28. June 2005 · Comments Off on On Aid To Africa · Categories: General

After Timmer’s earlier post, I thought it might be enlightening to post some excerpts from the NYTimes’ David Brooks’ Sunday column:

Jeffrey Sachs, as you may know, is the Columbia University economist who has done more to put poverty in Africa atop the global agenda than anybody else. He has hectored and lobbied the developed world to forgive debts, set goals and increase aid to ameliorate the suffering of the extremely poor.

But Sachs is a child of the French Enlightenment. At the end of his new book, “The End of Poverty,” he delivers an unreconstructed tribute to the 18th-century Enlightenment, when leading thinkers had an amazing confidence in their ability to refashion reality so that it would conform to reason.

[…]

Sachs is also a materialist. He dismisses or downplays those who believe that human factors like corruption, greed, institutions, governance, conflict and traditions have contributed importantly to Africa’s suffering. Instead, he emphasizes material causes: lack of natural resources, lack of technology, bad geography and poverty itself as a self-perpetuating trap.

This gives him an impressive confidence on the malleability of human societies. Though $2.3 trillion has been spent over the past 50 years to address global poverty, without producing anything like the results we would have hoped for, Sachs is sure that with his insights, and most important, with more money, extreme poverty can be eliminated with one big, final push. “We can realistically envision a world without extreme poverty by the year 2025,” he writes. “Ending the poverty trap will be much easier than it appears,” he declares.

[…]

Instead of Sachs’s monumental grand push to end poverty, the Bush administration has devised the Millennium Challenge Account, which is not dismissed by Sachs, but not heralded either. This program is built upon the assumption that aid works only where there is good governance and good governance exists only where the local folks originate and believe in the programs. M.C.A. directs aid to countries that have taken responsibility for their own reform.

It has the faults of its gradualist virtues. I recently sat in on a meeting in Mozambique between local and American officials. It was clear that the program, while well conceived, has been horribly executed. The locals had been given only the vaguest notions of what sort of projects the U.S. is willing to finance. After two years of trying they had received nothing.

Nonetheless, the Bush approach, when reformed, at least builds on the experience of the past decades, while Sachs, as reviewers have noticed, repeats the 1960’s. If, à la Sachs, we assume money translates easily into growth, if we pour aid into Africa without regard to local institutions, we will do little good, we will exhaust donors and we will discredit the aid enterprise for years to come.

No, ending poverty in Africa will not be easy. There are entrenched interests there dedicated to continuing the impoverishment of the people. For Africa to prosper, those interests must be eradicated. And history tells us that seldom happens without the expense of blood, as well as treasure.

28. June 2005 · Comments Off on Going On Leave · Categories: General

Packing the van and heading West until we leave cornfields and run into soybeans and ‘taters and sagebrush and mountains and jackelopes and huckleberries and fields of mint leaves and jerked elk and pans full of breaded croppie and sunfish.

I might blog while we’re gone, but don’t count on it.

Wow…Connors can happy dance…who knew?

27. June 2005 · Comments Off on Hank Hill A Liberal? · Categories: General

This from OpinionJournal’s Best of the Web:

That Boy Ain’t Right, I Tell You What
You’ve heard of “South Park Conservatives,” those who lean to the right and enjoy the exuberantly obscene, and politically incorrect, Comedy Central series. (Buy the book here.) Matt Bai of the New York Times magazine is hoping there’s a counterpart, “King of the Hill Democrats.”

Bai interviews Gov. Mike Easley of North Carolina, who is “is so obsessed with the show that he instructs his pollster to separate the state’s voters into those who watch ‘King of the Hill’ and those who don’t so he can find out whether his arguments on social and economic issues are making sense to the sitcom’s fans.” Easley has a whole theory of main character Hank Hill’s political philosophy:

Easley told me that Hank would never support a budget like the one North Carolina’s Senate recently passed, which would drop some 65,000 mostly elderly citizens from the Medicaid rolls; Hank, after all, has pitched in to support his own father, a brutish war veteran, and he would never condone a community’s walking away from its ailing parents. Similarly, Hank may be a lover of the environment–he was furious when kids trashed the local campground–but he resents self-righteous environmentalists like the ones who forced Arlen to install those annoying low-flow toilets. Voters like Hank, if they had heard about it on the evening news, would have supported Easley’s ”Clean Smokestacks” law, which forced North Carolina’s coal-powered electric plants to burn cleaner, but only because industry was a partner in the final bill, rather than its target.

We’re pretty sure South Park conservatives don’t sit around trying to figure out what Eric Cartman’s position would be on tort reform or the Central American Free Trade Agreement. It’s hard to avoid the conclusion that Democrats take cartoons far too seriously.

As Hank Hill has praised both Ann Richards and George W. Bush, one must question what his political affiliation is.

Personally, I think Hank is a conservative learning to exist in an increasingly liberal world.

27. June 2005 · Comments Off on Here He Comes Again! · Categories: Ain't That America?, General, Military

Yes, my favorite human piniata, of whom I wrote earlier
“I think they should keep him; for the sheer amusement value. Professor Churchill has inestimable value as the bulls-eye for metaphoric target practice; chained to the academic stocks as it were, focus for scorn, derision, for deconstruction of his fraudulent scholarship, vilely insulting writings and speeches, his questionable status as a “native American”, extremely thin academic qualifications, bullying demeanor, and general fuckwittedness. There is just so much good materiel to work with; we could go on laughing at him for years, picking him up in the intervals between bigger and more transient matters for a little more thrashing, much like my cats derive hours of amusement and exercise from batting around palmetto bugs. I’d rather go back and thrash him every once in a while for practice, than have him all over the media being a martyr.”

According to this, it seems that he would like to encourage the conscripted troops to “frag” their officers. No one seems to have pointed out to the dear professor that the forces have been all-volunteer for simply decades. I know that it is an axiom that the military is always fighting the last war, but it looks like the anti-warriors are fighting the one before that….

(PS— Courtesy of Rantburg the source for all things bizarre)

27. June 2005 · Comments Off on Those Who Don’t Know History Are Doomed To Repeat It. · Categories: General, History

OpinionJournal’s John Fund looks again at America’s deficiency in history education, with an eye towards Philadelphia’s recent requirement for an African-American history course:

Other critics note that schools already put on programs every February for Black History Month, something not done for other ethnic groups. They fear a separate course will diminish student understanding of the overall American experience. Back in the 1960s, novelist James Baldwin testified before Congress that the triumphs and tribulations of black history should be woven into all history courses, rather than segregated. Diane Ravitch, a leading education reformer, agrees that African-American history should be studied but hopes it will be “based on the best scholarship, not ideology or politics.”

Dream on. What’s more likely to happen is that the creation of a specific African-American history course will fuel demands from other groups, such as Hispanics or gays, for similar history mandates.

[…]

We are risking something very basic by failing to communicate the basic ideals of America and instead, as historian David McCullough told me, “raising a generation of students who are historically illiterate.” But many of those students will eventually become curious, and without a solid grounding in the past, they could easily fall prey to revisionist history, whether it be of the Confederate or Oliver Stone variety.

[…]

When Ronald Reagan delivered his 1989 farewell address to the nation, he noted there was “a great tradition of warnings in presidential farewells,” and he would make no exception. He told his audience that the “one that’s been on my mind for some time” was that the country was failing to adequately teach our children the American story and what it represents in the history of the world. “We’ve got to teach history based not on what’s in fashion, but what’s important,” he said. “If we forget what we did, we won’t know who we are. I am warning of an eradication of the American memory that could result, ultimately, in an erosion of the American spirit.”

As well-meaning as Philadelphia’s attempt to raise the self-esteem of black students may be, we should take time this coming Fourth of July to realize that our failure to teach America’s story demands far more strenuous solutions.

Philadelphia is notorious for having some of the nation’s worst schools. As is typical, the curriculum is being determined by political fad and fancy, rather than an objective look at what’s required to turn out successful graduates.

25. June 2005 · Comments Off on IF NOT GITMO, THEN WHERE? · Categories: General, GWOT, Home Front, Stupidity, War

The raging debate over the use of Guantanamo prison to hold detainees such as those who are there now, whom the government calls enemy combatatants, lacks perspective. There is no sense of judgement on the side of those who oppose Gitmo, as to what we should do with the detainees. According to our military authorities, the 550 or so prisoners there are dangerous, and would kill Americans if released. At least one case of this has been confirmed, with one raghead found on the battlefield who had been released, and there are probably more instances that we ordinary citizens just don’t know about. So, what do we do?

All I hear, coming from the left and from various other America-haters, is that we should close the prison. No one that I’ve heard from, has suggested what we should do with the detainees, and that is the question that must be answered before the controversy moves even one inch from its present position. Unless we put these folks on some uncharted south sea island, with no means of escape, perhaps the best idea is to leave them right where they are. Torture? I don’t think so. The evidence indicates that, from the food they eat, to the deference shown their so-called “holy book,” the qu’ran, they seem to be treated far more humanely and even with more respect, than they deserve. These guys are prisoners for Pete’s sake! And here we are, putting on display just how good they have it, better than the soldiers guarding them. And reports are, that all of them have gained weight! ARRRGGGHH!

Let’s let the President end the debate, leave them at Gitmo, with a few changes: (1) a little less appealing food in the prison diet. I think PBJ sandwiches a couple of days a week for the evening meal, might be appropriate — replacing the fish almondine. (2) Hard labor. Get them out of their cells, put them in a deep rock pit, and give them hammers with the order to make little ones out of big ones. A six-day work schedule of 12-hour days, somewhat like I had to work in Southeast Asia a few years ago, might be the ticket. (3) No TV or radio. Get rid of the luxuries, let them be a bit less informed, and with them tired out from the work schedule, they might not be so interested in starting trouble. (4) Let them have some hope of going home. At the age of eighty-five, provided they have not caused any trouble for the past 20 years, they could be released. Any detainee released, who gets back into trouble fighting against the US, would face automatic execution, no appeals, just fry ’em.

Maybe, with less pampering and more prison-like environments, these idiot camel jockeys might feel a little less inclined to make jihad against us, and they may quake in their boots instead of grinning when the name of America is mentioned. Just a few ideas, maybe somebody has a few more?

24. June 2005 · Comments Off on Talk About Obscure · Categories: General, That's Entertainment!

I have previously derided the advertisers for HP, for overplaying the all-too-common, and simplistic Ray Davies tune Picture Book, until they’d run it into the ground. Well, I guess they got one on me. Because, for the past couple of weeks or so, they’ve been playing a tune WHICH I KNEW I KNEW, but I couldn’t place it.

Well, I doubt you’ve EVER heard it before, unless you are at least ten years older then I, and likely a West Coast Beat-Nik or Zoot-Suiter. As I only know this song from having been a regular listener to the Johnny Otis show on KPFK.

Anyway, the song is called Out Of The Picture. And it was recorded by a West Coast R&B group called The Robins, in 1956. It was one of their last.

Oh, and the guy lip-syncing: that’s Francois Vogel, the director of the commercial.

24. June 2005 · Comments Off on Home & Castle · Categories: Ain't That America?, General

It’s a quiet day, today in the neighborhood; the paper was late, it seems most of the town was caught up in some sort of basketball final last night. I assume it was important because of all the little “Spurs” flags flying from car windows over the last few days, and venders of banners and tee-shirts setting up kiosks on various vacant corners. Myself, I was more taken up with transporting buckets of mulched tree-limbs to spread over the plantings in front and back. My neighbor the roofing contractor had two of his trees severely cut back, two weeks ago, and the guys doing the work were feeding the cut limbs into a chipper: I went at asked for half the truck-load, if they had no other calls on it, so they obligingly dumped a goodly pile in the middle of the driveway. There is enough to mulch everything the requisite four inches deep, against evaporation in the summer heat. It is not the no-float cypress stuff, of course— but you can’t beat the price. The gardens are recovering from the colossal hail storm in April, which left shredded leaves like green confetti all over my yard, and stripped the leaves off the firespike and the potted plants along the south side of my house. I have hardly any damage left to show now, and the new roof is right and tight and just about paid for.

The re-roofing continues, at a slower pace in the neighborhood now; at any one time two or three houses have a crew on the roof, peeling off the old, and nailing on the new, with a peculiar slap/thump sound that the mechanical nailers make reverberating over several blocks. I notice that many residents, now that they have a new roof, are painting, and sprucing up otherwise. A bit of fresh new color to the siding between the brickwork, touching up the trim with sparkling fresh paint, planting new flower beds in front. A couple of fancy new fences and decks have gone in also; I think of the storm as the Spring Creek Roofing and General Contractor’s Full Employment Act of 2005. It was always an attractive little neighborhood where most residents owned their homes, and now it just looks that much better.

Our homes, our own little suburban castles… for someone who owns their own little patch of paradise the Supreme Court decision as regards the Kelo case is as a patch of cloud against the sun. Eminent domain? Well, my parents lost the first home they owned, Redwood House, to a freeway, after a long and protracted fight, at the end of which we were about the only family left in a neighborhood that slowly reverted to chaparral covered hillside, but at least we could assume that the freeway was to the greater good of the public. (Yuppified the hell out of what used to be a blue-collar, out of the way little neighborhood way up in the hills once people discovered that it was only half an hour from downtown, instead of two hours, but that’s a side issue.)

Perhaps the municipality of New London will be revived, and new jobs and a solid tax base may take away the bitter taste of having steamrollered over people who had the misfortune to own property which stood in the way of the greater good. It seems that in this one case, a good enough argument was made for the “greater good”, but the precedent is horrifying: Either we own our houses, our businesses and our lands, free and clear… or we own them only temporarily, at the pleasure of a municipal establishment who can suddenly decide one day that someone else can make better use of them.

And it is not so much the big projects like the New London scheme which afford the greater danger to property rights; I think rather it will be the thousand smaller, little civic actions, picking off a small business here, a block of modest homes here, to benefit a slightly larger business, or a local plan by a city council to “fix up” a slightly less than top-drawer neighborhood— nothing so spectacular as outright confiscation as practiced by such experts as Stalin and Mugabe… just the death of a thousand little cuts, insidious, local… and practically unnoticed

23. June 2005 · Comments Off on Slouching Toward Fascism · Categories: General, Politics

Straight on the heals of Raich, which establishes that Washington can limit any activity, we now have Kelo, which establishes that we have private property rights only so far as it is convenient to government. In her dissenting opinion, Justice O’Connor says it:

In dissent, O’Connor criticized the majority for abandoning the conservative principle of individual property rights and handing “disproportionate influence and power” to the well-heeled.

“The specter of condemnation hangs over all property,” O’Connor wrote. “Nothing is to prevent the state from replacing any Motel 6 with a Ritz-Carlton, any home with a shopping mall, or any farm with a factory.”

At least Justice Kennedy seems to recognize some limits to the license granted to governments by Kelo:

Kennedy was not so reticent. Although he joined the Stevens opinion in full, it is clear from his concurring opinion that he sensed that the prospect of abuse was more evident than Stevens had acknowledged. Since his vote was necessary for the city of New London to prevail, his separate opinion in some sense may be said to be controlling.

According to Kennedy, if an economic development project favors a private developer, “with only incidental or pretextual public benefits,” that would not be tolerated even by applying the minimum standard of “rational basis review.”

His opinion elaborated: “There may be private transfers in which the risk of undetected impermissible favoritism of private parties is so acute that a presumption (rebuttable or otherwise) of invalidity is warranted under the Public Use Clause.” He called it a “demanding level of scrutiny,” thus indicating that it was something like “rational basis-plus.”

He did not spell out such a heightened standard further, saying the Kelo decision “is not the occasion for conjecture as to what sort of cases might justify a more demanding standard.”

Glenn Reynolds sees the probability of political fallout:

I predict that this will be a big political issue, on both the left and the right. For Bush and the Republicans it’s a big vulnerability — if they don’t do anything about it, many conservatives will stay home in disgust at the next election. On the other hand, if they do something — like, say, backing Congressional action to limit takings for private use — they’ll offend wealthy real estate developers, merchants, and influential local populations. They’ll be squeezed, and I don’t think that “help us confirm our judges to reverse this” will be a sufficient answer, though they’ll try to make it one.

On the left, it’s seen (rightly) as a victory for the hated Wal-Mart, and as a rule whose burden is sure to fall mostly on the poor. (When did a city ever level a rich neighborhood for this sort of thing?) On the other hand, the left isn’t big on limits to government power, especially in the economic sphere.

It’s certainly a hot issue on talk radio and in the blogosphere already. I suspect it’ll stay that way through the 2006 elections.

Perhaps this will drive more people to vote Libertarian? That would be a good thing.

23. June 2005 · Comments Off on Oh My God…I Agree With Karl Rove · Categories: General

Rove, Bush’s chief political adviser, said in a speech Wednesday that “liberals saw the savagery of the 9/11 attacks and wanted to prepare indictments and offer therapy and understanding for our attackers.” Conservatives, he told the New York state Conservative Party just a few miles north of Ground Zero, “saw the savagery of 9/11 and the attacks and prepared for war.”

From Fox News.

This on the same day that Senator Kennedy calls Iraq a quagmire and calls for Secretary Rumsfeld to resign, and Senator Pelosi says that the war in Afghanistan is over.

Ya know, I don’t trust any of them but if I’m going to listen to rhetoric, I want the folks who sound like they have my back.

22. June 2005 · Comments Off on In Another Country · Categories: General, History, Memoir

I have followed the trial and conviction of Edgar Ray Killen, for his involvement in the deaths of three civil rights workers in Mississippi forty summers ago with much of the same feelings I had, reading the story as it unfolded in the Los Angeles Times, when I was ten years old. That particular story— and the whole civil rights movement— was almost the very first news story I remember taking a horrified interest in, curled up in an armchair at Hilltop House, by the plate glass window that ran most of the length of the living room. Grape vines grew over a pergola that shaded the terrace outside, and beyond the tight-packed streets of Sunland and Tujunga, with the straight arrow of Foothill Boulevard slashing across it, were the dusty blue and jumbled range of mountains, Mt. Gleason and Camelback Mountain.

From the things I remember reading in the Times first hand, I must have regularly begun reading it that summer, absorbing the fat, information-sodden pages of the Times methodically: the front page, and the first section from back to front, then the editorial pages, which often featured a funny cartoon. I liked the political cartoons: I knew who President Johnson was, and the insufferable Charles DeGaulle, and I had read enough history here and there to have an awareness of people and events shaping the world immediately outside my own life. Not from television, though— Mom and Dad did not believe in television, would not have one for another five years and even then we did not watch the evening news. Only after reading the editorials would I go to the comics; my favorite was Rick O’Shay, with Gasoline Alley a close second. Mom let me cut out things that interested me— by the time I got to the paper, she and Dad were already done with it.

I read about the three missing men, how they had been pulled over, and arrested, but released… and then just vanished. When their car was found nearby, burnt out, the menace fairly breathed up from the newsprint. How could three fit young men just… vanish, and no one in the county know anything? When their bodies were found, deeply buried under an earth dam, it was clear that a great deal of work had gone into concealing them, that a great many local people must have been involved, and that they were deliberately murdered. And there was worse to come: church bombings, mysterious building fires, ritual cross burnings, protest marchers having dogs set on them, uniformed men wading into crowds and clubbing perfectly well-behaved people who asked only for the rights that were due them as citizens. It was a summer of ugliness, and my reaction to it all was… these people are from Mars. They are not any part of my world.

It’s not that where I had grown up was a halcyon isle of racial tolerance, or my own family particularly innocent of prejudice. Grandpa Al and Granny Dodie, and probably Grandpa Jim had the usual set of racial and anti-Semitic attitudes typical of working-class British immigrants. Only Grandpa Al had voiced them, and only until Mom had asked that he not talk that way in front of us, something which had happened so long ago that I actually was in college before I encountered real-life, in your-face actually bigoted verbal nastiness. (And I was so astounded at what I heard that I asked them to please repeat what they had just said.) I knew of prejudice, but encountering it in the real-life flesh was something else again.

As for the community where we lived; Kevin Connor described it as economically working class to no-class. Sun Valley, Sunland and Tujunga were mostly white, with lashings of Hispanic, and lots of Asians, a fair number of Jews and a sprinkling of black middle-class; again, hardly the epitome of multicultural splendor. I am fairly sure there were bigots and racists among them, but I really do not remember anyone in my personal world making a big thing about having the core of their being threatened at having to share a polling place, a school-room, a lunchroom counter or a drinking fountain with someone whose skin was a couple of shades darker. It was an issue so far off the table it wasn’t even in the room. Making such a fuss, burning a cross, beating up on someone with darker skin would have been seen as ignorant, no-class and… what was to Mom the worst crime… really, really rude.

The scattering of African-Americans I did know— all irreproachably accomplished and middle-class— included people like one of Mom’s Girl Scout troop leaders (during that phase when Mom was the neighborhood chairman), one of the teachers at Vineland School (how a young, hip black man wound up on staff at a school where all the other teachers were middle-aged white women in rayon dresses was a mystery for the ages, but us students liked him because he was hip and funny, and would hop up on the benches in the assembly area to address the adoring throng, an act of lese majestie that would never occur to any of the other, more strait-laced staff), and a woman at church who was, hands down, physically the most purely beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on in real life.

So I read about Mississippi and the south burning, read about lynching mobs and the Klan burning crosses, and fat-bellied Southern politicos having a cow because such people as Mom’s troop leader, and that wonderful, funny teacher… wanted to vote; their right, as citizens of a free country. And I looked around at my family, where I lived, and went to school and thought…
These people are from Mars. And these days, it sometimes seems that they are from somewhere, even farther out than Mars.

20. June 2005 · Comments Off on Busting the “No Due Process” Bubble · Categories: General

Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld in a press conference on 14 June 2005:

The Department of Defense, working through the National Security Council interagency process, established procedures that would provide appropriate legal process to these detainees, procedures that go beyond what is required even under the Geneva Conventions. These included combatant status review tribunals to confirm that, in fact, each individual is, in fact, an unlawful enemy combatant. Every detainee currently at Guantanamo has received such a hearing. As a result, some 38 individuals were released.

Military commissions, trials with full representation by defense counsel for those suspected of committing war crimes. The commissions have been temporarily suspended pending further review by the U.S. federal court system.

And third, administrative review boards that annually assess the remaining potential threat and intelligence value represented by each detainee. These boards are designed to reexamine detainees regularly in order to identify detainees who can be released.

From All American Patriots.

Via Malkin who’s got a LOT more on this strawman being thrown up by the hand wringers.

19. June 2005 · Comments Off on Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad! · Categories: Domestic, General, Memoir

Family 1963

(Dad and Mom, with Pippy, JP and I, c. 1963)

Happy Father’s day to one of the best Dads ever— the one who thought to teach us all sorts of useful things, like how to change the oil on a 1968 VW Squareback, to tell time, hang drywall, and to handle snakes.

Make a phone call, even if you remembered to send a card!

17. June 2005 · Comments Off on Into The West Part Deux · Categories: General

Well, I’m currently just a bit past the middle of episode 2; the wagon train. And I can tell you just now, being a haughty and iconoclasticlastic intellectual idealist, like myself, this film will hardly live up to Sgt. Mom’s standards as a “Dream Movie.”

That said, and accounting for real-world sensitivities, this is likely the best “Westward Ho!” flick of all time.

More later – watching.

What!?!?!?! This family, with their wagons, has just crossed into California in 1841. Forget it.

Update: No, give me a fucking break: Now the series has John C. Fremont (of who’s exploits I am quite familiar, encountering our immigrant family on the Monterey Peninsula, and carrying a Bear Flag.

No, – didn’t happen.

17. June 2005 · Comments Off on All The Evidence Proves that Al-Zarqawi Is An American Agent · Categories: General

What do you do about this?

All the evidence proves that Abu Mus’ab Al-Zarqawi is working for America, because his victims are Iraqis and not [members of] the coalition forces under the command of the American occupation forces in Iraq. Abu Mus’ab Al-Zarqawi’s official title is ‘leader of Al-Qa’ida’s faction in Iraq.’ Osama bin Laden is the commander of the Al-Qa’ida organization, and this proves that [Al-Zarqawi’s commander,] bin Laden, has [also] been an American agent ever since he operated against the USSR forces in Afghanistan in favor of the Americans!

Read the whole thing.

17. June 2005 · Comments Off on On Retirement · Categories: General

I’m coming up on 21 years of service at the end of July and I’m starting to get “the questions.”

When are you going to retire?

Why don’t you retire?

Where do you plan on retiring?

Everyone seems to ask the first one out of just general curiousity. The second question is usually asked by folks who’ve let “the building” get so far into their heads they’ve lost all hope, although our daughter asked it when she found out I was probably taking her mother out across the Pacific yet again. The third one, usually by contractors who realize they’ve got an old guy with access in front of them. We’re like gold to contractor recruiters.

And to be honest the answers are: When they make me. Because I’m not done yet. Not here.

When they make me because I think I’ve mentioned before, I had a LOT of different jobs before I joined the Air Force, everything from a mover to a tin man to a chemical engineer in a photo processing plant, and this is still the best job I’ve ever had.

Because I’m not done yet. I don’t know what “done with the Air Force” feels like but I’m just not there yet. I don’t have a great deal of job satisfaction where I’m currently working so retiring from here feels too much like going out with a whimper. I’d much rather go out all beat up and tired, grinning from ear to ear, “Now THAT was fun.”.

Not here. Don’t get me wrong, the midwest is wonderful, it’s charming, it’s civilized, my son will probably coast his happy self through DoDDs schools after 4th grade here because they’ve drilled the basics into him. It’s just not home. Home is somewhere with desert, prarie and mountains. Home is somewhere my famiy doesn’t have to live on anti-histamines from April though November. I know it sounds weird for a Chicago street kid, but somewhere and somehow I got “The West” into my bloodstream and it won’t let go.

I was talking to my former functional manager the other day, she’s a retired chief and a GS-12 now and when I told her we were going to Kadena she punched me in the shoulder. “I wanna go!” And then she said something that’s given me a great deal of comfort. She got kind of wistful and said, “After almost two years of retirement, I wish I’d have stuck it out. I’m not having any fun.”

And that’s the deal right there. I might complain about job satisfaction and some of the old thinkers in my building, but for the most part I’m still having a very good time working with very good people. I’m not ready to give that up yet.

16. June 2005 · Comments Off on Legal Guide For Bloggers · Categories: General

This from the Electronic Frontier Foundation:

Whether you’re a newly minted blogger or a relative old-timer, you’ve been seeing more and more stories pop up every day about bloggers getting in trouble for what they post.

Like all journalists and publishers, bloggers sometimes publish information that other people don’t want published. You might, for example, publish something that someone considers defamatory, republish an AP news story that’s under copyright, or write a lengthy piece detailing the alleged crimes of a candidate for public office.

The difference between you and the reporter at your local newspaper is that in many cases, you may not have the benefit of training or resources to help you determine whether what you’re doing is legal. And on top of that, sometimes knowing the law doesn’t help – in many cases it was written for traditional journalists, and the courts haven’t yet decided how it applies to bloggers.

But here’s the important part: None of this should stop you from blogging. Freedom of speech is the foundation of a functioning democracy, and Internet bullies shouldn’t use the law to stifle legitimate free expression. That’s why EFF created this guide, compiling a number of FAQs designed to help you understand your rights and, if necessary, defend your freedom.

To be clear, this guide isn’t a substitute for, nor does it constitute, legal advice. Only an attorney who knows the details of your particular situation can provide the kind of advice you need if you’re being threatened with a lawsuit. The goal here is to give you a basic roadmap to the legal issues you may confront as a blogger, to let you know you have rights, and to encourage you to blog freely with the knowledge that your legitimate speech is protected.

A lot of material there. I will be looking it over later in the day, and post updates as I find anything extraordinary.

15. June 2005 · Comments Off on The Enchanted Island · Categories: Domestic, General, Memoir

The enchanted island was a place of cliffs and grottos, and vine-hung pergolas, open to the soft sea-breeze and a view of the blue Mediterranean, a place of tiny footpaths and stone staircases rather than roadways and sidewalks. Only a tiny fraction of it could be described as level ground; like swallows’ nests, all the buildings clung tightly to slopes that sometimes achieved nearly vertical, the windows of a house looking down on the mellow terracotta roof tiles of it’s next door neighbor.

“Pffui, Capri,” remarked the wife of the owner of the Casa Albertina. “They pay six times over, just to have the cachet of a house there.” Blondie and I were staying at the Casa Albertina in Positano, on the recommendation of a guidebook to small pensions and hotels. The three stories of the casa, set back like stair-steps, overlooked the dome of Positano’s main church, a gorgeously colored riot of colored tile, and the lounge-chairs on the pebbly beach below. From the little terrace outside our room, we might have almost been able to drop pebbles onto the dome, or the sunbathers down below; Capri proved to be even more precipitous.
Three days before, my daughter and I had watched the town of Patras, and the mountains of the Peloponnesus grow small, as the car ferry to Brindisi churned a white wake out behind. Goodbye to Greece, where we had lived for nearly three years, as long as my almost-five year old daughter could remember. Good-bye to the lovely, sunny first-floor apartment on the corner of Delphon and Knossou, our landlord and his family, to Kyria Penny and Kyrie George. Goodbye also to three years of a disintegrating political situation, of strikes, and graffiti, of vandalism, the incessant grinding worry about terrorism, of the ever-touchy Greek politicians’ hair trigger propensity to take offence at nothing at all. Goodbye also to sharing ill-marked roads with the worst drivers in western Europe. I had discovered on the drive from Brindisi to Bari, and over to Salerno that Italian drivers were several magnitudes of improvement, and they were acquainted with the function and use of the turn indicator— terra incognita to Greeks. But we were on our holiday now, a long, leisurely holiday, almost the first one I had taken in over four years. I could indulge myself, for the next six weeks. I didn’t have to report in until mid October, and it was only just now the beginning of September, a mild southern September of blue skies, and leaves only beginning to turn crispy and golden.

Early on one of those mornings, with the morning overcast turning everything pearl and gold as the sun burned it off, Blondie and I walked down to the quay and bought tickets at the little window for the motor launch that made regular runs across the bay to Capri. While we waited, Blondie scrambled down to play on the beach. She gathered water-tumbled scraps of glazed tile, terra-cotta bits all worn to rounded edges by the tide, a single facet of it glazed all colors, brown and yellow, red and blue, little bits of builders’ rubble the size of a quarter, a nickel, half of her palm. She buried the trove in a hole in the sand below the edge of the quay when the motor launch roared in.
“There is a Green grotto, of course” said the wife of the owner of the Casa Albertina. “It is on the coast, as beautiful as the one on Capri… “She shrugged, “The tourists do not know of it, so it is not as popular.” But we were tourists. We could ignore the tacky souvenirs for sale where the launch docked at Capri, where the little funicular climbed up the steep hillside to the saddle between two rocky promontories, but I had to buy tickets for us to go by motorboat out to the grotto, and negotiate the transfer into a small, low-riding boat with a single oarsman.

Blondie and I sat nervously in the small boat, while the oarsman waited for the tidal-surge, and made one mighty dig with his oars and roared “Down!” We ducked down, below the level of the gunwales, the oarsman flattened himself expertly as the boat glided through the stony-roofed passage and into a world of blue, deep blue like the heart of a sapphire. There were other boats, with other nervous tourists circulating in the grotto. We admired for a while, and then it was the same in reverse and out in the open air with the boat bobbing like a cork. All in all, I was rather relieved to return to the quay, and walking up the little road that zigzagged up to the heart of Capri, the little paved square at the center of it all. We walked by pocket villas with tiny orange trees and lemon trees leaning out from behind low walls, tiny gardens behind ornate wrought iron fences, full of tomato plants, lushly hung with bright red fruit. The owners may have had to pay six times as much for the privilege of such a select address, but they still saved a bit by growing their own salad vegetables. In the little square, a terrace railing offered a view, as if from a balcony.

I had it in mind to see the villa, the ruins where the Emperor Tiberius had lived with his books and madness and perversions. The ruins were at the end of the island, and the various little paths led to it through what counted on Capri as the suburbs— more little houses and gardens, on either side of a paved path that climbed higher and higher until we were in the tree-grown, haunted ruins at the top of sheer cliffs, fanned by a cool breeze. Whatever evil had been done here was long gone, the sharp edges of it worn to insignificance, as harmless as the shards of tile Blondie gathered from the beach. Here was nothing but peace and quiet, and the soft air stirring in the pine branches overhead, and for the first time I could feel grateful for it.

14. June 2005 · Comments Off on Time Flies When You’re Having Fun · Categories: General

PACMAN turns 25

I might have attended more classes, had this game never been created. Well, this one and Joust. And Gorgar, the masochistic pinball machine. And Missile Command. And QBert. Oh, and don’t forget Donkey Kong. And the little guy who kept climbing up the outside of the skyscraper while people threw things out the windows at him.

How did I ever get my degree?

14. June 2005 · Comments Off on Perhaps They Deserve Each Other? · Categories: General

Gerard Van der Leun at American Digest reports on some poetic justice:

IN A HASTILY CONVENED NEWS CONFERENCE this morning, President George W. Bush announced that the Prisoner of War Camp at Guantanamo, Cuba, had been closed last night and all its prisoners transferred by Executive Order via the private Gulfstream fleets of George Soros and Amnesty International to Neverland Ranch in California.

“Upon being found not-guilty of playing too rough with his boy-toys,” the President remarked, “Mr. Jackson telephoned me from his Suburban and offered to take some of my younger Arab prisoners off my hands.

13. June 2005 · Comments Off on Absolute Genius! · Categories: General

Anyone that entertains – particularly at Bar-B-Ques, is likely to love the Plate Caddy.

13. June 2005 · Comments Off on Pvt. Pimentel: Looking Over My Shoulder, Always · Categories: General, GWOT, Military

(Part 2 of 2)
The question was raised, that the American response to 9/11 has made Americans overseas very much less safe. But I contend that we were never very safe, before, even though American tourists, even the ones venturing into far places like Kashmir and Yemen could assure themselves confidently that they were, between 1970 and 2000. The occasional hijack, or airline bombing, well all that was just a sad case of being in the wrong place, or on the wrong flight at the wrong time. American military and state department employees could never, ever draw that cosy illusion around themselves like a fluffy comforter, thanks to the constant trickle of incidents such as this:

Item: 19 June 1985. Four off-duty Marines assigned to the American Embassy in San Salvador are murdered by local terrorists, while sitting at a table at a sidewalk café. They were in civilian clothes at the time.

Item: 5 April 1986. An explosion at a nightclub in Berlin popular with American service personnel kills three and injures 191. Two of the dead and 41 of the wounded are service personnel. The Libyan government is held responsible.

Item: 5 September 1986. Abu Nidal terrorists hijack a Karachi/Frankfurt Pan Am flight, and divert it to Cypress, demanding the freedom for three convicted murderers in exchange for the lives of the passengers. They eventually kill 22 of them, including two Americans.

Item: 9 September-21 October 1986: Three American citizens, two of them associated with the American University in Beirut are kidnapped. Two of them are held for 5 years by Hisbollah.

Item: 20 October 1987. An Air Force NCO and a retiree are murdered just outside Clark AB, in the Philippines.

Item: 27 December 87. An American civilian employee is killed in the bombing of the USO Club in Barcelona, Spain.

Item: 17 February 1988: Colonel William Higgins, USMC, while serving as part of the United Nations Truce Supervisory Organization in Lebanon, was abducted by Hisbollah. The US refused to negotiate, and Colonel Higgins was excecuted.

Item: 28 June 1988, a defense attaché to the American Embassy in Athens, US Navy Captain William Nordeen is murdered by the N-17 terrorist group, using a car bomb

Item: 21 December 1988. Pan American Flight 103, from Frankfurt to New York, was blown up over Scotland by agents of the government of Libya. Most of the 259 passengers are Americans. Another 11 people are killed on the ground.

Item: 21 April- 26 September 1989. An American army officer is assassinated in Manila, and two military retirees are murdered just outside the gates of Clark AB, the Philippines.

Item: 13 May 1990. Two young enlisted men are found murdered, outside Clark AB, the Philippines.

Item: 7-18 February 1991: Members of a far-leftist Turkish group kill an American civilian contractor at Incirlik AB, and wound an Air Force officer at his home in Izmir.

Item: 12 March 91: Air Force NCO, Ronald Stewart is killed by a car bomb in front of his house, in Athens, by the N-17 group.

Item: 28 October 1991. An American soldier is killed, and his wife wound by a car bomb at a joint Turkish-American base in Ankara. The Turkish Islamic Jihad claims responsibility. at October 28, 1991, Ankara, Turkey. Victor Marwick, an American soldier serving at the Turkish-American base, Tuslog, was killed and his wife wounded in a car bomb attack. Two more car bombs in Istanbul kill an Air Force NCO, and an Egyptian diplomat. The Turkish Islamic Jihad claimed responsibility for the attacks.

Item: 5 July 1992. In a series of incidents in southeastern Turkey, the Kurdish PKK kidnaps 19 Western tourists, including one American. They are all eventually released unharmed.

Item: 26 February 1993. A bomb in a café in downtown Cairo kills three. Two Americans are among the injured.

Item: 8 March 1995 Two gunmen armed with AK-47s open fire on a van belonging to the US Consulate in Karachi, Pakistan. Two embassy staffers are killed, one injured.

Item: 4 July 1995. A Kashmiri militant group takes six tourists, including two Americans hostage, demanding the release of Muslim militants held in Indian prisions. One of the Americans escapes, and the militants execute a Norwegian hostage. Both the American and Indian governments refuse to deal. It is assumed the rest of the hostages were killed in 1996 by their captors.

Item: 13 November 1995. A car bomb in the parking lot of a building that houses a US military advisory group in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia kills seven person, five of them American citizens.

Item: 25 June 1996. An explosive-laden fuel truck explodes outside the Khobar Towers housing facility in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. 19 American military personnel are killed, and 515 persons are injured. A group identified as the Saudi Hizbollah is held responsible.

Item: 12 November 1997. Four American employees of an oil company and their Pakistani driver are murdered by two unidentified gunmen, as they leave the Sheraton Hotel in Karachi, Pakistan.
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Item: 7 August 1998. Car bombs explode at the US Embassy in Nairobi, Kenya, and at the US Embassy in Dar es Sala’am, Tanzania. 292 are killed in Nairobi, including 12 Americans and injured over 5,000. The Dar es Sala’am explosion kills 11 and injures 86. Osama bin Laden’s al-Qaida network claims responsibility.

Item: 28 December 1998. Sixteen tourists, including two Americans are kidnapped in Yemen. One hostage and a Yemeni guide escaped, and four hostages were later killed when local authorities closed in.

Item: 12 October 2000. A small boat laden with explosives rammed the USS Cole. The explosion kills 13 sailors and injures 33.

A day or so after 9/11, a State department employee mused on a Slate thread, that well, now everyone else knew what it was like to live with the threat, and the aftermath of terrorist acts. Everyone else on the thread immediately jumped all over him for inappropriate schadenfreude, but my daughter and I rather agreed. 9/11 was huge, was horrendous… but in a way, to some of us, it was already something familiar. We had already been there, for a long, long time.

And about Private Edward Pimentel? He was a young soldier, disco-hopping and having a good time. He was seen leaving a club with a young woman who was later identified as a member of the Red Army Faction. His body was found within a day or so; it was noted in the military newspaper Stars & Stripes, that he was murdered specifically for his military ID card, which may have been used by the Red Army Faction to get a car bomb into a well-guarded Rhein-Main AB in 1985.

12. June 2005 · Comments Off on Hmmmm……. · Categories: A Href, General, General Nonsense

So now we know – don’t give me any logic problems. The math result surprises me – math was my always my worst test result, in my past.

Your IQ Is 115

Your Logical Intelligence is Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Exceptional

(found the link at blonde sagacity)

12. June 2005 · Comments Off on Thanks, Timmer! · Categories: General

I’ve finally made time to watch the Firefly discs that Netflix sent me. while “Serenity” was a little too choppy for me, I’ve found myself glued to the couch for the other episodes… so much for all the items on my “must do this weekend” list.

It’s a shame this series never made it — it’s awesome, and I’ll be recommending it to everyone I know.

11. June 2005 · Comments Off on I Wish I Had A Better Picture · Categories: General, History

If I find one, I’ll post it. What you see below IS NOT a real classic car:


1931 Cord LaGrande Speedster

This is a bolt-by-bolt recreation of Jean Harlow’s lost one-of-a-kind 1931 Cord LaGrande Speedster, owned by famed Cord collector Arnie Addison. And it’s featured in my new July issue of Automobile magazine.

Of course, a Cord is hardly a Duesenberg, But the Duesy couldn’t match the low cowl height afforded by the Cord’s FWD. The effect is stunning – as if you could take an SJ and section a foot out of the body, and then deep-six the spare in favor of a nice tidy boattail.

11. June 2005 · Comments Off on But What Is It You Do Want To See? · Categories: General

This from AP:

“The man came up behind her and fondled her breasts,” Chief Allen Gould said. “He was naked except for something over his head, and then he ran off into the woods.”

Gould said police considered him a nuisance until the recent incident. “The physical contact is certainly an escalation over just indecent exposure, and that we don’t want to see,” he said.

Indeed

10. June 2005 · Comments Off on One Pvt. Pimentel, By Name · Categories: General, GWOT, Military

This week one of our regular readers made a comment, to the effect that now Americans venturing overseas were very much more not-safe than they had been before the WOT, because we had alienated so many of the Muslim faith. Frankly, I hadn’t noticed us being all that safe before 2001, the random murderous malice of a fair number of adherents of Hizbollah, the PLO, the Iranian mullahs, various Pakistani Islamists, and a fair number of radical leftists being directed particularly at American diplomats, military and tourists during the three decades previous to 2001.

Item: 30 May, 1972. Members of the Japanese Red Army Faction, acting on behalf of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine, open fire at Ben Gurion Airport, killing 26 and wounding 78. Many of them are American citizens from Puerto Rico

Item: 2 March 1973. Two American diplomats are taken hostage and murdered by at the US Embassy in Khartoum, Sudan; it is thought members of the Fatah faction were responsible, and that PLO leader Yassir Arafat gave the order for the murders.

Item: 23 December 1975 : Richard Welch, the CIA Station chief in Athens is murdered in front of his house by the Greek N17 terrorist group.

Item: 11 August 1976. The Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine attacks the El Al terminal at the airport in Istanbul, Turkey. An American citizen is among the 4 killed.

Item: 1 January, 1977. The ambassador to Lebanon and the US Economic counselor are kidnapped by the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine at a checkpoint in Beirut, and later murdered.

Item: 4 November 1979. A radical Islamic student faction seized the US Embassy in Tehran, and hold 66 diplomats and American citizens hostage. Thirteen are released, but the others are held until January of 1981.

Item: 17 December 1981: Italian terrorist group “Red Brigades” kidnaps a senior US army officer in Italy, BG. James Dozier; he is rescued by Italian police forces.

Item: 19 August 1982. Two American citizens are killed when the PLO bombs a Jewish restaurant in Paris, France.

Item: 18 April 1983. A truck-bomb kills 68 at the US Embassy in Beirut, Lebanon. Hizbollah, with backing from Iran is held responsible.

Item: 23 October 1983. A truck bomb destroys US Marine HQ in Beirut, Lebanon, killing 241 Marines. Hizbollah, apparently with the assistance of Syrian intelligence, and Iranian financing.

Item: 18 January-20 September 1983. In Beirut, Lebanon, the president of the American University (an American citizen) is assassinated. The head of the CNN news bureau is kidnapped, but escapes. A political officer from the US embassy is also kidnapped, but he was never released, and his body never found. A suicide bomb on the US Embassy killed 23. A van full of explosives detonated near the US Embassy annex in Aukar, Lebanon kills 2 Americans and a number of local employees and bystanders.

Item: 15 November 1983. The head of the Joint US Military Aid Group-Greece, US Navy Captain George Tsantes, along with his Greek driver is murdered on his way to work by the terrorist group N-17.

Item: 3 April 1984. A US Army NCO, Robert Judd is attacked while driving between JUSMAGG and the American air base at Hellenikon by the terrorist group N-17. He is injured, but survives.

Item: 12 April 1984. A popular restaurant near Torrejon AB, Spain is bombed. 18 US service members are killed. Hisbollah, again.

Item: 4 December 1984. Hisbollah hijacks a Kuwait Airlines flight en route from Dubai to Karachi. Two American passengers are murdered.

Item: 2 February 1985. Bobby’s in Glyphada, a bar popular with American service personnel in Athens is blown up with a small suitcase bomb. No one is killed, but many injuries.

Item: 14 June 1985. TWA Flight 847, from Athens to Rome was hijacked by Hisbollah. A US Navy diver returning from a TDY was murdered and his body dumped on the runway.

Item:8 August 1985. A car loaded with explosives is driven into a busy parking lot at the American base at Rhein-Main, and detonated. Two are killed, twenty injured. The Red Army Faction claims credit. It is thought the murder of an American soldier several days previous was done to secure his ID card, and facilitate moving the car bomb onto a guarded installation.

Item: 7 October 1985. The cruise- ship Achille Lauro was hijacked by members of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. They threw an elderly disabled American man into the ocean. His wheelchair was thrown in afterwards.

Item: 27 December 1985. Terrorists from the Abu Nidal organization shoot up the El Al offices at Rome’s international airport. Seven Americans were among the 87 killed and wounded.

Item: 30 March 1986: A bomb exploded on a TWA Rome/Athens flight. Four Americans were killed, although the aircraft landed safely in Athens. The Fatah group was held responsible.

Why, yes I was very nervous when I was stationed overseas in the 1980ies and 1990ies… why do you ask?

(to be continued)