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Thursday, March 31, 2005
 
OK, It's Over - NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP

Terri Schiavo is dead.

And I, for one, am glad that's over. It's been a pointless waste of time trying to calmly explain to the Wingnut & Parrot Brigade that whatever made Terri Schiavo a sentient being died 15 years ago when her heart stopped for 10 minutes.

She was without cognitive functions or any chance at having cognitive functions from that day on.

I was going to post a breakdown of all the lies and misinformation I'd heard about this case, and realized Majikthise already did it for us.

So read up, and take this info out into the workplace, to your churches, to any place you go that is frequented by members of the Wingnut & Parrot Brigade.

Not, of course, that I honestly think you'll be able to beat sense into many of them, but we've all got to tilt at windmills at some time or another.


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Why I Love The Texas Lege

Ganked from Marvin:
Flub flummoxes Senate into rare silence

The verbal misstep occurred as Sen. Kel Seliger, R-Amarillo, was debating his resolution about the chuck wagon, invented by Charles Goodnight in 1866.

After a fusillade of joking and derisive questions on what he thought was a serious bill — "Should we call it the Charles Wagon?" "Can we also designate the low-rider as the official state urban vehicle?" — Seliger shot back over the microphone when asked if he would answer another question:

"I've already yielded more than a cheerleader at a drive-in."


Don't worry, Senator Seliger - if you work hard, you might rise to the level of Gib Lewis one of these days.


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2 Days Off

Taking today and tomorrow off work. I'd hoped to be able to work out a 2-3 day mini-vacation for myself and Melissa sans children, but the kids have soccer games this Saturday, so we'll be out there watching and cheering.

My time will, I am sure, be filled with such useful activities as Laundry and Yard and Garage Cleaning.


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Wednesday, March 30, 2005
 
Happy Anniversary!

Today, Melissa and I celebrate 14 years of marriage. It hasn't always been easy or fun, but we're stronger for all of that.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.


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More Collegiate Asshattery

This time, we look at the column: White folks should not listen to rap by Matt Hayward, published in the University Chronicle at St. Cloud University in St. Cloud, MN.

I'll break it up and address Mr. Hayward's points one by one.

Why do white people listen to hip-hop and rap music?

Oh, there's tons of reasons, Matt. Offhand, I'd guess because they like it, but I'm admittedly drawing on my own experiences and extrapolating from them. Some other possible reasons include a desire to appear "cool" (or whatever term it is the kids these days use), peer pressure and an insidious desire to encourage race-mixing.

Last year I lived in a residential hall,

As opposed to all the students that live in vans down by the river, I presume?

and at first I thought the entire floor was filled with black students. Hip-hop and rap music were played constantly.

Did the other residents of your floor only venture out at night, or in body-concealing burquas? 'Cause, it's just me sayin' this, but I think I'd, you know, use my eyes if the ethnicity of my dorm-mates was of concern to me.

Ironically though, I was one of only two black students on my entire floor.

Ironic to you, perhaps. If I hear hip-hop and rap music being played constantly in a dorm, the first conclusion I would draw would be that it's populated by a bunch of college students, and most likely inconsiderate assholes that don't understand the there are more settings on a volume knob than "off" and "full, ear-shattering blast".

I would pass guys in the hall and they would say "wassup bro." I never bothered to respond.

Because nothing says "I respect you as a person" like being a rude asshole to someone that's trying to say hello.

My comments are not meant to be racist. I just do not believe white people should listen to hip-hop and rap music. Nor do I believe blacks should listen to alternative, heavy metal and rock music.

O Arturo, prince of irony!

You attend an integrated school, are most likely the end product of an integrated school system, and you're advocating cultural apartheid. I'm sure you don't consider yourself to hold racist ideals, no more than the people in rural Georgia that said things to me like, "I ain't prejudiced, but there oughtn't be mixing of the races. Whites should date whites and blacks should date blacks."

I'm reminded of something my father, a veteran of the Civil Rights Movement, said in response to a statement like the quote above: "In this country, the law says you don't have to marry anyone you don't love." You're under no obligation to listen to music you don't like, but you don't have the right to force others to conform to your tastes.

You see, I can relate to the music by artists such as Nas, Kanye West and Tupac. Can a white person relate to being harassed by a white cop because they are black?

No, but isn't that part of the purpose of the music, to communicate the feelings of the singer to their audience? I mean, I don't know what it's like to be a Valkyrie, but I can appreciate Wagner's Ring Cycle. I'm not a 11th-Century monk, but Gregorian chants can be beautiful things to listen to. Hell, I've never even taken heroin, but I really, really like the music of Janis Joplin. There's a reason some folks call music "the universal language".

Do many white people know what it is like to grow up in a public housing project or live in a drug-infested neighborhood? I don't think so.

And you'd think wrong. You assume that it's only blacks that have that experience, and it's just not so. While it's lamentably true that the African-American community is disproportionately affected by poverty and drugs, there are whites that have known grinding poverty, that have grown up with drug dealers right outside their door. You start with a faulty assumption and extrapolate to include the entire population under that assumption. That's what's known where I come from as "crappy logic".

Yet white students who come from small towns, and probably have never had a black friend in their entire life, seem to think listening to rap music helps them understand black culture.

Oy, vey! You state above that listening to rap music is, in part, about the experiences of many blacks in America. Race-based harassment, poverty, drugs - these are (among many, many other topics) the subjects of rap and hip-hop music. Listening to rap and hip-hop, then, gives whites that "have never had a black friend in their entire life" some small handle on the problems the songs describe, and isn't it important that we as citizens have some understanding of the plights of others?

I note, also, that you stated you "never bothered to respond" to your dorm-mates when they addressed you. It seems to me that at least some of those whose salutations you scorned might have, conceivably, wound up friends of yours, had you been deigned to respond. You can't bemoan their lack of contact with other ethnicities if you then refuse to respond to attempts at communication.

It does not. If anything, white students who attempt to use black slang and wear baggy pants look and sound ridiculous. Maybe no one has pointed that out to white students in America. So I am.

But it's OK when African-American students do it? I mean, I'm an old fogey - 37 years old - so I'm not really up on the fashions you kids enjoy, with your weird haircuts and your rock-and/or-roll and hippity-hoppity music, and the drugs and all that. Seems to me that if whites look silly with pants too baggy to stay up, blacks would too. The same goes for incomprehensible slang.

I like listening to music I can relate to, and it seems black artists write and sing music that I can relate to. It would only make sense then that whites would relate to music written and song by white artists.

I like listening to music that sounds good to me. Most people do, you know. Why you gotta piss in everyone else's Wheaties?

Why then are whites listening to hip-hop and rap music? I don't know.

*sigh* I'll explain it again: because they like it.

I have no right to tell anyone what they should or should not listen to, but I do have a right to express my views on this subject.

And, thankfully, I have the right to tell you you're full of it. Seriously, lighten up. The others won't tell you this because they're too polite, but right now? You don't really sound like someone that's fun at parties. Open up to the folks around you, expose yourself to the many varieties of cultural experiences available to you and quit straitjacketing yourself by limiting what you consider acceptable. You'll be surprised how much more interesting and vibrant the world becomes once you do that.

And I believe whites should stick to music by white artists.

Well good for you! Would you be interested, then, in buying my Erskine Hawkins CDs? How about my Little Richard and Jimi Hendrix? On second thought, I'll hang on to them. I'd rather continue to offend you by enjoying a wide variety of music, from Muddy Waters to Stevie Ray Vaughn, from Little Richard to U2, from Mozart to Wyclef Jean, than be limited to the narrow range of musical styles you seem to think I should hear.


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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
 
Wasn't This An Episode Of South Park?

Boy Scout director charged with having child porn
The national director of programs for the Boy Scouts of America has been charged with receiving and distributing child pornography, the U.S. Attorney's office here told NBC News on Tuesday.

Douglas S. Smith Jr. was charged with one felony count of having photos that show "minors engaging in sexually explicit conduct."

But they can't let those atheists or queers like me in the Boy Scouts, nosireebob! They need straight, manly men like in the Catholic Church!


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Paul Krugman on the dangers religious extremism presents to a tolerant society.
Democratic societies have a hard time dealing with extremists in their midst. The desire to show respect for other people's beliefs all too easily turns into denial: nobody wants to talk about the threat posed by those whose beliefs include contempt for democracy itself.

We can see this failing clearly in other countries. In the Netherlands, for example, a culture of tolerance led the nation to ignore the growing influence of Islamic extremists until they turned murderous.

But it's also true of the United States, where dangerous extremists belong to the majority religion and the majority ethnic group, and wield great political influence.


Wole Soyinka said in 2004, "The secular ideologue might be largely content with brooking no dissent, through the dictum I am right, you are wrong, but the ultimate ambition of the fanatic within the theocratic order is I am right, you are dead."

Salman Rushdie can testify to the truth of that statement.

Sadly, Dr. David Gunn, Dr. Barnett Slepian and many others in the US and abroad are no longer able to.


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Monday, March 28, 2005
 
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For A Change...

I'm not going to be screaming at you today.

It looks like the foofraw over Terri Schiavo is winding down - the courts have continued to acknowledge her wishes not to remain on life support, her parents have stopped their appeals and the hypocritical shitbags in the GOP have taken a look at poll numbers and run headlong from their "courageous" stand "in defense of life".

This is, and always was, a private matter. Michael Schiavo held on to hope as long as he could, fighting for his wife's wishes despite the interference of her parents. Terri Schiavo had expressed a clear preference not to be kept on life support, and as her husband, he was in the legal position to ensure her wishes were followed. The interference of everyone from her parents to Randall Terry to the US Congress in this decision was unwarranted and unethical.

Decisions about the degree of medical care one is willing to undergo to keep themselves alive is a personal decision. In the event someone has not made themselves clear on this, the difficult choice falls to the next of kin - a spouse or parents, in that order. It's not a choice any sane person wants to make, but it's one we're all likely to face.

There's a heartbreaking story in the LA Times about two mothers who faced near-identical choices regarding their children. Both mothers feel they made the right choice, but neither would dream of criticizing someone that made a different one.
Day after day, year after year, two mothers sat vigil beside their children.

They sang snatches of favorite songs. They told bright stories out of fragments of the past: Remember when you put that snake in my flowerpot? Remember playing with our old dog, Sweeper?

In Florida, Kaye O'Bara would stroke her daughter's cheek. "Wake up, honey," she'd say. "Wake up and we'll go to Disney."

In Kansas, Shirley Bradley would clutch her son's limp hand. "Squeeze if you can hear me," she'd tell him.

The daughter did not wake up. The son did not squeeze back. The children would not ever again speak or read or move. Their brains were damaged beyond recovery. And so the mothers made their choices.

Kaye O'Bara chose to bring her daughter home, to sustain a life she still viewed as a blessing. Shirley Bradley chose to close off her son's feeding tube, to end what she saw as his suffering.

Neither mother would presume to pass judgment on the other.

Neither claims to have made the right choice. Just the choice that was best for her child.
The Schindlers have been cruelly used in this case, used by right-wing ideologues that preyed upon their love for their daughter, giving them utterly false hopes while cynically using Terri Schiavo's brain-dead body to advance their cause and feed their monstrous egos. Hypocritical politicians desperate to shore up their credentials with the loony right, hoping to find something to distract the public from failed initiatives or impending criminal charges, jumped on the bandwagon. Media outlets, sensing a "controversy" that could be milked for airtime now that the Scott Peterson case had finally finished, completed the trifecta of manipulation. What was a personal matter, a private choice, became a national hysteria, to hear the punditocracy and mediawhores blather about it. In reality, an overwhelming majority of Americans considered this a personal choice, and felt that additional interference was uncalled for.

Just let Terri Schiavo's body die. Her brain died 15 years ago, there is no "there" there any more. Let her die, and hope her family can find it in themselves to let go of what they've been carrying around for the last 15 years. They deserve some peace.


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Sunday, March 27, 2005
 
This Is Awful

Which is why I feel so terrible for laughing so hard.

Terri Schiavo's Blog.

I'm serious, it's really tasteless.


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Don't These People Read Science Fiction?

It's not like the warnings haven't been gone over in exhaustive detail...

New Machines Could Turn Homes Into Small Factories.

A revolutionary machine which can make everything from a cup to a clarinet quickly and cheaply could be in all our homes in the next few years....

...conventional rapid prototype machines cost around £25,000 to buy. But the latest idea, by Dr Adrian Bowyer, of the University’s Centre for Biomimetics, is that these machines should begin making copies of themselves.

These can be used to make further copies of themselves until there are so many machines that they become cheap enough for people to buy and use in their homes.

Dr Bowyer is working on creating the 3D models needed for a rapid prototype machine to make a copy of itself. When this is complete, he will put these on a website so that all owners of an existing conventional machine can download them for free and begin making copies of his machine.


Von Neumann machines in your home. I can see how that would go horribly wrong.

Still, it would be cool to have a maker in my kitchen.


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Why Am I Not Surprised?

Tom DeLay, George and Jeb Bush and Bill Frist have championed Terri Schiavo's cause, insisting that her wishes not to remain on life support are trumped by their desire to gain political points by metaphoically mounting her brain-dead corpse.

Of course, the Bush brothers have allowed prisoners in their respective states to be executed. George Bush signed a law in Texas that gave hospitals the legal right to turn off life-support against the wishes of the patients' families. Bush also invaded Iraq, causing tens of thousands of deaths so he could appear more manly than his father.

Bill Frist, when he was a practicing doctor, pulled the plug on patients many times. "He certainly has a lot of clinical experience" in the withdrawal of life support, said Frist spokeswoman Amy Call.

Now we find that, when faced with the prospect of paying for his comatose father to remain on life support, Tom DeLay opted to save some money.

Quelle surprise.


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Saturday, March 26, 2005
 
Success!

The range is installed, I've cooked some stuff, and nothing exploded.

Lookin' good!


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Heads Up

By this afternoon, we'll either have a new range installed in our kitchen or I'll have somehow destroyed the house in a cataclysmic natural gas explosion.


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Friday, March 25, 2005
 
Culture of Life

North Carolina man arrested after putting a $250,000 bounty on Michael Schiavo.

A North Carolina man was charged by the FBI on Friday with offering a $250,000 bounty for the murder of Michael Schiavo, the husband of a brain-damaged Florida woman dying in a hospice after years of legal wrangling with her parents.

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Meywes is accused of sending an e-mail putting a $250,000 bounty "on the head of Michael Schiavo" and another $50,000 to eliminate a judge who denied a request to intervene in the Schiavo case, the FBI said in a prepared statement. The FBI did not identify the judge.

"It is my understanding that whoever eliminates Michael Schiavo from the plant while inflicting as much pain and suffering that he can bear stands to be paid this reward in cash," the e-mail said, according to a text of the message contained in an affidavit prepared by Tampa FBI agent A.J. Gilman.


Let's hear it for a sense of proportion, eh? Millions of children around the world starve, Africa struggles to combat desertification, AIDS, famine and civil war, Southeast Asia recovers from a tsunami, tens of thousands are dead from a war started with lies, and these nutjobs think that the important thing, the fight that really makes their case for the "Culture of Life", is keeping the body of a woman whose brain has been replaced by spinal fluid alive.

What was it the Preznit said? Oh, yes:
The case of Terri Schiavo raises complex issues. Yet in instances like this one, where there are serious questions and substantial doubts, our society, our laws, and our courts should have a presumption in favor of life. Those who live at the mercy of others deserve our special care and concern. It should be our goal as a nation to build a culture of life, where all Americans are valued, welcomed, and protected - and that culture of life must extend to individuals with disabilities.


Yep, Culture of Life. This, from a man that couldn't be bothered to give death row inmates' cases anything more than a cursory review, if that.

Remember the Talk interview in 2000?
" `Please,' Bush whimpers, his lips pursed in mock desperation, `don't kill me,' "

151 men were executed while Bush was governor of Texas. Where was his "Culture of Life" then? Where was his "Culture of Life" when he signed a law allowing hospitals to take patients off life support when they felt it was getting too expensive? Where the fuck is his "Culture of Life" as he encourages the gutting of Medicare and turns a willfully blind eye to the abuse and torture of innocent men and women at the hands of American soldiers and allies? I'm sorry, I just don't fucking see it.

The longer this cretinous sack of shit, this lying, smirking fatcat that's never worked a fucking day in his life, the longer he's in office, the less I want to admit to even being the same fucking species as him.

And that goes for scumsucking bugfuckers like Tom DeLay, too.


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Friday Five - Mind-Killers

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Dan asks:
What are the 5 scariest moments in your life, the moments when you were most filled with fear?


Orson Scott Card had a great breakdown of the three main categories of fear: dread, terror and horror. Dread is the strongest - Card's description of it is wonderfully evocative:
Dread is the first and the strongest of the three kinds of fear. It is that tension, that waiting that comes when you know there is something to fear but you have not yet identified what it is. The fear that comes when you first realize that your spouse should have been home an hour ago; when you hear a strange sound in the baby's bedroom; when you realize that a window you are sure you closed is now open, the curtains billowing, and you're alone in the house.

Terror is next. It's the most fleeting of the three - the bullet's impact, the figure that bursts from behind the door. In the moment of terror, you are able to see the scope of the threat.
Horror is the weakest, and in some ways the easiest to exploit. It's the aftereffects; the body oozing blood, the burning wreckage of the World Trade Center - things that disgust or sicken. Horror can dehumanize us, make us numb to the things around us.

All of the above is, of course, a long way to go for me to state that I'll be doing a Friday Fifteen this week - the five moments of my life filled with the most dread, terror and horror respectively.

Starting with Horror:
  1. Second Grade - Playing at my friend Lawson's house, I broke my leg when I fell off a zipline. I tried to stand up after I fell and felt something grating inside my leg. Shortly after that, the pain hit me. It was horrible - the ride to the hospital, the wait in the emergency room and the setting of the bone (the doctor moved my leg, my father held my hand and 2 nurses or orderlies (I don't remember which) held me down.
  2. When I was a little older than that, we went on a trip to Pensacola to see my father's parents. I always enjoyed those trips - it meant we got to go to the beach, shop at an Army/Navy surplus store and my older brother Scott and I could eat ourselves sick on the kumquats growing in Granny and Grandpa's backyard. Their house was always kind of dark, but a cozy kind of dark. It smelled of air conditioning and salt air from the bayou at the end of the block. Pop always did fixit jobs when we went to visit them, fixing leaky sinks, patching the roof, stuff like that. Scott and I were at the hardware store with Pop when we heard his name paged on the intercom. Pop went to the main desk to answer the phone, then dropped the phone, picked up me and Scott and ran out to the car with us. On the way there, he didn't say much except that Granny was very sick. We pulled up just as the paramedics wheeled her unmoving form into the ambulance. Something about the stillness of her face horrified me - for weeks afterward, Scott would stare at me with his mouth slightly open, no expression on his face, just to watch me flinch away from him.
  3. I was pretty young - probably first or second grade - when my father explained the basics of the Holocaust to me. If I recall correctly, Scott and I had read a book on World War II and, as kids are wont to do, decided the Germans were cool because their planes and tanks looked the spiffiest. We were in the basement making a flag with a swastika on it, not understanding what it meant, when Pop came downstairs and freaked. He snatched the flag up and threw it away, then hauled us upstairs and explained that we were to never - NEVER - do that again. He explained that the people that used that flag had killed a lot of innocent people, that bad people still waved that flag, and he didn't want other folks to think Scott and I were bad people. A couple of weeks later, I was at the library and snuck over to the grownup books. In the history section, I found a book about Nazis and opened it up to the pictures. The photographs of the stacks of bodies at Dachau, the emaciated survivors of Auschwitz - even though most of the words in the book were beyond my comprehension - I slammed the book shut and ran back to the children's section. Gave me nightmares for weeks - it still does, occasionally.
  4. In high school, I lived on a farm. It wasn't big - 17 acres, most of them woods, but we had chickens and rabbits and a good-sized vegetable garden. The rabbits were all white, and one of my jobs was taking care of them - feeding them, changing their water, cleaning out the cages. One day, I noticed that one of the females had pulled out a bunch of her hair and made a little area in the corner. When I opened the top of the cage to change her water, I saw there were 3-4 tiny pink forms in there with her. I emptied the bowl and washed it out, then refilled it and put it back in. She was licking one of the babies, it seemed, so I leaned in closer to get a better look, just in time to see her bite into the neck of the baby and kill it. I yelled and tumbled backwards, and I only barely managed to avoid vomiting.
  5. When I was in elementary school, it was common for kids to walk unescorted the 4-5 blocks to the school. 4th and 5th graders commonly rode their bikes, and I was riding home with my friend Paul Ott one day when we noticed a commotion down the block. We rode down that way, noticing the fire truck and ambulance and the small car smashed dead-center onto a telephone pole. We watched in fascination as the paramedics knelt around something, and then they moved, and we saw the bloody man they were trying to save. A brace was on his neck, he was strapped on to a cart and a paramedic held a reddening wad of gauze to the man's side. We stared in silence as they put him in the ambulance and drove away, then went home without saying a word. We apparently came to the same agreement not to discuss it, because neither of us ever brought it up.
Terror is next:
  1. A little over 6 years ago, as I got ready for work (at that time, I was working the evening shift at my job), I stepped into the living room to pick a book out to read on my lunch break. When I came back into the kitchen, I saw that Drew had pulled my briefcase down from the table and had somehow managed to get a bottle of welbutrin out of a zippered pocket and open the childproof cap. For a moment, I was paralyzed - there were pills in his mouth and all over the floor. I snatched him up and desperately searched his mouth for pills, sweeping my fingers into his throat. I called poison control, scribbled a note to Melissa and jumped into the car with Drew, driving the 8 miles to the nearest hospital at about 90 mph. There was plenty of dread that day, too, but the terror is what I remember - that searing moment of realization of what Drew had done. He was, of course, fine, but we had a pretty damn stressful night before we knew for sure.
  2. About 8 years ago, I was trying to replace a broken window. It was a large piece of glass, 3 feet on a side, and I'd taken off my gloves so as to be able to control it better. As I slid the glass into place, the pane snapped. I looked down at my hand and saw the gaping wound right across my palm. I dropped the rest of the window and ran into the kitchen, dripping blood, where I washed my hand and wrapped a clean dishtowel around it as I waited for Melissa to get back from her trip to the grocery store. My fingers felt numb, and I was afraid that I'd managed to cut deep enough that a tendon had been severed. The terror was soon overwhelmed by anger, though.
  3. Working in Saint Augustine, FL was an education experience. I learned some important things about lighting design, electrics and how much fun sex on a washing machine can be. I also learned how to teleport. I had been sent under the stage to pull out props from the previous year that needed repairs. I had crawled almost 10 feet in when I heard a fast shk-shk-shk, followed by a faster prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I moved my flashlight around and saw about 2 feet in front of me a pygmy rattlesnake coiled up, beating its tail furiously as it warned me to stay the fuck away if I didn't want to get bitten in the eye. With a high-pitched scream, I scuttled backwards as fast as I could, and to this day I still don't think I actually crossed through the space between my location and the exit - another technician said that he heard my scream and the next thing he knew I was standing behind him trembling.
  4. While my leg was broken, I was standing at a bus stop with my father and Scott. Pop leaned over, grinning, and whispered to me, "Look out - there's a wolf behind you!" I turned around and saw a german shepherd sitting on the lawn, mouth open and tail wagging. Upon reflection, it was clear that the dog was friendly, and my father was making a joke about the obvious docility of the dog facing me. I didn't take time to reflect, though. I had just the night before heard one of the innumerable fairy tales with an evil wolf in it, and so terror, not hilarity, was the order of the moment. I started crying, Scott started laughing and Pop realized that the joke he thought he was sharing with me had gone wrong. He realized how wrong when one of my crutches slammed into his crotch. I was pretty shaken up and we decided to cancel our bus ride to the ice cream shop that day.
  5. Summer of 1987, I worked at a restaurant and bar in Atlanta washing dishes on the night shift. I pulled about 60 hours a week, and for the times, made decent money. I was living in a converted warehouse with Scott and a friend of his, and when he and his roommate took a trip to Jamaica, they asked me to drive them to the airport in Scott's truck. On the way back, Scott and Ladd's girlfriends rode with me in the truck back to the warehouse. Driving north on I-75/85, the truck hit a patch of wet road as I was braking because of a slow semi trailer in the lane in front of me, and it went out of control. It spun across 3 lanes of traffic as I strained to get some measure of control. The truck came to a stop when the back end smashed into one of the concrete dividers in the center of the highway and I came out of it with a black eye, a $200 repair bill and an intense and lasting dislike of wet roads. The feeling of being unable to control the truck, the knowledge that I could get t-boned by a big truck any second and the release of every ounce of fluid in my bladder all combined to feed what were some of the scariest moments in my life.
Dread is last:
  1. During her second year of graduate school, Melissa got pregnant. Or, rather, I got her pregnant. Or we got her pregnant. Anyway, she was pregnant. I was substitute teaching, taking teaching classes and working at a crappy retail job. We didn't have any insurance, and wound up going on Medicaid to cover prenatal care and the delivery. About 12 weeks in to the pregnancy, I got a call at the school at which I was substituting. Melissa was in tears, sobbing, and I could barely understand her when she said the baby was dead, and that she was at Seton Hospital. I didn't listen to the rest of what she said, just told the Vice-Principal of the school (who happened to be standing next to me in the office) that there was a medical emergency, and I'd be leaving right away. I ran to the parking lot, my stomach knotted with worry - Melissa hadn't given many details, and this was completely outside my experience. At Seton, I screeched to a halt in the parking deck and ran pell-mell in to the Emergency Room entrance. The woman at the desk said my wife hadn't checked in there, but when I breathlessly mentioned that my wife was having a miscarriage, she gave me directions to the 3rd floor, where she might have been taken directly. My intestines twisted more - I didn't know where Melissa was, what was going on. Upstairs, they'd never heard of Melissa either. I was fighting back sobs of frustration and fear as I explained the situation, and one nurse said that it was possible she was in the office building next to the hospital - if she'd gone in for a sonogram, she might be there. I ran downstairs and out of the building, finally finding Melissa in the lobby there. The hour between her call and when I found her was one of the worst in my life, because I didn't know anything.
  2. Moving from the tragic to the mundane, my senior year of college I met a wonderful girl. Melissa was smart, witty, sexy and charming. In short (no pun intended), exactly what I liked the most. We started hanging out together, watching movies and shooting the breeze, smoking cigarettes outside the theater and bitching about classes. Somehow, we made the transition from hanging around with each other to dating without ever actually having been on a date. I scraped some cash together and asked her out on a date, planning to take her to a Chinese restaurant in town that had especially good food. The 24 hours or so between asking her out and picking her up for the date were pretty awful - every possible Bad Date scenario ran through my mind, and I was afraid I was going to somehow screw things up and lose out on something I'd already recognized as a relationship with long-term potential. Thankfully, it all worked out.
  3. When my mother got tired of dealing with us, when she ran right up to the edge of completely losing her shit (and I'll admit that as a parent, I understand fully how she felt), she'd tell us to wait until Pop got home. The waiting until Pop's truck pulled up in the driveway was always bad - lots of time to reflect, time that draaaaaaggggssss - the Hour that Stretches, as it were. The waiting was, in fact, worse in many respects than the spanking or grounding.
  4. I get little moments of dread when the phone rings at home and I see my parents' number. There's no rational reason - they're in good health, albeit a little stressed from their recent move. Still, I always get this flash of some horrid scenario before I answer the phone - my grandparents have died/been horribly scalded/been kidnapped by Kurdish guerrillas, my brothers are on life support/in jail/fleeing an angry mob, my parents are battling a raging house fire/at the hospital/not really human at all, but Cabbages Or Something In Disguise. Like I said, it's not a rational dread, and so far, there's only been a couple of times that the news has been bad, and it's far outweighed by the good news and the joy of just talking to my parents.
  5. On 9/11, I was at work when the planes hit. I saw the second plane smash into the building on CNN and the TV monitors in my workplace were chock-full of every damn thing there was about the attacks all day, but the worst part of the day for me was knowing that Melissa's father, a pilot for United, was supposed to be on his way to work that morning. In those first few hours, where everyone was scrambling to find out what was happening, I sat and watched, calling Melissa and her mother constantly trying to find out what news, if any, they had. As the morning wore on, it became clear that he probably was OK - he was on his way to Chicago from Austin, after all, and the missing flights were from Boston and New York City. Finally, some time in the afternoon, the phone circuits unjammed enough that Norm was able to use his cell phone to call and reassure everyone. His flight had been grounded in Chicago, all was well.
The other Friday Fivers battle their fears here.


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Thursday, March 24, 2005
 
Idunno, Dick - It's Got A Good Beat, And I Can Dance To It!

Bunarchy!

Spiffy animation and a catchy tune. You will be earwigged, but you'll be OK with that.

Yoinked, for the record, from Spidra.


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What Do You Do When The Whole Barrel Is Rotten?

Remember last year, when we were assured that the problems at Abu Ghraib were the work of a few bad apples?

Since that time, the soldiers caught on film abusing prisoners have all been charged and a few have been convicted and sentenced, but none of the military intelligence officers or the civilian contractors that ordered the abuse have been disciplined. The individuals at the top that ordered, encouraged or facilitated the abuse and torture have, of course, been left to walk around scot-free. Donald Rumsfeld, Alberto Gonzales, Bush, Cheney - they're just fine, thankyouverymuch.

One of the other tidbits that came out of Abu Ghraib was that the CIA and the Army were cooperating to keep some detainees hidden from Red Cross monitors. One prisoner had been placed there at the express request of Donald Rumsfeld, another had been neaten to death in a shower stall at the prison. This, we were told, was more of those darn "bad apples" at work, and it certainly wasn't part of a widespread pattern. Just like the torture and abuse weren't part of a widespread pattern, and don't you even bother looking at other detention facilities in Iraq, or in Afghanistan, and Gitmo is perfectly fine.

We've found since, of course, that if torture and abuse are the work of bad apples, someone trucked in a whole bunch of rotten ones, because it's pretty much the rule, not the exception.

And now we are... not shocked, really. More like resignedly disappointed to find that the CIA has a whole network of invisible prisoners. They've worked hand-in-hand to violate the Geneva Conventions, US and international law.
Senior defense officials have described the CIA practice of hiding unregistered detainees at Abu Ghraib prison as ad hoc and unauthorized, but a review of Army documents shows that the agency's "ghosting" program was systematic and known to three senior intelligence officials in Iraq.

and
The documents show that the highest-ranking general in Iraq at the time acknowledged that his top intelligence officer was aware the CIA was using Abu Ghraib's cells, a policy the general abruptly stopped when questions arose.

and
Lt. Gen. Ricardo S. Sanchez, the top Army officer in Iraq at the time, told the Senate Armed Services Committee last spring that there was no system of keeping such detainees at Abu Ghraib, but he later acknowledged two cases in which it had happened, including that of one detainee who died in custody and another who was kept without registration at the behest of Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld.

Now, I don't know if you recall a few years back, when over $40,000,000 was spent to determine that this guy had lied about getting a blowjob at work, but the term "perjury" was bandied about pretty frequently. I'm no legal expert, but it sure as shit sounds to me like Rumsfeld and Sanchez, at the very least, were engaging in what is known in the legal profession as lying their asses off.

Is tarring and feathering still legal? There's a whole list of sanctimonious, posturing, hypocritical sons of bitches that need to get tarred, feathered and run out of town on a fuckin' rail.


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Celebrity Necrophiles

If, through some mischance, I am reduced to a permanent vegetative state and have lost all higher brain functions and my body (bereft of anything resembling consciousness) has been kept alive, please try to line up some decent celebrities, OK? I mean, it's not that I want my body to be kept alive to suck money through a feeding tube for decades if my brain is so much tapioca, but if it happens, I just want to know I'll have someone cooler than Patricia "Everybody Loves Raymond" Heaton or Pat Fucking Boone involved. It's bad enough that Tom DeLay, the Bush brothers and Bill Frist are all using Teri Schiavo's corpse in some bizarre politically necrophiliac ritual, and the psychotic hangers-on like Randall Terry seriously creep me out, but getting third-stringers like Heaton and Boone is just adding insult to injury.

In fact, do me a favor, go ahead and line up William Shatner, Keith Richards and Seth Green as celebrity spokespeople for the "Adam's Dead, Let's Party" campaign. I'd like Kate Beckinsale, Bernadette Peters and Rupert Everett to run the "We're So Desperately Sad Adam's Dead Because We Never Got To Date Him" foundation.

Any "pro-life" freakos that show up, you've got advance permission to beat 'em senseless.


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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
 
Gravity is a Harsh Mistress

Alec's found a new game.

He's mastered the "Shove A Chair Around So You Can Climb To Dangerous Places" trick, as well as the ninjalike stealth that allows him to remain undetected until he lets loose a giggle as he teeters on top of the kitchen counter near the knife block or hangs by one arm from the banister rail on the staircase.

Yesterday, I was in the living room helping Drew out with a computer game and heard Alec's excited squeal. I ran into the kitchen to find that in the 30 seconds I'd been in the other room, he'd managed to slide a chair across the kitchen, climb up on to the counter, force the window open a little wider and get his head and shoulders out the window. A tug of war ensued, with me winning thanks to Newton's laws involving mass and acceleration. I recieved no thanks from Alec, who decided instead to cry at the top of his lungs, because nothing is meaner than a Daddy that won't let his son dive headfirst into shrubbery, right up there on the "mean" list with cruel mothers that grab their toddlers before they run into the street. At least I'm at least in good company.

Later, when Melissa was downstairs, I was recounting this latest development in the life of Danger!Baby when I noticed that our basket of cloth napkins on the window sill was suspiciously empty. Sure enough, a glance out the window showed me that our entire napkin stock was sitting in the dirt between the wall of the house and the roots of the front shrubbery. It was easy to get back to the napkins - there's about 18" between the shrub and the house. Getting back, though, seemed to be a real problem. My feet kept getting tangled, and just as I neared the pavement leading up to the front door, I had that flash of warning you sometimes get - "LOOK OUT! YOU'RE GOING TO FALL, BUT YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" my brain screamed as I suddenly became aware of the fact that one foot was on top of the other and my center of gravity had inexplicably moved about 2' forward, while my body stayed in the same place.

In slow motion, I toppled.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" my voice bellowed in the slow-motion normally reserved for shots of Mel Gibson outrunning a gas explosion. The pavement shot towards me at an alarming rate, especially considering that everything else was moving so slowly.

I thought about the fact that I was, apparently, about to smack my face onto concrete with the full force of 250+ lb falling in a six-foot-one-inch tall arc. The mathematics of the force and acceleration of it were beyond me, save for the careful estimate that I would hit with "A Whole Goddamn Lot" of force and it would hurt even more.

Somehow, I managed to flail and get one arm under me (wondering if this was the wisest course) and hit on my right hand, rolling on to my right shoulder and finally hitting the right side of my head on the sidewalk. I lay there for a moment, running a mental inventory.
  • Broken bones? No.
  • Gaping head wound? Doesn't feel that way.
  • Spinal injury? Considering how much my knee hurts, not likely.
  • Stunned the neighbors with my (lack of) grace? (after a glance across the street at the neighbor mowing her lawn) Oh, yes. Mission Accomplished!

I slowly picked myself up and walked inside, managing to jauntily wave at the neighbor, as if this was part of some well-known exercise program, was nothing to note or remember, and wasn't she jealous that she couldn't trip those pounds away?

On the plus side, I made a rather nice spaghetti sauce on the spur of the moment (the freezer container labeled "spaghetti sauce" turned out instead to hold turkey noodle soup) and we were able to watch "The Amazing Race" instead of sit in an emergency room holding an Inadequate Ice Pack to my head.

Next time, I'm tying a rope around Alec's waist and making him get the goddamn napkins.


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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
 
Dream

I'm in a very large, very new grocery store. I am alone, and have only a few small items to purchase.

Noting the shiny, freshly waxed floor, I make a decision: I'll skate my way through the store.

I take my shoes off and begin gliding through the store in my socks, dodging the carts of other shoppers, leaping over low displays, zooming down the aisles and (somehow) managing to take 90-degree turns without wiping out.

In short order, I've got the stuff I needed to purchase (cheese, french bread, a bottle of wine, AA batteries and motor oil) and am headed back to the checkout line. On the way, I see that others have had my idea, and I am forced to veer around several families sliding and skidding their ways across the store, unable to display the brilliant control I manage. All admire my grace and skill. Women swoon, men glare jealously at me.

I'll go back to that store for all my shopping, I think.


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Monday, March 21, 2005
 
Who Elected These Tools?

U.S. Misled Allies About Nuclear Export
In an effort to increase pressure on North Korea, the Bush administration told its Asian allies in briefings earlier this year that Pyongyang had exported nuclear material to Libya. That was a significant new charge, the first allegation that North Korea was helping to create a new nuclear weapons state.

But that is not what U.S. intelligence reported, according to two officials with detailed knowledge of the transaction. North Korea, according to the intelligence, had supplied uranium hexafluoride -- which can be enriched to weapons-grade uranium -- to Pakistan. It was Pakistan, a key U.S. ally with its own nuclear arsenal, that sold the material to Libya. The U.S. government had no evidence, the officials said, that North Korea knew of the second transaction.

Pakistan's role as both the buyer and the seller was concealed to cover up the part played by Washington's partner in the hunt for al Qaeda leaders, according to the officials, who discussed the issue on the condition of anonymity. In addition, a North Korea-Pakistan transfer would not have been news to the U.S. allies, which have known of such transfers for years and viewed them as a business matter between sovereign states.
Don't get me wrong here - I think North Korea's a real threat - but we're glossing over the transfer of nuclear material and technology willy-nilly across central Asia and the Middle East just because a dictator we're propping up is pretending to be helping us? Pakistan is a serious threat to peace and order in the entire region - it has nuclear missiles, actively sponsors terrorist groups, has provided some degree of official and/or unofficial protection for Al Quaeda and related groups in the very recent past and the scientist running its nuclear program used official government equipment and transport to sell nuclear technology to Iran and Libya, among others. The Pakistani government supported the Taliban and turned a blind eye to financial activity by wealthy supporters of terrorism within its borders.

This doesn't help our credibility (not that we had much left, after all that's gone before).

So let's sum up the brilliant diplomatic track record we've built up lately:
  1. Bush appointed as Secretary of State a toady that was incapable of recognizing that a document entitled, "Al Quaeda determined to attack within United States" (a document that specifically warned about the use of hijacked planes as weapons) might require some rapid action by one or more government agencies.
  2. Bush nominated as Ambassador to the United Nations Josh Bolton, an individual that has made his disdain for that organization, and in fact, all aspects of that little thing known as "diplomacy", abundantly clear.
  3. Bush nominated as Attorney General a toady that has gone to great lengths to permit and justify the use of torture against illegal detainees at Guatanamo Bay and elsewhere.
  4. US forces attached as a security detail for former Proconsul Ambassador to Iraq, John Negroponte (the same John Negroponte that, as ambassador to Honduras, actively worked to cover up activities by US-backed and trained death squads) shot up without apparent provocation a car carrying an Italian journalist and several Italian Secret Service agents as they returned from freeing the journalist, resulting in the wounding of the journalist and the death of one agent.
  5. (Late edit - Can't believe I forgot this one) Nominated to head the World Bank one Paul Wolfowitz, the fool that came up with the cockamamie idea to invade Iraq, encouraged the reliance on Achmed Chalabi's dubious intelligence (in both senses of the word), oversaw the implementation of no-bid contracts for reconstruction with corporations intimately tied to the Bush administration, corporations that overbilled by hundreds of millions of dollars for jobs that were either done poorly or not done at all, underestimated by several orders of magnitude the cost, in human lives and money, of the invasion and is regarded in Europe and elsewhere in the world as an imperialist, a buffoon and a vile warmonger.
And that's just the stuff so far in 2005 that immediately springs to mind. We'll leave off that whole "made up a bunch of shit and invaded Iraq" mess from 2 years ago, as well as the "US forces engaged in regular torture, assault and humiliation of innocent men, women and children in the exact same prisons used for those purposes by Saddam Hussein" thing from last year. The "we're going to lecture you about democracy, fair elections and human rights despite our recent piss-poor record on all 3 of those" hypocrisy goes without saying, of course.

Red America, I'd appreciate it greatly if you could all punch yourselves in your fuckin' heads, because I simply don't have the time to go and do it myself. Thanks, morons!


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Sunday, March 20, 2005
 
I Don't Have the Liver I Used To


Time was, I'd drink a lot and it wouldn't be a real problem - I'd feel a little hung over the next day, but it'd take a lot to get me there.


Those days are gone, apparently. Went to a friend's birthday party last night and saw Dutcher, Julie and Maggie (among others - I'd have linked to 'em, but the other folks there either don't have blogs, or don't have blogs that I know of). Lots of fun, good conversation, lots of bizarre stories were told. Anecdotes were related. Wine and beer were consumed.


I had 2 glasses of wine and one beer - time was, that'd be enough to get me a nice buzz I could coast on for the rest of the evening. Last night, when it came time to leave, I got about 3 blocks away and realized I was much worse off than I thought. This necessitated my pulling into a Whataburger and having a burger, fries and a cup of coffee, sitting until my personal Drunk-O-Meter had moved back into the green zone.


The positive I get out of this, of course, is that it's much cheaper for a hypothetical date to get me drunk and take advantage of me.


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Saturday, March 19, 2005
 
Feelin' Butch

Today I have:
  1. Flushed my radiator.
  2. Replaced the thermostat.
  3. Changed the oil.
I am so macho and it's fabulous!


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Friday, March 18, 2005
 
Conservatives or Communists?

Found this over at Whiskey Bar:
Scenes From the Cultural Revolution

It's quotes from conservatives about the supposed "liberal" bias in academic circles juxtaposed with quotes from and about Chairman Mao's Cultural Revolution.
I'm not saying that conservatives in America are Communists, just pointing out that anti-intellectuallism is shared by any group or ideology threatened by a thinking, reasoning public.
I have undertaken the task of organizing conservative students myself and urging them to protest a situation that has become intolerable. - David Horowitz - The Campus Blacklist - April 18, 2003

Students on University campuses were organized into groups of “Red Guards” and were given the chance to challenge those in authority. Students quickly turned their attacks on their closest adversaries, their teachers and university administrators. - Therese Hoffman - The Chinese Cultural Revolution: Autobiographical Accounts of a National Trauma - 2001
And...
It is refreshing that conservative students are increasingly fighting back against academic intolerance. Some conservative students at the University of Texas have begun compiling a "Professor Watch List" to warn students about professors who use their classes for liberal indoctrination. - Phyllis Schlafly - Confronting The Campus Radicals - January 12, 2004

Large numbers of revolutionary young people . . . have become courageous and daring path breakers. Through the media of big-character posters and great debates, they argue things out, expose and criticize thoroughly, and launch resolute attacks on the open and hidden representatives of the bourgeoisie. - Central Committee of the Communist Party of China - Resolutions of the Eleventh Plenum - August 1966
Also...
Last spring I organized college students to investigate the voter-registration records of university professors at more than a dozen institutions of higher learning. I had them target the social sciences. The students used primary registration to determine party affiliation, although admittedly, it's not always an exact match. - David Horowitz - Closed doors, closed minds - June 20, 2002

The "working groups" organized sessions to expose and to criticize teachers and divided all teachers into four categories: good, fair, those with serious errors, and anti-Party, anti-socialist rightists. - Youqin Wang - Student Attacks Against Teachers: The Revolution of 1966 - July 1996
This is the one that really sent chills through me, though:
I believe that the university should check into [professor] David Gibbs. He is an anti-American communist who hates America and is trying to brainwash young people into thinking America sucks. He needs to go and live in a Third World country to appreciate what he has here. Have him investigated by the FBI. FBI has been contacted. - Student evaluation form - Submitted to the University of Arizona - Spring 2004

The cleansing campaign operated like any inquisition, witchhunt, or similar political movement. The first step was an accusation plausibly lodged against an individual, or suspicion placed upon them by their personal history or associations. - Andrew G. Walder - Anatomy of an Inquisition - July 1996



And who says the kids these days don't learn anything from history?


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Friday Five - I Dream Of Genie

It's my turn this week:
You lucked out - you found a lamp with an extremely generous genie. 100 wishes, and all for you! What are the last five wishes you make?
100 wishes. Knowing me, I'll run through the usual ones pretty early: an adjustable metabolism so I'll stay at my ideal weight, time to exercise, super powers, Bernadette Peters, Kate Beckinsale and a tub of whipped cream.... The middle ones are easy, too: more wisdom from politicians, more intelligence in the voters, the disappearance of the works of Danielle Steele, Piers Anthony, Terry Brooks, Shania Twain and Madonna from the face of the Earth.... The last five, though - that's where it gets weird.

(Gord did the same thing I was planning when he answered today, so I'll have to vamp)

  1. Do-Over! - I want to be able to back life up 10-15 minutes and redo it. Something that allows me to correct myself when I say or do stupid things.
  2. A Giant Robot - Come on! Who hasn't wanted one of those? 100 feet tall, cybernetically controlled with a laser sword and all that cool stuff. Give me a speeding ticket now, City of Houston! Flee in terror, puny Hummer drivers! It's STOMPIN' TIME.
  3. Gaming Time - No matter what, there's always time to game that doesn't conflict with anyone's schedule, it can run as late as it needs to and no one has a problem with that.
  4. Face the Music - The power to make other people realize their mistakes and own up to them.
  5. Pie - Lots of pie, whenever I want it. I love pie - I'd punch Jesus smack inna mouth for a slice of good homemade pie. Especially chocolate meringue.
The other Friday Fivers and their much more selfish wishes are listed here.


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Thursday, March 17, 2005
 
Darn Those Greedy Unions!


Related to my posts from yesterday, we have further evidence of how grredy, grasping workers are demolishing our nation's leading corporations: United CEO gets $366,000 bonus, employee pay is slashed.
Bankrupt United Airlines paid its top executive a bonus of over $366,000 last year as the company sought salary and other concessions from union workers, but has cut his pay by 15 percent in 2005.

Documents filed with the government Wednesday showed that Chief Executive Glenn Tilton's salary plus bonus amounted to more than $1.1 million in 2004, even though he accepted a pay cut during the year.

Must be nice, getting a bonus for agreeing to a pay "cut".


For the record, this is the same United Airlines that recently announced it couldn't pay the pensions it promised its employees, handing that over to the Federal Government to take over, resulting in reduced future benefits for current employees.


This is the same United that has whined and screamed about how the pilots', mechanics' and flight attendants' unions are driving them out of business because they make so much money. Pilots accepted huge cuts in their pay following 9/11 to keep the company afloat, but the idiots in the executive offices managed to piss that away, keeping their pay and bonuses intact through fair means and foul.
Bruce Lakefield, Tilton's counterpart at the only other major U.S. carrier in bankruptcy -- US Airways -- has a salary of $425,000. That figure is sharply lower than his predecessors, and is in line with counterparts at the low-cost airlines, which US Airways is in many ways trying to emulate.

But Lakefield, a former Wall Street executive, did not take a pay cut when the company slashed wages and benefits for its union workers this year.

American Airlines president and chief executive Gerard Arpey makes over $500,000 in salary, while Larry Kellner at Continental Airlines makes about $700,000.

Yeah, those damn unions, sneakily accepting pay and benefit cuts, then using some kind of Jedi Mind Trick to force those executive bastards to accept huge bonuses.


I'm just thankful we have a leader annointed by God to save these poor, oppressed fatcat bastards from the naked greed of the workers. Can you imagine what kind of Hell we'd live in if the rich couldn't get richer at the expense of the poor?


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Wednesday, March 16, 2005
 
Revised Figures


It was pointed out to me at Dispatches From the Trenches that the figures in my post below were not adjusted for inflation.

This made it seem at first glance that the increases in the minimum wage have been sufficient to keep abreast of inflation. That ain't so.

Courtesy of CJR's Inflation Calculator:

(All figures in 2001 dollars)

1971:
  • Minimum wage annual income: $29,039
  • Average household income: $45,328
  • Average CEO pay: $1,528,380

1981:
  • Minimum wage annual income: $13,586
  • Average household income: $44,419
  • Average CEO pay: $1,851,851

1991:
  • Minimum wage annual income: $11,222
  • Average household income: $49,313
  • Average CEO pay: $4,191,157

2001:
  • Minimum wage annual income: $10,712
  • Average household income: $58,208
  • Average CEO pay: $22,420,000

In 2001 dollars, then, we find that:
  • The minimum wage has decreased 63% in real value since 1971.
  • The average household income has increased 128%
  • The pay of CEOs has increased 1466%
So it's the fuckin' unions that are destroying America's productivity? Give me a goddamn break. That's so full of shit it ain't even funny.


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Some Interesting Figures

In 1971:
  • The minimum wage was set at $1.60 per hour. A minimum-wage worker brought home $128 every two weeks (before taxes and withholding) and earned $6,656 per year (before taxes and withholding).
  • The average household income in the United States was $10,383 per year. The median income was $9,030 per year.
  • The average CEO of a publicly-held corporation earned in salary, stocks, stock options and bonuses approximately 35 times the pay of the average worker at their company - around $350,000.00 per year.
In 1981:
  • The minimum wage was $3.35 per hour. A minimum-wage worker brought home $268 every two weeks (before taxes and withholding) and earned $6,968 per year (before taxes and withholding).
  • The average household income in the United States was $22787 per year. The median income was $19,074 per year.
  • The average CEO of a publicly-held corporation earned in salary, stocks, stock options and bonuses approximately 42 times the pay of the average worker at their company - around $950,000.00 per year.
In 1991:
  • The minimum wage was set at $4.25 per hour. A minimum-wage worker brought home $332 every two weeks (before taxes and withholding) and earned $8,632 per year (before taxes and withholding).
  • The average household income in the United States was $37,922 per year. The median income was $30,126 per year.
  • The average CEO of a publicly-held corporation earned in salary, stocks, stock options and bonuses approximately 85 times the pay of the average worker at their company - around $3,223,000.00 per year.
In 2001:
  • The minimum wage was set at $5.15 per hour. A minimum-wage worker brought home $412 every two weeks (before taxes and withholding) and earned $10,712 per year (before taxes and withholding).
  • The average household income in the United States was $58,208 per year. The median income was $42.228 per year.
  • The average CEO of a publicly-held corporation earned in salary, stocks, stock options and bonuses approximately 531 times the pay of the average worker at their company - around $22,420,000.00 per year.
What can we draw from this?

Here's some thoughts that come to my mind:
  1. It doesn't matter which party is in power, over the last 30-odd years, the folks at the bottom of the scale have been increasingly marginalized.
  2. At the same time, the executives that lead our biggest companies have been granted more and more astronomical pay packages, in some cases up to 60% of the profits earned by their company. These salaries, stock grants and stock option grants are frequently given to the CEOs regardless of the actual performance of the company they head.
  3. Jobs have, especially over the last 10 years, been shipped outside the US in order to allow corporations to (a) pay less in wages to workers and (b) make bigger profits. This is being done at the same time that executive compensation has risen about 6400%.
  4. Over the same 30 years, the minimum wage has risen 321%.
  5. In one hour, the average CEO earns the wages that one minimum-wage worker earns in a year.
  6. Had the minimum wage increased at the same rate of CEO pay packages over the last decade, it would be over $25 per hour.
In the last 7 years, the US Senate has had 7 pay raises - they have to vote not to get a raise. When's the last time you got a raise?


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Tuesday, March 15, 2005
 
Sane Judges and Crazy Bigots in California

Court invalidates California's ban on same-sex marriage

Richard Kramer, a Roman Catholic judge appointed to the Superior Court by Republican governor Pete Wilson, ruled yesterday that California's ban on same-sex marriages is a violation of "the basic human right to marry the person of one's choice."
Rejecting California Attorney General Bill Lockyer's argument that California is entitled to maintain the traditional definition of marriage, Kramer said the same explanation was offered for the state's ban on interracial marriage, which was struck down by the state Supreme Court in 1948.

The judge also rejected arguments by opponents of same-sex marriage that the current law promotes procreation and child-rearing by a husband and wife. "One does not have to be married in order to procreate, nor does one have to procreate in order to marry," Kramer said.
Already, of course, the know-nothings and the bigots are squealing about it. With a stroke of his pen, Judge Kramer went from being a "brilliant guy", a tough but fair jurist, to being a "liberal activist judge". Already, we're hearing that this ruling oppresses Christians, devalues marriage, that it's "tyranny".
"Judicial tyranny is alive and well and reigning in San Francisco," said the Rev. Louis Sheldon, chairman of the Anaheim-based Traditional Values Coalition
Judicial tyranny? For offering an interpretation of the law, and applying sound legal and
logical principles to a bad law? Puh-leeeeze.
A bedrock social issue such as marriage "should be decided by the American voters, not by the court," said Tom Del Beccaro, chairman of the Republican Party of Contra Costa and president of California's county Republican chairs. "A decision about such an important societal institution shouldn't be in the hands of one, two
or even nine judges."
By those standards, slavery would still be legal. The whole purpose of the Constitution is to make sure that the rights of minorities are protected along with the rights of the majority. Equal protection and all that, wot? One of the primary functions of the judiciary is to examine laws in relation to previously existing laws, including the constitution (either state or federal, depending, of course, upon the court) and determine if a law is valid. If a law conflicts with existing law, the judges are empowered within reason to rectify it - either issuing a ruling clarifying the law (in cases of ambiguity) or throwing the law out (if there's no way to reconcile it). The California ban was incompatible with the constitution of the state, which was approved by the voters.
"If this is unconstitutional, there is another constitution to answer to, and that is the word of God," said [Thomas] Wang, who organized a 7,000-person rally in San Francisco's Sunset District last April against the legalization of same-sex
marriage.
Yes, Reverend Wang, there is another constitution to answer to, the United States Constitution. The purported wishes of God(s) do not enter into it - God didn't found the United States, citizens did. They threw of the yoke of kings, they fought, bled and died. Human beings did all the fucking heavy lifting in this country, not God.
Wang was particularly disturbed by a portion of Kramer's ruling that rejected the notion that one of the functions of state law was to promote procreation and child-rearing by a husband and wife. Kramer wrote, "One does not have to be married in order to procreate, nor does one have to procreate in order to be married."

Wang responded by quoting Chapter 18, Verse 22 of the Old Testament author Leviticus, describing God's instructions to Moses: "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination."
I bet Wang is wearing poly/cotton blend clothing, and I bet he's eaten shrimp. If you're going to insist that we follow God's law, you sweet-ass better follow it to the letter. God, the Old Testament God, is pretty damn specific about that.
"If everyone in the world would follow the same-sex pattern, then there would be genocide," said Wang, who heads the Great Commission Center International, a missionary organization, inMountain View.
Hold on - how does the straw man of worldwide homosexual relationships lead to genocide? Genocide is, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, The systematic and planned extermination of an entire national, racial, political, or ethnic group.. Billions of men and women engaging in sweet gay lovin' does not strike me as "systematic and planned extermination". No, the only genocide I hear about is from assholes like you and Phelps and Falwell - proclamations that God considers people like me and good friends of mine "abominations" is a step on the road to completely dehumanizing us. First God hates us, then we're a threat to the children, then you've got a pretext to lock us up to protect society and how far are we then from genocide?

Yeah, I know - "hate the sin, love the sinner". That's bullshit - we don't feel the love, you dig? Perhaps (and I'm making a wild guess here) it's because there isn't any love at all, save for your own selves.

Let's see what else the bigots had to say, shall we?
Eva Muntean, who co-organized a 1,000-person march against same-sex marriage last April in North Beach that drew Roman Catholic Archbishop William Levada, said, "We support marriage as between a man and a woman because it is a building block of our society that is designed to give children a mother and a father.

"Marriage is defined by centuries of common law in societies around the world as between a man and a woman," said Muntean, who was also co-chair of January's anti-abortion rights Walk for Life West Coast in San Francisco.
Yeah, and accodring to centuries of common law in societies around the world, slavery is OK, and if a wife mouths off to her husband, he's allowed to beat her, 'cause she's his property. Spare me your legal judgement, Eva. You're talking out of your ass.
"(Same-sex marriage) is not the equivalent of regular (heterosexual) marriage," said Bill Tam, executive director of the Chinese Family Alliance in San Francisco, a 1,200-member organization that is influential among the region's conservative Chinese Christians. "People say that if people are in love they should be able
to get married. But what if they are brothers? Or a father and a daughter?"
Ah, the good old slippery slope! Gay marriage today, incest tomorrow! I suppose next week we'll be having the man-on-dog and man-on-turtle marriages so desperately desired by Senators Santorum and Cornyn? When do we get to marry our toasters?

The Traditional Values Coalition's Sheldon plans to meet with conservative Christian, Muslim and Orthodox Jewish leaders, hoping they will help to lobby California legislators on twin bills that would amend the Constitution to outlaw same-sex marriage.
Man alive, it is good to see fundamentalist Jews, Christians and Muslims working together out of their mutual love for the same God, striving with pure hearts to oppress a group that has done them no harm. Isn't that heart-warming?


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Domestic Disturbance - Home Comforts


New month, new column by my wife.


Home Comforts.


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Monday, March 14, 2005
 
Pravda, Schmavda!


The New York Times had an interesting article this weekend:
Under Bush, a New Age of Prepackaged TV News
It is the kind of TV news coverage every president covets.

"Thank you, Bush. Thank you, U.S.A.," a jubilant Iraqi-American told a camera crew in Kansas City for a segment about reaction to the fall of Baghdad. A second report told of "another success" in the Bush administration's "drive to strengthen aviation security"; the reporter called it "one of the most remarkable campaigns in aviation history." A third segment, broadcast in January, described the administration's determination to open markets for American farmers.

To a viewer, each report looked like any other 90-second segment on the local news. In fact, the federal government produced all three. The report from Kansas City was made by the State Department. The "reporter" covering airport safety was actually a public relations professional working under a false name for the Transportation Security Administration. The farming segment was done by the Agriculture Department's office of communications.

Under the Bush administration, the federal government has aggressively used a well-established tool of public relations: the prepackaged, ready-to-serve news report that major corporations have long distributed to TV stations to pitch everything from headache remedies to auto insurance. In all, at least 20 federal agencies, including the Defense Department and the Census Bureau, have made and distributed hundreds of television news segments in the past four years, records and interviews show. Many were subsequently broadcast on local stations across the country without any acknowledgement of the government's role in their production.

This winter, Washington has been roiled by revelations that a handful of columnists wrote in support of administration policies without disclosing they had accepted payments from the government. But the administration's efforts to generate positive news coverage have been considerably more pervasive than previously known. At the same time, records and interviews suggest widespread complicity or negligence by television stations, given industry ethics standards that discourage the broadcast of prepackaged news segments from any outside group without revealing the source.

Federal agencies are forthright with broadcasters about the origin of the news segments they distribute. The reports themselves, though, are designed to fit seamlessly into the typical local news broadcast. In most cases, the "reporters" are careful not to state in the segment that they work for the government. Their reports generally avoid overt ideological appeals. Instead, the government's news-making apparatus has produced a quiet drumbeat of broadcasts describing a vigilant and compassionate administration.

Some reports were produced to support the administration's most cherished policy objectives, like regime change in Iraq or Medicare reform. Others focused on less prominent matters, like the administration's efforts to offer free after-school tutoring, its campaign to curb childhood obesity, its initiatives to preserve forests and wetlands, its plans to fight computer viruses, even its attempts to fight holiday drunken driving. They often feature "interviews" with senior administration officials in which questions are scripted and answers rehearsed. Critics, though, are excluded, as are any hints of mismanagement, waste or controversy.

Some of the segments were broadcast in some of nation's largest television markets, including New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas and Atlanta.



The article mentions that this practice began during the Clinton administration, but that it has expanded under Bush, despite his proclamation in January that "There needs to be a nice independent relationship between the White House and the press" in relation to the revelations about the payola offered to Armstrong Williams, et al.
...in three separate opinions in the past year, the Government Accountability Office, an investigative arm of Congress that studies the federal government and its expenditures, has held that government-made news segments may constitute improper "covert propaganda" even if their origin is made clear to the television stations. The point, the office said, is whether viewers know the origin. Last month, in its most recent finding, the G.A.O. said federal agencies may not produce prepackaged news reports "that conceal or do not clearly identify for the television viewing audience that the agency was the source of those materials."

As with so many other things from this misAdministration, the words that are spoken bear little relation to the actions taken:
It is not certain, though, whether the office's pronouncements will have much practical effect. Although a few federal agencies have stopped making television news segments, others continue. And on Friday, the Justice Department and the Office of Management and Budget circulated a memorandum instructing all executive branch agencies to ignore the G.A.O. findings. The memorandum said the G.A.O. failed to distinguish between covert propaganda and "purely informational" news segments made by the government. Such informational segments are legal, the memorandum said, whether or not an agency's role in producing them is disclosed to viewers.



The legality of this practice may be in question, but the ethics - of the government agencies producing these fraudulent "reports", the administration that encourages them and the TV stations that broadcast them - are pretty goddamn clear, to me. It's wrong, and antithetical to the principle of an independent media. Not that much of the Corporate Media in the US seems interested in being independent of late.


[EDIT] Thanks to Mike of Comments from Left Field, I've got a link to a piece by Amy Goodman at Democracy Now! on this very topic. Check it out.


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Sunday, March 13, 2005
 
Talk About Discomfort


One of Drew's classmates had a birthday party this weekend. I had transferred the details of the party to the calendar in our kitchen, clearly marking it for Sunday the 13th.


Imagine my shock when I looked at the invitation this morning so I could get directions to the party before we left - the party was on the 12th, not the 13th. I felt like utter crap. Drew and Alec and I went out this morning to run some errands, and I stopped at his friend's house to apologize for my error but no one was home. We left Drew's gift for his friend at the door, along with a note in which I apologized profusely.


This evening, I was finally able to talk to the kid's parents and apologize personally, and they seemed OK with it - Melissa will be taking Drew and his friend to the Texas Memorial Museum this week, and the gift Drew had picked out for his friend seemed to be a hit.


Still, I feel like a Bad Person. I know I'm not the first person to brain-fart about something like this, so I shouldn't feel bad, but I just hate the thought of making an RSVP and then missing the party.


I've received some degree of absolution on this, so I don't feel as bad as I did earlier today, but I still don't feel great.


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Saturday, March 12, 2005
 
More Potemkin Meetings


It looks like Bush learned one thing from the last campaign: Staged "meetings" with carefully screened worshippers dupes personality cultists supporters are a damn sight easier than having to actually defend your idiotic declarations and blatant lies.
The White House follows a practiced formula for each of the meetings. First it picks a state in which generally it can pressure a lawmaker or two, and then it lines up panelists who will sing the praises of the president's plan. Finally, it loads the audience with Republicans and other supporters.



We saw this during the campaign as well. Hand-picked audiences, pre-screened questions and comments, quick action to hush any voice that even sounds like it might disagree. Actual contact with the press is limited, although the occasional bone is tossed to local media that appear receptive to the message.
Pastor Andrew Jackson of the Faith Temple Ministries Church of God praised Bush for tackling the issue and lamented what he described as some of the false charges made about the president's plan. "That's called political propaganda," Bush said.

And if anyone knows about propaganda, it would be you, Mr. President.


Don't know about you, but I'm getting dizzy thinking about all the other wonderful innovations BushCo can pull from good ol' Uncle Joe and Cousin Vladimir!
Bread lines!
Gulags!
Purges!
The pageantry of the May Day Independence Day parades!
One-party rule!


What fun we'll have!


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Friday, March 11, 2005
 
Friday 5 - When Pigs Fly


Dan asks:
What 5 events or things would you like to see in your lifetime but are skeptical that you will?
  1. Flying Cars - Who doesn't want that? It's been promised to us ever since Hugo Gernsback published his first scientifiction story, and we wants our flying carses! Yeah, Moeller's working on one, and there's other projects in the works, but I don't think the FAA will ever let Joe Commuter use one of 'em. And with good reason, probably.
  2. Fusion Power - We've been "20 years away" from this for decades. While cheap fusion power would solve a lot of problems, I think there's still much more to be understood about how to make it work before it's actually done. Which is a damn, dirty shame.
  3. No More Academy Awards - This is more Pie In The Sky wishing than a real hope, but I dream that someday, everyone else will be as sick and goddamn tired of the bloated, tedious, asinine excesses of the Academy Awards and we'll be spared them. What if they had an awards ceremony and nobody came?
  4. The Revolution - Televised - It'd be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I've just recently been informed that the revolution will not be televised. Something about ad revenue, or TV executives being the first bunch of motherfuckers up against the wall or something.
  5. Cyberpunk tech - I want to replace my eyes so I can see into the IR and UV potions of the spectrum. I want carbon-fiber implants in my bones to make them harder to break, polymer-chain muscle fibers, a neural interface, artery-scouring nanomachines and improved ears. I'd like it with a kick-ass warranty and service plan, and I'd like it to be a lot more reliable than any tech we've got now.
  6. Personality uploading - When I get old, I want to be able to jack into a computer and upload myself into the network. Or a clone body. Or both. And extra clones of me. A veritable army of Adams, all working toward the same goal - TO RULE THE WORLD!


Honorable Mentions:
Another Decent Star Wars Movie
Harlan Ellison's I, Robot
Aristotle's Second Poetics

The other Friday Fivers and their flights of fancy are listed here.


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Thursday, March 10, 2005
 

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Man-Hating and Hairy Armpits
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat. - Rebecca West
According to the American Heritage Dictionary (4th Ed, © 2000), Feminism is 1. Belief in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes and 2. The movement organized around this belief. Seems pretty straightforward to me.

In a recent discussion, I heard a young woman state that her political and social beliefs probably made her a feminist, but that she didn't like that label. It brought to mind "bra-burning and mullets". Other young women chimed in - man-hating, and especially the impression others would have of them if they declared themselves "feminists", were cited as reasons to eschew that label. This bothered me - the images they brought up were ones that, to me, don't reflect the feminist movement. The other thing that bothered me were the ways those negative images of feminism were veiled slaps at lesbians. Man-hating, mullet-wearing, hairy-armpitted bull dykes out to castrate the men and institute a tyrranny of the pussy over the world.

I know the women I was talking about aren't homophobic - they're intelligent, well-educated, articulate and open-minded, and have in the past made some pretty clear statements opposing racism, sexism and homphobia. What fascinated me, though, was the way in which they had let the debate be framed by the other side. It's not just the women I was conversing with (and no, I won't name names. I'm not going to publicly shame them, and this isn't an attack on them), either. It happens at colleges, universities, on TV, in the newspaper - It's all over the place. We hear talk radio hosts whine about "feminazis" and holding up the most extreme, fringe members of the feminist movement as "leaders" within the movement and daming the entire movement based upon their wildest statements, or (more commonly) mischaracterizations of those statements. Andrea Dworkin is frequently invoked.

The way in which our society has seen the real meaning of "feminist" gradually replaced over the years in an Orwellian fashion with the most negative, ugly stereotypes possible, such that for many Americans "feminist" is equivalent to "man-hating bull-dyke", is beyond bothersome. The assumption that to be a feminist is to hate men and maintain cartoonish opinions about the "phallocentric society" is antithetical to our purported values. It's certainly true that some
feminists are of the extremist mindset that a totalitarian gynocracy is the ideal system, but the number that believe that way is tiny.

There are several things that need to be made clear here:

  • Feminism is not a sexual identity
  • Feminist beliefs are not limited by gender
  • That the assault on feminism coincides with a broad-based assault on racial, religious and sexual minorities is not a coincidence
  • Allowing the totalitarian right to frame the debate means that they also set the victory conditions
Feminism is not just about removing barriers to women in society - it's about allowing men to be stay-at-home parents, ensuring that all citizens of our society are given equal chances. It ties in with the fights against racism and homophobia and the current war against the middle class and assaults on the poor. It's about making sure that all Americans get a shot at the American Dream. It's about women in Afghanistan being allowed to choose whether or not they wear a burqa. It's about women in Africa not being circumcised. It's about making sure everyone, everywhere, gets a fair chance. It's about equality. Queer-bashing, intentional or not, doesn't help advance that cause.


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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
 
What's the Point of This?

Recently, I got some wine shipped to me via UPS (Many thanks to the wonderful Mojave 66!). I still haven't decided which bottle to open first, so I've been spending time staring at the bottles and dithering, occasionally contemplating opening both and drinking them in one sitting, first the white and finishing it off with the red.

I think I'll wait until I've got some good cheese to eat with the wine - maybe even bake a loaf of bread this weekend and savor some wine, fresh bread and stinky cheese. Mmmmm, I like stinky cheese, me.

Looking at the box the wine was shipped in, the first thing I noticed were the nifty styrofoam holders for the bottles. They cradled the bottles perfectly, definitely one of the simpler and more clever ideas I've seen in shipping containment. The second thing I noticed was a label outside the box:
ADULT SIGNATURE REQUIRED

Recipient must be at least 21 years of age.
Do not deliver to an intoxicated person.
No driver or shipper release allowed.

This package contains alcoholic beverages.
Most of that made sense.

Sure, you don't want to deliver it to some kid that might have used Mom's Visa card to order himself some booze online. You also don't want the driver just leaving the package outside your door for one of those dang Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses to gank when they come wandering through the neighborhood to tell folks about their particular flavor of diety.

What puzzles me, though, is the stipulation that wine can't be delivered to an intoxicted person.

WTF? Home is the best place for intoxicated people, when you think about it. Once they're home and have a good drunk going, they're not likely to leave the house, especially if there's an Iron Chef marathon on Food Network and no one else is home and they're in their underwear and have a big bowl of hot buttered popcorn to munch on. At least, that's what I've heard. So bringing alcohol to a drunk is really, when you think about it, doing a public service - you're making extra sure they stay off the road. Is this ban on deliveries to the intoxicated based upon the supposition that they were drunk when they ordered the booze online and have stayed drunk since then, and requiring a non-drunk person to sign for it makes sure that they have time to sober up, lose the hangover and see what all they ordered during this binge drinking episode? They really ought to change that rule, then, and make it a rule that drunk people can't order stuff. That would've saved me from having to pretend I wasn't home when they came to deliver all the Pocket Fishermen I ordered that one time when I'd been drinking the tequila.

Seriously, though, it just doesn't make sense. I understand why bars and liquor stores aren't supposed to sell alcoholic beverages to the obviously intoxicated - it makes sense to take steps to make it difficult for someone too pissed to piss straight to get behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle. Once the drunk's home, though, who cares? It's their body, their home - if they want to court liver failure and those weepy, maudlin late-night phone calls to old friends to tell them they "really, really love you, man, an' not jus' because I'm drunk, but 'cause you're a wonnerful person and I really love you, an' i's great to have a friend like you and oh, God, my life sucks and I'm sitting here drunk in my underwear and keeping you up in the middle of the night and I'm crying and oh, God I think I'm gonna puke I'll call you back lat-HUUURRRGGGHHH", that's their business. Not, of course, that I've ever done that. Nope. Nosiree-bob. (By the way, honey, don't freak out about the long distance bill this month. I'm sure there's some mistake, and I'll get it sorted out. I mean, there's no way I'd call LA and talk for 5-6 hours in the middle of the night. Must be a mistake.)

So, Dear Readers, I'm wondering - which bottle? The red or the white? And what to serve with it?

Note to readers: I don't really want to know why UPS won't deliver to drunk people. Nor do I want you to worry that I'm an alcoholic. I just want to know which wine I should drink first and what I should have to eat with it.


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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
 
No Worries, Right?


Wrong.


According to the LA Times (use bugmenot.com to log in), our intelligence services are pretty damn concerned about moles. With Arabic speakers in short supply, every branch of the intelligence service is scrambling to hire anything remotely resembling an expert. Problem is, the best candidates tend to have plenty of red flags in their backgrounds. During the Cold War, the FBI had about a quarter of its staff assigned to counterintelligence, and even then Aldrich Ames at the CIA and Robert Hanssen at the FBI, among others) managed to relay information on hundreds of agents and secret projects to the Soviets.


And that was before the internet and cheap data storage made it so darn easy to get lots of information from one side of the planet to the other.


The most interesting thing in the article above, though, is from the very end:
Former President George H.W. Bush, whose presidential library is at Texas A&M, opened the weekend conference with a fervent defense of the CIA. He headed the agency from November 1975 to January 1977.

Bush said it "burns me up to see the agency under fire" for flawed intelligence on prewar Iraq. He compared recent criticism to the Watergate-era congressional probes of domestic spying, assassination plots and other illegal CIA operations.

Congress "unleashed a bunch of untutored little jerks out there" to investigate the CIA then, Bush said. The inquiries, led by Sen. Frank Church (D-Idaho) and Rep. Otis G. Pike (D-N.Y.), led Congress to create the first intelligence oversight committees and to pass numerous laws to prevent further abuses.



So let's get this straight - Poppy Bush is upset that the CIA got nailed for its involvement in such things as spying on American citizens, assassination attempts on foreign leaders and military coups in Chile, Guatemala, Honduras and other nations? Not only that, but "untutored little jerks" had the audacity to insist upon civilian oversight of his precious CIA? "Unmitigated gall" is the descriptive term that comes immediately to mind. It's something that seems to run in that whole family of spoiled, snobbish fatcat shitbags. His statement, though, should make it clear where his priorities lie - and it's not with the people. Why does George H. W. Bush hate America, I wonder?


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What A Surprise - Not


Alberto Gonzales lies some more to protect his boss.

Speaking to reporters, Gonzales defended the policy of "extraordinary rendition", in which suspects are handed over to goverments willing to do the dirty work for BushCo, like Uzbekistan (known for boiling suspects alive) and Egypt (they prefer pulling out fingernails and electric shocks).
...Gonzales, speaking to reporters at the Justice Department yesterday, said that U.S. policy is not to send detainees "to countries where we believe or we know that they're going to be tortured."



Back in January, of course, Gonzales claimed "It is my understanding that the United States does not render individuals to countries where we believe it is more likely than not they will be tortured."


See how the definitions keep changing for these guys? Back before Abu Ghraib briefly shoved its way into the consciousness of the American public, the Bushistas requested some "clarification" on torture, and came up with a definition that made all kinds of abuses A-OK:
  • "[F]or an act to constitute torture, it must inflict pain that is difficult to endure. Physical pain amounting to torture must be equivalent in intensity to the pain accompanying serious physical injury, such as organ failure, impairment of bodily function, or even death."
  • "For purely mental pain or suffering to amount to torture, it must result in significant psychological harm of significant duration, e.g., lasting for months or even years."
  • "[E]ven if the defendant knows that severe pain will result from his actions, if causing such harm is not his objective, he lacks the requisite specific intent even though the defendant did not act in good faith. Instead, a defendant is guilty of torture only if he acts with the express purpose of inflicting severe pain or suffering on a person within his custody or physical control.
  • "[U]nder the current circumstances, necessity or self-defense may justify interrogation methods that might violate Sections 2340A."


As we learned yesterday, Bush gave blanket approval to the procedure of handing suspects over to despotic governments nominally allied with the US in order to get them to do the hard-core torture for us (it apparently having been decided that while some "bad apples", properly guided, might bring great enthusiasm to the work of torture, it was really a matter best left in the hands of less expensive foreign subsidiaries) in 2001.


Is this part of "restoring honor and dignity" to the White House? Which part of "compassionate conservatism" is asking someone to rip out a suspect's fingernails? Will the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith be able to get a faith-based initiative grant to apply the strappado or the Spanish boot to random muslims terror suspects?


Once again, my hat is off to Red America for their ability to see through all that smokescreen being put out about "human rights" and get to the root of the matter: George W. Bush is a real man, and is unafraid to lie about having someone else do his dirty work for him.


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Monday, March 07, 2005
 
Liar, Liar Redux

...torture is never acceptable, nor do we hand over people to countries that do torture. - George W. Bush, interview in the New York Times on Jan. 27, 2005.

Bush gave CIA authority to outsource torture.
The Bush administration gave the CIA extensive authority to send terrorism suspects to foreign countries for interrogation just days after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks, The New York Times reported on Sunday.

The newspaper said President Bush signed a still-classified directive that gave the CIA broad power to operate without case-by-case approval from the White House in the transfer of suspects -- a process known as rendition.

The CIA declined to comment on the report, and the White House would not confirm the directive.

But White House counselor Dan Bartlett defended the administration's policies, saying it was important after the Sept. 11 attacks to take a "hard look at our entire apparatus -- militarily, intelligence, diplomatic -- to see how we were going to fight and win the war on terror."

"Part of this is to make sure that we can deal with known terrorists, who may have information about live operations, and it's critical that we get -- (are) able to detain them and have the information," Bartlett said on CNN's "Late Edition."
This isn't really a surprise, of course. Only the most vapid and intellectually comatose Faux-News-watching couch potato could claim not to know that torture has become the official unofficial policy of this administration. From Abu Ghraib to Afghanistan to Guatanamo Bay, the US Military has been implicated in dozens of cases of abuse, torture and more than a few deaths. Our Attorney General, Alberto Gonzales, helped craft the opinion papers justifying the use of torture, for which he was rewarded with his current position.

This administration has determined, like their cronys in the business world, that it's cheaper to ship the torture overseas to nations like Jordan, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Syria and Pakistan. The administration views this as a win-win situation. It gets muslims terror suspects out of the US and keeps our hands clean of their blood.
Freedom from torture is an inalienable human right. The Convention Against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment, ratified by the United States and more than 130 other countries since 1984, forbids governments from deliberately inflicting severe physical or mental pain or suffering on those within their custody or control. Yet torture continues to be practiced around the world by rogue regimes whose cruel methods match their determination to crush the human spirit. Beating, burning, rape, and electric shock are some of the grisly tools such regimes use to terrorize their own citizens. These despicable crimes cannot be tolerated by a world committed to justice.
- George W. Bush, statement issued on June 26, 2003 (United Nations International Day In Support of Victims of Torture)
Maher Arar, Muhammad Zery, Ahmed Agiza, Mamdouh Habib, Jamal al-Harith and Hadj Boudella respectfully beg to differ with the truth of your avowed opposition to torture, Mr. President. As do I.


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Sunday, March 06, 2005
 
Hey Ya'll!

It's me, Darryl Simpson again.

I was over to the computer department here at the Wal-Mart yesterday and used my employee discount to buy me one on the installment. It's a nice one, and I got me one of them AOL free trial disks so I could connect to the internet's from home instead of borrowing Adam's computer all of the time.

It's neat being on the internet's. I already got 4 e-mails offering to hook me up with hot women looking for sex with no string attached and another one that'll get me in at the ground floor of a new thing called multi level marketing, whatever that is.

I'd tell you about how this guy in South Africa is going to help me get millions of dollars, but he said I have to use discretion. Don't worry, Barrister M'kele! I'll keep your secret!

I saw that it's been almost 2 years since Adam started this blog. He's talked about a lot of stuff, and he's an alright guy except he used to be more patriotic and supported the troops. May be now that the election is all over and George BUsh is going to get us all millions of dollar's on the stock market for our retirement he'll see that George BUsh is right because he's a godly man and won't make us all have gay marriages like John Kerry would have done.

I better go, becausae a truck full of fishing supplies is coming in today and I got to go unload it. Plus that means I can hide a good reel and buy it with my discount once I pay off the computer. I hope Adam doesn't mind I borrowed his credit card to sign up for AOL but it's free and they just need it to verify the account. And I used it to sign up for the dating service, and I'll get me a fourth wife who'll be nicer than the first 3 and won't run off with the guy from the Kwik-ee Mart or burn down my trailer or get drunk and crash my dodge charger.

God blee you guys and god bless AMERICA!


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Saturday, March 05, 2005
 
Whacknoodles Galore!


Educate-Yourself.org is your one-shop stop for everything from Bioelectrification to Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone. Lotsa fun, lotsa craziness.


Been wondering what that pesky NWO is up to? The best way to get your Colloidal Silver? These folks will tell you.


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Friday, March 04, 2005
 
Damn, O'Reilly is One Big Ol' Titty-Baby

I mean, if you think the frickin' ACLU is "terrorizing" you, then you're too chickenshit to live.

We know O'Reilly's a serial liar and falafel-lover, but this pushes him all the way out into Whacknoodle territory along with the flat-earthers, the creationists and the Supply-Side economists.

It seems that because the ACLU had the audacity to file a lawsuit charging Donald Rumsfeld with complicity in the ever-widening, unofficially sanctioned and ongoing torture scandal - specifically that he, as Secretary of Defense, permitted and encouraged the use ot torture and abuse to attempt to elicit information from detainees - they are terrorists.

This blatant support of the anti-American scrap of paper called the "Constitution" and freedom-hating concepts of "human rights", apparently, qualifies the ACLU as "terrorists".

Media Matters has a good breakdown on this latest asshattery. Here's a trascript of his statements on his radio show March 1:
O'REILLY: This ACLU has no strategy to fight the war on terror at all. Everything the United States government does -- everything -- they oppose. Everything! Nothing they like in defending ourselves against terrorists -- nothing. ...

No-fly list, remember that? National Transportation Safety Administration put a no-fly list of travelers who they considered a threat. ACLU sued, challenged it. Can't have a "no-fly" list. Okay? That's number one. Airline discrimination. So there were some people that were saying, "Well, look, if we have these guys and they just came in from Jordan or they came in from Oman, we're gonna watch 'em closely, pull 'em aside, detain 'em, talk to 'em." ACLU sued. "No, can't do that."

Patriot Act? Uh-uh. No Patriot Act. Can't be listening on floating wiretaps like you do on drug dealers -- uh-uh. Can't try to catch terrorists like that. Can't be lookin' at people checkin' out weird things in the library -- uh-uh. Okay? Nope, sued.

[...]

Immigration, all right? ACLU sued, filed a federal lawsuit challenging an initiative by [former Attorney Geneal John] Ashcroft to enlist state and local police in the routine enforcement of federal immigration laws. No, no, can't do that. Can't have the local police or the state police; help the feds enforce immigration laws -- no way! Can't do it!

Guantánamo Bay -- all of 'em have to have civilian lawyers. No enemy combatants -- no way, uh-uh. Come on. Come on. Every single thing the United States government tries to do to protect us against terrorism, these people oppose and they'll sue -- just like Christmas. Same thing. Same thing. "We'll sue you -- put the crèche in the main part of town, sing a Christmas carol -- we'll sue you." Sue, sue, sue, sue, sue.

So look, I'm declarin' war on the ACLU. I think they're a terrorist group. They're terrorizin' me and my family. They're terrorizing me. I think they're terrorists. Can I get some lawyers to help me out here? Can we sue 'em? They're puttin' us all in danger.
Back in June, he had some more to say:
From the June 2 broadcast of The Radio Factor with Bill O'Reilly:

O'REILLY: Finally, the ACLU -- we talked about this yesterday and I -- and, you know, I have to pick on the ACLU because they're the most dangerous organization in the United States of America right now. There's by far. There's nobody even close to that. They're, like, second next to Al Qaeda.

From the June 2 broadcast of FOX News Channel's The O'Reilly Factor:

O'REILLY: "Talking Points" wants you to know that we are rapidly losing freedom in America. Judges are overruling the will of the people, and fascist organizations like the ACLU are imposing their secular will.
Wow! Terrorists and fascists! Hating Christmas, apparently, is just icing on the cake.

I'm just wondering - when did the ACLU make terroristic threats? Surely they've gone on the record with a desire to nuke the State Department, see Supreme Court justices dead, or to blow up the New York Times, right? They must've made some specific and actionable threat against Mr. O'Reilly and his falafel, but repeated googling hasn't pulled anything up yet.

One does wonder, though, who is responsible for keeping Falaf'O'Reilly on his meds, and why that person has been sleeping on the job of late.


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Friday Five - Mirror, Mirror

Rob, fronting for the APA, asks us:
one for the navel gazers. five times you've looked in the mirror and thought 'who the bloody hell are you?'.
Every freakin' day, baby. Every freakin' day. But, in the interest of being a good sport, I'll come up with 5 specific instances.
  1. High school, around 11th grade or thereabouts - I woke up and realized that my face had become a little more angular and something about my eyes had changed (perhaps, although I didn't know it then, the beginnings of my nearsightedness), so that I looked like a slightly older kid rather than the kid I'd been.

  2. College, 1988 - I was brushing my teeth in the morning and I realized that I was thinking of Melissa in the future tense - I was thinking of things to do with her other than make out and watch movies. Don't recall if marriage was a part of the mix yet or not, but I remember looking at myself and thinking, "You've done it now. You've fallen in love and there's no guarantee she feels the same." Thankfully, she did. The sentimentalists among you Dear Readers have my permission to feel all warm and fuzzy now.

  3. 1993, US Rt 183 Southbound lane - The worst year of my life, bar none. The year I can closest to either killing myself or just walking away from my marriage. I was driving home from one soul-destroying job and heading over for an evening at my other soul-destroying job, while pondering the frozen wasteland that was my emotional life and I looked in the rear-view mirror and didn't recognize the person I saw. The circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, the tension in the muscles along my jawline from clenching my teeth in silent rage - I wasn't the same person that had moved to Austin. Everything ahead of me looked like more of the same - pain, stress and despair. I made a choice then to confront the problems in my life and try to fix them, but it was a near thing. Still working on some of it, but I'm significantly improved since that evening.

  4. 1997, Seton Hospital - Almost exactly 8 years ago, in point of fact. After over 24 hours of labor, Melissa had undergone a c-section. I was sitting in the nursery, holding Drew's tiny little hand and tunelessly singing to him, and I looked out the window of the nursery to see if anyone we knew was out there yet. No one was, but I looked at the scrub-wearing, masked person reflected in the glass and felt the opposite of what I'd felt four years before. We had a son, after an emotionally devastating miscarriage and three years that would have broken weaker marriages. Melissa was out of graduate school, I had something resembling a Real Job, and I was getting treated for clinical depression. Life's had its ups and downs since then, but just then I liked the man I saw in the mirror.

  5. 2004, My bathroom - I'd had quite a bit to drink the night before. I mean a lot. I stood there in the bathroom trying to wake up and I saw a wild-haired, red-eyed unshaven blur glaring back at me. When I put my glasses on, the reflection wasn't so blurry. I took the glasses off and didn't put them back on until I'd showered, shaved and taken a handful of aspirin.



The other Friday Fivers, or their Evil Twins from the Alternate Universe, can all be found here. Remember - goatee=Evil Twin!


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Passing Along a Meme


I've so far resisted the "10 Things" meme, but I'll probably succumb right after it becomes passe.


In the meantime, My Emergency Backup Sibling Abby posted this one:

bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in and italicize the state you're in now...

Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C /

Go HERE to have a form generate the HTML for you.




I've covered the former Confederate states, oughtta hit more of them Yankee states one of these days.


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Thursday, March 03, 2005
 
Collegiate Asshattery and Some Snarky Amusement


First, this:
Uproar over posting of red stars on office doors of professors deemed to have "left-leaning bias"

A student at Santa Rosa Junior College in California took it upon herself to tape red stars to the office doors of ten humanities faculty members she felt had a left-leaning bias in their lectures, along with a copy of a portion of the state of California's educational code that stated, "No teacher giving instruction in any school ... shall advocate or teach communism with the intent to indoctrinate or to inculcate in the mind of any pupil a preference for communism."

The student, a political science major, claims that the red stars were not intended as a personal attack against the professors, just to start a discussion about the personal politics of those instructors.

You'll pardon me if I have trouble distinguishing between the two, considering the form her efforts to start a discussion took. Had a student concerned about a perceived right-wing slant pasted swastikas on the doors of the professors, I'd be just as perturbed. The most disturbing part of this story, though, is that the state of California's education code specifically prohibits in the first sentence the teaching of Communism. Surely if academia were the hotbed of communism the right claims it to be, that clause would have mong ago been quietly removed.

I'm willing to give the student the benefit of a doubt and chalk this up to ideological fervor combined with a lack of boundaries and common sense, but one hopes that the state of California will at some point recognize that the commies are hardly the threat they used to be, and that a code that specifically prohibits the teaching one idea can always be expanded to prohibit another. Imagine the fun the creationist wingnuts would have if they could replace "communism" with "darwinism" in that statement - or put your favorite -ism in place of communism, and ponder that. No, that clause needs to go, and quickly.

In a related topic, through a chain of referring blogs (of which I am but the latest member, having picked it up from Brad DeLong, who got it in turn from John & Belle), I give you Aaron Swartz' concerns about intellectual diversity at Stanford:
A shocking recent study has discovered that only 13% of Stanford professors are Republicans. The authors compare this to the 51% of 2004 voters who selected a Republican for President and argue this is “evidence of discrimination” and that “academic Republicans are being eradicated by academic Democrats”.

Scary as this is, my preliminary research has discovered some even more shocking facts. I have found that only 1% of Stanford professors believe in telepathy (defined as “communication between minds without using the traditional five senses”), compared with 36% of the general population. And less than half a percent believe “people on this earth are sometimes possessed by the devil”, compared with 49% of those outside the ivory tower. And while 25% of Americans believe in astrology (“the position of the stars and planets can affect people’s lives”), I could only find one Stanford professor who would agree. (All numbers are from mainstream polls, as reported by Sokal.)

This dreadful lack of intellectual diversity is a serious threat to our nation’s youth, who are quietly being propagandized by anti-astrology radicals instead of educated with different points of view. Were I to discover that there were no blacks on the Stanford faculty, the Politically Correct community would be all up in arms. But they have no problem squeezing out prospective faculty members whose views they disagree with.

Sure, some might say, but the color of a person’s skin is irrelevant to their duties as a professor while beliefs are at the core of the job. And to these critics, one can only say: you “knowledge” elitists have ignored the devastating critique of factual knowledge put together by the postmodernists! Objective reality is unknowable; our beliefs about it are merely “local truths”, cultural whims we could change at a moment’s notice. The only fair way to decide what gets taught is by what is believed!

But these far-left academics just ignore these devastating critiques. They continue to pretend their job is to investigate “reality” and believe things based on “evidence”, when everyone can see that these are merely absurd justifications for them to maintain their positions power and status over society. And, as has widely been conceded, their advanced “search committees” and “hiring requirements” are just ways to prevent nonconformists from challenging their orthodoxies.

The party of McCarthy must save academic freedom. Wealthy businessmen must pool their resources to fight elitism. Racists and sexists must tout the values of diversity. Conservatives must embrace postmodernism. Hard work? No doubt. But they are bravely willing to sacrifice all credibility to protect our nation’s youth. We should salute their courage.

Dunno about you, but I think that's some funny stuff.


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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
 
Well I, For One, Never Expected This Result


Thanks to Adrienne for this little time-waster.


It 's comforting to say that 'practice makes perfect'....
You are 'Gregg shorthand'. Originally designed to
enable people to write faster, it is also very
useful for writing things which one does not
want other people to read, inasmuch as almost
no one knows shorthand any more.

You know how important it is to do things
efficiently and on time. You also value your
privacy, and (unlike some people) you do not
pretend to be friends with just everyone; that
would be ridiculous. When you do make friends,
you take them seriously, and faithfully keep
what they confide in you to yourself.
Unfortunately, the work which you do (which is
very important, of course) sometimes keeps you
away from social activities, and you are often
lonely. Your problem is that Gregg shorthand
has been obsolete for a long time.


What obsolete skill are you?
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
 
For Those That Were Wondering...


Abe Vigoda is still alive!


Thanks to a nifty little Firefox extension (and have I mentioned lately that I love Firefox?) called "Abe Vigoda Status 1.1", my browser gives me up-to-the-minute status reports from Abe's website.


This is the coolest browser EVAH!


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A Step in the Right Direction


Supreme Court throws out death penalty for kids under 18.


The US is one of five nations that has executed minors in recent years. Since 2000, 21 minors were executed by such bastions of freedom and liberty as the Peoples' Republic of China, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Iran and Pakistan. 13 of the 21 were executed in the United States.


Correction: I wasn't clear in this, as Dan pointed out below. The 13 executed in the US were executed as adults for crimes committed as juveniles.


I have wavered on capital punishment for a long time - there are some individual crimes that I find so abhorrent that I want to believe that executing the responsible party is the only way to achieve closure and exact punishment. Rationally, though, it's clear that the degree of punishment does not have much impact on the crime rates. Murder is still, by and large, a spur-of-the-moment crime. It's born of poor impulse control, complicated by personal histories laced with physical or emotional abuse and drugs and alcohol. When someone is murdered, there is immense pressure on the authorities to catch someone. This has resulted in dozens of individuals being sentenced to death for crimes they did not commit - a result that, in my mind, calls the validity of the capital justice system into question. The quality of legal representation one can afford to hire has more to do with staying off Death Row than the actual facts of the case. My feelings on the matter are at odds with my reason. This is why, as a general rule, I don't hammer the Right too hard for their opposition to abortion and support of the death penalty. I can be tarred with the mirror of that brush.


So please, don't try to point out the inherent contradictions in my beliefs - I'm well aware of them already.


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