahawk.

Get Thee Over to Iowahawk...

...or else you'll miss stuff like this (and these are excerpts, far from the whole thing!):

NY TIMES: CLAUS OK'D ILLEGAL SURVEILLANCE

The New York Times reported today that Polar authorities are engaged in a secret program to conduct warrantless monitoring of private communications and activities among U.S. minors. Anonymous sources within the State Department and Central Intelligence Agency said the program, codename "Operation Coal Lump," dates as far back as 1879, and recieved approval at the highest echelon of Polar administration, including President Santa Claus himself.

The disclosure of the program sparked an immediate furor among civil libertarian organizations and brats right groups. ACLU spokesman Dan Knaggs said "that chill in the air isn't December -- it's Big Brother Kriss Kringle unconstitutionally watching, and following, and evaluating your every move."

Josh Cleland, 9, a spokesboy for the Council For Misbehaving Americans, decried the program as "a looming threat to the economic rights of millions of young Americans, many of whom may be guilty of nothing more than a wedgie or Indian burn of self defense."


and this:
EXPERTS WARN ON SEASONAL RAGE TRIGGERS

The American Psychology Association released its annual ranking of causes for seasonal rage today, and for the seventh consecutive year the list was topped by the "Lexus Holiday Sales Event" commercial.

"For whatever reason, exposure to this stimulus can transform a normal, well adjusted adult into a cauldron of destructive psychopathy, harboring lurid fantasies of sneaking through the snow on Christmas morning to destroy bow-tied gift luxury cars with a tire iron," said APA scientist Rachel Sternthal. "This is usually accompanied by associated desires to hide in the bushes and laugh maniacally when the recipient uncovers his or her eyes to find $70,000 of smashed precision engineering burning to a crisp in the snowy driveway of their McMansion."
And you know there's MORE.

Protest Songs

In case you were wondering, protest songs are alive and sorta well. People of my generation cut their teeth on protest music; we sang along with CCR's "Fortunate Son," Edwin Starr's "War," CSNY's "Ohio," and lots of stuff from Dylan (e.g., Blowin' in the Wind, Subterranean Homesick Blues, The Times They Are a Changin'). Even if you didn't sing along, you couldn't avoid the genre...it was all over the radio. That's not the case today, unless the hip-hop guys are doing it. I'll freely admit I'm oblivious to what the rappers are doing, for all I know there are 39 anti-war raps out there. I just don't go there.

So while I'm not aware of any mainstream, commercial radio protest songs these days, I am very much aware the genre survives in niche markets served by college radio and Pacifica outlets. I listen to KPFT, Pacifica's Houston's station...in fact, I'm listening to Spare Change, a weekly show hosted by a DJ named Larry Winters. Winters specializes in protest songs. Here's a few songs I've heard him play this morning:

Steve Earle's "Home to Houston" (2004)

Great God A’mighty what was wrong with me
I know the money’s good but buddy can’t you see
You can’t take it with you and that ain’t no lie
I don’t wanna let ‘em get me I’m too young to die
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won’t drive a truck anymore
Iris Dement's "Wasteland of the Free"

We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he's standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

(Chorus)

While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
John Fogerty's "Deja Vu All Over Again" (2003)

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
KPFT publishes their playlists, but they're a week in arrears. You can see Larry's entire oeuvre here. A casual scan of the playlist(s) reveals Larry's an equal-opportunity protester. Granted, most of his songs are decidedly anti-right-wing, anti-war, but there's a lot of social-ills protest, too. Like Brando replied when asked "Johnny, what are you rebelling against?" Larry will say "Whattaya got?" This is good. You don't want to be a one-note anything in life, let alone a one-note protester!

I searched for Winters' bio but came up empty. At the risk of stereotyping, I suspect Larry's an old hippie. God knows they're coming out of the freaking woodwork these days. And it's mostly the old hippies that are manning the anti-war barricades, too. And they need some new anthems; the old Viet-Nam stuff is nice, but it's not very topical, is it?

({1303 MST} Oh My God...Winters just trotted out "Imagine." Excuse me, I'm gonna be sick.)

I'm back. God, I can't stand cliches!

Where was I? Anthems, yes. There are none, yet. I believe the lack of a general air-play, genuinely popular anti-war song is a good sign for those of us who support the war. The lack of popular anti-war songs tells me the anti-war movement hasn't gained any traction. Another sign of a lack of traction is the fact songs like "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue," "American Soldier," and "Have You Forgotten" get lots of airplay, even though those songs are all two years old, or older. And country music artists create new songs every month...and they get airplay. Lots of it.

So. I'll keep listening. Ol' Larry's doing his part, but he seems to be pissing in the wind. Thank God.

(Here's another view on the Protest Song genre, specifically its resurrection.)

Maybe the US Needs One of These...

From the Times of London:

Ms Renshaw may be the most unusual social worker in Britain: as head of player services for Camelot, the operator of the National Lottery, her job is to offer advice and support to people who have become suddenly, unexpectedly and fabulously rich. She is Britain’s foremost wealth counsellor.
We've all heard stories of suicides, rapid descent into alcohol/drug abuse, divorce, and other calamities befalling the winners of big lottery jackpots. "Wealth counseling" sounds like a pretty good idea on the surface, but the ol' adage about horses and water immediately comes to mind.

Surprisingly, Ms Renshaw claims 98% of Britain's lottery winners are "as happy or happier after winning." Perhaps she's just shilling for her services, who knows. My personal opinion is a windfall creates more problems than it solves. Still, I'd like the opportunity to prove myself wrong.

Gotta buy a ticket, first.

A Lonely Voice from Gdansk? Warsaw?

From the comments section of the WaPo's Early Warning column, by William M. Arkin:

A POLE ON MSNBC STATES 87% of RESPONDANCES WANT BUSH IMPEACHED. WAKE UP ROYAL SCRIBES, THE MINISTERY OF INFORMATION (US MAIN STREAM MEDIA) IS OUT OF TOUCH WITH AMERICA. TIME FOR A LITTLE SOVIET STYLE ROTATION??? FOR ALL OF YOU????
Posted by: IMPEACH BUSH Dec 24, 2005 8:34:39 AM
Perhaps the commenter saw Zbigniew Brzezinski on MoreStoriesNotingBushCrimes and confused him with a real Pole? Nah. Don't think so.

I wonder if Mr. or Ms. I. Bush has a date for the Respon Dance?

Friday, December 23, 2005

A One-Woman Link Machine

That would be Dr. Sanity, who is single-handedly responsible for eating up about two hours of my day by posting links to the following articles/essays:

One Cosmos, with On The Bizarro World of the Left: Krystallnacht Comes to AmeriKKKa.
Yesterday on dailykos (I believe the most popular Democratic website), there was a piece entitled Slouching Toward Kristallnacht, outlining all of the eery parallels between pre-nazi Germany and contemporary America. For the hundreds of frightened posters that commented on the article, it is not a matter of if, but when Bush suspends the charade of democracy and imposes a fascist state on us. As Kos himself wrote, "It won't come in the same form. It never does. But it's coming. The lure of fascism is too powerful for men like the ones currently pissing all over our Constitution."
Dr. Helen writes a note to the American Psychological Association:

I am writing because I would like to stay a part of the APA--but when I see articles advocating diversity--but only if one is politically correct--I feel discouraged about the future of psychology. Left leaning politics may fly within APA and the academic world but in the real world--there is a mixture of people who share all kinds of world views. How does it help our profession, its students, and our clients when we tout diversity but only if it is the left leaning kind?
Varifrank offers Congratulations (to) Time Magazine, wherein he takes exception to Time's "Person(s) of the Year" (Boy, does he ever!) and offers some alternatives...

And finally... Andrew McCarthy of National Review Online on "Warrantless Searches." This one sent chills up my spine because it's all so true.

Reading these articles was time well-spent, believe me. And the best part? There's more, much more. I stand in awe of The Good Doctor.

The I-Word

Charles Krauthammer, in today's WaPo:
Administration critics, political and media, charge that by ordering surveillance on communications of suspected al Qaeda agents in the United States, the president clearly violated the law. Some even suggest that Bush has thereby so trampled the Constitution that impeachment should now be considered. (Barbara Boxer, Jonathan Alter, John Dean and various luminaries of the left have already begun floating the idea.) The braying herds have already concluded, Tenet-like, that the president's actions were slam-dunk illegal. It takes a superior mix of partisanship, animus and ignorance to say that.

And then there's this, quoted from a Salon article (free, but you have to watch an ad to read this):

On Dec. 18, Rep. John Conyers, D-Mich., the highest-ranking Democrat on the House Judiciary Committee, released a 250-page report detailing Bush's misconduct and, on his Web site, called for the creation of a select committee to investigate "those offenses which appear to rise to the level of impeachment." Rep. John Lewis, D-Ga., said in a radio interview that he would support trying Bush. "If there is a move to impeach the president, I will sign that bill of impeachment," he said.
The moonbats over at DU are all over this, as one might imagine. I spent some time this morning reading a few threads on this subject and it's all too typical. No link; I won't dignify the batards by linking to them.

When you come right down to it, Krauthammer is oh-so-correct in his observation that there's a unique combination of animus and ignorance exhibited by those people calling for impeachment. The animus originates with the 2000 election; everything else that has followed is simply a manifestation of the Loony-Left's outrage over their defeat in that election.

I'm hoping the Left continues with the impeachment clamor; I really can't think of anything that would mobilize the conservative base more than a drive for impeachment.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Images of New Mexico


(click for larger)

Valley of Fires, four miles west of Carrizozo, NM on US 380. One of the largest lava flows in the United States, the Malpais lava flow extends over 44 miles in a southerly direction towards the White Sands National Monument.

Previously, in the archives:
Shiprock (I)
Very Large Array near Soccorro, NM (II)
Flightline, Cannon AFB (III)
Taos Church (San Francisco de Asis) (IV)
US 84 Roadside (V)

Who Watches MSNBC?


Moonbats. (You too can vote to impeach here.)

It's nice to know MSNBC doesn't attract that many viewers. Chris Matthews must feel pretty lonely these days. Good.

The Federal Budget, Pork, and Things YOU Can Do

The WaPo reports, in a Page One story this morning, that the Senate approved the "budget cuts" that were on the table. The budget issue isn't resolved, however:

House Speaker J. Dennis Hastert (R-Ill.) sent a letter to Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.), asking that the House pass the new version of the budget by unanimous consent, ending the need to summon lawmakers back to Washington.

But even before the request, Pelosi had promised to force another vote.

"Democrats believe this Republican bill has the wrong priorities," she said in a statement. "That is why we will request a recorded vote where all members return to Washington to make clear their values to the American people."

A coalition of labor unions and liberal interest groups immediately swung back into gear, drafting a list of 18 House Republicans in hopes of persuading eight to change their vote.
{sigh} Where to begin? I've not seen any counter-proposals (other than repealing tax cuts) from the Democrats on how to rein in federal spending. Instead we have "a coalition of labor unions and liberal interest groups" who seem to be driving the Democrats. But, what's new? The interesting thing about these so-called budget cuts is the "cuts" reduce the growth of spending over the next few years, rather than implement actual spending reductions. And these proposed cuts are modest, at best.

A $40 billion spending cut, spread out over five years, ain't a lot. The federal budget could be reduced by $72 billion immediately simply by abolishing the Department of Education, an agency that's only been in existence for 25 years. We got along fine without this bureaucracy before 1980; I submit we could muddle through without it in the future and go a helluva long way towards financing the Katrina recovery, just to cite one example, by using its money. But I digress, as usual.

There are a number of other approaches to reducing federal spending. How about a one percent across the board budget cut for ALL federal agencies, with the exception of the Department of Defense and (possibly) the Department of Homeland Security? How about cancelling all the earmarks in the recently passed and pork-laden Transportation Bill? How about delaying the Medicare prescription drug benefit for a year or two? Any one of these options would yield more savings in the first year than the "cuts" just passed by the Senate.

I know. I'm dreaming.

There are some things we, as individual citizens, can do about runaway federal spending.

First of all, you can help identify and eliminate budget fat by joining the Pork Busters movement. The Bear's site has a (House) district-by-district accounting of pork in the federal budget, and it's a real eye-opener. If you have a blog, include the following statement in your blog to identify yourself as a supporter of the PorkBuster movement: I support the Fiscal Watch Team Offset Package. Contacting your Representative and your Senators and making your feelings known on the subject is another step you should take.

You could also join Citizens Against Government Waste. They have a fine web site and conduct worthwhile campaigns against waste.

The Heritage Foundation is another organization with good information on spending excess.

OK, that's it for starters. I wish we could "earmark" our tax dollars, i.e., instruct the Feds on how to spend our money. I'd designate my taxes be used to buy JP-4 for the Air Force and the Navy, and a couple of cases of M-16 ammunition for the Army and Marines. But that's just me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Dunno How I Missed THIS...

Glenn Reynolds put up a Digital Camera Carnival last week. Some great links about all things digital photography...reviews, tips, and other assorted good things.

It seems all of America is interested in digital photography. I saw yesterday that "digital camera" was Yahoo's number one product search for 2005. If you're looking for a new digital camera, the best digital camera site, by far, is DPReview.

Photography has always been a big interest of mine. My middle son has boxes and boxes of the photographs I've taken over the years stored in his basement, and I have over five gigs of digital photos on my hard drive. Even though I still have my trusty Olympus OM-1 and a gaggle of lenses, the digital camera has completely replaced my old SLR. I probably only keep the OM-1 out of sentimental attachment...I've had the thing for 30 years (!) and it was a constant companion in some pretty strange and interesting places all over the world.

I went digital in 1998 with a one-megapixel Kodak camera. I'm currently on my third digital camera, a Canon Powershot G5. My next camera will probably be one of these, or one of these (or its successor). But that's a while off...the G5 is meeting all my needs at the moment. A digital SLR falls into the "nice to have" category. It's not "essential," by any means.

Sounds Reasonable to ME!

My Buddy Ed in Florida sends this Clavin-ism:

"Well you see, Norm, it's like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.

In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers."
Or single malts. Or martinis.

And while we're on the subject of folk wisdom, there's this. Gee, who knew? Halliburton, they own us! via Lileks.

Two "Don't Miss!" news items from Scott Ott: Qaeda Relocates to US for Spy-Free Calling and
Bush Announces "Do Not Wiretap" List. I'm definitely signing up for the latter.

That Other Big Story

Judge Rules Against 'Intelligent Design'. Page One news in most of the country, but not here at El Casa Pennington. I don't have (much of) an opinion on this issue, to me it's Much Ado About Not Much (apologies, Willy).

There are those who would say: "But, Buck! What about separation of Church and State? 'Intelligent Design' is a blatant attempt to force fundamentalist values down our throats!" Chill out, is my reply. As I understand the issue, the ID folks are simply asking for equal time, an acknowledgement that there are theories other than Darwinist Evolution that answer the "how did we get here?" question. If you see this as a fundamentalist foot-in-the-door ploy on the way to establishing a Christian madrassa system, I'd say that's a personal problem. I'm not a religious freak, but on the other hand, I'm no screaming secular humanist, either.

I wouldn't have issues with my child being told there are alternate theories about the origins of life. I would have issues if he were told there are absolutes...what would amount to a "my way or the highway" type of education. But then again, I also believe that parents should bear the largest part of the burden for their child's education, NOT the school system.

Just sayin'.

Tech Junkies

So there's this article this morning about an AP/Ipsos poll that sez Americans are becoming high-tech junkies. Here's a graf:

The bill for being thoroughly plugged in to entertainment and communications runs more than $200 a month for a third of the households in this country. Four in 10 spend between $100 and $150 a month, according to the poll of 1,006 adults taken Dec. 13-15.

Sounds about right. I'm right at $150.00 a month when you add up the bills from cable TV (basic, not digital), internet (a 300Kb connection) and my cell phone (I don't have a land-line for what should be obvious reasons). I don't call myself a "gadget guy." I don't have a BlackBerry, an iPod, a TiVo, a stand-alone DVD player, nor an XBox or equivalent. I don't think I'm a Luddite, either. I just have no need, interest or desire for the things I don't have.

Try as I might (and I tried, believe me) I cannot find the breakdown on this poll. The Ipsos site doesn't have the data and it looks like you need to be a subscriber to get details, anyway. I think the details, rather than the generalities, of this poll would be fascinating!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The Single Best Thing I've Read Today

Andrew C. McCarthy, a former chief assistant U.S. attorney in New York, wrote an article in Commentary magazine titled "The Intelligence Mess: How It Happened, What to Do About It." The article was published back in April of 2004 but contains relevant information and invaluable discussion that is a great backgrounder for the current NSA kerfluffle. Mr. McCarthey led the 1995 terrorism prosecution of Sheik Omar Abdel Rahman in connection with the first World Trade Center bombing, and as such, knows a bit about the law and the intelligence community, both FBI and CIA.

An excerpt:

But cataclysmic changes were ahead, and their harbinger was President Jimmy Carter’s acquiescence in the 1978 Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA). Here, for the first time, Congress and the courts undertook to regulate the gathering of national intelligence, particularly by electronic eavesdropping, against agents of hostile foreign powers. In the Nixonian afterclap, it was adjudged that the executive could not be trusted unilaterally to wield this power, which might secretly be used against political opponents.

Of course, such wiretapping was already illegal, and the Nixon experience had amply demonstrated the political price to be paid for engaging in it. No matter. Henceforth, the executive branch would not be allowed to use whatever tactics it, as the branch with the most expertise and information, determined were necessary to protect the nation. Rather, it would be compelled to go to a federal FISA court newly created for the purpose, and, as with the procedure for criminal wiretaps, it would need to establish probable cause that the target was an agent of a foreign power. Electronic surveillance would be permitted only if the judges approved.

The impact on intelligence collection was serious. Previously, it would have been laughable to suggest that foreign enemy operatives had a right to conduct their perfidies in privacy—the Fourth Amendment prohibits only "unreasonable" searches, and there is nothing unreasonable about searching or recording people who threaten national security. (The federal courts have often recognized that the Constitution is not a suicide pact.) Now, such operatives became the beneficiaries of precisely such protection. Placing so severe a roadblock in the way of a crucial investigative technique necessarily meant both that the technique would be used less frequently (thereby reducing the quantity and quality of valuable intelligence) and that investigative resources would have to be diverted from intelligence-collection to the rigors of compliance with judicial procedures (which are cumbersome).

This was only the start of the debacle. Courts and the organized defense bar soon began to ply the FISA statute with hypothetical governmental abuses. What if, they worried, a national-security wiretap yielded evidence of an ordinary crime—not an unlikely event, given that terrorists tend to commit lots of ordinary crimes, including money laundering, identity fraud, etc. This was no problem under FISA as written: intelligence agents could simply pass the information to agents of the criminal law, who could then use the damning conversations in court. But what if such law-enforcement agents, for their part, were to try to use FISA as a pretext to investigate crimes for which they themselves lacked probable cause to secure a regular criminal wiretap?

In one sense, the suggestion was not out of line—wiretap conversations are devastating evidence, and defense lawyers routinely strain to have them suppressed. But the notion was logically absurd. If a criminal investigator was going to act corruptly, it would be far easier for him to fabricate evidence showing probable cause for a regular wiretap (by pretending, for example, to have an anonymous source who had bought illegal drugs from the target) than to trump up a national-security angle necessitating an additional set of internal approvals. Nor was there any indication that such chicanery was actually afoot. But reality is rarely an obstacle for those who see life as an ongoing law-school seminar. Gradually, courts rewrote FISA, grafting onto it a so-called "primary purpose" test requiring the government to establish not only probable cause that it was targeting operatives of a foreign power but also that its real reason for seeking surveillance was counterintelligence, not criminal prosecution.
And this:

In 1995, just before trying the blind sheik (Omar Abdel Rahman) and eleven others, I duly complied with discovery law by writing a letter to the defense counsel listing 200 names of people who might be alleged as unindicted co-conspirators—i.e., people who were on the government’s radar screen but whom there was insufficient evidence to charge. Six years later, my letter turned up as evidence in the trial of those who bombed our embassies in Africa. It seems that, within days of my having sent it, the letter had found its way to Sudan and was in the hands of bin Laden (who was on the list), having been fetched for him by an al-Qaeda operative who had gotten it from one of his associates.
The conventional wisdom is our intelligence apparatus is broken. The truth is we probably don't know the half of it. Mr. McCarthy provides a brief history of, and the reasons behind, the decline of the U.S. intelligence community. He also offers opinions and specific recommendations about what can and should be done to fix it. An invaluable read.

An unintended consequence of reading this article was my increased appreciation for what the Bush Administration is doing to correct the deficiencies Mr. McCarthy describes. The flip side of that coin is the increase in the scorn and contempt I feel for those who actively undermine the President at every turn. Although I try to tell myself "reasonable people can disagree on these issues," I keep coming back to the conclusion that the President's detractors aren't reasonable people at all.

h/t: Neo-neocon. If you don't read this woman, you should begin today. Bookmark her.

Two More Interesting Items on Surveillance

James S. Robbins in NRO:

So how do the revelations in the Times help the terrorists? Think it through — if you were a terrorist and you believed (as most people seem to) that the NSA would ignore your communications if they crossed U.S. borders, your best move would be to set up communications relay stations inside the U.S. Terrorists are well known for their ability to find and exploit loopholes in our laws, and this would be a natural. For all we know our intelligence agencies have been exploiting these types of communications for years without the terrorists knowing it. Now they will fall silent, because now the bad guys know better. So New York Times writer James Risen will sell his book, the Times will increase circulation, politicians will beat their breasts and send out fundraising letters, and who will pay in the end?

You can answer that one.
Kevin Drum, in The Washington Monthly:

It seems clear that there's something involved here that goes far beyond ordinary wiretaps, regardless of the technology used. Perhaps some kind of massive data mining, which makes it impossible to get individual warrants? Stay tuned.
In the end, these two points illustrate perfectly why the NYT's disclosure is so devastating. First and foremost, our ability to exploit Al Qaeda communications has been dealt a severe blow. I'd give you a dollar to a donut Robbins is right on the money. The bad news is our abilities have been compromised. The good news is it will take AQ a lot of time and effort to reconstitute communications and develop alternate networks and/or means of coordinating activities.

I also believe Drum is on to something, as well. The NSA is, above all else, a technical organization. The NSA employs the best and brightest minds in the spook world to develop systems and methodologies to exploit and decipher communications, with an emphasis on decipher. Thank God the NSA is usually very closed-mouth and tight-lipped. If the the NYT's source (leaker) came out of NSA, that person is facing some serious jail time, as well he or she should. One just knows all Hell is breaking out in Fort Meade, as we speak.

Who Left the 'Gate Open?

"Snoopgate." If I weren't part and parcel of the generation in question I'd fervently pray that all journalists of whatever medium, assorted pundits, and real-world people who feel compelled to append "gate" to the scandal-du-jour die a horrible and prolonged death. Painfully. Horribly so. Maybe we could burn them at the stake. Nothing I can come up with, in terms of horrible death, seems appropriate. I'm just SO damned sick of GATE!

There. I don't feel any better, but at least I've said it.

As to the article referenced above: Ho Hum. Just another hit piece from a guy who writes shite like this. The only interesting thing in the Newsweek column is the revelation that the President "summoned" the publisher and the editor of the NYT to the White House and asked them not to publish the article. But not on national security grounds, mind you. Bushitler just wanted to ward off his impeachment, which will happen as soon as the opposition gains control of the House, doncha know.

And so it begins. Resurrecting Viet Nam ain't enough. We need a replay of Watergate, too. My God, but I am sick to death of this krep.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Robert Bork on "Original Understanding"

Nope, I'm not misquoting the man. As Steve Green sez, "(Bork) just scored some major points."

Me? I'm having a seasonal toddy: Glenlivet and egg nog. My second of the evening.

Don't smirk; it's not becoming.

Wiretapping and FISA, Explained

Why did the President authorize the NSA to conduct surveillance on U.S.-based communications?

People familiar with the process say the problem is not so much with the court itself as with the process required to bring a case before the court. "It takes days, sometimes weeks, to get the application for FISA together," says one source. "It's not so much that the court doesn't grant them quickly, it's that it takes a long time to get to the court. Even after the Patriot Act, it's still a very cumbersome process. It is not built for speed, it is not built to be efficient. It is built with an eye to keeping [investigators] in check." And even though the attorney general has the authority in some cases to undertake surveillance immediately, and then seek an emergency warrant, that process is just as cumbersome as the normal way of doing things.

Lawmakers of both parties recognized the problem in the months after the September 11 terrorist attacks. They pointed to the case of Coleen Rowley, the FBI agent who ran up against a number roadblocks in her effort to secure a FISA warrant in the case of Zacarias Moussaoui, the al Qaeda operative who had taken flight training in preparation for the hijackings. Investigators wanted to study the contents of Moussaoui's laptop computer, but the FBI bureaucracy involved in applying for a FISA warrant was stifling, and there were real questions about whether investigators could meet the FISA court's probable-cause standard for granting a warrant. FBI agents became so frustrated that they considered flying Moussaoui to France, where his computer could be examined. But then the attacks came, and it was too late.
It's all about speed.

Byron York, in National Review. Via RealClearPolitics.

And for an very detailed, if not exhaustive, analysis of the applicable laws surrounding this issue, no one does it better than the guys at Volokh. Be prepared to read for an hour or more.

An Animated Storybook

Via blogdex: It's a Wonderful Internet!

Very Cool.

Last Night's Speech, Today's Press Conference

I watched both, paying much more attention to last evening's speech than today's presser. My opinion? The President did a pretty good job. I'm one of many who wishes the President had the eloquence of a Tony Blair or a Winston Churchill. Still, even if the man stumbles all-too-frequently on his words, I admire the force of his will and his tenacity. Those qualities go a long way towards making up for his speaking deficiencies.

Some good discussion on last night's speech and today's press conference:

Lori Byrd, over at PoliPundit. Don't miss her comments on today's press conference, either. Good links to follow, too.

Betsy Newmark has great comments-on-a-comment, here. She takes exception to the hyperbolic "police state" rhetoric flowing out of the pages of the press these days. Sample:
If a reporter, even a TV reporter, can't see the difference between the Patriot Act and how the Ba'athists or Zarqawi supporters would crush dissent, then the guy should take a break from writing while he goes out and finds a clue. I would point out to Mr. Shales that the so-called "draconian" Patriot Act has been in effect for over four years and I haven't noticed that dissent against Bush has been crushed. Could Mr. Shales please point out all those who, opposing Bush and the war in Iraq, have been arrested, thrown in a dungeon, tortured, had their tongues ripped out, their families attacked, and daughters raped?
Those dissenters are in one of The Chimp's secret European prisons, no doubt. Wise up, Betsy!

Michelle Malkin live-blogged the presser. Once again, a collection of good links to follow, incuding a transcript of the press conference.

That should keep ya busy for a while!

I'm Better This Time...

But not much. The Zark-Man has a new (12/15) "Special Iraq Election Coverage" post up over at IowaHawk, complete with a separate link to a live-feed to the Exploding Donkey Martyrdom Operation (NOT safe for work!).

Aside from an f-bomb or six and other colorful language, the IowaHawk link is safe. And funny. Hilarious!

A VERY Late Night for the House

Of Representatives, that is. I'm on my way to bed around 0115 this morning and click the channel one up from the Weather Channel to C-SPAN. I was very surprised to see the House in session at 0315 EST, and a little "live" logo in the upper right corner of the screen, so I know it's not taped.

And guess who I saw?

My favorite congresswoman...Nancy Pelosi! What a rare treat! Ms. Pelosi read me a nursery rhyme before I turned in, from Mother Goose ...
Christmas is a comin' and the geese are getting fat
Please put a penny in a poor man's hat
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do
If you haven't got a ha'penny, then God Bless You!
Wow! Thanks, Nancy! I immediately turned the TV off just as she began her anti-Rethuglican rant and went to sleep. I did catch her saying something about "Shame! Shame!" before the remote went {click}...

But the House stayed up...all the way past 0600, according to the NYT. There were some positive results.
Working through the night, the House early today voted to open the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to oil drilling as part of a military measure and narrowly approved a $40 billion budget-cutting plan as bleary-eyed lawmakers concluded a marathon weekend session.

The Pentagon spending bill, adopted on a 308-106 vote shortly after 5 a.m., also included a $29 billion hurricane recovery package for the Gulf Coast, a $3.8 billion proposal to prepare for a potential flu pandemic and a 1 percent across-the-board cut that shaved a total of about $8 billion from current federal spending.
...

The budget cuts were approved 212-206 just after 6 a.m. After assembling the budget plan Sunday, congressional Republicans had pegged the savings over five years at nearly $42 billion but last-minute changes on health and agricultural policy made to attract more votes lowered the figure to $39.7 billion - about $10 billion below the initial House target. The Senate could take the measure up as early as today.
It's nice to see our Congresspeople hard at work to get things wrapped up before the holidays. Things that should have been done, oh, say, TWO MONTHS AGO. But, what the Hay. Everyone needs to pull an all-nighter every once in a while. Impresses the Hell out of the constituents, I suppose.

Uh Oh, Part Deux

As is the case a lot (most?) of the time, last night's weather report was pessimistic. I raised my blinds about ten minutes ago and looked out upon a very gray day, but no ice, no fog. It's 36 degrees, chilly but not that bad.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Uh Oh

I was gonna put up a post this past week about ice storms and the fact we don't have them here on the High Plains of New Mexico. I'm glad I didn't put that post up. Tomorrow's forecast:

"Cloudy with light freezing rain in the morning. Areas of fog early. High 48F. Winds S at 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precip 40%."
There's also this cute little graphic of a black cloud spitting rain with the word "Ice" overlayed on the cloud. The legend says "AM Ice."

Oh, Joy. Glad I'm not going anywhere.

Snarky, but Somewhat Interesting

Home is Where You Park It (Click for Larger)

The German Ambassador and his wife tour the Northeast US in an RV.

I was drawn to this article for obvious reasons: I'm what's known in the RVing community as a "full-timer," that is, I live in my RV full-time. The Ambassador's wife was not impressed with her short stint in an RV or her experiences with RV parks. My experience has been just the opposite.

I've traveled from coast-to-coast and border-to-border in my RV, most often alone, but accompanied by my middle son, his wife, and my two granddaughters (at the time, I now have four granddaughters!) on one memorable 30-day trip from Seattle to Upstate NY. I can say without reservation: There's no better way to see America. You CAN take it with you!

Against All Enemies, Foreign or Domestic

The WaPo, in an article today ("Pushing the Limits Of Wartime Powers"), discusses Friday's revelation that the NSA has been engaged in monitoring domestic communications:
The president's emphatic defense yesterday of warrantless eavesdropping on U.S. citizens and residents marked the third time in as many months that the White House has been obliged to defend a departure from previous restraints on domestic surveillance. In each case, the Bush administration concealed the program's dimensions or existence from the public and from most members of Congress.

...

Since October, news accounts have disclosed a burgeoning Pentagon campaign for "detecting, identifying and engaging" internal enemies that included a database with information on peace protesters. A debate has roiled over the FBI's use of national security letters to obtain secret access to the personal records of tens of thousands of Americans. And now come revelations of the National Security Agency's interception of telephone calls and e-mails from the United States -- without notice to the federal court that has held jurisdiction over domestic spying since 1978. (emphases mine)

Just what did the President say? This, in part:

The activities I authorized are reviewed approximately every 45 days. Each review is based on a fresh intelligence assessment of terrorist threats to the continuity of our government and the threat of catastrophic damage to our homeland. During each assessment, previous activities under the authorization are reviewed. The review includes approval by our nation's top legal officials, including the Attorney General and the Counsel to the President. I have reauthorized this program more than 30 times since the September the 11th attacks, and I intend to do so for as long as our nation faces a continuing threat from al Qaeda and related groups.

The NSA's activities under this authorization are thoroughly reviewed by the Justice Department and NSA's top legal officials, including NSA's general counsel and inspector general. Leaders in Congress have been briefed more than a dozen times on this authorization and the activities conducted under it. Intelligence officials involved in this activity also receive extensive training to ensure they perform their duties consistent with the letter and intent of the authorization.
(again, emphases mine)
It appears to me the administration covered its bases as far as (a) informing the Congress of ongoing surveillance activities and (b) reviewing and certifying surveillance actions are being conducted in accordance with the law. It also appears to me the administration was proactively trying to correct one of the principal findings of the 9/11 Commission, that being the "stove-piping" of intelligence information and the lack of coordination between Federal intelligence and law enforcement agencies, long before the findings of said commission were finalized and made public. Additionally, it's been noted in testimony before Congress that the FBI, the federal agency authorized to investigate and monitor domestic threats, has been sorely lacking the technical means and capabilities to effectively conduct domestic surveillance.

While the FBI has always been among the world's best collectors of information, for a variety of historical reasons, the Bureau never established a formal infrastructure to exploit that information fully for its intelligence value. Individual FBI agents have always capably analyzed the evidence in their particular cases, and then used that analysis to guide their investigations. But the FBI as an institution never elevated that analytical process above the individual case or investigation to an overall effort to analyze intelligence and strategically direct intelligence collection.

Today, an enterprise-wide intelligence program is absolutely essential. The threats to the homeland are not contained by geographic boundaries and often do not fall neatly into investigative program categories. Consequently, threat information has relationships and applicability that crosses both internal and external organizational boundaries. Counter-terrorism efforts must incorporate elements from -- and contribute toward -- counter-intelligence, cyber, and criminal programs. In order to respond to this changing threat environment, we are building our capabilities to fuse, analyze and disseminate our related intelligence, and to create collection requirements based on our analysis of the intelligence gaps about our adversaries. (Robert S. Mueller, III, Director, FBI. Before the Select Committee on Intelligence of the United States Senate, February 24, 2004)
Doesn't it seem prudent and necessary for the President to leverage existing technical means to conduct surveillance designed to identify and eliminate domestic threats to national security? Especially if the agency charged with conducting said surveillance (the FBI) lacked the necessary means to do so? If we had suffered another attack, post-9/11, and it became apparent the government had existing means to identify threats through surveillance and monitoring but did not do so, would the President have been held responsible? You know the answer to that question.

All officers of the Federal government, including the President, swear an oath "...that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign or domestic..." It's a sad fact of life that some American citizens are "domestic enemies." It would be irresponsibility of the highest order to give these enemies a free hand to conduct operations against the United States, from within the United States. Let's keep our perspective, here.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Random Thoughts...

The ol' RV is gonna smell good in about an hour, it's already on the way. That pot of navy beans I was talking about here is simmering away right now; they'll be ready to eat around 6:00 or so. I finally got off the dime yesterday, drove over to Clovis, ran the Green Hornet through the car wash to wash off two weeks worth of accumulated dust, and went to Albertson's. Sho nuff, they had enough smoked ham hocks to feed a brigade. And a beautiful Chocolate Decadence layer cake in the bakery that kept whispering "Buck...over here...take me home...take me home." So I did. Mmmm, mmmm, mmm...

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One of the better things about having a desktop (as opposed to a laptop) as my main box is I can listen to internet radio again. Not that I couldn't listen on the laptop, but those tiny lil speakers, coupled with a very anemic audio amp, made listening to anything very frustrating. It's all better now.

Now playing: KPFT, Pacifica Radio's Houston affiliate.

Upside: great blues, "deep" album tracks, Texas music, and no commercials. Examples this morning: Dylan's "Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat," Neil Young's "Pocahontas" Joni Mitchell's "River," and new tunes I hadn't heard from Omar and the Howlers and Joe Ely.

Downside: Serious moonbat political rants. And boy-howdy, I DO mean serious! Gotta hit mute a lot, but the music's worth it. Example: So many snarky comments about being spied on by the CIA/NSA this morning. Yeah, right. I'm sure the NSA is listening right now; black helicopters to follow...

It's a fact of life: Liberals do music a whole better than conservatives, the classical genre excepted. And it's not an age thing, either. There's a lot of old hippies on KPFT, not so many young uns. If you want to argue that, I'm all ears.

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More Fun with Site Meter, Great Disappointments Dept: I'm Number 10 on a search for " 'hillary andrews' AND 'naked' "; Number One on a search for " 'women porn nm' near Portales, New Mexico" And they clicked through!

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I heard on KPFT that Dubya admitted to authorizing the NSA to monitor US-originating communications during his weekly Saturday radio broadcast. I watched The Prez on The News Hour last night and he resisted Jim Lehrer's questioning on the subject, and Mr. Lehrer was persistent! I may or may not check this out. One tires of politics, or at least I do, all the time. We all need a break from time to time.

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Is your Christmas shopping done? Mine is; made my final purchase Thursday. For the seventh straight year I did all my shopping on-line. I hate malls. I hate to shop. I don't shop, I buy. I know what I want, I know where it is (usually), I'm the ultimate "get in, get out" kind of guy.

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And that's it...for a while!

Friday, December 16, 2005

Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine, III

The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)

Houston, Texas. April, 2000.

It’s somewhere just after 9:00 p.m., the weather is warm and humid, and he’s almost, but not quite, lost. He’s on the bike, riding slowly up and down dark streets in Houston’s warehouse district, looking for a small club. Even though he has the bar’s address and called ahead for directions, he’s still disoriented. Building numbers seem non-existent in this neighborhood, and there’s no one on the street he can ask for directions. He looks down the block ahead and sees three people get out of a car and go into a doorway. Aha! This may be it!

Sure enough. There’s a very small sign over the door, and a window that looks in to what is clearly a small bar. He parks the bike, pulls off his helmet, straightens up a bit, goes inside and orders a beer.

The first part of the mission is a success. He’s found it, and he was warned it wouldn’t be easy! The Mission? Find this bar in the warehouse district. Listen to a band fronted by a woman guitarist, described to him as "a young Bonnie Raitt." He was talking to a guy at an outdoor Warren Zevon concert last week and asked the guy where he went and who he liked, once they decided they had similar tastes. The guy suggested this place, this band. The Bonnie Raitt comparison was a bit off base. Our band’s leader ain’t the guitar player Bonnie is, but the woman DOES have a great band with a very eclectic repertoire. She plays lead on a Stratocaster, does a little bottle-neck work, and has a damned fine blues voice. The band also has two other guitarists that trade off playing rhythm and lead with each other, plus a bass player, a conga player, and a drummer. The drummer is in his 50s, the rest of the crew are between 20 and 30-somethings.

The band does three sets, beginning at 10:30 p.m. and ending around 3:00 a.m.. This bar is a small club, holding about 60 people comfortably. There are about 80 people in the audience for the first set (SRO, obviously) and the audience dwindles slowly throughout the evening, until only about 25 folks are left by the end of the last set. It really isn’t that small of an audience, considering it’s a weeknight. The first set is OK, but our man isn’t that impressed. The band plays a lot of original stuff, which is good in one respect (new music!), but bad if you want to sing along and boogie.

The first break comes around 11:45. Since it’s late and the first set was just OK, he thinks about going home, but doesn’t. Something about this place feels right, so he stays.

The club is laid out much differently than most bars he’s been in. The bandstand is quite small, as is the dance floor; “cozy” is the word that comes to mind, crowded is another. Behind the bandstand is a garage door (really!) that opens up into a patio area that is at least three times as large as the club itself. The patio is spacious, a courtyard, actually, with large arching trees and large terra cotta planters with lush flower arrangements in them. There are two picnic tables and perhaps six round wrought iron tables with wrought iron chairs at each table. Much different than the interior of the bar and not at all what you’d expect by looking at this place from the street.

When the band goes on break, they put their instruments down, raise the garage door and walk off the back of the stage out on to the patio. The audience just walks across the stage and follows the band outside. Our friend goes to the men's room. When he comes out, the club is empty…everyone is on the patio. He follows. Once outside, he lights a cigar and chats with a couple of girls. He notices several small groups are passing cigarettes around between themselves, and the butts don't have filters. He walks over to the group with one of the guitar players in it and begins making small talk with him. The joint comes to the guitar player, he hits it, passes it to our friend and they just keep right on talking. No big deal, just your average "go on break, have a smoke" kind of thing. The break lasts at least a half hour and the joints just keep appearing and circulating. Lots of laughter, lots of good conversation. And then the band drifts back inside and it’s time for the second set.

The second set is a real ass-kicker…our front-woman leads off with Neil Young's "Let's Go Downtown." The song is a real rocker and is a two or three minute cut on the Young album, but the band turns it into a boogie jam that lasts quite a while (10 minutes? Who knows?). The audience knows all the words; there’s lots of singing along, lots of dancing. And then a smooth, seamless segue into Chuck Berry's "Memphis" without a hint of a stop… the band plays on. After about six or seven added choruses, she slows the pace down a bit with Jerry Garcia's "Deal." By this time, our friend is really knocked out…hooked…on-board for the whole tour! The second set goes until about 1:30, and then everyone (only about 35 or 40 people, at this point) adjourns to the patio area again. Same drill, more conversation, more laughter, more joints.

The final set begins around 2:00 or so, just before last call. The band plays until 3:00, which is probably just this side of the law. It’s an understatement to say our friend feels pretty good as he walks out of the bar into the warm night. Not sloppy drunk, mind you, just feeling very good!

He sits down on the curb beside the bike and smokes a cigar for about 15 minutes, debating whether to ride home or call a cab. After the cigar is done he looks around, surveying the territory once again. The warehouse district is a "not-so-nice" part of town, motorcycles are easily stolen and he wonders if he could even get a taxi to answer a call this late, in this place.

His head is relatively clear by this point, so he reluctantly decides to ride home…slowly and carefully... staying on city streets all the way back to the park. It’s an uneventful ride, almost zero traffic and no cops.

He gets home around 3:45, goes to bed around 4:15, and sleeps very late the next morning, lulled in and out of sleep by the sound of heavy rain that moves through Houston from around daybreak until 10:00 a.m.. He wakes up with a clear head and makes the coffee. No hangover. Zip. Nada. It turned out to be a great day.

WSIGM I
WSIGM II

NYT 1, Administration 0

I thought the timing was fishy. The AP reports:

The Senate on Friday refused to reauthorize major portions of the USA Patriot Act after critics complained they infringed too much on Americans' privacy and liberty, dealing a huge defeat to the Bush administration and Republican leaders.

...

But the Patriot Act's critics got a boost from a New York Times report saying Bush authorized the National Security Agency to monitor the international phone calls and international e-mails of hundreds — perhaps thousands — of people inside the United States. Previously, the NSA typically limited its domestic surveillance to foreign embassies and missions and obtained court orders for such investigations.

"I don't want to hear again from the attorney general or anyone on this floor that this government has shown it can be trusted to use the power we give it with restraint and care," said Feingold, the only senator to vote against the Patriot Act in 2001.
The renewal of the Patriot Act failed because the Republicans could not obtain the 60 votes necessary to defeat Sen. Feingold's filibuster. The final vote was 52-47 in favor of closing debate.

The WaPo has more, including quotes from various Senators regarding this morning's articles in the NYT and the Post:

Sen. Arlen Specter (R-Pa.), chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee, called the domestic spying "clearly and categorically wrong" and vowed to hold oversight hearings on the matter when the Senate reconvenes early next year after its holiday recess.

"This administration feels it is above the law, and the American people and the Constitution pay the price," said Sen. Edward M. Kennedy (D-Mass.). "There is no accountability. There is no oversight. . . . This is Big Brother run amok."

"Mr. President, it is time to have checks and balances in this country," thundered Sen. Patrick J. Leahy (D-Vt.), the Senate Judiciary Committee's top Democrat. "We are a democracy!"
A final bit of insult-to-injury gloating from the ACLU:

"Today, fair-minded senators stood firm in their commitment to the Constitution and rejected the White House's call to pass a faulty law," said Caroline Fredrickson, the director of the
American Civil Liberties Union' 's Washington legislative office. "This was a victory for the privacy and liberty of all Americans."
Don't you just hate it when that happens?

The administration has some room to manuever before the law expires at years end. The House passed a compromise extension to the Patriot Act this past Wednesday; it's possible an extension to the current law or a conference committee compromise on the House version may be enabled.
I Just Can't Keep Up...

Old news, I'm sure to those of you who are on my wavelength, but Iowahawk's favorite guest blogger put up a post on December 9th. Seems like it's all pretty much downhill for the Zark-Man, who blogs occasionally about the resistance from somewhere near Tikrit.

Life's just been hard for the boy lately.

Moonbats

via Protein Wisdom:

Top Ten Kos Kidz Reactions to Today’s Elections In Iraq

Un-flipping-believable. Make sure you read Jeff's summary of what the Lefty blogs had to say about the election. Hint: Not a lot.

He DOES Have a Point...

I enjoy reading E.J. Dionne from time to time, and my liberal friends never tire of sending me links to his columns. The man, rarely insightful but always ideological, makes at least one good point today whilst whistling past the graveyard. To wit:
Supply-siders asserted that cutting taxes on the wealthy -- and especially on savings and investment -- would help everyone, including the poor, by promoting economic growth. Tax cuts would produce so much growth that they would pay for themselves. Since government programs were flawed, private investment was always more productive than government spending. And deficits, if they did come, need not worry us very much.
and

As a result, the Republican Party is fracturing before our eyes. Moderate Republicans know these cuts in programs for the poor are unsustainable. Very conservative Republicans want to cut spending far more than the rest of the party (or its voters) will allow. Republican leaders tilt this way and that, juggling this tax cut with that spending cut. In the process, they alienate just about everybody. The old faith is dying.
Well, E.J., the tax cuts are working. The economy is incredibly healthy, booming even. And Republicans, at least some of us, are irritated at the rate government spending is growing under Mr. Bush.

Like Mark Twain, however, the reports of our death are greatly exaggerated. Keep whistling, Buddy.

Apocalypse, Soon

Read Charles Krauthammer's column. Sample:
To be sure, Holocaust denial and calls for Israel's destruction are commonplace in the Middle East. They can be seen every day on Hezbollah TV, in Syrian media, in Egyptian editorials appearing in semiofficial newspapers. But none of these aspiring mass murderers are on the verge of acquiring nuclear weapons that could do in one afternoon what it took Hitler six years to do: destroy an entire Jewish civilization and extinguish 6 million souls.

Everyone knows where Iran's nuclear weapons will be aimed. Everyone knows they will be put on Shahab rockets, which have been modified so that they can reach Israel. And everyone knows that if the button is ever pushed, it will be the end of Israel.
Scary stuff. And no one is doing a damned thing about it. No one.

This is NEWS?

Nancy Pelosi (D-SFSSR*) quoted in the WaPo about a unified Democratic position on an "Iraq Exit Strategy":

"There is no one Democratic voice . . . and there is no one Democratic position," Pelosi said in an interview with Washington Post reporters and editors.
Exactly. We have the Dean contingent of the party telling us we can't win (heavy back-pedalling here), Murtha telling us the Marines should withdraw from Iraq to Okinawa, Kerry reverting to his Winter Soldier days, and Joe Lieberman saying the President's strategy is working. I say it's a case of multiple-personality disorder, Pelosi says it's a strength. You decide.

I'm voting for more dead terrorists.

*San Francisco Soviet Socialist Republic

"Domestic Spying"

The New York Times and the Washington Post both have front-page stories this morning about the President authorizing the National Security Agency

...to rapidly monitor the phone calls and other communications of people in the United States believed to have contact with suspected associates of al Qaeda and other terrorist groups overseas, according to two former senior administration officials. Authorities, including a former NSA director, Gen. Michael V. Hayden, were worried that vital information could be lost in the time it took to secure a warrant from a special surveillance court, sources said.
The NYT is the source of this article. The Times said they delayed publishing the article for a year at the request of the administration. The other noteworthy aspect of this article is there are no "on the record" sources, everyone with supposed knowledge of the program requested anonymity.

Today's revelation doesn't sound like such a bad idea, on the surface. Time is of the essence in intelligence; minutes and hours lost matter greatly. The NSA has extraordinary technical capabilities that make the agency a natural to perform this sort of surveillance. The main issue with this revelation isn't exactly that such intelligence gathering and monitoring is going on, it's who's doing it. By law, both the CIA and the NSA are prohibited from conducting domestic surveillance except in very limited circumstances.

I find it very interesting that this story is breaking now. As the Post's article states:

The revelations come amid a fierce congressional debate over reauthorization of the USA Patriot Act, an anti-terrorism law passed after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks. The Patriot Act granted the FBI new powers to conduct secret searches and surveillance in the United States.
and

Public disclosure of the NSA program also comes at a time of mounting concerns about civil liberties over the domestic intelligence operations of the U.S. military, which have also expanded dramatically after the Sept. 11 attacks.
The House renewed the Patriot Act Wednesday; there's a threat of a filibuster in the Senate. Curious timing, indeed.

There's an additional reason I'm not too concerned (yet) about this issue.
Caroline Fredrickson, director of the Washington legislative office of the American Civil Liberties Union, said she is "dismayed" by the report.

"It's clear that the administration has been very willing to sacrifice civil liberties in its effort to exercise its authority on terrorism, to the extent that it authorizes criminal activity," Fredrickson said.
It's a good sign the ACLU is "dismayed." These days I'm FOR whatever the ACLU is AGAINST. It's not a hard and fast rule here at El Casa Pennington, just a guideline. And it's usually correct. Your Mileage May Vary.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

San Francisco's Homeless

Gerard Vanderleun has a thought provoking essay over at American Digest about SFO's homeless and the bureaucracy that "supports" them. An excerpt:
The extent to which the homeless, the hard-core unemployed, the drunk and the addicted, and general shabby personalities of all kinds are deployed about the city is something to bring even the most hard-core liberal from elsewhere up short. If the myriad policies and millions man-years of effort, coupled with untold billions of dollars in funding deployed in San Francisco over the last four decades have created the current visible result, something is seriously askew with the city's basic social engineering. It is as if the entire region has spent 40 years and 400 billion building a replica of the Golden Gate Bridge on Ocean Beach intending to span the Pacific. A good intention, but a city's gotta know its limitations.
I'm no liberal, but I too was appalled at the sheer numbers of SFO's homeless when I arrived there back in 2000. I worked in the heart of the Financial District, three doors up from the intersection of Market and Montgomery Streets. The Financial District is prime panhandling territory. It's no exaggeration to say I saw literally hundreds of homeless men and women every day.

An interesting phenomenon Vanderleun doesn't touch on is how a lot of folks "adopt" a homeless person. I had my own guy; most of my friends had theirs, too. I knew my man's name, but I've forgotten it now. We were on a first-name basis. I saw him every single working day, and every day I'd slip him a couple of bucks and a few cigarettes. We'd exchange small talk and he'd tell me of his plans to get out of the City and into a new life. It never happened. I saw him the day I left my job, and he told me, sadly, he was going to miss me. I believed him. For all I know, he's still there, still dreaming, still panhandling. At least I hope he's still there. Worse things can and do happen. Often.

I Lost My Temper

That's a pretty rare thing, these days. It wasn't always the case. In my youth I was a hothead; that's all pretty much behind me now.

Except when I read things like this:

Dishonor the soldiers?

There's an inherent honor in joining an organization that must destroy free will and independent thought in order function properly?

Sorry to disillusion you chumps, but striving to be a drone among thousands of other drones doesn't, by any logic, seem honorable does it? It seems like the the sort of endeavor that would appeal to the insecure and incompetent--Not able to go it on their own in life. Need the group identity and all that... I've known plenty of dedicated soldiers and they do have a tendency toward imbecility.

I was just reminding you that your moronic sentimments about the laughable undertaking in Iraq, and 'supporting our troops,' is actually supporting the sacrificing of these revered (by you) young people for a highly questionable cause.

For myself, I see it as a handy sort of Darwinism. We're overpopulated anyway. But the army is undermanned--I'm sure everyone who responded could come to such terms with local recruitment officers that you all could ship out within a few months and go help spread freedom. What's keeping you? Are you homosexuals? Or just dispensers of bullshit and cowards?

Site Author Email Homepage 12.14.05 - 3:06 pm
And why do I say I lost my temper? Because I posted this in reply. I'm putting it here because Dr. Sanity runs a very temperate site; she may be tempted to delete my comment. Here 'tis:
Site Author:

If you're still reading these comments I have something to say you may understand:

Them's fightin' words.

I'm one of those "third rate humans" you're going on about, what with 22 years of active duty, now retired. I'm the father of two career military officers. Any one of the three of us would dearly love to show you the errors of your thinking. Any time, any place. You name it.

Some things just cannot be debated, ya know.

Buck Pennington Email Homepage 12.16.05 - 12:25 am #
Read the comments to this post. And there's more here. Sometimes I'm beyond amazed, I'm incredulous. Where the HELL do these people come from?

The Man has a WAY with Words!

I was going to link to just one ScrappleFace post, that one being "Iraqis Vote in Droves, Bush Awaits Concession Call."

But, really. Go read, at a minimum, the first three posts on his site today. And don't be drinking anything if you want to preserve your keyboard and monitor. You've been warned!

One Month...

An anniversary, of sorts. It's been a month since I put up my first post, but only eight days since I installed Site Meter. In the last eight days I've had 252 visits and 464 page views; I obviously have no idea how much traffic I had during my first three weeks. Truth be told, I didn't want to know. Egos are fragile, male egos notoriously so. I really didn't want to know if I was or wasn't being read.

Curiosity got the better of me and I installed Site Meter. I'm glad I did; Site Meter has provided me with a lot of entertainment, especially the Google search terms where I place highly. My favorite so far? Number Three on a search for "drugs and guitar." WTF? Has Google been peeking in my windows? And without Site Meter I would have never known that folks in Singapore, Thailand, Denmark, Belgium, the UK, and New Zealand, just to name a few, have dropped in for a read.

So. I don't think my first month is all that bad, but I'm not in the same league (Hell, not even on the same planet)! as these guys. That's success.

But it's all good. Good fun, too. Thanks to all the folks that have stopped by in the past month.

Y'all come back, now, ya heah?

The Opposition Speaks

Apropos of nothing... While checking out "referring URLs" in Site Meter, I came across this:
Festivus time in Palestine

Thsi is just a quick post to remind all teh reader ship of STNDM blog that the holiday season is hear and while every one is being a consumerist capitalist swine and ading to the economical hegemony which Wallmart holds over all Americans (even neocons) their are million of Palestenian children who are too poor to get Green Day CD"s for Christmas.

It is important to remeber the plight of the opressed palestinan children who are kept in concentration camps by Israel soldiers who are totaly opressing the palestinians people and children by denying them there constitutional right (human rights ect) to have acess to constumer goods (especially culturally valuable things like music etc).

A the best way to remember the plight of palestianian children and ease there terrible burden is to donate generuosly to a charity project like my own GDCD4PCP project (Green Day CDs for Palestinian Children projecT).

Please remember that maybe for some palestinian children their may not be a Christmas this year unless you give generously so that they can have Green Day CDs for christmas!
More unintended comedy here. Or maybe this is satire? Nah. Just stupidity.

Update, 12/15/2005 7:17 p.m.: I suspect I may have been making fun of a child. All in all, this isn't good form. I encourage young people to "get involved," think about the issues, and express themselves. But, please. Use spell-check, too. It's that little icon on the "Compose" tool bar, the one with the blue check-mark and the legend "ABC." It's your friend.

Meanwhile, Right Here in New Mexico...

SANTA FE, N.M., Dec. 14 -- With sky-high ambitions and a stratospheric price tag, New Mexico committed Wednesday to building the world's first commercial "spaceport," a 21st-century airport to serve scheduled flights carrying passengers and cargo on suborbital spaceflights.

Gov. Bill Richardson (D) said the state expects to start construction in 2007 on a $250 million facility that will initially be used by British entrepreneur Richard Branson to carry passengers on his proposed Virgin Galactic airline. Virgin is accepting reservations now for sightseeing spaceflights that are scheduled to begin in late 2008.

(Article)

The facility will be located southeast of the city of Truth or Consequences. Make of that what you will.

Hard Times for Johns

The WaPo, in a lengthy (four-page) article, describes action being taken in Congress to shift the focus on enforcing prostitution laws from hookers to johns. HR 2012 (full text), introduced by Ohio representative Deborah Pryce, doesn't make solicitation a Federal Offense; rather, the bill provides funding in the form of grants to local law enforcement agencies to focus on reducing the demand side of the prostitution equation. The bill also requires the Department of Justice to provide detailed annual reports to Congress on funding activities and criminal statistics regarding prostitution.

One could make a case either for or against such legislation. I will do neither.

On the other hand, your tax dollars could be spent like this, assuming the plaintiff wins his case (and you live in Denmark).

Crazy world, ain't it?

Iraqi Voter Turnout Heavy

So say the Washington Post and The Times of London. The two papers have a slight difference in their reporting, however. The Post leads with this:


BAGHDAD, Dec. 15 -- Iraqi voters, undeterred by early violence, went to the polls in force Thursday to elect the country's new National Assembly, which in turn will ultimately form a new government.

Among the voters were many Sunni Arabs in western insurgent strongholds taking part in national elections for the first time, in contrast to previous election boycotts by Sunnis.

If I read the news reports correctly, "violence" means a single mortar or rocket shell landed in the Green Zone as the polls opened; no casulties reported. An Iraqi hospital guard was also killed in Baghdad. Overall, turnout is reported as "high" and Sunni "insurgents" have declared an election day moratorium on attacks.

The Times opens with a contrasting description of last January's election and then goes on to say:

As Iraqis prepare to cast their ballots today, there is already a tangible sense that they have reached a milestone, not only in Iraq’s history, but also in the region’s.

...

But today, if predictions are correct, more than 70 per cent of Iraq’s 15.5 million eligible voters will cast their ballots, selecting 275 representatives in Parliament from more than 7,000 candidates. That would far exceed the turnout in most Western democracies, including Britain and America.

The polls are still open. This is, as Drudge would say, "developing."

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The Last of Four

I didn't watch the President's speech in real-time today, but I read the full text. I also haven't read the blogosphere's reaction to the speech, but I will, in good time. I did read the Associated Press' wire report on the speech, more on that blurb in a moment. But first...

I don't believe the President said much, if anything, new in today's speech. There was this little item, however:

One of the blessings of our free society is that we can debate these issues openly, even in a time of war. Most of the debate has been a credit to our democracy, but some have launched irresponsible charges. They say that we act because of oil, that we act in Iraq because of Israel, or because we misled the American people. Some of the most irresponsible comments about manipulating intelligence have come from politicians who saw the same intelligence we saw, and then voted to authorize the use of force against Saddam Hussein. These charges are pure politics. They hurt the morale of our troops. Whatever our differences in Washington, our men and women in uniform deserve to know that once our politicians vote to send them into harm's way, our support will be with them in good days and bad, and we will settle for nothing less than complete victory. (emphases mine)
Those remarks are aimed primarily at Mssrs. Dean, Reid, Kerry, Murtha, and Madame Pelosi; and to a lesser extent the bomb-throwers on the Left, primarily the MoveOn, kossack, DU, and Code Pink crowds. All of the intended recipients of the President's remarks are completely tone-deaf; I don't expect anything other than more nay-saying political point scoring exercises in response. Case in point; the AP, in its wire report on today's speech, quotes Senator Kennedy (D-Chappaquidick):
"There was no reason for America to go to war when we did, the way we did, and for the false reasons we were given," said Sen. Edward Kennedy (news, bio, voting record), D-Mass.
::sigh:: I suppose I'll find similar, if not worse, comments from the Democrats' leaders once I go looking.

Now, about that AP wire report. Factual? Yes. I cannot argue that; there are no glaring errors or misinterpretations. Tone? Awful. Borderline disrespectful. Al-Jazeera could have done no worse.

Why do I think this? To begin, let's just take the way the writer addresses, or names, the President of the United States. She uses the term "Bush" 13 times in her article and the lower case title "president" seven times. "The President?" Once, in the lead sentence. "Mr. Bush?" Zero, as in: nil, naught, none. Just "Bush." My copy of the AP style manual is 20 years old, so I'm not going to dig it out. But I know we used to use, at the very minimum, the title "Mr," "Mrs," or "Miss" (now "Ms" to be PC) when referring to public figures. Ms. Loven is being, at the very least, disrespectful to the office of the president of the United States, if not the man himself.

Tone is important, tone sets the perception about an individual's, or an organization's credibility. Disrespect, even minor disrespect, as is evident in Ms. Loven's writing, does not enhance her credibility.

There's this:

"The president's mea culpa was accompanied by a robust defense of the divisive war."
"Mea culpa?" Is the man in the dock? Why not "acceptance of responsibility?" Why not "statement accepting responsibility?" "You're guilty, Bush, and it's time you gave us that mea culpa!" And "divisive war?" Isn't just plain old "war" good enough? Or if one wants differentiate between Iraq, Afghanistan, and the general war against radical Islam, one could simply say "Iraq war." But, no! We must be reminded the war is "divisive."

One more thing, and then I'll stop. Deconstructing the AP isn't all that rewarding, but it is kinda fun.

"(Mr. Bush's speeches)...included descriptions of fixes for early mistakes and sober assessments of remaining challenges.

That reflects the majority of Americans who, confronted with daily doses of bad news and rising death counts in Iraq, disapprove of Bush's policies there and question the outlook for victory. For instance, a new poll by the Pew Research Center for the People & the Press found that most people see progress in areas such as establishing democracy and training Iraqi security forces but are split on whether the United States is defeating the insurgents.
Oh, that's rich. Ms. Loven apparently has no sense of irony. Who confronts the majority of Americans "with daily doses of bad news and rising death counts in Iraq?" Might it be you and your peers at the AP, the NYT, the LAT, the BBC, and Al-Jazeera, Ms. Loven? When you're feeding the people their daily dose of gore and mayhem, do you expect them to be optimistic? Of course you don't. That's not your intent, after all. Let's look at your track record for one day this year (link, but hurry, publicly available WSJ articles expire in about a week):

About a year ago, concerned that he might have been exaggerating when he made this assertion on the basis of his "gut feeling," Mr. Chrenkoff decided to check it out more scientifically. So he did "a little tally" of the stories published or broadcast all over the world on a single average day (which happened to be Jan. 21, 2005). Here are some of the numbers that, with the help of the Google News Index, he was able to report from that one day:

2,642 stories about Condoleezza Rice's confirmation hearings, in the context of grilling she has received over the administration's Iraq policy.
1,992 stories about suicide bombings and other terrorist attacks.
887 stories about prisoner abuse by British soldiers.
216 stories about hostages currently being held in Iraq.
761 stories reporting on activities and public statements of insurgents.
357 stories about the antiwar movement and the dropping public support for involvement in Iraq.
182 stories about American servicemen killed and wounded in operations.
217 stories about concerns for fairness and validity of Iraqi election (low security, low turnout, etc.).
107 stories about civilian deaths in Iraq.
123 stories noting Vice President Cheney's admission that he had underestimated the task of reconstruction.
118 stories about complicated and strained relations between the U.S. and Europe.
121 stories discussing the possibility of an American pullout.
27 stories about sabotage of Iraqi oil infrastructure.

As against all this, the good news made a pathetic showing:

16 stories about security successes in the fight against insurgents.
7 stories about positive developments relating to elections.
73 stories about the return to Iraq of stolen antiquities.
Obviously, then, the reporters and their editors in the mainstream media have been working overtime to show how badly things have been going for us in Iraq.

No slant there, eh?

In an interview with the President today, Fox News' Brit Hume asked Mr. Bush what his greatest fear was. I'm paraphrasing here, but the President responded to the effect that his greatest fear was "the American people will lose their will in this fight." When the majority of Americans get their "daily doses of bad news and rising death counts in Iraq" from the AP and their ilk, Mr. Bush is right on target. One should be very afraid.

She Was a MONSTER...

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R. Lee Ermey (Mail Call) did one of his periodic hour-long shows last evening; the subject of which was the B-52. As usual, Ermey provided quite a bit of background, including an extensive history of the BUFF, Minot AFB, Strategic Air Command, and a good biographical summary of SAC's architect, Curtis LeMay. Part of the historical background included file footage of the B-52's predecessor, the B-36.

That file footage fired off some long-dormant synapses in the ol' brain.

Travis AFB, 1951 - 1952.

My father was stationed at Travis during that time, and my family lived in base housing. The neighborhood boys and I used to ride our bikes all over the base...down to the BX, the theatre for Saturday matinees, over to the flight line, and out to the end of the runway to watch planes take off. The take-offs were the best. Especially B-36 take-offs.

I was always one of a gaggle of small boys, standing beside our Schwinns about 200 yards from the end of the runway. We always stood silent, pie-eyed in wonder and awe at the spectacle before us. We were silent because talk was literally impossible; we could have screamed at each other and we wouldn't have heard a word over the incredible noise made by the combination of six huge Pratt and Whitney piston engines and four GE jet engines winding up in front of us. Each one of those Pratts put out 3,800 hp! The ground literally shook, and when I say "shook," that's exactly what I mean...as in earthquake. The exquisite, Norse-god like sound and feel of large reciprocating mass is simply unbelieveable. Nothing compares, there are no modern analogues.

We'd put our fingers in our ears and wait. After about 30 seconds of engine run-up, the big bomber would begin to move, imperceptably at first, speed increasing to a crawl, then a walk, then a run. Sometimes we'd have to brace ourselves against the prop wash, even at that distance, depending on where we were standing. Most of the time we'd stand off to the side, becaue prop wash isn't pleasant. A minute or two later the bomber would lift off the runway and disappear into the sky, trailing sooty black exhaust from the jets on the ends of the wings. Our ears would ring for five minutes after the plane was gone.

To the best of my knowledge, this is the only remaining large piston-engined bomber still flying. I saw her back in the early '90s when she flew into the Detroit area, along with a B-25, for an airshow. And I told my buddy about standing at the end of the runway at Travis after we watched her leave. "Just imagine," I said, "add two more Pratts and four jets to the sound we just heard..." I wonder if he could. Imagine, that is.

Taking a Break from Political Stuff...

Front page of the WaPo:
The Airwaves, They Are A-Changin'

Bob Dylan -- singer, songwriter, former counterculture figure and voice of a generation -- has added another line to his rsum: radio DJ.

The enigmatic troubadour has signed on to host a weekly show on XM Satellite Radio, the D.C.-based pay-radio provider. Dylan will select the music, offer commentary, interview guests and answer e-mail from listeners during the one-hour program, which will start in March, XM said yesterday.

Yet another reason to get down to Wally-World and buy that in-home XM receiver I've been thinking about for over six months. The Captain got XM in his Denali (it's actually my daughter-in-law's Denali, The Captain drives a GMC truck) last spring and we listened to XM almost exclusively during this summer's jaunt from Salt Lake City to Bath, Maine and back. XM is SO good that we listened to just one CD during the whole trip, and that one CD was because XM played a cut off the self-same John Hiatt album we had with us. And now Bob's on...

Pop Notes:

Jesse Helms is a U2 groupie. The uber-conservative former Republican senator from North Carolina dined with singer and activist Bono before the band's performance in Charlotte on Monday. The unlikely pair met several years ago and have since become close allies in the fight against the AIDS epidemic in Africa.
That's it, just what you see above. Nothing else. Has Bono lost street-cred? First the White House, now Jesse Helms? I mean, How could you! [ed: you said you were taking a break... I know, shaddup, already]

Tech:

CANNES, France -- On this rocky stretch of Mediterranean coast, playground for the glitterati, where the day begins with lunch and lunch gives way to a nap, cocktails and the discotheque, France is attacking its national unemployment crisis with a dream that seems positively un-French: It aims to cultivate a new Silicon Valley.
At a research-and-development park overlooking the sea, scientists in futuristic campuses develop a system that could allow doctors to monitor patients' vital signs and drug regimens at home. Others master technology allowing shipping companies to track inventory on rail, road and sea. Lunch is rushed. Coffee is carried to labs in paper cups. Talk is of wireless and satellite, of Internet protocol and the architecture of computer chips.

...

The notion of a notoriously bureaucratic French government stage-managing innovations in the high-tech sector -- typically known for fierce competition and a libertarian ethos -- seems paradoxical. But in France, business remains a risk-averse activity in which industry looks to the government for succor. Proponents say this is precisely what makes the initiative necessary: France has proven skilled at research but weak at transforming ideas into money -- a step requiring government orchestration.
Well, now. It starts out good, n'est ce pas? I mean, given the choice of working in Cannes or, say, Cupertino, Redwood City, or anywhere on Route 128, what would you choose? Then they go and screw it all up by bringing in the gub'mint. The French gub'mint! Zut, alors!

And finally...Crime in Clovis! (Clovis is 19 miles up the road from Portales. Thought you might wanna know.)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The British Ambassador to Poland, Unplugged

Once again, via OxBlog (with little comment)

I can't imagine, nor recall, anything like this ever happening in the US. If ever there was a classic example of the maxim "all e-mail is public," then this is it. From the Times of London, two paragraphs from a private note sent by Her Majesty's Ambassador Charles Crawford to two colleagues:

I am being asked to give more UK taxpayers money to an EU which for years can not produce properly audited accounts. Mon ami Jacques with the support of most of you is nagging me to give the EU more money while the refusing to surrender an inch or even a centimetre on the CAP - a programme which uses inefficient transfers of taxpayers money to bloat rich French landowners and so pump up food prices in Europe, thereby creating poverty in Africa, which we then fail to solve through inefficient but expensive aid programmes. The most stupid, immoral state-subsidised policy in human history, give or take Communism.

As for the new member states, we like you so much that we are proposing in the Budget a huge new transfer of funds to you on a scale which will give your people the greatest boost in 1000 years. I will be attacked by my scary new teenage Tory opposition for building roads and hospitals in Poland and Hungary, rather than in poor areas of the UK. We - unlike most other old EU MS sitting here – have opened our labour markets. HMG have created more jobs for Poles in the past year than the Polish Government. Yet not one of you nor a single newspaper in any of your capitals has expressed a single word of gratitude or appreciation for the UK position in all this. So much for solidarity.

There's little doubt every word in his note is true; bureaucracies everywhere are bad, European bureaucracies are diabolical. Not for nothing the term "Machiavellian" originated in Europe.

You really should read the whole thing. The sarcasm is brutal and beautiful.

One wonders what Tony Blair thinks. Or what he'll do. Wouldn't it be damned refreshing if Blair just came right out and said "Brilliant! I share the ambassador's views."? He'd be PM for Life.
Best Lawyer Joke I've Ever Heard

via OxBlog:
A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. Descending a bit more he shouted, "Excuse me, can you help? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago BUT I do not know where I am."

The woman replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40/41 degrees latitude, north, and 59/60 degrees west, longitude."

"You must be an Associate", said the balloonist.

"I am", replied the woman, "How did you know?"

"Well", answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct but I have no idea what to make of your information and the fact is, I am still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all, if anything, you have delayed my trip."

The woman below responded, "You must be a Partner."

"I am," replied the balloonist, "But how did you know?"

"Well," replied the woman, "You don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problem. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it is my fault."
Sounds about right, speaking as a non-barrister, but one who is very familiar with corporate hierarchies.
Christmas Cards

Do you send out stacks of Christmas cards? If you do, you're definitely in the mainstream of American life. I was going to put up a post about a dying tradition, but my premise was torpedoed after about five minutes of googling. Consider:

In 1987, the average American household received 29 pieces of Christmas mail, said U.S. Postal Service spokesman Gerry McKiernan. By 1994, the number dropped to 23. In 2002 it bounced back to 27, but a year later fell to fewer than 20 cards per household. In 2004 it rose to 21.6 cards. And this year? It is expected to remain stable at about 21.5 cards, he said. (WaPo)
My parents had a huge Christmas card list, and they received like numbers in return. Our house was literally festooned with cards...on the mantle (if the current house had one) and on every table or any other reasonably clear flat surface. Mom dreaded writing the things because it literally took her hours, nay, days, to work through the list. But she did it faithfully...year in, year out... including a mimeographed "family year-end summary" for those folks she only communicated with at Christmas. I used to think the only reason one sent cards at Christmas was to catch up with those folks you never talked to but were still on "the list." That may be true for a lot of people.

Some folks have interesting card traditions, like my buddy Greg who personally designs a new card every year and has them professionally printed. He used a photo of my infant son, reworked as a depiction of the Christ-child, as the basis for his card in 1997. The second Mrs. Pennington and I felt immensely honored!

I haven't sent a card in years. I quit doing that sometime back in the '90s, probably around the time of my divorce. Nor do I receive cards, with the exception of the one from my broker, who is faithful to the tradition. I sorta miss them. Like my parents, I arranged the cards on the mantle and around the Christmas tree. Definitely made the home very Christmasy.

Hallmark has an interesting history of Christmas cards on their web site. Good period illustrations, by decade, going back to the 20s.

And then there's this. Thanks, Microsoft. We really need more instruction in political correctness. God save us, one and all.

You're not going to get a card from me, but I can still say...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Smack Down!

He might well have said: "Just because I'm young, misinformed, and can't write worth a sh*t doesn't mean I can't express my opinion!"

Wrong. To see just how wrong the young man is, read Baldilocks. The closing paragraph:
You may think that I’m being rather hard on you, Jeremy, but there are young men your age that are at this very moment experiencing tougher things than being slapped down by women who are the age of their mothers. That’s not a slam on you for not being in the military (it’s a choice), however the duty of all good citizens is to use the weapons with which God has inclined us to pick up. Sometimes those weapons are physical; in other instances, the weapons are cerebral. Which ever weapon that God has endowed you with, don’t waste your ammo as you did here. Live, learn---and then tell.
Hopefully young Jeremy just received a much-needed wake up call. But I kinda doubt it.
Is Rummy COOL, or What?

Tim Blair, via (once again) Dr. Sanity:

Jim Lehrer interviews Donald Rumsfeld:

I looked at the public opinion polls the last, recent ones that mention you. And you don’t come out very well in terms of the public. I couldn’t find one where the public had approved of the job you were doing, less than 50 percent. Does that bother you?

And Donald Rumsfeld interviews Jim Lehrer:

If you look where the news media is, it’s down very low at the polls. If you want to get into public opinion polls, people in that business are right down near the bottom. You know that. Yeah, does it bother you?

No word on Lehrer's response.
The Penultimate Acceptable Bigotry

The Anchoress has a post up on one of my favorite topics: Liberal Intolerance. I've been going on about this subject for at least five years now, or about 20 minutes after I arrived in San Francisco back in the summer of 2000. My "Summer of Un-Love." It just seems SO strange to me that the same people who wave rainbow flags, speak lovingly of "inclusion" and multiculturalism, and go out of their way to demonstrate tolerance, are the very first to pillory (or worse) anyone who disagrees with their philosophy, even one of their own.

The Anchoress notes this phenomenon occurs on both sides of the wire, and she's right. But I'll submit it's a helluva lot more prevalent on the Left.

Inquiring minds probably want to know why I think this is the "penultimate" bigotry. Because it's OK for everyone to look down on these folks. Oops! Damn. Victimhood. But tis a 'nuther story.

via Dr. Sanity
Take Two and Call Me in the Morning...

Dr. Sanity explains how to achieve lasting victimhood, and the benefits thereof. Required reading for the oppressed and those who long to be. The article probably won't make things better for you, but that's not what you're looking for, is it? After all, you're a victim!

Monday, December 12, 2005

TV Hotties

This is not a new subject. A lot of bloggers have written on the various charms (heh) of female anchor-people, but I thought The Weather Channel might be a fresh take. Not so. I can't improve upon this. And he did it over a year ago, with good in-post pics and cool links to follow. Damn!

If you want to check out all the WX-Babes (OK...I'm not a sexist, the guys are there, too) the WX Channel has a bio page for most of their meterologists, and a gallery, too. They know what we're really watching.

The ultimate TV Hottie voyeur site is here. If you think another site is better, I'm all ears. Or eyes. Tell me! And by the way, all of this stuff is safe for work. I wouldn't want to see anyone get busted.

And I'm sure you've seen this. If you haven't seen it, you need to cut away and go look. I'll wait.

Tick, tick... Tick, tick...

Good, wasn't it?

My favorite TV Hottie? It changes. Right now it's Hillary Andrews. Or Maria Bartiromo. I'd have dinner with either of these ladies, any time. Just drop me a line.
Hockey Night in Portales!

Red Wings 3, Pittsburgh 1

Ozzie misses a shut-out with 28 seconds left in the game; Zetterberg scores 2, including a highlight-reel short-handed breakaway; and Lidstrom gets a PPG. Sidney Crosby was...uh...there. The kid is good! Most of the rest of the Penguins weren't. There. With the brilliant exception of Marc-Andre Fleury, their goalie. The score should have been more like 6-1 without Fleury's spectacular saves. The Wings outshot Pittsburgh 39-17. I feel sorry for Eddie Olczyk, although I hated him when he played for the Leafs. Rivals, ya know. Back in the day.

What a rare treat. Pop a couple of Fat Tires, sit back and enjoy. Get The Captain on the phone from time to time and actually be able to talk about the play, instead of just listen as he describes what's happening (Buck has the Center Ice package and always calls me during Wings games to give me real-time updates).

I liked it much better when ESPN had the TV contract...there were more games, better in-game and post-game commentary (by an order of magnitude), and I hate OLN's placement of the on-screen banner. I should just be thankful I get OLN; a lot of fans were left out in the cold when ESPN refused to match Comcast's offer.

But being thankful doesn't prevent me from criticizing OLN. They're lame. Bill Clement is border-line competent, but I miss Melrose. The rest of the analysts and announcers are totally forgettable, and I have. Forgotten their names, that is, assuming I ever knew them. And there's that banner, anchored in the lower left-hand side and stretching two-thirds of the way across the screen...which just happens to obscure a good part of the ice from any given camera angle. PUT IT UP TOP WHERE IT BELONGS!

Adding insult to injury is the fact SportsCenter is much less than interested in hockey these days. You're lucky to get a 15-second highlight of two games on SC these days, let alone something like NHL2Night.

OK, I'm done.

Good Game! GO WINGS!
That Nastiness in Sydney

I saw some pretty violent video last evening of police swinging batons and turning the dogs loose on beach rioters in Australia. Commentators described the recorded events as "race riots" or "drunken youth" exacting retribution on people of Middle Eastern origin or descent. After reading the AP reports I went and read the opinions of some actual Australians. Tim Blair has a great post on the subject; if you follow all or most the links you'll be there for a while. I was there for over an hour and it's very interesting reading.

Silent Running offers this:

The mob is the mob, there’s no “our” mob or “their” mob, it’s a single destructive, mindless, useless force and the cops are perfectly within their rights to baton them into submission and hurl them into the back of the paddy wagon with the rest of the local Brains Trust who thought it’d be patriotic to kick a passing girl in the head because she was different.

Now having said that, I would also be very strongly in favour of the selfsame police grabbing any “youth of a certain ethnic origin” who had just called a white Australia girl wearing a bikini a whore and a slut, or who had just bashed a guy trying to protect his girlfirend from being menaced by thugs saying they would rape her; dousing the little bastard with capsicum spray, and hauling him off for a guest appearence before the local beak alongside his equally brainless pals who’ve been doing pretty much whatever they feel like for a long time now.
A couple of American takes: one reasonable, one not. Ace has video and some good background links; the Anti-Idiotarians have creative and not-so-creative racial and religious slurs in the comments. The Nice Doggies are living proof the Right can be just as mean and nasty as the Left.

Apples and Oranges Dept.: I couldn't help but think of the last bit of civil disturbance that got international coverage, i.e., The Ritual Burning of Citroens. The scope is way different, as are the perps. But there are some commonalities: young muslim gangs, inadequate justice before the law, and assimilation (or the lack of it). I also thought it takes a helluva lot of provocation to turn the otherwise pragmatic and rational Australians into rioters.

Just sayin'.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine, II

Love Her Madly

Musashi-Koganei (Tokyo) December, 1975. Late, late at Night

At least I think it was December. It could have been November, but I don’t think so. Too early.

The room is quiet. All I can really hear are the sounds of our breathing, although I’m sure there are other sounds coming from outside the room, this is Tokyo, after all. At this time of night, however, the trains have stopped running, the buses too, and traffic is very light. Tokyo, unlike New York or many other cities, actually sleeps. Life sorta stops when the trains do.

We’re snug in her futon, the covers pulled up tight around us, our bodies intertwined. It’s chilly in the room; there’s no central heat. But we’re oh-so-warm in afterglow, our faces touching. I kiss her forehead. And then…

I say, perhaps too quietly, “I think I love you.”

I wait for her response. Fearfully. This moment can mark either a beginning or an end. I so want it to be a beginning, because I mean what I’ve just said with all my heart. There it is. I’m exposed. Naked. Reciprocation or rejection. Joy or…pain.

“Me, too.”

And my heart literally leaps. It pounds. My eyes tear up. Can this be real? Is it really, really, true? I think it is.

We talk late into the night. I sense a beginning of incredible import. Life will never be the same, ever again.

In the morning I walk to the train station light-headed, full of hope, full of joy. I can’t wait for the day to end just to be with her once more.

And so it begins.

Fast-forward 23 years. Rochester, New York. November, 1998.

The moving van pulled away from the curb not five minutes ago, loaded with baby furniture, guest room furniture, her piano, a few odds and ends, those possessions she deemed worthy enough to retain. All in all, not much.

I slam the door behind her as she and her friend walk to her truck. I’m blinded by tears. A love that spanned three continents and nearly half my life is over.

And so it ends.

Images of New Mexico

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Somewhere on US 84 in northern New Mexico. I pulled off to the side of the road to take this picture because I was simply awed by the color of the landscape. As you can see, it was a brilliant day.
Cynicism in Action

The preacher preaches, the choir responds. Here. And here.

It never stops.
Yesterday's Other Notable Passing

Eugene McCarthy, former Democratic Senator from Minnesota. Best known as the earliest of voices against the Viet Nam war, McCarthy is generally credited as the man who brought down LBJ.

Senator McCarthy certainly influenced my political development. I was a liberal back in the day, and wholeheartedly bought into McCarthy's anti-war rhetoric. After all was said and done at the 1968 Chicago Democratic convention, Hubert Humphrey won the presidential nomination. Using thought processes remarkably similar to those I employed in casting my vote in the 2004 election, I wound up voting for Nixon that year. If McCarthy had won the nomination, I just might have voted differently. After all, I was an idealist at the time. But sometimes reality overcomes idealism.

I think the operative word in the Post's obituary headline is "gentle." McCarthy was of another time, a time when political rhetoric wasn't quite as divisive, quite as strident as it is today. Don't get me wrong, there were LOTS of bomb-throwers back then, too. And, unlike today (Thank God), too much actual violence. Google "1968 Chicago Convention" if you are too young to remember. McCarthy, like other reasonable people, abhored the violence.

RIP, Gene.
Madame Secretary Speaks

Dr. Rice, in today's WaPo:

The statecraft that America is called to practice in today's world is ambitious, even revolutionary, but it is not imprudent. A conservative temperament will rightly be skeptical of any policy that embraces change and rejects the status quo, but that is not an argument against the merits of such a policy. As Truman once said, "The world is not static, and the status quo is not sacred." In times of extraordinary change such as ours, when the costs of inaction outweigh the risks of action, doing nothing is not an option. If the school of thought called "realism" is to be truly realistic, it must recognize that stability without democracy will prove to be false stability, and that fear of change is not a positive prescription for policy.
This is the type of exposition that has been sorely lacking from the Administration in the past. I hope we see more thoughtful pieces like this in the future.

Read it!
Richard Pryor

Another passing. I won't attempt to eulogize the man, others have done it far better than I could. Suffice to say he was an important voice in America, besides the fact that he was make-you-cry funny. Go here for links to some great eulogies.

You'll note there's a link at memeorandum to a post by Armando over at dKos. Armando wrote with feeling, as is his wont. He was even restrained, for once, in his Bush-bashing. The only reference he made to the Right was the mild "Not in the way Republicans want to have a "real" discussion, but in an honest way." I can recommend Armando's post.

Now, that said, more than a few of the comments to Armando's post are the usual "take any opportunity, no matter how far removed from the subject at hand, to bash the Rethugs" type. Case in point:
Same here... I grew up in a diverse neighborhood my whole life. It is this reason that I have so much disdain and dislike for the KKK, white supremacy, eugenics, intelligent design, neocons, bush, sellout shills like miller (dennis and zell), lieberman, crony capitalism, corporate welfare, wage slavery, debt slavery, the diamond trade, regressive taxes, sweat shops, the confederate flag, and the fact that there are more slaves in existance right now on earth than at any other point in human history. And americans are bitching that 'christmas is under attack'. Does ANYBODY in this country actually have their head out of their ass?
by Ghur AtteH on Sun Dec 11, 2005 at 06:56:18 AM PDT

Well, Ghur, it's obvious where YOUR head is.

RIP, Richard.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

The Strangest Thing Just Happened

I just finished an hour-long IM conversation with a 38 year old woman from India. Totally out of the blue. One is conditioned to reject unsolicited IMs; 99.99% of them are porn solicitations.

This one wasn't.

It was an hour's worth of comparative culture analysis.

Ain't technology grand?

In Full Unapologetic Ranting Cranky Old Man Mode

So, I read over at The Officers Club that the USAF has a new mission statement, to wit:
The Air Force changed its mission statement yesterday. The old MS reads:

The mission of the U.S. Air Force is to is to defend the United States through control and exploitation of air and space.

The new mission reads:

The mission of the United States Air Force is to deliver sovereign options for the defense of the United States of America and its global interests -- to fly and fight in Air, Space, and Cyberspace.
I'll begin with the only good thing about the new mission statement: at least The Management incorporated the old, unofficial mission statement: "To Fly and To Fight." So much for the good stuff.

Let's begin the rant.

Just what the HELL is a "sovereign option?" A military option that's exercised by the United States as a sovereign nation? Meaning we don't have to run it by the UN or France first? There's a good idea! Or options that are above all others, e.g., "superior" or "leading," as opposed to "ill-considered" or "secondary." I certainly HOPE we'd offer the country the best air and space defense options we have, to do less is dereliction of duty. Let's not quibble about words, however, let's just come right out and say it: It's STUPID and obfuscatory. Substituting "...deliver sovereign options for the defense of..." for the previous statement's "defend" makes the USAF sound like the freaking Chicago Board of Trade.

Let's pick a nit: how does one fly in "cyberspace?" Or, for that matter, how exactly do we fight in cyberspace? Networked video games? You can say we engage in space flight, but cyberspace-flight? Who are we trying to kid with this word? Including "cyberspace" in the mission statement isn't cutting edge, guys, it looks like what it is: a failed attempt at being cool. I can just hear it in the E-ring: "Air power is just SO passe on its own, we need something more au courant, something that sings! Let's work 21st century technology into the statement somewhere, OK? Get back to me." And so they did, by using a buzz word from the '90s. Shame on you.

And then there's this: Economy of Expression. Whenever you add 12 words to a sentence to express the same idea, you've taken a GIANT step backward. I personally think the old statement's 23 words was too verbose. 35 freaking words is beyond verbose, it's language-crime.

My last point. Anyone want to hazard a guess how many colonels and generals were tasked with writing the new statement? How much time was spent "staffing" the language and briefing it to the boss? I've played in some of these exercises, albeit at a much lower level, and I can tell you with some certainty the answer is: A LOT.

I could think of lots of better ways to burn cycles. Most of 'em have to do with winning the freaking war. Another good use of time would be convincing the doubters (senior DoD guys, congress) we absolutely need the F/A-22, in the numbers we've asked for. I use "we" because it's still MY Air Force, too.

/rant
"Psychiatry Ponders Whether Extreme Bias Can Be an Illness"

In the WaPo. Well...Duh!

That noted psychologist Lyle Lovett once observed:
I told her redneckness has got to be a disease
You catch it on your fingers and it just crawls right up your sleeves
And on the other side of the coin, one can't help but note the catastrophic effects of BDS. I see it every day. It's all just so sad. Really.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I occasionally get frustrated with small-town life. Case in point: The recent cold snap awakened a strong desire in me to whip up a big batch of an old family favorite, Navy Bean Soup. Aside from being tasty as all get-out, the place just smells so good while that pot o' soup simmers on the stove for eight hours.

So I went shopping yesterday and picked up all the necessary ingredients except one: smoked ham hocks. Believe it or don't, there are no ham hocks in all of Portales, including the Cannon AFB commissary.

I'm pretty sure I could find ham hocks over in Clovis. But do I really want to drive 40 miles round-trip just to fix a pot of beans? Decisions, decisions...
Knickers in a Twist

{Sigh} I feel like I've wasted my morning. I began my day by reading "Lieberman's Iraq Stance Brings Widening Split With His Party." A quote:

"Senator Reid has a lot of respect for Senator Lieberman," said Jim Manley, a Reid spokesman. "But he feels that Senator Lieberman's position on Iraq is at odds with many Americans."
Yeah, Ol' Joe is out of step with the MoveOn crowd, Code Pink, Cindy Sheehan, Nancy Pelosi, Howard Dean, John Kerry, and Jack Murtha. Gotta admit that. On the other hand, one is known by the company one keeps. Or doesn't.

I decided to go slumming and see what The Perpetually Offended thought about Joe. Here are two typical examples:
"At a time when the American people are turning against Bush's war for oil Lieberman is just as out of touch as those with an "R" after their names and even more so than some." (link)

"Just writing about Joe Lieberman makes me feel dirty. If you haven't been paying attention Joe has ratcheted up the administration ass kissing of late." (link)
Then I went and read a few diaries over at dKos (no link. I refuse. You know how to get there.) And it was all downhill from there.

No, wait. It wasn't all downhill. I did find this, written by an independent who is often critical of Bush:
And now, some in the party, incredibly including the Senate Minority Leader are making it inhospitable for their former Vice Presidential standard bearer, Joe Lieberman. Here's some news for them - they are not only telling Joe that the Democratic Party does not have room for his views, they are also communicating to millions of Americans who might support this war or not, but find defeat unacceptable, that they are not welcome in this exclusive political club. There are some progressive hawks in this country, but it is unlikely that they will pull the Democratic lever with the message that it is being sent by the leaders of the party.
Exactly. Or at least one hopes this is the case. It's hard to tell when the polls seem to indicate the public buys into the Dem's emerging anti-war policy. I know I wouldn't trust the defense of America to the party that essentially advocates surrender. Would you?

Friday, December 09, 2005

Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine

Love Street

Angeles City, Philippines. October, 1975 2:20 a.m.

The street below is dead quiet, even though it's the main drag just outside the gate of Clark AB. It’s long past curfew; the bars closed over two hours ago and there are no people in the street, none whatsoever. Curfew. Martial law.

The air is warm and humid, just under 80 degrees. My body has a light sheen of sweat, but it's a clean sweat with a faint odor of hotel-bathroom Ivory. There’s a half-moon overhead, obscured more often than not by fast moving low clouds. It will rain twice before I go back inside.

This is the second-story balcony of the Happy Chicks Bar, a small space with three chairs, a couple of low tables and room for four people, if you push it. The balcony’s enclosed by a low wooden railing that’s about waist-level, there’s a sloping roof overhead. There are lights out here, but they’re not on…moonlight is all we have. The woman and I are the only people on the balcony at this hour.

We’re also buck-naked.

I’m in a papa-san chair, the cotton-cushioned rattan chairs that are everywhere here. The chairs are large enough for close friends to sit comfortably together, and so we are. I’m semi-reclining, legs crossed, feet stretched out and resting on the balcony railing. She’s on her side, facing me, one leg underneath my legs, the other bent and lying over my upper legs. Her head is nestled on my shoulder, her arm lies on my chest. I adjust my position to nuzzle her hair momentarily, then drain the San Miguel I brought out with me. We've been out here for perhaps 20 minutes.

“You want another one beer?”

“Sure”

She disentangles herself, gets up, wraps a towel around her slight body, and disappears through the French doors into the dark hallway. Three minutes later she’s back with a tray holding my beer, a coke, an ashtray, and our smokes. I take my feet off the rail as she lights two cigarettes and hands one to me. I move over, turning on my side as she drops the towel on the side table and climbs back into the chair, placing the ashtray between us. She sits there, cross-legged, smoking, slowly looking me up and down. Every so often she reaches out and lightly, ever-so-lightly, touches my chest, my arm. Our eyes meet when she does that. We smile.

We’re mostly silent; her English isn’t too good, my Pilipino is non-existent. But we communicate... oh my, yes... we DO communicate. At least an hour goes by, punctuated by occasional smokes, light touches, and caresses.

“We go back my room?”

I smile and nod.

She puts the empties, the ashtray and our smokes on the tray, re-wraps herself in the towel, picks up the tray with one hand and takes my hand with the other. I follow her back inside and down the hallway to her room.

There’s light in the sky before we sleep.

(not her)
"The Only Fire Hydrant at the Westminster Dog Show"

That's how Democratic Strategist Bob Beckel described himself just now on Fox News. Beckel was appearing on John Gibson's show attempting to defend Howard Dean's remarks about that "unwinnable" war. Beckel said he's felt like this way for two days now, seeing as how he's made many appearances on the Talking Head shows this week.

Got a laugh out of me!
Inflation?

10 gallons of propane, November 30th: $19.35

10 gallons of propane, December 9th: $23.65

This could be a loooong winter.
That's Gonna Leave a Mark...

Over at The Officers' Club:

My answer: First, thanks for letting us know the counter-protest is working. We understand the enormous implications of the fight that we are in and that Code Pink's campaign to retreat is dangerous. If we "silence them" (which won't happen, they are in the business of making noise), we'll continue to show real, tangible support for the troops. Care packages, letters, patriotic displays, and most important: our allegiance to continuing the mission.

I'm a troop and I don't need Code Pink telling me that patriotism "confuses me." Code Pink does not support the military or speak for the military. They are a reactionary anti-American organization, and should be treated as such.


Do go. And click on ALL the links. AFTER you've had breakfast.
GOOD News

Peeved at Pelosi? Irritated at IEDs? Done with Dean? Well, there's LOTS of good news here!

via The Hotline's Blogometer.

Yeah, THAT UN

"They all rose."

via Lileks.
A Middie's Notes

From Notes From a Student at the Naval War College on Army Gen. Abizaid's Recent Speech:

We are winning but we have got to maintain constant pressure over time with the international community and across the US government agencies. No one is afraid that we can't defeat the enemy. Our troops have the confidence, the courage, and the competence. We need the will of the American people to be sustained for the long haul.
The first hour of call-ins to C-SPAN's Washington Journal program this morning was reserved for service members who served in Iraq. Unfortunately, I only saw the last ten minutes of the (first hour) show this morning. That will teach me to sleep in. C-SPAN usually re-runs WJ later in the day, and the entire program is available in streaming video, the day following the broadcast.

I want to see the whole thing...

Thursday, December 08, 2005

On Hockey, Steve Yzerman, and Values

This week a small story went unnoticed outside of certain circles, those circles being (in descending order) the city of Detroit, most of Canada, and hockey fans. The story:

...the news that veteran Detroit captain Steve Yzerman had withdrawn his name from Olympic consideration. Yzerman, 40, not playing up to his high standards this season, told Gretzky by phone Sunday.

"It was the right thing to do," Yzerman said following Detroit's 5-2 win over New Jersey on Tuesday night. "I would've loved to play in the Olympics again, but I believe it's time for me to step aside.

"It's time to let other guys play."

Yzerman scored his fourth goal of the season in the victory, the 682nd of his illustrious NHL career. Yzerman was asked whether he would interested in a non-playing role with the Canadian team.

"I've offered my services as a sommelier," Yzerman joked.

What a class act! But one would expect no less of The Captain. Steve Yzerman has played with the Red Wings since the 1983-1984 season, and has been Captain since 1986, wearing the "C" longer than any other player in the NHL, ever. Yzerman pretty much stands alone as The Ultimate Sports Hero in a town where sports really matter. I say "ultimate" in terms of the modern era. The Detroit Tigers' Ty Cobb may have been bigger in his day, but there's no one around who could argue that point. Cobb's been dead for a long time. Isiah Thomas? His 13-year career with the Pistons falls short of Yzerman's career by eight years. Barry Sanders? Ditto for longevity. It's arguable that neither Sanders nor Thomas excelled in their sports to the extent Yzerman has. The only rivals The Captain has in the "Detroit Sports Heroes League" are the legendary Gordie Howe, another Red Wing, and Joe Louis. It remains to be seen if Detroit will erect a statue in Yzerman's honor, but I'd put money on it. But, to get to the point, Yzerman's withdrawal from Team Canada consideration, when he was all but guaranteed a place on the roster, is fairly representative of professional hockey players as a group.

It's a mystery to me why hockey isn't more popular in America. It's the fastest game on the planet. Basketball is lethargic by comparison, baseball is played at a glacial pace, and football has all those time-outs. Aside from the speed, there's the grace and beauty of the game. The precision passing when a team is setting up in the zone. Outlet passes leading to two-on-one breakaways. Defensive poke-checks, steals, and self-sacrificing shot blocking. Goalies facing a hard rubber biscuit shot at them at over 100 mph with nerves of steel. Amazing saves. And "He shoots... He SCOOORES!", made famous by CBC announcer Foster Hewitt.

There are 80 games in a hockey season, not counting the playoffs, and those games are hard. You have to be tough to play hockey, and don't tell me football is rougher. Football players don't routinely get slammed into wood and plexiglass while traveling 30 mph, night after night, after night. You want to talk about "playing through pain?" Talk to Ted Lindsay, a Red Wing Hall-of-Famer:

They call Ted Lindsay Scarface, and he’s earned the name: No athlete has ever taken more stitches—over 500 in his head alone, he claims. “You get some cocoa butter and vitamin E oil and you can rub a lot of those scars away,” Lindsay laughs. “In fact, I'm better-looking now than I was back then…which ain’t very good!”

If you followed the Lindsay link, scroll on down and read about Yzerman's knee.

Pro football players play a maximum of 21 regular season games, assuming they go all the way to the Super Bowl. In a worst-case scenario, a hockey team would play 28 games in the playoffs alone; a best-case scenario would win The Stanley Cup in "only" 16 games. (It wasn't always this way.) Speaking of The Cup...there isn't a more-storied trophy in all of sports. Period.

I could go on. You get the point, I'm sure. But there's one more thing.

Values.

You'll never see a Terrell Owens in hockey. There are no Dennis Rodmans. Yeah, there are NHL cheap-shot artist like Todd Bertuzzi or Claude Lemieux. There are also bona-fide heroes like Wayne Gretzky, Mario Lemieux, Mark Messier, and yes, Steve Yzerman. Men of honor and integrity. Role models for our kids. Have you ever seen a post-game hockey interview? The interviews are so squeaky clean they're almost boring. It's all about "the team," "we got some good breaks," "things are going our way, we're working hard" and so on. True humility. How refreshing, eh?

But...what about the fighting? How does that fit into values? The fights are real-world lessons. Lessons such as "actions have consequences" and "take care of your own." Fighting is a part of life, and it's an integral part of hockey. Exciting, too. Nothing brings a crowd to their feet faster than two players dropping the gloves and squaring off. Nothing. Well, maybe except a game-winning goal in the final 15 seconds of a play-off game.

Steve Yzerman's actions this past week say a lot about him and the game he loves. He's near the end of a brilliant career. He knows he's not playing up to his standards now, no one else's. That's what matters. Standards. Honor. Integrity. Yzerman will step aside with his head held high. True class. There's a lot of it in hockey.

Scott Adams on Polls

"The only polls I want to see are ones that exclusively includes the people in the top .01% of intelligence who are also highly informed on whatever topics the polls include. Let’s call those people the Well-Informed Super Geniuses. If most of the people in that group have the same opinion, and it’s different from mine, I’m willing to change my opinion. After all, I don’t tell my doctor where to find my appendix. Why would I tell a Well-Informed Super Genius what to think about the global socio-economic implications of a particular foreign policy or monetary decision or whatnot? (The exception would be if he had some financial or other interest in the outcome.)"

Read the whole thing.
Another Anniversary

John Lennon was shot dead 25 years ago today. Every generation has its moments in time where all is frozen in place; no matter how much time passes between these events and the present you can recall exactly where you were, what you were doing, and who you were with.

My generation's moments include JFK's assassination, the Challenger explosion, and, of course, 9/11. I'll also posit most of us remember all too vividly the day Lennon died.

I was in London, at RAF Uxbridge, sitting in Tech Control wearing a full chemical warfare suit when someone came in and announced Lennon had been shot and was DOA. We were in the midst of our semi-annual war game exercises, and for those of you who have never had the opportunity to discover how incredibly difficult even simple tasks can become when you're wearing an impermeable garment, huge rubber gloves and a gas mask...well, all I can say is you haven't lived!

But I digress. The day went on, we completed the exercise, attended the mandatory de-briefs and generally went on with life. Put it in a box and move on.

That evening the second Mrs. Pennington and I sat on the floor of our living room watching the Beeb's tribute to Lennon and cried our eyes out. It was traumatic, emotional. Why? Because Lennon gave us things like this:

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
RIP, John.

via Althouse. Read her essay here. Moving beyond words.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Blogger Has Been Acting Strange Today

It's been slow; painfully so. And I've inadvertently published multiple copies of at least two posts that didn't show up for an hour or two. And then there was yesterday's outage with zero explanation from The Management.

Makes one wonder, eh?
Baby, It's COLD Outside!

Three degrees, -9 with wind chill. I have two small electric heaters running (one in front, one in back of the RV) and my furnace is still kicking on every 15 minutes or so. My local propane dealer is gonna LOVE me this month if this stuff keeps up.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's 74 outside in Miami and 54 in LA. {Shut up, he said}
I'll Do the Math so You Don't Have To

I just nuked and ate a bag of popcorn. Being the curious sort I am, I wondered how many empty calories I'd just consumed. No problem, this is America, we have nutrition labels. Piece of cake. Or bag of popcorn, as it were. Just read the label, all will be revealed.

Not so. Let me explain.

Consulting the "Nutrition Facts" panel, printed in an absurdly small font, I see the serving size is "2 Tbsp unpopped," and there are 160 calories in said serving. But who the Hell eats unpopped popcorn? Further reading says there are 35 calories in "1 cup popped." Now I know I just consumed more than 35 calories!

Reading the top of the Nutrition Facts panel, I find "2 Tbsp unpopped" makes 4 cups popped. That's 140 calories. Still sounds low.

Further reading informs me "Servings per bag: about 3." So, if I have this right, I actually consumed 12 cups of popcorn, or about 420 calories. I can buy that.

So...why don't they just print "420 calories per bag?" Would that be so hard?

I'm gonna call Samuel Hirsch. There may be some money in this.

Images of New Mexico

(click for larger)

San Francisco de Asis Church, Ranchos de Taos, NM

What do Ansel Adams and I have in common? We've both photographed this church. I took my photo in May of 2004; Ansel was there a bit earlier.
Brouhaha

The Washington Post's front-page article today titled "Democrats Fear Backlash at Polls for Antiwar Remarks" has triggered a firestorm on the Left. What seems like a sensible reaction from Democratic moderates to outrageous, defeatist statements made by Howard Dean and Nancy Pelosi (just to name two; there are others) is apostasy to the Left's pundits. Yellow Journalalmism (huh?) is one typical reaction, Oliver Willis has another. Basically, the message from the Howard Dean apologists is "capitalize on public opinion against the war;" go for the throat. More red meat! MORE!

The Right's pundits, on the other hand, are looking at all this gnashing and thrashing among the Dems with some amusement and not a little satisfaction. But not all. Carol Platt Liebau, writing on the WaPo article, has this to say:

How inadvertantly revealing. No, they aren't afraid of demoralizing the troops. No, they aren't afraid of losing the war on terror. They're afraid of a political backlash for having spoken from their hearts.
Cam Edwards, on the other hand, asks us to identify who said what:

Quote #1- “The idea that the Americans are going to win the war in Iraq is an idea which is just plain wrong.”
Quote #2- “There is no doubt that the space in which the terrorists can move has begun to shrink and that the grip around the throats of the enemy has begun to tighten. With the deployment of soldiers and police, the future for the terrorists has become frightening.”
OK, you've got Quote #1. You may not be surprised when you learn who said #2.

And finally...I've been listening to Randi Rhodes on Air America for about the last hour and a half. [ed: why? why would you DO that? uh, I dunno...masochism?] She's done a pretty good job of promulgating the Dean/Pelosi talking points, in between describing the war as "Bush's personal Al Qaeda Training Program," calling the war a "failure," invoking the spirit of Walter Cronkite's comments after the Tet Offensive, and bashing the living HELL out of Joe Lieberman. And on that last point, anyone want to take a bet Joe will pull a Zell Miller in the near future? I think it's even money. One can only take so much.


Sixty-Four Years Ago

Today is the anniversary of the second-most deadly attack on US soil. Sunday, December 7th, 1941 began quietly; by the end of the day 2,409 Americans had died and 1,178 were wounded. Three years and a little over eight months later the Japanese surrendered unconditionally on the decks of the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay. The United States had over 16 million men and women under arms in World War II; 291,557 of those service members were killed in action and another 369,267 were wounded.

My father was a corporal in the US Army Air Corps, stationed at Buckley Field, Colorado, on December 7, 1941. When the end of the war came he was a First Lieutenant on occupation duty somewhere in Germany. He died in 1989.

More and more WW II veterans slip away every day; soon the "Greatest Generation" will be gone. If you know a WW II vet, today would be a perfect day to thank him or her for their sacrifices...you won't have many more chances.

Today is also a good day to thank our current service members, if you know any...we are at war, after all. I'll start: Thanks, Buck. Thanks, Sam.

Update: Michelle Malkin has an interesting post about our collective fading memory. Lots of good links to Pearl Harbor related posts.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005



I'm Not Ready for This!

I suppose one is never ready for that first bone-chilling blast of winter. {Sigh} So winter arrives. The upper Mid-West has already had their blast of Arctic air, and there's some rather humorous discussion of same over at Ann Althouse's blog. Ann responds to a predictable comment about snow/cold from Florida:

As to the nah-nah-ing from Florida: You know, we don't do that to you when you have your hurricanes. Should we? If the answer isn't yes, then back off.

Scraping windows and shoveling snow isn't exactly like a hurricane, but I suppose one would get tired of having Floridians, and others from tropical climes, rubbing it in on you. I know I did when I was in Rochester and other too-cold places. The nice thing about our cold snap is just that: it's a snap. All will be well next week. Right? {crosses fingers}
Good Stuff

Lex put up some great posts today and yesterday. If you ever saw "The Bridges of Toko-Ri," then you need to get yourself over to Lex's place and read this. Even if you've never seen the movie, you still need to go. Great stuff. And browse a bit while you're there. You'll be better for it!

Monday, December 05, 2005

Wakkanai Air Station, Japan

I got to thinking today (a dangerous pursuit, for me) that what this blog needs is a few war stories to spice things up a bit. After all, I spent 22 years in the Air Force, so I should have some pretty good stories to tell, right? Not really. Or, to put a finer point on it, most of my war stories aren't suitable for publishing in a family-rated blog. And I do want to keep this blog rated PG-13, at the very most. And then there's the other problem: memory. Unlike a lot of folks my age I don't have a treasure-trove of memory-jogging photos, documents, pins, ball caps, and all that other good stuff one accumulates over the years. Most of the photos from my AF days are in the custody of my first ex-wife, the rest I boxed up and sent to Number Two Son for safe keeping when I downsized life to fit into the RV. So, no joy there! I have to rely on my diminishing supply of brain cells, nothing else. Scary thought.

Ah. But there's the web! I googled "Wakkanai Air Station" to begin my trip down the memory hole and hit pay dirt. Indulge me for a moment before I tell you about Wakkanai; I'm gonna go off on a tangent.

Tangent: All military careers could arguably be called "different," especially for my generation. Guys in my cohort got sent all over the world; the travel opportunities today, compared to what I experienced, are very limited. Most USAF people spend their careers going from AF base to AF base. And that's where my difference comes in. In 22 years I was "permanent party" on only two Air Force bases: Yokota AB, Japan ('75 - '77) and Tinker AFB, OK ('83 - '85). You can add Keesler AFB, MS if you like - I was in a school squadron there in '63 -'64. The rest of my career was spent on Air Force Stations, literally on mountain tops (or the highest ground around) in the case of my Air Defense Command radar assignments, and isolated overseas locations during my tours on surveillance and monitoring (read that: spook) sites. Which brings us to Wakkanai!

Wakkanai AS (WAS), Japan is on the northern tip of Hokkaido, as far north as you can go in Japan without getting your feet wet. The unit had various designations over its lifetime, but it was mostly the 6986th Security Group, a unit of the late, great, USAF Security Service. Wakkanai was a surveillance site, with a (then) state of the art system known as a FLR-12. The FLR-12 had a huge antenna farm. Wakkanai opened in the mid-1950s as an Aircraft Control and Warning (AC&W) radar site, it ceased operations in late 1971 and closed in 1972. I was there twice, from 1968 - 1970, and again in 1971. WAS was an "isolated" tour, dependents were authorized, but the tour length was short: 15 months unaccompanied and two years, accompanied.

The one thing people always remember about Wakkanai is the snow: we had an average annual snow fall of 275 inches. Do the math...that's a tick shy of 23 feet of snow. Every year. And it was cold. The snow began falling in late November and stayed on the ground until late March or early April. All bases are surrounded with at least eight-foot high chain link fences, usually topped with three strands of barbed wire. In mid-winter the the WAS fences were useless. Even though it was illegal to leave the base through anything but the main gate (and if you got caught you were in trouble!), we routinely scrambled up and down the snow banks that used to be a fence and went "across the street." "Across the street" was a euphemism for the three dive bars that were literally across the street from the base...the Club Seven, The Inferno, and The Shadow. And Man! - were they ever fun! "Hey Buck! Where ya goin'?" "Across the street!" That's all the further I'm gonna go: PG-13.

There wasn't a lot to do in the winter. POVs weren't allowed on the roads in the winter, so you became semi-isolated, except for busses or taxis into town. We worked, partied, worked. Rinse. Repeat. Summer was another story altogether. Summer was racing season! Wakkanai was where I learned how to ride motocross, and my buddies and I raced all over the island of Hokkaido, mostly on the sides of mountains that were used as ski slopes in the winter. We practiced on Saturday and raced on Sunday. After practice there was usually a formal dinner and serious partying with our hosts at the races, usually the local Motorcycle Federation of Japan (MFJ) affiliate club. Americans were a rarity in that part of Japan in the late 60s, so we were feted a lot. And those Nipponese racers were some sneaky guys...every single party I went to they tried (and sometimes succeeded) to get us falling-down drunk. Racing with a hangover isn't recommended. Don't try it at home.

It would be easy to go on and on. Wakkanai was certainly one of the best, if not THE best, assignments in my AF career. I traveled all over Hokkaido, learned to love sushi, banged handlebars with some very cool dudes, acquired a taste for Sapporo beer, and learned to stay away from all but the best Suntory whiskies. And I loved my work, too. I won't talk about what we did, but it was important. Nuff said.

Do go visit the Wakkanai Air Station web site. There's history, momentos, and literally hundreds of pictures, and you know what they say about pics and words... David Lynch, the Website Facilitator, has done a great job of putting together a site that captures the feel of the place and the people that were stationed there. Well done, David!

The Politics of Google

I wonder what they are? {smirk} {guffaw} You don't need a cluebat to understand. I use G-Mail and I like it, even though I'm subjected to "sponsored ads" in the sidebar. Small price to pay for free e-mail with two gigs of storage. I have the Google Toolbar in my browser; I like that, too. But when a friend sends me an e-mail discussing and expressing her support for Bush and I get these ads in the sidebar (a direct cut 'n' paste)...

Sponsored Links
George W. Bush Are You Happy Bush Won? Cast Your Vote and Get $250 at Starbucks
bush.peel.com
Support our troops Draft the Twins - ribbon ribbons bumper stickers shirts etc.
dontblamemeivoted4kerry.com
News from the White House Flying Blind: Team Bush in Turmoil What's Next?
www.newsweek.com
Noam Chomsky Book Summary Save time with the summary of "Hegemony or Survival"
CapitolReader.com

Yeah, right. There's a group of URLs I'll click on. I think I'll go read the Noam Chomsky Book Summary RIGHT NOW! I might be behind on the ol' Marxist's latest Commie apologia or Bushitler rant. Could be.

It's an uphill fight these days; the opposition are everywhere. One could become very paranoid if one were so disposed.
Cold (and Dumb)

Brrr! Ten degrees outside as I write, wind chill of six, on its way to a high of 48. I hope it gets there quick, because I'm still not in "winter mode," which means I did something stupid. RVs are much more susceptible to water line freeze-ups, what with a water supply that comes in via a hose, not buried pipes. I made the coffee at 4:30 this morning, and after filling the pot I turned off the water as usual, forgetting to leave a steady drip-drip-drip going. Result? Freeze up. No shower for a while, no water to flush, and so on. Self-inflicted wounds, a curse of old age.
Marxists are Alive and...

...not well. They're still convinced, still confused. And that's being polite. I watched a little of C-SPAN2's Book TV this morning. Michael McCaughan, author and columnist for The Guardian (UK), gave a little talk to an audience of about 12 in Robin's Bookstore in Philadelphia. Mr. McCaughan essentially hyped his new book, The Battle of Venezuela (review here). One Phoebe Jones, the U.S. Coordinator of Global Women's Strike, was on hand to augment Mr. McCaughan and contribute to the talk. To cut to the chase, Mr. McCaughan and Ms. Jones told us all about the wonderfulness of Hugo Chavez's Venezuela and the success of the socialist revolution in that country...not to mention details about the crimes, counter-revolutionary plots, and other nastiness the Bush Administration has committed on this peaceful country and its visionary leader.

I watch this stuff and I wonder "Who are these people? How can they still believe in a political system that has failed miserably, not to mention killed millions of people everywhere it has achieved power?" How can they write things like this...

As the many actions planned show, the Strike aims to bring women (and men) together across many divisions. As the statement says, "It begins with those of us who are invisible as workers: mothers and other caregivers, grassroots activists; subsistence, migrant and family farmers; those struggling on disability benefits, welfare, social security; child laborers; immigrants with or without papers; bonded laborers; domestic and homecare workers; sex workers; prisoners and ex-prisoners; refuseniks; students; rape survivors & others working for justice; community volunteers and more; whatever our sex, race, nationality, religion, age, sexual choice."
We salute the efforts of Global Women's Strike and all the many and valiant organizations coming forward to defend the rights of women and take their stand to change society. As the statement concludes, "Many of us are shocked that Bush and his genocidal henchmen are in charge of the largest military machine in the world for four more years. But as Joe Hill, a great working class fighter, said when he was framed for murder by the US police and got the death sentence, `Don't mourn. Organize!'

...with a straight face? And expect rational man-in-the-street Americans to believe?

Thank God for C-SPAN. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be poking around in the sewers of American political life. There's vermin down there.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Just Slightly Ahead of Our Time

On November 25th I wrote in a post titled "Good, Bad, and Ugly":

Ameriprise (We're the new financial consultants from American Express!). Oh-so-wrong, on so many levels. Blatant pandering to the overly-absorbed-with-themselves Boomers, what with the kitschy 60s video clips and "oh weren't you COOL" voice-overs. And they ripped off the Spencer Davis Groups great "Gimmee Some Lovin'," an unforgiveable sin.
I was talking about ads that irritate me. In Friday's WSJ, Melanie Wells writes:

...the tone of ads from Ameriprise Financial? The company--a financial-advice unit spun off from American Express--clearly buys into the idea of boomers' tireless obsession with youthful pursuits. Its print ads show these folks in their VW-bus-driving, cheerleading, do-the-twist past. The TV spots appeal to the boomers' inner child, juxtaposing images of them skateboarding and playing the guitar when they were young. There are shots of them doing the same now but with thinning hair and--in the case of the aging skateboarder--a broken arm. "Retirement is like a second childhood," one ad says.
You heard it here first. Remember that! Ms. Wells, however, isn't complaining solely about Ameriprise. She takes apart ad campaigns from the financial services industry, in general. Not a bad read, if you're so inclined.

Full Disclosure, Part 17: My secret fantasy-job has always been advertising copy writer, leading to Advertising Industry Icon. Now you know.
Make a deal with the devil and you're the junior partner.

So says Dick Armey in a WSJ editorial dated today. Like a lot of other folks, I voted for Dubya for two reasons: (1) More dead terrorists and (2) Lower taxes. I believe Bush is delivering on the first reason; I fear for the second. One premise that enables the federal tax rate to remain low is small government. No one in their right [ed: is that a pun?] mind can possibly claim that the current administration and congress are practicing, or even heading toward, small government. Consider:
...we have embarrassing spectacles like the 2005 highway bill. Costing $295 billion, it is 35% larger than the last transportation bill, fueled by 6,371 earmarks doled out to favored political constituencies. By comparison, the 1987 highway bill was vetoed by Ronald Reagan for containing relatively few (152) earmarks. Overall, even excluding defense and homeland security spending, the growth rate of discretionary spending adjusted for inflation is at a 40-year high.
Armey argues that there is precious little difference between the Republicans and Democrats these days. I'll agree with him with one exception, that being the GWOT. There's a wave of discontent out here in Red State Land, and it ain't all about the war. I would certainly hate to see the Democrats gain control of the House or the Senate in 2006, or the White House in 2008. But it's entirely possible. When wise old men like Dick Armey speak out, Frist, Delay (yeah, I know. But he's pulling the majority's strings behind the scenes. Bet on it.), and the rest of the Republican leadership better listen. That goes for Dubya, too.

Update: There are those that might consider what I wrote above an empty threat. One might ask "You'd actually vote for someone who would belong to Pelosi's caucus?" The answer, speaking strictly for myself: maybe. The more likely scenario, speaking broadly, is members of the conservative/Republican coalition would just stay home, particularly in an off-year election. The Republican coalition is fragile. Contrary to what a lot of liberals think, we aren't all right-wing religious wackos intent on establishing a Talibanesque Christian theocracy. A significant number of us are small-government, pro-business, free-market economic conservatives that are also, for lack of a better term, foreign policy hawks. It's that contingent of the Republican party, plus a large number of independents, that the current administration and congressional leadership are in danger of losing. And Republicans cannot win elections if they don't bring along a lot of independents. Remember what Ross Perot did to Bush pere in 1992? It could happen again.

We Now Resume Regularly Scheduled Programming...

The new PC is completely configured, data has been migrated, apps re-installed, Microsoft has granted its "Seal of Approval" (yes, my copy of WinXP is genuine!), and we're back in business!

My favorite Captain has a good post up about one of my pet peeves (USAF Division), the proliferation of awards and decorations, i.e., ribbons or "fruit salad." According to Air Force Magazine's 2005 USAF Almanac, the Air Force currently awards 63 ribbons. Sixty-flipping-three! Want to see all of them, plus descriptions of the awards? Be prepared to browse for a while, coz there's ten pages, 15 to a page, except for the first and last pages. The AF link also contains ribbons previously awarded during WW II and Korea, so the ribbon count exceeds the AF Almanac's 63. Here's what ribbon inflation means:
Outstanding Airman of the Year Ribbon, awarded to airman nominated by the MAJCOMs, FOAs, and DRUs to HQ AFPC/DPPPRS for competition in the 12 Outstanding Airmen of the Year (12 OAY) Program. Device: Oak leaf Cluster, and Service Star.

Air Force Recognition Ribbon, awarded to named individual Air Force recipients of special trophies and awards except the 12 Outstanding Airmen of the Year nominees. Bronze oak-leaf clusters will be worn on the ribbon bar to indicate subsequent awards.
It's not enough to win a "special trophy or award" or be nominated (not WIN, nominated!) as an Outstanding Airman of the Year, you get a ribbon, too! Been assigned overseas? Short or long tour? There's a ribbon for either. You add a ribbon to your collection just by virtue of being in place outside the US. (Full disclosure: The AF Overseas Ribbon existed before I retired; it's one of my nine.) Or how about this?
Military Outstanding Volunteer Service Medal, who subsequent to 31 December 1992, perform outstanding volunteer community service of a sustained, direct and consequential nature.
That used to be a line-item in a performance report, not a flipping medal.

Lest I sound like a grumpy old man, here's the point. Award inflation cheapens the whole concept of awards. All USAF personnel, from airmen to general officers, look like bananna republic generals these days. Something's very wrong when an Airman First Class with two years of service has more ribbons than this guy.

Stop it.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

So.

The excitement's over for the week. My friend Lori and I had a great visit, brief as it was. Lori begins a new job in San Francisco this coming Monday, so she has some motoring ahead of her this weekend. The two of us talked a lot about SFO while she was here. Made me almost homesick, but only for a moment. Then reality set in. (Doesn't that pic confirm at least ONE suspicion?) As an aside, Lori said she wished she hadn't scraped her "Another Veteran for Kerry" sticker off her car before she left Dee-See...my neighbors might have found a Kerry car right behind my Bush-Cheney-stickered car amusing! (Yeah, my bumpersticker's still on the rear window. And it's gonna stay there until it falls off.)

When Life Intrudes on Blogging Dept.: I still have a lot of administrative work to do on the new box. Data transfer from the laptop to the desktop. Download and re-install a few miscellaneous applications. Register this, that and the other with Microsoft. And so it goes. In the meantime, Number One Son created a new blog yesterday...check him out at http://www.afcaptbuck.blogspot.com/ GREAT pic of NOS, my grandson, and Stanley!

More later.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Does That Look COLD?



Well, it was. Cold was the operative word at Fortuna AFS, North Dakota. Even during the summer, the talk invariably turned to "cold." War stories about things freezing...cars, pipes, people. Today's weather forecast for Fortuna is typical for December: the high will be 15 degrees, the low 6 degrees. Right now it's 3 degrees...at Williston, ND, the reporting station for Fortuna. Williston is about 85 miles south of Fortuna.

I was stationed at Fortuna from 1977 - 1978...12 months, three days, eight hours, and ten minutes. One of the fondest memories of my Air Force career was watching that checkerboard FPS-35 antenna fade into a dot in my rear-view mirror as I left Fortuna, headed west to North Bend AFS, Oregon. All that said, I did have a good time while I was at Fortuna. Like everywhere else I've been in the world, Fortuna was what you made it. The people I met there were great and we had tremendous fun!

My good friend Lori, who was a young two-striper while we were at Fortuna (I was a young TSgt), will be arriving in Portales in about an hour. We'll reminisce, laugh, and have a few beers. One of the best things about a military career is the friends you make, and the friends you keep. I can't wait!

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Off His/Her Meds

It would be funny if it weren't so pathetic. Reading the comments to Arianna Huffington's post about Dubya's speech, I came across this gem:

Arianna,

Could you please please please investigate the REAL story that has caused all of this mess???The US government was at least complicit in the 9/11 disaster...If anyone disbelieves this, then you need to educate yourself. Now that we the people have lost over 2100 brave men and women and over 15,000 have been maimed by this George W. Bush war of choice. It is imperative of you as an American citizen especially if you are a young American who will inherit this national debt and the shame of these government activities, that you search the sources and discover the truth. I have done months of research, and I am personally convinced that the leaders of this country committed the most heinous of treasonous acts, by murdering their own people for ideological themes and great personal monetary gain.

Oh, there's more. A LOT more. Eleven stupid questions. Eight wacko conspiracy-theory links. A list of films you should "check out." Want to read it all? Go here and search the page for "scorpiototally." Is it any wonder we on the right call these people moonbats?

I laughed, I cried...