Tuesday, September 11, 2007

We Remember


A B-52G named "NYPD"


A B-1B with "Let's Roll" Nose Art


An A-10 with "Let's Roll" Nose Art

Art work by Aviation Structural Mechanic 3rd Class Jeff Jarvis, on F/A-18E Super Hornets embarked on the USS Abraham Lincoln.

Sailors and Marines assembled on the flight deck of the USS Belleau Wood (LHA 3).
Credits: Nose art photos from Talking Proud and official USAF photos. Aircraft carrier image from wtc-terrorattack.com.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Bad Day at El Casa Móvil De Pennington

Bad day, indeed. I didn’t write about it, some things being so trivial as to be undeserving of a post in and of themselves, but I ran out of propane last Wednesday night. Or rather, the internal LED gauge for the propane tank hit “Call Albert.” So that’s exactly what I did Thursday morning. And, somewhat true to form, Cortez Gas’ truck was in the shop down in Roswell. “Not today, I’ll try and get around by your place tomorrow…” came the answer over the phone. Well, OK…not a lot that can be done about this, so I’ll wait.

Friday came and went: no Albert. I went the weekend with no propane at all. No cooking on the stove (no big deal — there’s always the nuker) and no hot water. “No hot water” was a medium-to-large Big Deal, but I survived. This morning Albert came by and filled me up, and the FIRST thing I did was reset the hot water heater in anticipation of a nice hot, long-delayed shower. One small problem: the hot water heater wouldn’t reset. I went through the complete ritual of resetting every frickin’ switch in the house that has anything to do with propane (and some that don’t), including pushing the reset button on the hot water heater outside the house, too. No joy. And no hot water, either.

So now I have a pot of water heating up on the stove in preparation for a stand-up bath, which should be followed in short order by a visit from The RV Doctor, who was called after I’d exhausted my (admittedly meager) repertoire of corrective actions.

It’s ALWAYS sumthin’. It remains to be seen just how much this particular “sumthin’” is gonna cost.

Let us pray.

Update, 9/10/2007 1615 hrs: All fixed - bad thermostat. An interesting coincidence of timing, this. But, Hey! I have hot water now, and will finally get my shower...after the news. And I got a bad valve replaced in my toilet at the same time, so I can retire my ad hoc coffee cup toilet flushing mechanism. Total bill: less than $200.00. Not all that bad, for a house call.

A VLP of the VLA

Today’s Pic: “VLP” stands for “Very Large Photo,” (2.2 MB in this case) if you’re wondering, Gentle Reader. This is one of perhaps three photos I’ve ever created using the “stitch and merge” option in my photo editing software. Stitch and Merge is a process whereby you take two or more photos, three in this case, and instruct the app to blend all of the subject pics into one large panoramic photo. Very useful when you have a large subject, such as the antenna farm at the Very Large Array (VLA) radio telescope, near Socorro, NM.

This is one pic that you most definitely should “click for larger,” even though the pic itself is downsized to 50% of the original. Well, check that last. I decided to upload the original full-size pic. See if you can tell where the app “stitched” the pics together. It’s pretty danged hard to see, IMHO.

(Added: apparently Blogger resizes VLPs to "fit" some corporate size limit, coz the pic you see when you double-click the photo is but one-third... or less... the size of the original I uploaded. Oh, well. I tried.)

April, 2004.

Back in a bit. Late, late night and all that.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

The Rules

I missed this today before I posted, but it would have fit right in with the lead two items in this morning’s post: “Time for the new rules for college football fandom.” Samples:

1. As a fan, you have to pick a school, one school, same as if you were filling out applications to, you know, go to school there. You may not be a fan of a conference, teams from a specific state, "West Coast football" or college football in general. Nobody is a fan of college football in general, not even Lee Corso. Nor may you root for Harvard and Yale, any more than you could matriculate at both places, unless you're really, really smart, in which case you're probably building prototype military surveillance nanobots in your MIT dorm room, and/or devising a computerized ranking system* to shame Jeff Sagarin.

1a. Under extenuating circumstances, however, you may have up to three Division I-A rooting allegiances, so long as the schools meet the following criteria:

(a) Your birthplace/family school – especially if an inheritance is at stake, or if a campus library bears your last name.
(b) Al(most)ma mater – the school you transferred from.
(c) The school that actually handed you a diploma. Or would have, if you hadn't finished three credits short.
(d) Your spouse's school, especially if the program is vastly superior to your own, or your spouse cares waaaay more than you do, in which case: good call on getting married!
(e) You're a bandwagon-jumping, low-self-esteem weenie and scurry from Notre Dame to Miami to Ohio State to USC to Boise State depending on the year, the polls and the amount of water flooding into the ship.

If you can't be true to a school, at least be true to your own weaselly nature.

[…]

4. If you attended a lower-division or NAIA school, you're allowed to pick a D-I school of your choice. But you must consistently root for that school year in and year out, and it's preferred that the school be geographically close to you.

4a. Or you can just root for Appalachian State every week.

4b. Notre Dame? How very original.

[…]

9. You are allowed to root freely against the following schools for no specific reasons: Notre Dame; Notre Dame in their puke-green jerseys; Notre Dame when playing on "Triumph of the Will"-shaming propaganda house organ NBC; USC; any school that plays its fight song approximately 4,387 times per game like USC; Michigan; Miami; Ohio State; any school like Ohio State with a pretentious "the" in front of its name, because otherwise how would we know which Ohio State university they were talking about?; any school coached by Steve Spurrier; any school coached by Nick Saban. (ed: I’d add “any team from Florida” to this list, but that’s a minor quibble.)

You may have noticed that I’m in the 4b fan category. Given that I never went to college, I’m free to root for the school of my choice, under rules Four and 1a (d) above, even if that means I root for my former spouse’s school (The Second Mrs. Pennington is a Notre Dame alumna). And I have been an ND fan for nearly 30 years now and don’t foresee any change in that status on the near or far horizons. It’s way too late to change allegiances at this point in life. While we’re at it, I should mention I’m a fan of, and root for, at least three schools, depending on who’s playing whom: ND, Michigan (the ten year living-in-Detroit connection), and Air Force. For reasons that should be obvious now. The only time I’m torn is when ND plays Air Force…and I well and truly don’t know what to do during that game. Very traumatic, that.

So, to the author of “The Rules,” especially Rule 4b: Put a sock in it. I like ‘em, otherwise.

Sundries

I loves me some late-summer days in September, especially when football season gets well under way. Yesterday was a typical late-summer Saturday (or early Fall, you choose.) at El Casa Móvil De Pennington, which is to say it was an orgy of college football. All day and into the night, as well. Three games (Oregon – UoM, ND – Penn State, and LSU- Virginia Tech), followed by SportsCenter. And then SportsCenter, again. I took time out to nuke some food, get refills from the fridge, and check a blog or two. But other than that? Not much.
I may have mentioned this before, so stop me if you’ve heard this. One of the BEST things about being single at this stage of life is I can be perfectly indolent and watch football and drink beer all damned day if I so choose. And I did so choose yesterday, Gentle Reader. And there was no nagging, no guilt, no looking over my shoulder or dodging pointed little comments from "interested parties" of the female persuasion, such as “Are you going to watch teevee ALL day?” Why, yes, now that you mention it, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. And so I did. Yesterday was “Nothing But Net Football.”
Life is GOOD.
So. I scanned the Detroit papers this morning and the natives are restless after UoM’s loss to Oregon yesterday. Michiganders don’t take losing lightly, especially when it’s Big Blue doing the losing. Lotsa calls for Lloyd Carr’s head, but Mitch Albom isn’t one of those guys. Not that Mitch wasn’t critical; he was:
I hate to put it this way, but there have been Lions games less embarrassing than this.
No, coach Lloyd Carr does not need to be fired -- come on, calm down -- and U-M fans shouldn't throw themselves off a bridge. But let's be honest. The Wolverines are not very good right now. Doesn't matter what they were supposed to be. Doesn't matter what their preseason ranking was or which seniors were returning.
They have played two games now and the defense is apparently still checking into the dorms.
They have played two games and their senior quarterback, Chad Henne, has unhinged the team with uncharacteristic mistakes in key moments, including an opening-drive interception and several momentum-killing sacks Saturday. (To make matters worse, Henne left the game after the first half with a leg injury and is "highly doubtful" for the Notre Dame game, according to Carr. As Woody Allen once joked: "The food here is terrible." "Yeah, and such small portions!")
It's all upside down in Ann Arbor. Right now, this team cannot capitalize on offense. (How's 365 yards and only seven points?) Right now, this team cannot stop anything on defense. (How's six first-half possessions for Oregon, 32 points and no punts?)
Next week’s game against Notre Dame should be a doozy. Not for the quality of play, of course…two programs in deep doo-doo ordinarily would make for a snoozer of a game. But there’s serious drama here. Both Michigan and Notre Dame have a national fan base, and together Michigan and ND have the winningest records in college football, being Numbers One and Two, respectively. You can bet your boots the eyes of America (the college football eyes, anyway) will be on Ann Arbor next weekend. I predict it will be one Helluva game. There’s nothing really on the line in next week’s game except pride. And sometimes pride is everything.
Interesting article on cyber-war in The Times (UK) today…
China’s ambitions extend to crippling an enemy’s financial, military and communications capabilities early in a conflict, according to military documents and generals’ speeches that are being analysed by US intelligence officials. Describing what is in effect a new arms race, a Pentagon assessment states that China’s military regards offensive computer operations as “critical to seize the initiative” in the first stage of a war.
The plan to cripple the US aircraft carrier battle groups was authored by two PLA air force officials, Sun Yiming and Yang Liping. It also emerged this week that the Chinese military hacked into the US Defence Secretary’s computer system in June; have regularly penetrated computers in at least 10 Whitehall departments, including military files, and infiltrated German government systems this year.
[…]
The Pentagon logged more than 79,000 attempted intrusions in 2005. About 1,300 were successful, including the penetration of computers linked to the Army’s 101st and 82nd Airborne Divisions and the 4th Infantry Division. In August and September of that year Chinese hackers penetrated US State Department computers in several parts of the world. Hundreds of computers had to be replaced or taken offline for months. Chinese hackers also disrupted the US Naval War College’s network in November, forcing the college to shut down its computer systems for several weeks. The Pentagon uses more than 5 million computers on 100,000 networks in 65 countries.
The interesting thing about all of this hacking and cracking activity is that we just let it go… publicly, anyway. There’s no denying unauthorized access to computer systems or denial of service (DoS) attacks are acts of aggression. But the problem is that no one dies and nothing is physically blown up. Therefore it’s pretty hard, if not impossible, to retaliate under these circumstances. One would hope the CIA and DoD are cooperating in an effort to develop our own offensive cyber-war capabilities, because playing defense just isn’t enough in this arena. A few narrowly-targeted but pointedly specific covert attacks on the PLA’s IT infrastructure on our part (with plausible deniability, of course) just might send a message. And it would be great training for our guys, too.
Also in The Times…the Brits can rest easy; it’s not as bad as they think. In quantifiable areas, anyway. I don’t think there’s a way to measure a nation’s Political Correctness Quotient. The Brits would have serious cause for worry if there was a way to measure that sort of stuff. As would the US of A…
Further from The Times… “Valium Fred, the panacea of the people.” Excerpts:
People like Fred Thompson. So far as I can tell, that is currently the prime rationale for his candidacy for president of the United States. He doesn’t need to launch a media blitz to achieve this level of public fondness. His avuncular, crumpled tower of a personage is well known from many episodes of Law & Order.
In this year’s race, only one other Republican candidate has even minimal charm – the obscure Mike Huckabee of Arkansas, who is obviously (and rather successfully) running for vice-president. Rudy Giuliani is many things, but likable isn’t one of them. Mitt Romney has failed to win over many conservatives despite an impeccable family life and a platform largely dictated by the far-right activist base. The slickness and eagerness to please seem to glide past any political traction. John McCain is too prickly to be cuddled. But good old Fred has the shtick down.
[…]
Thompson is accused of being lazy. So was Ronald Reagan, of course. But there is a key difference between the Reagan of 1979 and the Thompson of 2007. Reagan had spent a lifetime honing arguments, finessing policy, articulating a broad philosophical view, while proposing concrete and radical policy options.
Thompson has a legislative record as a senator from Tennessee that is all but invisible. Yes, he has a solid conservative record on taxes and other people’s spending. But he was a hog for his home-state pork barrel projects. He was, in other words, a popular backbencher – but no more. At times his candidacy feels merely like a rationale for a man who senses that Americans are deeply uneasy about their current leadership, wants to reassure them, but has no idea substantively how.
A thinker he isn’t. He’s rather a conveyor of mood. In a period of less moment, when less is at stake, this might be an aesthetic preference: a calm presence in a storm. But on the substance of war, and foreign policy, the Thompson shtick can seem somewhat detached from the needs of the moment.
Just so. One might think it odd I agree with the opinion of Andrew Freakin’ Sullivan, of all people. And yeah, it IS strange, given I don’t agree with Sullivan on nearly anything. But I think he’s right about Thompson.
I haven’t made up my mind about who I’m going to support as of yet. But Fred ain’t in MY top tier at the moment, for the reasons quoted above and others that are mentioned in the text of the entire article. Fred’s a nice, likable sort of guy. But being likable ain’t exactly the be-all, end-all quality for the leader of the Free World, now, is it? Substance, please.
Today’s Pic: OK, it’s yet another video. This time it’s SN3 motoring around the premises on his plastic motorcycle, which was one of his Christmas presents back in 2000 (making him three years old at Christmas, but four years old when this video was shot). My first attempt at cultivating a "chip off the old block."
Commentary by The Second Mrs. Pennington.
Somewhere in Colorado. April, 2001.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Bad Day at the Big House

Wow. It’s a real bad day in A2 — Michigan is down to Oregon by a bunch: 32-7, at the half. This after last week’s shocking loss to Appalachian State... possibly the biggest upset and worst loss in college football, ever.

Big Blue was ranked Number Five in the pre-season polls. Who’d a thunk it?

Can't say I'm not indulging in just a lil bit of schadenfreude. Coz Notre Dame is having (and will continue to have) a bad year, too. Misery loves company.

He's RIGHT, Ya Know

I watch The News Hour every night and especially enjoy Friday's "Shields and Brooks" segment. And I found myself nodding my head up and down slowly when David Brooks came across with this lil observation about OBL and Lefty blogs:

Ah... but The Left, she is NOT amused. I have to give a reluctant tip o' the hat to Matt at Think Progress for the vid. And Hell, while we're at it, thanks for the laughs, too, Matt. Case in point:
Considering bin Laden’s threat yesterday to “escalate the killing and fighting against” America, Brooks and his fellow conservatives’ attempts at humor — and that’s a charitable reading of their words — are especially insulting, as it impugns not only the patriotism, but also the character and intelligence of literally millions of daily participants in the progressive blogosphere.
I left the links in the quote intact, just for grins and giggles. But, the larger point is the Lefties are "impugning" themselves by their rants and raves posted at various Left-O-Sphere haunts. And they're doing a much better job of the impugning than the BEST of the Right-Wing satirists and pundits could ever do.

We don't say "you can't make this stuff up" without good reason. Damned good reason. A casual visit to any thread on Democratic Underground will make my point (I won't link to that cesspool...you have google on your box, if you feel you absolutely must go verify what I say.). And most threads at the other Lefty blogs will bear me out, too. But DU is the worst. It's NO stretch of the imagination to visualize bin Laden's "staff" reading and taking note of the crap posted there. Not in my mind, anyway.

~~Memories... Like the Corners of My Mind...~~

The Travel section of the NYT has an excellent article on Cappadocia up on its site. I’ve been there. But I think things just might have changed… if only a little bit… since my father, his Turkish interpreter and friend Yaşar, Yaşar’s 12-year old son, and I piled into our 1954 Hillman convertible (similar to this car, but no top) and set out from Ankara for a two week hunting, fishing, and touristing trip down to southeast Turkey…mostly around Kayseri. Which, of course, isn’t all that far from Urgup and Goreme…right in the heart of Cappadocia. That trip was in the summer of 1957.

There simply weren’t any “luxury hotels” anywhere in Turkey outside of Istanbul, Ankara, and perhaps Izmir, at that point in time. And believe me when I say my father and I, thanks to Yaşar, went places where NO Americans had ever been up to that point in time. At least according to the locals, who considered our visit an occasion worthy of feasting and drinking to all hours of the night, which happened every single time, in every single village we visited. It didn’t hurt any that we were traveling through Yaşar’s old stomping grounds; he grew up in a village in the area and the trip was a homecoming of sorts for him. With his American friends, of course.

That trip was arguably the best vacation I’ve ever had. The scenery (and the company) was certainly never surpassed in my later travels. And I envy my father…to this day…for his late-night raki-drinking exploits with the men in the villages we visited. Somehow I don’t think one could even begin to replicate this experience today and most certainly not in Cappadocia, based upon what I read in the Times.

I’d still like to go back, though. Just for the memories.

Update: I found a pretty cool teevee ad for Yeni (Turkish for "new") Raki at the wiki link:


So then there’s the new bin Laden video which, technically, hasn’t been released yet. But it seems al Qaeda has the same “leakage” problem as the CIA/NSA/FBI/AFL-CIO/NFL/AKC, etc. And, of course, the Dems just had to respond:

(2007-09-07) — Democrats in Congress today tried to get out ahead of the release of a new report on the so-called “war on terror” by casting doubts on the reliability of the data and its interpretation by al Qaeda leader Usama Bin Laden.

“Believing what bin Laden says about this conflict is like trusting Gen. David Petraeus or George Bush,” said Sen. Chuck Schumer, D-NY, “They’re all in cahoots. These war-mongering neocons have an agenda and they bend the facts to suit their blood-thirsty purposes.”

Sen. Schumer said Mr. bin Laden is likely to “reinforce the Bush administration’s foregone conclusions through his normal saber rattling, but everyone knows that, for the United States military in Iraq, the only way forward is backward.”

But. Ya know what? Based upon what I’ve heard about the “content” in the newest UBL rant…Lefties are peeing their pants (h/t: Lex). It really sucks when al Qaeda steals your talking points.

So, it being Saturday and all, I’m making the rounds and catching up on my “not quite daily” (NQD) reads. I say NQD mainly because the guys who run my NQD reads usually have a sort of hit-and-miss approach to posting. In other words, posting there is also NQD. (Did that make sense? Prolly not.) But anyway… I found this, and it’s a week old, so you may have seen it. But just in case you haven’t, an excerpt:

1. Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack.

1957 - Vice principal comes over to look at Jack's shotgun. He goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.

2007 - School goes into lock down, and FBI is called. Jack is hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

[…]

6. Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.

1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.

2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro is given a diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

It’s The Bad Old Days vs. Now. I know which ones I prefer… and I’ll bet you will, too.

Today’s Pic: A transportable Border Patrol surveillance tower and generator-powered lighting system on the banks of the Rio Grande in Brownsville, Texas, with the Dearly Departed Yama-hammer in the foreground.

There’s this absolutely marvelous trail that runs along the banks of the Rio Grande down Brownsville way that is just tons of fun, in the “fast fire-roading,” motorcycling sense. As in full-lock power slides, whoop-de-doos to get airborne over, and motorcycle madness, in general. Until one comes face-to-face with one of those green Border Patrol SUVs while in one of those full-lock power slides, anyway. The Border Patrol guys are still cops after all is said and done, and cops don’t look kindly upon that sort of motorized anti-social behavior, even if it IS fun and you’re not on a public road, as such.

Don’t ask me how I know this.

Brownsville, TX. February, 2000.

Friday, September 07, 2007

My Guy Gets It. Does Yours?

The lead graf of an e-mail I received this afternoon from Senator John Cornyn, R-TX.

During August, I was able to visit virtually every region of our state and talk with thousands of Texans. As usual, what I heard was far different from what the national news media reports as conventional wisdom in Washington, D.C. While visiting with troops and their families at Fort Bliss, Fort Hood and at the Soldier Appreciation Day in Round Rock, I was repeatedly reassured that morale among our volunteer military is high. Our service men and women have a far better grasp on their mission, and our prospects for success, than do some of my Congressional colleagues. The troops say they’re more committed than ever to their mission. Many Texans also told me they want to be sure we have a winning strategy in Iraq, and they are encouraged by the progress we’re making. Finally, Texans everywhere remain strongly united behind our troops. To be sure, all of us want to bring our troops home as soon as possible. But to abandon the mission before Iraq is secure would allow that country to again become a breeding ground for terrorism. Our focus must remain on the long-term security interest of the United States, and ensuring our enemy doesn’t follow us back home. It would reverse all of the hard-earned gains that our troops have made in recent months.

My guy gets it. I’m pretty sure my Gal does, too. But then, they’re both Type Rs.

Finest kind.

Cowgirl Update

So. After posting today’s rant and ruminating a bit further on the subject of idiots, I decided to look on the bright side of life. And what’s brighter than cowgirls, eh?

We used to have two cowgirls in general proximity to El Casa Móvil De Pennington, but one graduated from ENMU last year, never to return. The other one is still in place, still brings her horse trailer (and horse) around Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park every so often, and apparently is still in school. She even stayed for the summer this year, which was cool in and of itself. And what’s better is there’s a new cowgirl on the block…just across the street from me.

The usual drill took place this past weekend…a big honking diesel dualie pickup arrived with a late-model fifth wheel in tow, accompanied by a gaggle of what one assumes are friends and family. The fifth wheel was set up in due course, a small party ensued, and there were lots of comings and goings all weekend long. And then things settled down a bit.

I won’t bore you with an extended description of this young lady’s physical attributes; suffice it to say she is comely, indeed (although I will tell you SN1 and SN2 got the full description of said attributes during phone conversations last evening). Ah…but here’s the interesting bit. Yesterday our new cowgirl spent about an hour in her yard practicing with her bull whip. When I say “practicing,” I mean there were several routines with complicated-looking steps, repeated with a frequency that suggests her performance was choreographed. Interesting, to say the very least.

Both SN1 and SN2 laughed during our conversations last evening when I described the performance in some detail, making suggestions about various fantasies such an exhibition just might provoke. All three of us agreed that whips and other …um… “accessories” associated with such fantasies are not our cuppa, but it does make for entertaining viewing. And, Gentle Reader, “entertaining” doesn’t come close to describing the spectacle. “Amazing” is much more like it.

But you know what the worst thing about all this is? The realization that I’ve become a dirty-old-man-trailer-park-voyeur. Of sorts.

Now that hurts.

Update 9/07/2007 1430 hrs: And There Was One. Again. I was outside moving the sprinkler around a few minutes ago and just happened to have a conversation with THE Cowgirl, i.e., the one with the horse, horse-trailer, etc.. And she's pulling out later this afternoon and moving down to Roswell, where her parents live. She graduates in December and has worked out arrangements with ENMU whereby she'll telecommute to finish her classes.

Dang. She's been a good neighbor and I'll miss her.

But then again, there's always Ms. Bull Whip. Who, by the way, has the hat, the boots and the whip, but no horse as far as I can tell. And she drives a sporty lil coupe, rather than a pickup. I'll leave it for you to decide, Gentle Reader. Real? Or Memorex?

A Bad Start

It doesn’t take much these days, apparently, to get me started off on the wrong foot.

Case in point: I woke up early this morning and decided to watch Washington Journal, something I haven’t done in at least a month or so, primarily due to the fact that I’ve been staying up to all hours of the night and sleeping in. I shouldn’t have. Watched WJ, that is. The normal WJ drill for the first hour of the program is to cover the newspaper headlines while the host takes calls from viewers. And here’s what set me off, Gentle Reader: the first four or five calls…from Dems, Republicans and Independents…were from the frickin’ Truthers. And they were well-prepared Truthers, at that, armed with URLs of Truther web sites, quotes, “evidence,” various and sundry rants about Bu$hitler, Cheney, Neo-cons, yadda, yadda, yadda. This went on, literally, for the first 20 minutes of the program.

Brian Lamb, C-SPAN founder and the normal host on Fridays, must be on vacation. Mr. Lamb doesn’t entertain Truther rants gracefully, if at all. I’ve seen him play with Truthers on occasion, picking at their arguments, shooting holes in their “facts,” and what-not. But generally speaking, Mr. Lamb simply disconnects them once they begin their rants with a curt “Thanks for your call,” followed by “click.” Not so this morning. I only saw one call summarily disconnected by Steve (this morning’s host) and that was when the caller’s language became abusive towards the administration. The rest of the callers were allowed to rave on. This is wrong.

It’s wrong because C-SPAN is providing these idiots with a national platform for their gibberish. It’s wrong because listening politely encourages them. It’s wrong because C-SPAN becomes a minor “accessory after the fact” and serves to perpetuate the madness. I’m all for freedom of speech, generally speaking, but I have my limits. You can publish all the conspiracy theories you want on your blog or on a web site devoted to such drivel. You can rave about Neo-con crimes on a street corner if you so desire. But you should be cut off at your knees when you begin spouting this crap on the premier public affairs network in the US of A…no ifs, ands, or buts.

Shunning works. And Truthers should be shunned.

Related: “Zogby poll: 42% of Democrats think Bush either caused 9/11 or let it happen.” Just in case you missed it yesterday.

I am thoroughly depressed. How can one shun 42% of the entire Democratic Party? (OK, I know it’s just another frickin’ poll, and polls lie often distort things, for any number of reasons. But still…)

Thursday, September 06, 2007

An Amazing Coincidence…

…in light of yesterday’s revelations about that B-52 that flew from Minot to Barksdale with nuclear tipped (but UNarmed) ACMs under its wings. And here are the guys responsible for at least PART of that debacle: the dudes of the Fifth Aircraft Maintenance Squadron, a component of the 5th Maintenance Group at Minot AFB, ND. (Click for larger, as always.)

It should be noted that AMXS folks are NOT the munitions people, who have their own organization within the maintenance group. The AMXS guys, and this pic in particular, falls into the "guilt by association" category. And this paragraph is an UPDATE to my original post.

(h/t: Mike, who pointed me to Chairforce this morning, and, of course, Chairforce itself, where I purloined this image... exactly as shown above. One wonders just how long this image will remain in circulation. Or, in other words: “Ouch.”)

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Just Insensitive

This just goes to show how culturally insensitive I can be…I literally laughed out loud at this:

KATHMANDU (Reuters) - Officials at Nepal's state-run airline have sacrificed two goats to appease Akash Bhairab, the Hindu sky god, following technical problems with one of its Boeing 757 aircraft, the carrier said Tuesday.

Nepal Airlines, which has two Boeing aircraft, has had to suspend some services in recent weeks due the problem.

The goats were sacrificed in front of the troublesome aircraft Sunday at Nepal's only international airport in Kathmandu in accordance with Hindu traditions, an official said.

Well, Hell. It’s not all that different from sprinkling Holy Water on a plane, now is it? Except for the general mess associated with sacrificial goats, I mean.

In other aviation news, the Air Force flew a gaggle of nuclear-tipped ACMs from Minot AFB, ND to Barksdale AFB, LA. The only problem is that the USAF didn’t KNOW the warheads were on the missiles. And speaking of sacrificial goats:

The crews involved with the mistaken load at the 5th Bomb Wing at Minot have been temporarily decertified from performing their duties involving munitions pending corrective actions or additional training, Thomas said.

The Associated Press reported Wednesday that the munitions squadron commander also was relieved of his duties. The AP also reported that the bomber was carrying six nuclear warheads, not five as sources told the Military Times.

That munitions squadron commander probably envies those Nepalese goats. Coz he’s gonna die a slooow death. Metaphorically speaking.

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Did You Get the Message, Prime Designer? We Have a Contest Winner — and More. Interesting and creative, despite the carping about plagiarism from some people. The link immediately preceding this sentence gives you the winners, the raw entries (all 437 of ‘em) are here.

On Dems riding the tiger, Part II… (sub-titled “Why it’s SO difficult to get off”) MoveOn, that’s why:

In the Hell Hath No Fury sweepstakes, groups like MoveOn.org are gearing up to take on a new set of perceived traitors in their midst--Democrats who have acknowledged some success from the troop surge in Iraq.

Chief among the targets is Washington Congressman Brian Baird, whose indiscretion was recognizing progress on the ground, despite having initially opposed the surge and having opposed the war in the first place. After a recent trip to Iraq, Mr. Baird said: "One of the things that gets very little attention is that virtually every other country I visited says it would be a mistake to pull out now."

We hope he took his flak jacket home from Baghdad. MoveOn is rolling out an ad this week in Mr. Baird's Washington district, in which a former soldier tells of being shot at in 2003 by the Iraqis he had fought to liberate and calls America's continued presence in the country "wrong, immoral and irresponsible." What does this have to do with the wisdom--or lack thereof--of the current strategy? Nada, which tells you something about MoveOn's honesty.

The group doesn't aim to engage in debate, but to punish and silence Democrats who dare to think for themselves. There's a pattern here: When John Dingell contradicted party orthodoxy on global warming and auto mileage standards this year, MoveOn ran ads in his Michigan district calling the 81-year-old Congressman "Dingellsaurus."

Further down in the piece the WSJ editors (there is no attribution) claim MoveOn and its billionaire financiers have achieved “ideological control” of the Democratic party. I’m not quite sure that’s the case. It’s true that MoveOn and fellow-travelers Code Pink and A.N.S.W.E.R (do you know how hard it is to type that frickin’ acronym?) factions are the most vocal political organizations in the US…by far…and that they are generally associated with/related to the Democratic party. And yes, they have had significant influence on Congress— witness Harry Frickin’ Reid’s infamous weekly conference calls with the nutroots. But I believe the numbers of MoveOn members and their look-alikes are low, compared to the numbers of Americans…Democrats, Independents, and Republicans…who (a) don’t wear their political opinions on their sleeves, and (b) will not accept defeat in Iraq, and (c) vote. That last bit being the most critical, of course. There’s more than a bit of truth to the ol’ Silent Majority thing.

Oh. And you just keep callin’ ‘em as you see ‘em, Representative Baird. (Ed Note: link is to an mp3 file of a four-way discussion on The News Hour last evening between Rep. Baird, Rep. Jan Schakowsky (Idiot-Ill.), and two other congresscritters. Rep. Baird hands Schakowsky her ass during the ten or 12 minute exchange, but it’s a classic “you hadda be there” kind of moment that doesn’t come through as well on audio, as opposed to video.)

Oh (Part Deux). As long as we’re passing out kudos to improbable recipients of same: Good On Ya, Katie. More of the same, please. And by that I mean an honest accounting/recounting and not the same ol’, same ol’ retread MoveOn verbiage your counterparts at the other networks are flogging. (This doesn’t mean I’m gonna watch you, though, Katie. Just sayin’.)

Today’s Pic: Poppies in a Taos garden. The interplay of colors and textures are what caught my eye during a Taos walk-about in May, 2004. I have an affinity for blue, and a special affinity for Taos Blue…which one sees everywhere in that part of the world. There must be a law…or something.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Odds and Ends

Q: What does this…





…have in common with this?



A: There were 295 of the latter in the hold of the former when it nearly capsized off the coast of Alaska in July of last year.

Mazda has decided to scrap all 4,703 cars on the Cougar Ace cargo ship that nearly capsized off the coast of Alaska in July.

Although some of the cars appeared to be undamaged despite spending nearly a month tied down at severe angles, the automaker felt that the risk of future problems and the public relations fiasco that would follow was too great.

Bargain hunters were hoping that Mazda would decide to sell some of the undamaged cars at cut-rate prices.

The total bodycount: 2,475 Mazda3s (pictured) (ed: not.), 329 Mazda3 five-doors, 56 Mazda5s, 1,329 CX-7s, 214 RX-8s, 5 MazdaSpeed6s and 295 Miatas.

Scrapping 295 brand new Miatas. Right out of the box, so to speak. That’s almost enough to make a grown man cry. A grown man who’d like a new Miata, that is.

I’m sure more than a few grown men in Hiroshima burst into tears when they heard the news about the MV Cougar Ace. Losing nearly five thousand cars is a substantial hit to the bottom line…and that’s enough to make a grown man cry.

(source: Motor Trend blog)

I have no idea why memeorandum decided to dignify this post by including a link on this morning’s page, other than to illustrate just how frickin’ idiotic some of us are. This time Cheney is gonna blow up the Bay Bridge in SFO.

There has been a lot of threats of terrorist attacks coming form the government. Looks like they are preparing the public. Or else it could be their usual scare tactics.

On the other hand, Bush’s term is coming to an end. The public is pushing to ban voting machines. The power of the Bush administration is deteriorating with major figures resigning, almost daily scandals on the news and constant threat of impeachment. Their only weapon is fear, it’s their last hope. I can see them really desperately needing a terrorist attack in the near future. 911 did them a great deal of good. 911 was, of course, the work of the Bush administration, the Pentagon, and others connected tightly to the Bush administration. Osama had no authority to put the US Airforce on stand down. He would have never been able to rig the World Trade Center with explosives. If you still have doubts about 911 please watch Loose Change at www.loosechange911.com (ed: link removed)

[...]

So, the Bay Bridge is between a rock and a hard place. It would be very easy to imagine an investigation being made impossible if the bridge did get blown up by so called “terrorists.”

Having said all this I would like to hope that I am wrong, that it is indeed a legitimate bridge repair work. But if the bridge does get blown up in the near future don’t buy the “terrorist” story! Investigate, document, take pictures, samples of soil, water, anything and don’t let them institute marshal (sic) law or sign Patriot Act 3!

If you plan on driving across the bridge tomorrow or any time soon, please, bring a camera, still camera, video camera, film the top of the bridge while driving. You can take it home and play it frame by frame. If you get slowed down in traffic look up at the ceiling, take pictures, examine later. Look for boxes with explosives, look for anything suspicious. Email me any suspicious evidence: uncensored911@yahoo.com Post articles on Indymedia. The more we publicize it the less chance that they will have the nerve to do it.

Sheesh. This “Gypsy” person is seriously unhinged. I mean…seriously out of touch. And…Loose Change? That same Loose Change movie (and its idiot producers) that was completely and totally discredited by that History Channel program a couple of weeks ago? Oh, never mind.

It must really suck to be “Gypsy.” I mean, just how much eye-rolling can one person take when you walk into a room, ANY room?

Cannon will get a squadron of special tactics operators, as in combat air controllers and para-rescuemen, in addition to the expected C-130s of various flavors and CV-22s.

Cannon Air Force Base’s transition from a fighter wing to a special operations wing will include a special tactics squadron comprised of about 100 people, according to retired Air Force Brig. Gen. Hanson Scott.

[…]

The squadron will consist of about 50 support and 50 operational personnel. Its job is to secure landing zones for aircraft in hostile territories, Scott said.

“They’re air traffic controllers and combat-capable guys that come, jump in and control traffic and set up drop zones or landing zones for special ops aircraft,” he said. “They have all the combat skills, and they’re all air traffic controllers.”

The squadron will also consist of pararescue airmen, which is a legacy of the combat-rescue Air Force.

[…]

New aircraft coming to Cannon
24 Unmanned Air Surveillance Predators — 2008
12 MC-130W’s — 2008
10 MC-130P’s — 2008-2009
8 MC-130H Combat Talons — 2008-2009
8 AC-130H Gunships — 2009-2010
20 CV-22s — 2010-2011

The information about the Predators conflicts with earlier reports, which stated only the operations personnel would be located at Cannon; a decision had not been made to relocate the actual Predator aircraft to Cannon from Nellis AFB, Nevada.

I think there’s only one person who reads EIP (besides YrHmblScrb) who will find this of more than passing interest:

Meeting his favourite hockey players has been on Tim Johnson's wish list since he was a kid.

He never imagined that wish would come true in the Afghan desert, amid insurgent attacks and grenades flying overhead.

For the 26-year-old corporal, meeting Bob Probert, the former Detroit Red Wing and Chicago Blackhawk from Windsor, was one of the highlights of his six-month tour of duty in Afghanistan, otherwise marked by dangerous missions, sleepless nights and tragic losses of comrades and friends.

[…]

Johnson first met Probert when the retired player joined a group of National Hockey League alumni on a tour to visit Canadian soldiers stationed in Afghanistan in late April. Dan Daoust, Mike Pelyk, Dave Hutchison and Dave (Tiger) Williams also made the trip, among others. So did the Stanley Cup.

Probert did not forget Johnson. He attended Sunday's party to welcome him back to the area and wish him well.

"It's amazing what (the soldiers) go through," Probert said. "It was great to go and see that for myself. They just invited me to go back, so I'm looking forward to that."

Good for Probie. It’s very, very pleasing to see him doing good, looking good, and (as far as I know) being good. Frequent readers know that Bob Probert is one of my heroes.

(Photograph by : Nick Brancaccio, The Windsor Star)

Monday, September 03, 2007

More Than a Reading List... A LOT More.

Via Chap (Otherwise known as the purveyor of uncommon and outstanding linkage, as in “How DOES he find this stuff?”)…another remarkable essay by Robert Kaplan: “Rereading Vietnam.” Here’s but a small taste of what you’ll find:

What Bud Day and other POWs specifically admired about Nixon was his willingness to strike back in a way that Johnson hadn't. Johnson's bombing halt in 1968 was seen as a betrayal by POWs, and caused disappointment and anger even throughout the U.S. military. Remember that these POWs were often combat pilots—professional warriors and volunteers that is, not citizen soldiers who were drafted. Professional warriors are not fatalists. In their minds, there is no such thing as defeat so long as they are still fighting, even from prison. That belief is why true soldiers have an affinity for seemingly lost causes.

In December 1967, a prisoner was dumped in Day's cell on the outskirts of Hanoi, known as the Plantation. This prisoner's legs were atrophied and he weighed under 100 pounds. Day helped scrub his face and nurse him back from the brink of death. The fellow American was Navy Lieutenant Commander John Sidney McCain III of the Panama Canal Zone. As his health improved, McCain's rants against his captors were sometimes as ferocious as Day's. The North Vietnamese tried and failed, through torture, to get McCain to accept a release for their own propaganda purposes: The lieutenant commander was the son of Admiral John McCain Jr., the commander of all American forces in the Pacific. "Character," writes the younger McCain, quoting the 19th century evangelist Dwight Moody, "is what you are in the dark," when nobody's looking and you silently make decisions about how you will act the next day.

Bud Day. John McCain. Admiral James Stockdale. True American Heroes, all. Kaplan relates some of their stories in thumbnail sketches and points us to books that contain the complete narratives, which makes Kaplan’s article worthwhile, if only for the reading list. But there’s much more than a reading list here. Do go read the whole thing. You’ll be inspired to go pick up a few new books.

Fluff

Via blog-buddy Morgan…
Re: Bud Light. The beer sucks, but the commercials are funny. The first time or three, anyway. After that? Well, Gentle Reader, let’s just say you can wear almost anything out…with certain notable exceptions.

A Minor Rant

Not exactly rocket science, this:

I never got to the bottom of the situation in that particular town, but the broader question — whether police officers in some towns are motivated by fund-raising as well as safety when writing traffic tickets — has been examined systematically by others. Michael D. Makowsky, a doctoral student in economics, and Thomas Stratmann, an economics professor, both at George Mason University, studied the issue in a recent paper, “Political Economy at Any Speed: What Determines Traffic Citations?”

They examined every warning and citation written by police officers in all of Massachusetts, excluding Boston, during a two-month period in 2001 — over 60,000 in all. Their conclusion wasn’t shocking to an economist: money matters, even in traffic violations. They found a statistical link between a town’s finances and the likelihood that its police officers would issue a speeding ticket. The details are a little sticky, but they show that tickets were issued more often in places that were short on cash, and that out-of-towners received tickets more often than drivers with local addresses.

I guess my bottom-line here is “It’s nice to have academic proof for what we ALL know to be true.” And I have my own lil horror story to add to the pot, as well.

According to The Wiki, Elida, NM…a small town just south of P-Ville… has but 183 people (“As of the census of 2000, there were 183 people, 76 households, and 50 families residing in the town.”). THREE of these people are police officers. That’s three out of 183 people, and one more person in Elida just happens to be a judge, strangely enough. I have it on pretty damned good authority (don’t ask me how, I just know. Trust me.) the town of Elida’s primary source of income is traffic fines. Period. End of report. And they got about $50.00 (or so — I don’t remember the exact amount) from me two years ago, for doing 25 mph in a 15 mph zone…a school zone. The “officer” that pulled me over claimed I was speeding in a school zone, even though I pay CAREFUL attention to such things at all times. The posted limit is 25 mph, and the flashing lights alerting drivers to the school zone limit were NOT on. The officer noted that I was extremely unlucky, in that “the lights go off at 4:00 p.m.” The time on my ticket was 1559 hrs.

One more thing…a car with New Mexico plates preceded me by about two car lengths through the school zone, going at least 35 mph. I have Texas plates on my car. You know who got pulled over…

It wasn’t the fine that upset me, Gentle Reader…it was the 60% increase in my insurance rates that really pissed me off. And there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it, either, even though that was the first and only ticket I’d received since I was busted for speeding in the Isle of Man in 1982. But that’s yet another story.

The insurance “surcharge” for being a convicted criminal expires this coming year. My animosity for the frickin’ town of Elida will NEVER expire.

Update (clarification) 09/04/2007: My "Inside Elida" source e-mailed me an off-line comment about the town of Elida's finances...thusly:

In Elida, the Police Department supported THEIR DEPARTMENT with fines, not the whole town. Just a minor difference. Of course there aren't too many other departments in Elida. There's water & streets, and the town hall...

Well, now. I dunno if that's better...or worse. It pains me greatly to think I contributed to the support of the "officer" who wrote my ticket.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Treason?

Well, this post is garnering a whole Helluva lot of attention around the ‘sphere today: "We Are Going To Hit Iran. Bigtime." Like a lot of folks, I consider the piece to be just so much Leftie blathering. First and foremost, I just cannot conceive of a naval officer committing what is obviously treason. And I don’t throw the T-word around lightly. But something here doesn’t ring true. Do you believe this, as written?

I asked her about the attack, how limited and so forth.

"I don’t think it’s limited at all. We are shipping in and assigning every damn Tomahawk we have in inventory. I think this is going to be massive and sudden, like thousands of targets. I believe that no American will know when it happens until after it happens. And whatever the consequences, whatever the consequences, they will have to be lived with. I am sure if my father knew I was telling someone in a news organization that we were about to launch a supposedly secret attack that it would be treason. But something inside me tells me to tell it anyway."

I asked her why she was suddenly so cynical.

And the piece goes on. If the Kos diarist’s friend really IS a naval officer, if she really IS an LSO (and I doubt this, simply from hanging out at Lex’s place for all these years), and if she IS truthful in her accusations/speculations, then this woman is in for more trouble than she can possibly imagine. And that trouble is likely to visit her within hours. At least one person has notified the authorities about the Kos post.

I passed this post on to the ONI AG - Office of Naval Intelligence AG to have a look-see and see if they can find this young lady - if she exists and have a chat. An active duty officer on a ship preparing for operations giving out the op plans to said operation is called - treason.

Good on Macranger. As for the “LSO?” She can run, but there ain’t many places she can hide on a carrier at sea. But, personally, I have serious, serious doubts about the veracity of the Kos diarist's piece. The nutroots are eating it up, tho. There are over 1,200 comments on this diary entry as I write.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Hey! It's September!

Words of wisdom from Rocco DiPippo, a man who’s Been There, Done That… and has numerous tee shirts to prove it:

Who can say that the morale of ordinary Iraqis and American soldiers was not damaged when one of the most powerful men in America, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, stood in front of the world and declared, “I believe… that this war is lost.” Who can expect them to ignore the defeatist postures of men and women like John Kerry, Richard Durbin, Edward Kennedy, John Murtha, Jack Reed, John Conyers and Nancy Pelosi? Who can forget the media deification of people like Cindy Sheehan and groups like International A.N.S.W.E.R and Code Pink, who are far more concerned with pushing a radical social and political agenda than they are with bringing peace and stability to Iraq?

Iraqis watch us, and they listen to us. What they hear from some of our politicians, political activists and cultural elites has made many of them reluctant to work with the Americans in bringing security to their country. Many Iraqis are afraid of what they are hearing from the Democratic Party leadership and their media shills – that America will abandon them. And as long as they are afraid, they will be reluctant to seize the initiative in their towns and villages and chase out those who are murdering their families.

That reluctance makes sense, since if the Americans leave now, as the Democrats are urging, the murderers will rule them. And the murderers will hunt down and kill anyone who ever worked with or cooperated with Americans.

Preaching to the choir, once again. But the message in this sermon is one that bears repeating, often. One hopes that, eventually, the Democrats will understand the full implications of what being defeated in Iraq actually means. Not only to us, but to thousands of Iraqis who have worked with the United States to defeat al Qaeda and the insurgency, against their “better judgment.” And, as Mr. DiPippo correctly points out, who could blame the average Iraqi for sitting on the fence, based on the words and actions of “the loyal opposition,” including those who would replace George W. Bush? How could one trust one’s very life, and the lives of their families, with these people? That’s asking a lot. God Bless the Iraqis who have made that leap of faith. I hope we don’t abandon them.

h/t: Chap

Today’s Pic: Sunrise over Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park a little over a year ago — August 16, 2006, to be exact. I took 67 pictures of this particular sunrise and you’ve already seen numbers 66 and 67 in this series. Today you get numbers 49 and 54.

Will I post all 67 pics, you ask? No. But there just might be more postings from this series in future. Time, and the addition of new photos to the archive so as to prevent re-runs, will tell.