The more I see of the what-we're-like-when-we-think-nobody's-looking rhetoric of so many of the most objectionable on the Left, including those in positions of power, the more I think their problem is simply an inability—or unwillingness—to converse in adult terms. They don't want to mature. They don't want to have to hold themselves to the conversational standards of their parents, who inexplicably told them that there are some things you don't joke about.
Like Daily Kos, the biggest and most widely-read Left-leaning blog EVAR, whose opinions are read and absorbed daily by every bit as many people who read Glenn Reynolds or Lileks—who said:
But what makes me angry was Kerry and his gang's inability to take advantage of the situation. I may regret saying this later, but fuck it -- they should be lined up and shot. There's no reason they should've lost to this joker.
Heh. I guess he does support capital punishment... just not for any "crime" other than incompetence.
At least he recognizes that this kind of language might come back to haunt him; that shows uncommon self-awareness for someone in his position, I guess, but it's still not enough to have made him choose words better befitting someone claiming to be a political analyst. (I'm also suspicious that his worry about regretting it later might just be that "someone might notice and make a big deal of it", rather than "I might come to think better of having chosen these words, after my head has cooled".) But you know, I recognize this kind of rhetoric, this casual suggestion that people we don't like, people we oppose, or even people who simply disappoint us should be "drug out into the street and shot". I used it myself, routinely, back in high school.
I mean, why not? Even Garfield used language like that from time to time, so what could be wrong with it? (Heh—I wonder whether Jim Davis or his factory full of Swedish cartooning elves ever weighed in on the election. No need to ask on which side, of course. He's a cartoonist.)
There comes a time when, after you've spent some effort pondering the very real ramifications of things like individual liberty and suppression of dissent and the respect due the office of the President, that you begin to take to heart the idea that you shouldn't joke about things like assassinating the President or massacring people with opposing opinions. It just stops being funny. I've noted for a long time that I can't seem to find simple silly jokes funny anymore; if a comedian's routine is political in nature and misleading or wrongheaded, I want to argue with him rather than laugh at him. This isn't a fun situation, but somehow it's a bit of a consolation thinking that at least a majority of Americans seem willing to vote on the basis of their serious-minded consciences rather than on what seems to tickle their viscera on Comedy Central, or appeal to their latent violent, tribal, or totalitarian urges.
I recall this exchange with a friend from England, who has over time indicated that he seems prone to suggest that anything he doesn't like should be "banned". Cinnamon toothpaste: banned. Reality TV shows: banned. Squeaky pop music: banned. I can't recall the exact items whose expurgation from the market he called for; these are just examples of their nature. But small wonder that his impression of life in American society seems to be that we avoid using French words here because Bush banned them. I can't even tell how tongue-in-cheek he was being, but even still: what kind of mind is it that slips so casually into that kind of language? I know he's a smart, well-reasoned guy (especially if, for some reason, he's reading this); but doesn't this kind of conversational tic say something profound about the underlying thought processes?
I know not everyone is this glib, and many more deserve far more serious engagement in discussion of the issues of our day. But it's rapidly approaching the point where I'm going to have to trust to the inherent maturity of reasoning adults in this country to ignore the ravings of people like Kos, so that I can as well.
UPDATE: I guess I should also note that my erstwhile Correspondent, dialogue with whom I've chronicled here from time to time (the "massacring people" link above), mentioned as proof of the Hitlerian evil of the Bush administration that at one time he and his friends were questioned by the Secret Service after a Web forum discussion in which they voiced their hope that Bush should get a fatal disease and die. (He was sketchy on details; the fact that he's alternately described them as the "Secret Service" and the "CIA" at different times makes me wonder exactly what happend and how much he's simply hoping to make hay from a relatively painless ordeal.)
I had to point out to him that the Secret Service doesn't have a sense of humor about things like that and never has. Back when I was working at my local ISP in 1996, stories circulated about (for example) a 12-year-old kid who sent a prank e-mail to president@whitehouse.gov, only to end up with the Secret Service shadowing his family's house for the next two weeks. As I said to him, You made threats against the President in a public forum, and you're surprised that the Secret Service got on your case?
Some people just don't think twice about whether their actions might have consequences... and when given a reminder that they live in the real world, where there are rules about civil discourse, suddenly it's a Gestapo sighting.
That's why I have a hard time getting into these discussions anymore unless I've established to my satisfaction that the person is willing to be mature and thoughtful about expressing their side, not merely bleating about Halliburton and Karl Rove, or reciting Michael Moore factoids and mangled Ann Coulter quotes and then standing their smirking with their arms folded, firm in their conviction of rightness.
The idea that I’ve been playing with is that many of my Left-leaning/pacifist/social-justice friends see most social interactions primarily in terms of power, coercion, and exploitation. The basis for this idea is that these folks often use coercion metaphors to describe individual and collective social situations that many other perspectives regard as quite benign. What got me thinking was a friend’s comment that this blog’s lack of a comment feature “forced” her to do something she didn’t really want to do: respond to one of my posts on her blog (which is not argument-oriented) rather than in a comment. Now, I’m sure that my friend was joking — but even so, the metaphor stood out to me. It would never occur to me to even joke about my comments policy “forcing” anyone to do anything — I think about my feedback policy primarily in economic metaphors, not power metaphors.
Excellent observations here, including illustrations of the labor-theory versus the free-market philosophies, in terms that are hard to argue. (Mountain Dew should figure in all theorems.)
Undiscussed is the side of the coin that describes actual violent events—the two sides in the illustration continue to use different vocabularies to describe war. We talk about Iraq as being about "liberation", the "removal" of Saddam, the march of "freedom" and "democracy"—idealistic and sanitized words that can obscure the very real horrors of the battlefield. But the Left, in protesting it, goes beyond the obvious war vocabulary into metaphors such as "rape" and "stealing [oil]" and "Crusades"—religious, criminological, and sexual metaphors intended to make war out even worse than it is, by ascribing it the same kinds of anthromorphized malevolence as Steinbeck did in describing the overcultivation of the parched land in The Grapes of Wrath.
If there's a unifying theme here, it might be that whereas the one side sees the world as a collection of systems—self-sustaining, self-healing, occasionally klunky or kludgey but usually elegant systems—the other side thrives on personifying all acts as macrocosms of human behavior, with all the faults of the individual human projected onto our institutions and humanity as a whole.
I guess both views are necessary. Otherwise we might, I don't know, kick over our country's pillars and rape the foundations on our way to the troughs of the corporate luncheon where we feast upon the carcasses of the workers of the world and plot the kidnapping of innocent youths to send as fresh blood to lubricate our war machine.
UPDATE: Hmm. Do you suppose there's something to this idea, that conservatives see the world as being comprised of "systems" that are beyond human construction—either by divine design, or by natural law—and that liberals, i.e. "humanists", see the world as being comprised of human constructs, and thus is subject at a macroscopic level to all the weaknesses of the human mind?
Well, that was a "blog moment" if there ever was one.
Kris and I were getting sandwiches at Togo's. As the sandwich maker was putting together mine on the back counter, warming up the pastrami, another employee asked for the sandwich type, as usual, and rung it up—but mistakenly tallied it as part of the guy's order who was standing next to me. After a couple of minutes of standing there with my $5 bill out, waiting to pay, I noticed that nothing was happening with my order—and the guy next to me looked up from his receipt, startled. "Did I just pay for yours?"
I shrugged cluelessly, then held up my money. "Okay, how much was yours?" But he waved it off with a broad grin. "Merry Christmas!"
Smiles and chortles and embarrassed noises of thanks all around. He repeated the sentiment with a slap on the back as he exited, having dumped a generous tip in the little bucket on the counter.
At least some people know how to spread the kind of holiday cheer that lasts all day.
Just for the record, I wanted to note something about this guy who took issue with various people's noticing that for some reason or other, you can walk through an entire mall this Shopping Season and not see any mention of the big dread C-word. He says:
This thin-skinned grievance-collecting gives birth to all sorts of urban legends and rumors about big institutions being hostile to Christ's birthday, such as the one that swirled on WOR radio last week about how Macy's employees had been instructed not to say "Merry Christmas!" to shoppers. A fiction that was put to rest when the host hit Macy's website and saw its "Merry Christmas" greeting, and Macy's employees chimed in over the phones to say there was no such policy.
Well, if that's true, then Macy's has changed its mind. When I posted about it two weeks ago, it was right after hearing a top-of-the-hour news report on KCBS in which Macy's cutting its traditional greeting from its trade dress was the central thesis. "Macy's, long-time host of the big Christmas parade, has decided it's going to be the Grinch that steals Christmas this year!" the anchorwoman burbled. This wasn't some unsourced rumor or misunderstanding on my part; the news story was all about Macy's decision. It's not as though CBS has ever been known to get a story wrong or anything, of course... but this one even featured a lengthy sound bite from the Macy's PR spokeswoman saying something to the effect of: "We don't intend to take away from the spirit of the season in any way; we just feel that saying ''Happy Holidays' or 'Season's Greetings' is a much better way to celebrate the holidays in an all-inclusive way."
If Macy's has changed its position in the time since 12/8, that's fine—but it doesn't make Mr. Wolcott "right" or the rest of us "wrong". I heard them report what they reported. Also, I don't see the word "Christmas" on Macy's website, except after the word after and before the word prices; maybe they've changed that too, after changing it once already in concert with the original KCBS-reported decision. I don't know. All I know is that this Woolcott guy has either failed to do his homework and gone all pompous on "Lilek's" ass anyway, or we're all the victims of a very elaborate and cruel practical joke by Macy's and the WOR/KCBS Axis of Prankdom. I hope it's needless to say which I find more plausible.
Well, I guess this little item is thought-provoking, if nothing else. Nicely put together. Well conceived. I'm just not sure it actually says anything, though.
The premise being that a combination of Google, Amazon.com, blogs, and "social networks" like Friendster will join forces in the very near future to drive both traditional software makers (e.g. Microsoft) and, more importantly, the "fourth estate" of the major media, out of business. The New York Times, by the year 2014, is supposed to go offline in protest against Google-ified bot-generated news and become a newsletter for "the elite and the elderly". And EPIC, a collaborative reporting medium and collective consciousness driven by billions of people with blogs and cellphones and vast automated filter-bots, will rule all.
As a piece of speculative "future history", it's an interesting little mental jaunt—but not a very visionary one, I'm afraid. It's a good synthesis of events up till the present day, but then it sort of loses its footing and starts casting about in surprising directions. Googlezon? For all its purported heaviness, it doesn't seem to really have a good understanding of what ingredients make up the modern Internet, and what trends are showing themselves to be the things that will shape our lives in years to come.
The piece identifies blogs as a revolutionary tool giving voice to people as content creators rather than consumers, all right—that's all well and good. But then it shoves that aside in favor of automated filtering networks like Google News and Microsoft's Newsbot, which are "edited solely by computers", to the chagrin of the human-owned media. Apparently, we're supposed to be clambering on board the emotionless filtered news-clipping feeds of Google and Microsoft and bailing out of the traditional media outlets, both global and local, and why? Because, evidently, coupled with social networks like Friendster, all news can be tailored to us individually by computers that know our search histories, personal details, buying habits, and friends' vital statistics.
An interesting idea. But I see no evidence that it's happening. Didn't Friendster go out of business or something? I certainly don't hear many people talk about it anymore, except to make fun of it—that and Orkut. Remember Orkut? Me neither. And who actually reads Google News, for any reason other than to castigate its nonhuman editors for including "news sources" like Democratic Underground? I've never even heard of Newsbot.
Here's a dirty little secret about news organizations that the author of this piece doesn't seem to grasp: People like bias. They may not say so, but they do. Why do you think even the most non-editorialized of coverage of news stories always includes on-the-spot quotations from passersby or people involved in the situation? It's so the news story can tell the reader how to feel about it, without being explicitly editorial. These people feel this way about this fire or that murder or the other political maneuver. The reader doesn't think in these terms, but when he reads the quoted feelings of people on the ground, he thinks, "Okay, so I'll feel that way about these cold facts too"—or, less frequently but just as importantly, "I don't agree with how this quoted person feels, so I'll develop a strong opinion about this matter." This isn't a matter of agenda, it's a critical background of context that must be had—otherwise how do we interpret a column of numbers? Without knowing how people are reacting to a development, we as humans don't know how we should react ourselves. This isn't a failing, it's part of who we are. Why do you think people read blogs? It's because we crave to have our news reported with a ready-made layer of analysis and opinion, so we know how to feel about it. We construct elaborate filters made up of the bloggers and commentators whose worldviews we find compelling, and while I hesitate to say we're all dittoheads (I don't think we are), we engage ourselves in a news story by catching that first whiff of either enthusiasm or annoyance in the voice of whoever's reporting it, and tailor our expectations accordingly. It's how we're constructed to operate. We humans are tribal in nature; we seek out tribes to ally with. Not one of us can exist without ideological compatriots; we'd go mad. Suppose a person were raised in a Skinner box with nothing but totally unbiased news reports fed to him for a period of years. Can you imagine what kind of politics such a person might develop? He'd be all over the map. He'd develop all kinds of wild theories. Without other like-minded people to bounce ideas off of, and to point out perspectives he hasn't thought of and historical examples of why certain things don't work, you'd end up with an anarchist-Marxist, or a Hitlerian environmentalist, or a free-market absolutist who wants to kill everyone not fluent in Ancient Greek. No moral compass, no historical perspective, no personal investment, no global or local familiarity by which to tailor one's opinions. And why do we follow the news if not to form opinions?
Eric Hoffer, according to a piece of fortuitous spam I just received, said that "When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." (Is that a testimonial for the bright future of spam as a consciousness-elevating infrastructure?)
This EPIC story overstates people's willingness to put up with news as an interactive medium. Most people aren't as engaged in current events as bloggers or news junkies are. They want to know whether the world has exploded, and then go back to their lives. Google and Amazon and Friendster and such systems might change that a little, but from what we've seen thus far, they're not going to change the basic nature of humanity. And in painting a picture of a future where humanity is so engaged in the news that the news' very humanity is lost, this piece loses its handle on the very reason why we're keeping track of this stuff in the first place: to be personally and actively involved, not to entrust our consciousness to automated filters tuned to our personal preferences. It's nice when a store suggests something we might like, but if we filter out everything we don't know we like, we'll never find it.
The magic of the Internet is discovering things you never knew existed. That's going to continue to override any impulses that would create a system like this EPIC, whose purpose—whether designed that way or not—seems to be to make sure nobody ever stumbles upon something they don't like or weren't expecting. Clearly EPIC isn't presented as "utopia", but its dystopia is founded on entirely the wrong idea. In the filtered future, we won't be wrestling with trivia and erroneous information; we'll be coddled by an environment that shields us from hearing anything we don't like, which will rob us of even the desire to be content creators in the first place.
In a sense, blogging is so 2004. The next big thing will be videoblogs. You can fit a rudimentary TV studio in a suitcase -- a laptop, a camcorder, a few cables, and a nearby Starbucks with Wi-Fi you can leech onto to upload your reports. This too will be good. One hundred thousand pairs of eyes looking high and low, versus CBS' staring monocular orb. We'll all turn to the nets to see what they think we should think. And then we'll hit the blogs for the rest of the story.
Hmm. I keep hearing the big guys confidently predicting the rise of the videoblog; but I'm not so sure, frankly. Looking at it from a user-interface standpoint, what's the benefit of video over text? You get pictures and sound and a much richer view of what you're looking at. But what are the intractable downsides? You have to direct and edit video, for one—a badly edited video is way harder to watch than a clunky, confused essay like mine above. Text is just naturally much easier to digest, too, than even the best-edited video. If your mind wanders and you miss a sentence of what someone says in video, it's a pain to go grab the scroll knob and roll it back an indeterminate few seconds to listen to it again, and that's not counting rebuffering and video codecs and all that rot. In text, all you have to do is flick your eye back to the previous line.
And more importantly, when it's text, you can visit a blog and within two seconds know whether there are new posts or not, and within five seconds know whether the new posts are worth reading. You can skim a headline instantly. What's the equivalent ease you get with video? Um, none. You have to watch the thing in order to see what it's about, how long it will take to see it, whether it contains any information you'll find useful, and so on. How many TV news reports have you watched where you got to the end and the reporter said, "Back to you, Diane," without covering anything you were actually hoping to see? You've wasted five minutes. If it were a text blog, it would have taken you a sip and a half of Diet Coke and a stroke of the scrollwheel to process the same information. Not to mention that it probably took the author 1/1000th of the time and effort to produce it. Whence the vaunted immediacy of blog debate once it's all video? How long would it have taken a bunch of videobloggers to break the Rathergate story? A long bloody time, and much fewer people would have had the patience to pay attention to it, let alone do the actual work. Video can't achieve critical mass the way text can and has, in everything from the explosion of e-mail and the Web on forward. Text is the low-tech, low-barrier-to-entry equivalent of papyrus in the CD-ROM age: unsexy, but it'll always work, even after the power grid fails and we're all eating each other in the desert.
Besides, how are you supposed to quote a videoblog? Let's see anyone deny that quoting and cross-linking and fisking is the very heart and soul of blogging. How is that even possible with video? Think how many fiskings there would be of Fahrenheit 9/11 if it'd been text; the only big one we have is the result of one man's obsessive job at deconstructing and transcribing the points of the video into a much more malleable medium, text. Maybe I'm stubbornly refusing to be visionary enough to imagine the stream-of-consciousness, effortlessly editable VR World of Tomorrow, but video and text haven't materially changed in decades, as far as their consumption goes; I can't see that changing anytime soon. Meanwhile, text remains far more flexible and can be molded to the whims of anyone, reader or writer, hence the equalizing nature of the blog where there's essentially no disconnect between the blogger and the discourse in his comments. Once the blogger becomes a director, his readers and fellow bloggers can't respond in kind anymore. And the whole essence of blogging's collaborative nature is lost.
And let's not even get into trying to do a Google search on something someone said in a videoblog. I'll leave that as an exercise for the, um, reader.
I'm skeptical, in short, of the claims so commonly issued by Glenn and the like that videoblogging will inevitably take the place of text blogging, that it will open up huge new realms of discourse and so on. I'm sorry, but looking at it from the standpoint of an analysis of the strengths and weaknesses of the medium itself, I just don't see it. It's like how I can't quite see an iTunes for movies; the medium isn't as much of a slam-dunk. It takes a lot more shoehorning to make it fit. The discrete pieces of media aren't in such perfect, bite-sized chunks, and lack the natural, built-in organizing criteria we've come to know and love. There are benefits, but they only qualify it as an adjunct to the real steamroller of a medium that we already have, not as a new medium in itself.
We'll undoubtedly see more people posting videos, often very good ones, to support their existing text columns and blogs. But can you seriously, honestly, picture going to a blog on a daily basis whose only content was a QuickTime/WMV window that you had to click Play on to see what it had to show you today?
Wow. Monster (the audio cable makers) sure sound like a company worth not doing business with.
Don't miss this supporting link, detailing Monster's legal battles with a guy selling Halloween costumes (of, yes, monsters) through an unprofitable online store.
It sucks a lot... there's not much else that one can say, I guess. Den Beste asked to be spared platitudes, so I won't issue any.
I will note, however, that I think I can credit him for a great deal of what notoriety and/or popularity my blog has—a lot of my readers came here via his links, particularly back when we sparred regularly over the merits and foibles of Apple. I'm sure that if not for those exchanges, I'd be a lot more glib and a lot more naïve in my arguments than I am now. Trial by fire, I suppose. I could hardly have asked for more stringent conditions under which to develop.
It's disheartening to hear of the characteristics of the reader mail he gets, and the effect it has on him; but for what it's worth, I still think this observation holds water. Indeed, a mutual reader (one of the involved parties in the exchange concerned) wrote me afterwards to tell me I had it spot-on. I bring this up merely in the hopes of casting that phenomenon into a different light, one that might make constructive criticism from readers into an illustration of the cooperative nature of research and discourse in the blogosphere, rather than a concerted assault by a zillion malevolent mosquitoes. This perspective might not do any good, but then again it might make things a little easier to bear. Who knows—but there it is.
At the very least, and without mawkishness, thanks for everything.
Monday, December 20, 2004
17:55 - Maybe the Electoral College should offer remedial courses
Now, now, what kinds of people would it make us to point out things like this (a Minnesota Democratic elector casting his handwritten ballot for "John Ewards" [sic]), or this (the entire state of New York casting its official electoral vote bloc for someone named "John L. Kerry")?
What would it say about us if we were to confront our opponents, smug in their intellectual superiority but already devastated and infuriated by their inexplicable loss, with these items?
I guess it would make us bad, bad people.
For it would confirm everyone's worst charges against us: that we just love to watch things explode.
I suppose that, having actually listened to the whole thing, I should be encouraged. I should take heart in the fact that at least today we seem to have more taste—things like this seems like shameful travesties, and even calling it a Traditional Holiday Celebration seems preferable to the SWCA or any other of the memes the 70s produced. And I have to admit that it'll be pretty hard to curl a baleful lip at "Jingle Bells" in the mall after this.
But... damn. I don't care if I was three when this thing came out; I'm still going to a vague sense of cultural culpability for it. There must have been something I could have done.
UPDATE: But then, "A Very Venture Christmas" seems to have been inspired by the same muse—and yet it's funny...
Well, yesterday I got all my chapters and screenshots done for the milestone deadline tomorrow, got all my shopping done, and don't have any more mailing or running around to do. I don't even have any pressing e-mail matters.
I believe I have today all to myself.
I think I'll do something I haven't spent a weekend day doing in a long time: nothing.
(Or I could spend today making a whole bunch of progress on some of my other projects that I've been letting slip while I—no! Nothing! Nothing at all!
Yesterday I delved up this David Brin speech to the Libertarian National Convention again, in support of some aimless musings about branding and consumerism. I knew it contained a couple of points that were germane to the discussion, so I threw in the link sight unseen, without a fresh re-read after the couple of years that it's been since I last ate my way through it.
I just finished it again, and I must recommend it to those who have skipped it thus far. It's hard to argue with. I'd love to pass it to that erstwhile Correspondent of mine, the so-far-Left-he-fell-off-the-Earth one, because at one point in our discussion he rather randomly tried to describe himself as a Libertarian; I suspect he doesn't really know what he was saying, and was grasping for a term that meant "Stay out of my bedroom and my bloodstream, pig". But I think even he might be turned by Brin.
There's one bit in the whole five-long-page essay that bugs me, though. Unfortunately, it's the most important part. After all the great observations and incisive questionnairing and audacious money-changer-table-overturning he does on stage before all the zealous Capital-L types, he comes to the central core of the ideology he's trying to promote: "Cheerful Libertarianism", the optimistic idea that people are fundamentally competent and rational and have accomplished so much already that our trajectory for the future is an encouraging one indeed. His central paragraphs explaining the rightness of the idea are these, on Page 4:
Marxism foresees that era coming as a natural consequence of capital accumulation and the fore-ordained group behavior of mass classes. Classical libertarians -- harking to the resentful Look-Back view -- prescribe removing government shackles that currently prevent the natural flowering of markets. Simply toppling the sin of government excess will begin the era of explicit contracts and true individual liberty.
Ah, but then there's Cheerful Libertarianism. (Or perhaps it should be called Maturationalism. Under this Look-Forward zeitgeist, the future era of freedom will come about for one simple reason.
Because if we make a future world in which all children grow up healthy and well educated and free-minded, they will naturally, and of their own free will, choose a society free of coercion. Because that is what any person in his or her own right mind would want!
Mature, knowledgeable and satiable people will tend to approach the near-ideal society of our fairy tale from nearly any starting point, since almost any unafraid adult will deem it the only decent way to live. Absence of fear is key, persuading individuals to forsake ruthless predation in favor of fair competition.
Coming hot on the heels of his impish verbal traps intended to catch the audience off guard, this statement that his beliefs are "what any person in his or her own right mind would want" seems so glib that at first I suspected he was being sarcastic. But it's not the only time he mentions it, and I can't hear the laugh-track to tell me he was making a face while saying it. I think he actually means it.
Which is worrisome. I don't really believe that a person, raised in liberty and consensus, would naturally choose a life of more liberty and consensus. Sorry, I just don't think it's objectively true.
History, which Brin asks us to treat with the deference we would a teacher, instructs us quite firmly otherwise. Plenty of despots arose out of relative comfort and freedom because they either had a vision of something yet greater that could be had, or (more often) because they saw a weak spot and went for it. That's where we got people like Saddam Hussein. They're the "cheaters" in the Prisoner's Dilemma, the guys who make a global politics based on disarmed debating societies like the UN so unworkable. Freedom is a tenuous human condition, and hardly a "default"; without ever-present vigilance, it can be stolen by someone with designs on power, all the more easily the more consensus we have.
I believe, rather, in a sort of "oscillation" of the human condition. People want what they don't have. Doesn't history tell us that? More to the point, doesn't our very conscience tell us that? If we're oppressed, we want freedom. If we're poor, we want money. If we're being cooped up under a parent's protective wing, we want responsibility over our own destinies. And if we're free adults struggling in this workaday world, trying to make it from mortgage payment to mortgage payment, with kids to feed and clothe and keep healthy, we want ease.
Where does the desire for socialized health care come from? Not from the wealthy and idle. It comes from people who don't want to have to deal with sudden unexpected medical bills. That's a demographic otherwise known as the free middle class. These are Brin's Libertarians (historically speaking), brought up in an atmosphere of freedom and consensus unknown before in history, consciously volunteering to give up some of our individual freedoms and responsibilities in favor of some more ease and convenience and peace of mind.
We all do this. Any number of less hot-button examples can be cited. Say you're a homeowner who toils in the front yard every weekend, keeping the landscaping looking nice, and then has to go inside and cook dinner every night. Say you or your spouse gets a raise. What's the first thing you do? Hire a gardener. Or a housekeeper. Or a nanny. Something to take some of the responsibility off your hands, and to free you up from some of the duties you used to think of as empowering, but now seem only like drudgery. Now you can work on your own leisure projects, instead of having to toil for subsistence, even though it means you're paying out more money and have lost personal control over the tasks over which you previously had dominion—trusting the service you've hired to do your job for you, hopefully the way you'd like it, but always with the possibility that they'll skin the bark off one of your bushes with their weed-whacker while you're not looking. You've traded freedom for ease.
I've seen the same thing happen with people who used to enjoy putting together computers from spare parts, cobbling them together into Frankenstein boxes on which to run Linux and be pleased with the ability to get more use out of an old 486. But these people eventually simply got sick of it; the magic seeped out of it and became drudgery, and they bought Alienware or Dell boxes, or Macs. They welded the hood shut, voluntarily, and paid more money, in the interest of more leisure. And they accepted the reduction in control and customizability that comes with it. Likewise, most of us surrender the work of repairing our cars, computers, plumbing, and electronic devices to paid professional services, rather than learning how and doing it ourselves. Sure, it would be more individualistic and more satisfying and more manly—but we've got better things to do, and time is money.
It's true that the leisure these people buy is itself another form of freedom. What's a better illustration of freedom than building a plane in your garage? From that perspective, these kinds of transactions could just as easily be described as what humans do when they get bored: they choose to shake things up a bit, cut loose the deadwood of their lives, and sprout some new branches.
But the rub is in when the freedom and responsibility that you consciously give up results in a net increase in power for the state, or other organs that hold dominion over you. When that happens, you've taken a step back down and away from Brin's ideal "Cheerful Libertarian" platform. And, unchecked, that will continue to happen—people will continue to sign away rights and freedoms in the name of more ease and convenience—until they find themselves being oppressed all over again. And then they have to reverse the process if they want to expand liberty back to the level their parents enjoyed.
That's what we've been doing here in this country over the past two hundred years or so: swaying from side to side, electing ourselves more freedoms, then voting them away, then voting them back into our hands again. We've been trying to find a balance between the extremes, a place where we can find equilibrium without having to waver and overcorrect and overshoot every generation or two. (And as I've said before, I believe that once a society starts voting socialistic powers to the government, with all the ease and convenience they entail for everyday people, it's really hard to get people to voluntarily give up those benefits and vote those powers out of the hands of the government. It's not totally a one-way street, but the playing field is tilted.)
So I don't know that I agree with the core of Brin's philosophy, even though I agree fully with all the supporting material he throws at us. I don't know if that's a fundamental paradox or what, or if Brin's thesis itself just needs more clarification. I rather think that if he were to address the core a little more explicitly, deconstructing his mischievous glibness and telling us what he really thinks instead of playing the merry prankster (at least for those few crucial paragraphs), this lecture would make a dandy synthesis of thought that would stand up to just about any barrage from Left or Right.
UPDATE: Um, well, and there's also the business about propaganda in the form of popular movies that extol conformity and destiny and fitting in, and how few of them there are. Brin explicitly points out one counterexample, and uses it as a major part of his thesis: The Lord of the Rings. But I got The Best anonymous e-mail:
I suppose if there was such a movie, and it turned out to be one we all really liked but which had never really considered in this context, it would be a little embarassing.
And if the counterexample was the single most important movie in someone's life, like "The Lion King," that would be really bad.
Okay, yeah, wise guy. Come over here and say that...
Wow. Could there possibly be a better illustration of the uselessness of the UN and its pacifist dogma in the face of a world that, dash it all, just flat refuses to play by the rules?
The sudden appearance of Zakaria Zubeidi, the 29-year-old militant leader, and at least 20 of his armed men embarrassed the head of the U.N. Relief and Works Agency, the body that administers Palestinian refugee camps.
Weapons are banned in the camps, but during four years of violence, armed gangs have taken control, building their reputations through deadly attacks on Israelis. The unarmed Palestinian police have been shunted aside.
Zubeidi, West Bank head of the Al Aqsa Martyrs’ Brigades, a violent group linked to the ruling Fatah party, strode to the gate of the compound housing U.N. agency offices, passing signs on a fence showing the silhouette of a gun with a red line through it.
After a brief argument with a guard, he checked in his M-16 assault rifle with telescopic sight and walked in — a pistol clearly visible on his hip.
“Of course I don’t condone it, but it’s a fact of life,” UNRWA head Peter Hansen told The Associated Press, referring to the violation of the no-arms rule. “Look around the camp. We can’t stop it — we don’t have guns.”
Think hard. You might arrive at a solution. If you give up, lay your head on your desk and teacher will come help you.
James A. sends this fascinating article on consumer culture and the media-driven rebellion against it that we've come to embrace, thinking it makes us morally superior to look down our noses at the usual whipping-boy brand identities while modeling our lives on movies like Fight Club and American Beauty.
What american beauty illustrates, with extraordinary clarity, is that rebelling against mass society is not the same thing as rebelling against consumer society. Through his rebellion, Lester goes from being right-angle square to dead cool. This is reflected in his consumption choices. Apart from the new car, he develops a taste for very expensive marijuana—$2,000 an ounce, we are told, and very good. “This is all I ever smoke,” his teenaged dealer assures him. Welcome to the club, where admission is restricted to clients with the most discriminating taste. How is this any different from Frasier and Niles at their wine club?
What we need to see is that consumption is not about conformity, it’s about distinction. People consume in order to set themselves apart from others. To show that they are cooler (Nike shoes), better connected (the latest nightclub), better informed (single-malt Scotch), morally superior (Guatemalan handcrafts), or just plain richer (bmws).
The problem is that all of these comparative preferences generate competitive consumption. “Keeping up with the Joneses,” in today’s world, does not always mean buying a tract home in the suburbs. It means buying a loft downtown, eating at the right restaurants, listening to obscure bands, having a pile of Mountain Equipment Co-op gear and vacationing in Thailand. It doesn’t matter how much people spend on these things, what matters is the competitive structure of the consumption. Once too many people get on the bandwagon, it forces the early adopters to get off, in order to preserve their distinction. This is what generates the cycles of obsolescence and waste that we condemn as “consumerism.”
The point being that a critique of brand-driven consumerism is itself just another brand that we lap up. (Which, taken as a whole, is no worse than the original consumerism—because consumerism ain't all that bad. It's hard to argue that a McDonald's burger isn't an objectively better solution to hunger than hunting and gathering.)
It rather reminds me of that old Bill Hicks routine about Marketing... where he first says that anybody in Marketing serves no useful purpose and should kill himself—and then muses about Marketing people in the audience going, "Hey, Bill's going for the 'anti-Marketing' dollar. Huge market!"
I'm also reminded of that speech David Brin gave to the Libertarians, pointing out that while we all might rail against consumerism and conformity, can you name a single movie produced in the last fifty years that extols the virtues of conformity or fitting in or changing who you are to fit the world's expectations? Hardly... every day we're bombarded with earnest exhortations to "be true to yourself" and "stand out" and so on. Although Disney movies are all imbued with songs whose refrains are all about "belonging" somewhere, the movies' themes always involve seeking out and finding some other place, some other group, where you "belong" better than you do now. It's a far cry from seeing a multiplex full of films where the opening scene of Metropolis is presented as utopia.
I know plenty of people who will happily, and without any admitted irony, eat at McDonald's while sniffing disdainfully about the Wal-Mart across the street. And of course I know some people (some of whom seem to live in the mirror) who inhabit the Mac camp because of its moral superiority to conforming to the Microsoft gulag—somehow wearing Apple t-shirts and waiting in line for hours before an Apple Store opens in a mall hundreds of miles from home doesn't count as consumerism. All a brand has to do is position itself as being an "alternative" to a bigger and badder brand, and it attains an eerie sort of super-legitimacy. I'm a consumer whore! And how!
None of which is a bad thing if you don't buy into the axioms of postmodern thought that the article delineates (and explodes), namely that conformity and obedience and homogeneity are requirements for the capitalist society to work. Hardly. Capitalism doesn't work without entrepreneurship, creativity, rebellion, revolution—a new form of it every day. In stark contrast to nations where the word "revolution" is trumpeted daily on the loudspeakers over the toiling and indistinguishable masses, evoking a long-past but supposedly ongoing cataclysm of "change", it's capitalism that relies for its very existence and energy source on a fundamentally unstable substrate. People have to feel like they're breaking the rules in order to fuel the machine—because sometimes, when they do, they change it for the better. And the machine throws out the bad changes and embraces the good ones. Darwinism in action, isn't it?
Granted, this article has a few eyebrow-raising bits—like where the author, who has also penned such books as The Efficient Society: Why Canada is as Close to Utopia as it Gets, suggests using legislative action (by tweaking the tax code) to engineer consumerism away. After all the work he does to detoxify branding as a phenomenon, it seems weird to attack it at the end, and in such a manner whose results can hardly be better than the disease. But other than that, it's an excellent piece full of quite thought-provoking observations.
I guess that for those who see movies like Fight Club as oracles and prophets, they serve as a kind of balm—a salve to their wounded consciences, a way to convince themselves that they're really going to bring the system down from the inside, that they're honorable rebels who alone see the light that escapes the benighted rest of us. But while they sip their coffee and sneeringly discuss their promised inheritance, it's Starbucks that quietly changes the world.
UPDATE: CapLion takes firm exception to the article's attitude toward SUVs and other luxury items. It's clear that the author is no great fan of conspicuous consumption, but I'm not convinced he's agitating for an end to bourgeois commercial culture. His explanation of the capitalist model is without antagonism. It's more a sort of weary indulgence, coupled with an energetic defense against a common misunderstanding of what capitalism requires. True, I'm not sure what to make of that business at the end about legislating away advertising-spawned brand fetishes. But I still think the article fires home some fine points about those who think themselves superior to the "masses" for having bought into the prepackaged and branded rejection of branding.
Just because you're an academic without a consistent point doesn't make you a commie; neither does being a ne'er-do-well intoxicated world-traveling artiste mean you're incapable of gleaning a culture for yourself from the branded mainstream. See this awesome interview with Tony Millionaire of Maakies fame for an illustration of what I mean: a hippie who doesn't get why his interviewer thinks he should be contrite for weeping over Family Circus or having had a hand in Reagan bombing Libya.
(Seriously. Go read it. And read the strip, too, if you like crude scatological comic strips straight out of the 30s featuring absolutely exquisite pen-and-ink background art of pirate ships and flower gardens. I don't understand it at all, but I know what I hate... and I don't hate this.)
I've been becoming more than casually interested lately in the reasoning behind a lot of Constitutional constructional language and derived law; most particularly the First Amendment, and why it's worded in such severe, direct, negative, and injunctive language—especially compared to the equivalent statements of rights and freedoms used by other countries, such as Canada, which are much more vague and less legally actionable.
We say, after all, that "Congress shall make no law... abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press". It sounds pretty cut-and-dried and quite restrictive. It doesn't seem, on the face of it, to take into consideration the usual list of exceptions: slander, libel, obscenity, and yelling "fire" in a crowded theater. Clearly some muddling of the message has taken place over the years, even while we continue to stand on the starkness of the First Amendment's language in interpreting whether it's okay to hold white-power rallies or boo Linda Ronstadt off-stage. Yet it's hardly common knowledge what the various intricacies are, what the history of "tests" are that have been applied to the Amendment and its enforcement, and the shifting political winds throughout the last century in particular which have made this country seesaw back and forth from more restrictive to more permissive interpretations of it.
Well, wonder no more. This lecture by Dr. Thomas O'Connor of NC Wesleyan College gives a rough-riding, condensed history of the First Amendment's various moltings over the years, by the end of which your head is guaranteed to swim, and you'll wonder how those few simple clipped words ever seemed so easily interpreted. We'd love for our legal language to be general and elegant, with enforcement easily following from a clear reading of the words; but the precedent on the Amendment involves so much specific application, so many practical examples and human loopholes (like the "Heckler's Veto") and delineations of societal norms that derive from nothing more dispassionate than our Judeo-Christian consensus as to what comprises "polite society", that any such elegance is long since lost.
I'd hate to be a law guy. It must make it impossible to have an opinion on anything.
Oh, granted, I still think the First Amendment is pretty damned powerful, and I'm pretty happy with the "tests" that are currently in place and that have displaced other such "tests" that were more objectionable, like the "Bad Tendency Test" that sparked McCarthyism. I think it's a testament to its strength that it still stands in its original form, and is still taken so seriously, even after all this time and interpretation and reinterpretation. The fact that above all else still stands this stern injunction to always default to the condition of not making a law if any doubt exists as to its appropriateness is perhaps one reason why Jefferson and Franklin and friends would not be horrified at what's become of their document 215 years later.
(Oh, and Dr. O'Connor has lots of other lectures on interesting matters of our time, such as Homeland Security, Intelligence Gathering, Nationalist Terrorism, and Islamic Extremism—all of which seem grounded in a very sensible worldview, for a college professor. Well worth a visit.)
I hope lots of people are paying attention to what The Telegraph has been saying lately in its op-eds and even world news coverage, because I haven't seen stories like this getting play in papers like The Guardian, The Washington Post or The New York Times.
There's this piece on how the Dutch, seeing their culture and country drowning in the forced silent anonymity of zealous multiculturalism, are taking the only road that doesn't lead to Naziism or death: the one that leads out of the country.
Escaping the stress of clogged roads, street violence and loss of faith in Holland's once celebrated way of life, the Dutch middle classes are leaving the country in droves for the first time in living memory.
The new wave of educated migrants are quietly voting with their feet against a multicultural experiment long touted as a model for the world, but increasingly a warning of how good intentions can go wrong.
Australia, Canada and New Zealand are the pin-up countries for those craving the great outdoors and old-fashioned civility.
. . .
More people left the Netherlands in 2003 than arrived, ending a half-century cycle of surging immigration that has turned a tight-knit Nordic tribe into a multi-ethnic mosaic with three million people of foreign roots out of 16 million. Almost one million are Muslims, mostly Turks and Moroccan-Berbers. In Rotterdam, 47 per cent of the city's population is of foreign origin. While asylum claims have plunged, the exodus is accelerating, reaching 13,313 net outflow in the first half of 2004. Many retiring workers are moving to the south of France, but a growing bloc leaving the country appears to be educated, working families.
. . .
Ellen, 43, a lawyer and banker who votes for the free-market Liberals, said the code of behaviour regulating daily life in the Netherlands was breaking down.
"People no longer know what to expect from each other. There are so many rules, but nobody sticks to them. They just do as they want. They just execute people on the streets, it's shocking when you see this for the first time," she said. "We've become so tolerant that everybody thinks they can fight their own wars here. Van Gogh is killed, and then people throw bombs at mosques and churches. It's escalating because the police and the state aren't doing anything about it.
"There's a feeling of injustice that if you do things right, if you work hard and pay your taxes, you're punished, and those who don't are rewarded. People can come and live here illegally and get payments. How is that possible?
"We didn't think about how we should integrate people, to make sure that we actually talk to each other and know each other, instead of living in ghettoes with different rules.
"It's not why we are leaving: the reason is that Australia feels different, it feels like a place where we would like to grow old," she said.
Evidently America isn't on the list of places the Dutch are going, perhaps as one final act of defiance, of not appearing to capitulate to the idea that maybe our way is positively comparable to that of Australia, Canada, or New Zealand, the cited list-toppers. Neither is Britain. I guess we can make of that whatever we will. But it's instructive to see what becomes the only viable option when one is trapped between the instructional ruler-wielding horn-rimmed spectres of Nazi Germany and a forever ghettoized, polyglot, posse-law dystopia: fleeing in dejected terror.
(This video/documentary does an excellent job of putting a visual face on all this. A must-see. And it makes it seem rather inevitable that something like this would happen; I wonder if Amsterdam will last much longer as the Mecca—as it were—of the pot-smoking sexual libertines of the world?)
And then there's this opinion column about the soon-to-be law in Britain forbidding the criticism of religion.
As I write, I am looking at a Christmas brochure for Channel 4. It contains an interview with Paul Abbott, author of the "current hit show, Shameless". Clever Paul swears a lot, and proudly tells a story about how, when his brothers held him upside down to help him steal a Christmas tree from his Yugoslav next door neighbour, he was so frightened that he started urinating. Ha ha.
There follows a two-page pictorial spread of Paul's characters, the Gallaghers, having their Christmas lunch. The tableau is presented (sub-Buñuel) as a parody of the Last Supper. (Do Paul Abbott and Channel 4 believe, perhaps, that this took place at Christmas?) The first page shows a line of yobs - mimicking the Apostles - beginning their meal in reasonably good order. The second depicts them towards its end, violent and drunk. The "Jesus" figure is lurching forward, halo awry, beer can in one hand and cigarette in the other.
The natural inclination of Christians in the face of such affronts is anger. But would it really be a better society in which silly, urinating Mr Abbott could go to prison for such a thing, and perhaps the bosses of Channel 4 with him? Before lots of respectable readers shriek "Yes!", think what it means.
Why is it that so many people resent religion and turn against it? Surely it is because of its coercive force, its tendency to mistake the worldly power of its priests and mullahs for justified zeal for the truth. It is not God who turns people away, but what people do in the name of God. If a law against religious hatred is passed, even when blessed by St David Blunkett, the natural consequence will be a rise in the hatred of religion.
Particularly hatred of Islam. The BNP website describes Islam in the hands of some of its adherents as "less a religion and more a magnet for psychopaths and a machine for conquest". If a law says they can't say that, the BNP will, in the minds of many, be proved right. On Tuesday, Mr Blunkett said that it would be illegal to claim that "Muslims are a threat to Britain". People already censor themselves through fear of Muslim reaction to mockery - I don't suppose even brave, incontinent, foul-mouthed Paul Abbott would write a comedy for the start of Ramadan showing Mohammed downloading dubious images from the internet. If the law criminalises such activity, the scope for resentment is huge.
I've seen recent examples of guys misinterpreting Canada's new gay-marriage legislation as forcing religious institutions to perform same-sex marriages (actually the law states the opposite), and reacting with undisguised glee at the prospect of such a government in shining armor riding to smite the wicked. Apparently free speech, and the separation of church and state, are only good things when they work in our favor.
This month we're dutifully erasing all mention of Christianity from our December festivities—the only time I saw the word "Christmas" in the mall today was on a furtive hand-written sign on the cash register at the Great Steak & Potato Company, and in the Christmas songs that they still feel it's justified to play over the PA system, at least for now; all the rest is touchily "End-of-Year Sales" and "Winter Holiday Shopping". And meanwhile, as the article points out, in Saudi Arabia or Pakistan you risk death or deportation for failing to conceal your non-state-approved religion. Surely we wouldn't want it to look like we're pursuing that model.
The trouble with arguing against these sorts of developments is that standing up for your own culture, if you're Western, is seen as tantamount to slapping on a swastika armband and writing everything in the Fraktur font. It takes a brave journalistic voice to even try to figure out a way to steer between the extremes—to avoid tripping the warning bells that make people curl up into their anti-fascist shells, while at the same time making compelling points about holding on to a tradition or two that we've found define us as a people and enable the simple, innocent things that we value in life—like being able to say "Merry Christmas" to a stranger, or, equally, to produce a construction-paper cartoon featuring a foul-mouthed Jesus battling Santa Claus in a snow-covered mountain town.
If such voices are congregating at The Telegraph now, it might be a good one to watch.
I'm thinking of starting a running auto-incrementing tally. You know, kind of like the one Mike has in his sidebar. But mine would be for the number of times I hear the word "Christmas" all December long.
I know that on my way to the store and back this evening, I heard something like six consecutive news items and ads on KCBS, all of which either centered prominently on some major business (Macy's, in this case) adopting an official position of never again mentioning the C-word in its decorations, or involving convoluted and massaged dialogue that had clearly had the naughty word excised in early drafts: "Be sure to add that special person to your... shopping list this holiday season!"
Happy voices, happy thoughts, smiles all around. Plastered across the faces all throughout the recording studio. Because if you let the beaming veneer slip you get beat up with a rubber hose.
Why do I get the feeling that a lot fewer people were "offended" by things they saw on the street or heard on the radio back when they didn't have to work so hard to be offended as they do now? I think the last time anyone actually intended to offend anybody in a print advertisement or commercial decoration was in about 1846. Now we've got whole departments at huge corporations dedicated to nothing but vetting every word the company emits to make sure it can't possibly offend anyone, and yet there's always something someone can construe in some scandalous way that gets it onto the front pages and sends the stock price tanking. Working in said department must be one of the most unsatisfying, most psychologically draining jobs in the world: it's like walking on springtime ice, where if you accidentally slip and break through, the townspeople gather to jeer and spit on you as you flail in the frigid water.
This is the world I dreamed of when I was in high school. So why oh why does it suck?
I couldn't have been wrong, could I?
UPDATE: I suppose it should go without saying that I'm getting mighty sick of that "Christmahanukwanzakah" ad by Virgin Mobilantic Wirelessgalactic or whatever. It's trying to be funny, I know, but it just ends up being just as patronizing as the stuff it's trying to parody.
UPDATE: Don't miss this article on Chanukah and why it's obtuse and a little bit demeaning to defer to it in the way we do with our All Cultures Have Their Own Christmas season.
UPDATE: Heh. Now this is more like it. (Thanks to Keith H.)
Wow. There sure aren't many leaves left on the trees after that thing that blew through here last night.
Weather reports indicated wind gusts up to 25-35 mph, and I can believe it—it whipped the tarp off Lance's motorcycle, knocked down trees and palm fronds all around the area, and knocked out power in a number of places. Right at the end of my block, all night we watched as the rainy gusts blew at the transformer and wires hanging off the power pole at the corner, and every time they touched a shower of sparks would fly off and shoot northward for about thirty feet across the intersection. Very strong southerly wind, yes indeed. We called 911 to get someone to come deal with it, but I didn't see anyone arrive all night—I think they had their hands full.
And now we get one of those day-after-the-storm cloudbreaks, where the air's as crisp and clear as it's ever going to get.
Everyone else seems to be falling into a bit of a lull in posting lately... and I guess it stands to reason why. I'm feeling the same urge. Or if it isn't the same urge, it's one with a similar result.
Now that the election's over, I've found myself thinking back over these past three years (wow, my third blogiversary is coming up), and realizing how the tone and focus of what I've written about has changed. I started out primarily writing naïve and heartfelt tracts about Apple and screeds against Microsoft, with the occasional pointer to some silly thing or other found on the Web. Ever since about eighteen months ago, though, I found myself focusing on politics to a degree that would have horrified the me of the halcyon days, as halcyon as the weeks immediately following 9/11 can have been.
It's because it all seemed so crucially important—there was always the feeling that it was leading up to something, to such an extent that I couldn't drop my guard or let up on the offensive for even a week's vacation. And it was. The election's over now, and it's let out all the stress. All of it. Far from taking months to cool down, it's like the overinflated balloon of desperate verbage has deflated in Internet time—less than a month on and the campaign and the election already feel as distant as Monicagate. So, frankly, does all the urgency of the need to post more political stuff. Now, it's like, the world can take care of itself... and now it's time to watch some movies and look for cool Mac gadgets and other techno-coolness.
I don't imagine I'll be materially changing the content of what I write here, permanently, or very much... but I do imagine that at least for a couple of weeks there won't be a whole lot of big substantive juicy stuff. I need to rebuild my energy first.
Of course, it could also be that I'm embroiled in the new book, which is already available at Amazon, rather laughably, since I've only written a quarter of it so far.
I think I could probably deal with being the kind of person whose last words are "Oh, shit". But I don't think I'd be able to handle being the kind of person whose last words are "God, that was stupid of me."
I saw an earlier attempt at this kind of thing a few years ago, in an amateur video made by some random wielder of Lightwave or Maya, featuring the New Beetle... but this really takes it to the next level.
I'm surprised they didn't have to add a disclaimer explaining that the car doesn't actually transform and dance like Travolta. (If it were sold here, they probably would have.)
In response to this, Chris M. sends this essay by Frank Schaeffer, a musing from last year from the perspective of a Bostonian intellectual novelist whose son joined the Marines.
“But aren't the Marines terribly Southern?” asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. “What a waste, he was such a good student,” said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should “carefully evaluate what went wrong.”
There was just an ad for NBC's 11:00 news, which would be headlined by a report on the U.S. Marines, who are recruiting... (pregnant pause) ...in high schools!
The narrator then recites a series of breathless lines, in that tone that makes you think they're scandalous: The Marines are recruiting at a high school in your neighborhood! These kids are ... eager to fight on the front lines! Why are these recruiters welcome at Bay Area schools? And why is it working? —Interspersed with shots of kids shaking hands with recruiters and emitting cries of enthusiasm, against nervous twitchy music.
Oh my. I had no idea. Someone do something about those awful men!
Over the weekend, one of the users on my site—a teenager from Britain—made mention of the fact that over there, either this week or last week was apparently "National Anti-Bullying Week" on school campuses.
He was as surprised to hear that there was no such event here, as I was to hear of its existence.
I mean, what the hell? National Anti-Bullying Week? A week in which, what, all bullies are identified, tied up in the quad, and pelted with eggs? Or is it just a time to hang meaningless banners and feel all self-righteous? What exactly is this supposed to accomplish? What message is it supposed to send? What—it's okay for fifty-one weeks a year to be a bully, but just not this one week? Is this supposed to be some kind of "empowering" thing for non-bully kids—to feel like they have the administration's power on their side for one week out of the year, after which it's back to business as usual?
So much for the "code of the schoolyard". This kind of thing can only give kids the message that all your problems will eventually be solved by Someone With Authority coming in and stopping the big bad booger men. What are these kids going to grow up to think—"Well, my asshole neighbor keeps throwing his trash over into my backyard, but it's okay! One week a year, the State will step in and make him be nice to me!"
The world doesn't work like that. No matter how many rough edges we file off the environment our kids carom around in, all we do is delay and magnify the eventual shock when they have to learn how to stand up for themselves and earn the respect of their peers. I'm speaking as someone who was often the target of "bullies" as a kid, such as they were, and the thing I regret most about those years is never having learned to throw a punch.
Maybe "they" should institute "National Don't Commit Crimes Week" or "International Anti-Iranian-Nukes Day" or "Ukrainian Election Fraud Awareness Week." That'll show 'em.
UPDATE: Naturally, Tim Blair's commenters have gone to town on the subject of precious childhood memories...
Good God. This is what happens if you're a Swift Vet whom the Kerry campaign decides has cost him the Presidency?
Unfortunately, as the Chicago Sun-Times reports, Gardner seems to have paid a heavy price for contradicting the official line on Kerry's Vietnam service. According to Gardner, shortly after he told his story to local radio stations and a local paper, he received a call from John Hurley, the veterans organizer for Kerry's campaign (and probably the least effective person ever to advocate a position on cable news). Gardner says that Hurley threatened him, stating "you better watch your step; we can look into your finances." Next Gardner heard from Douglas Brinkley author of Tour of Duty: John Kerry and the Vietnam War (arguably the most counter-productive campaign biography ever published). According to Gardner, Brinkley claimed he was "fact-checking" his book, which already was in print. In fact, Brinkley used the call to create an article critical of Gardner. Gardner says that Brinkley called him again, warning him to expect some calls.
Twenty-four hours later, Gardner's employer, Millennium Information Services, informed him via email that his posiiton with the company was being eliminated and that his services were no longer required. Gardner says that he has since seen the company advertising for his old position.
Gardner, the father of three, now is broke and unemployed. Nonetheless, he says he'd speak against Kerry all over again because "I couldn't ever see [Kerry] as commander in chief -- not after what I saw in Vietnam, not after the lies I heard him tell about what he says he did and what he says others did."
I'm gonna whip this out any time someone ever talks about "dissent being crushed" again. Unbelievable.
I'll bet the word "Thanksgiving" originally had the emphasis on the first syllable. THANKSgiving.
Makes more sense that way, doesn't it? Retains a bit more meaning?
It's one of those little things—you wonder how exactly it would have changed over the years, and when, and according to what media of communication, and who would have noticed...
Just an unsubstantiated hunch, of course. I'm sure there's nothing to be concerned about. (Stevens Creek School in Cupertino, huh? That's, like, a couple of miles from where I work.)
"We here at Japan Toy Company are very concerned about your ...concerns!"
This is getting plenty of play. The picture at the top, with Harry van Bommel, makes me wonder just how superior a political system is where mop-topped metrosexuals who showboat on Internet forums get elected to Parliament, compared to our system of ossified rote where at least nobody's allowed to sneeze on camera without his political career screeching to an abrupt halt.
But my favorite is this one:
"Come to Fantasyland! We have magic castles and rocket cars and free vacation all year long!"
The world can be divided pretty neatly along the line of those who think having "the maximum of paid holiday" is a desirable feature of a country, and those who realize why it might not be so win-win.
Why did I think it would be fun to take a moment out of my day to look at the Floating Fat Man's page?
"When was the last time I have seen a president on a billboard? What is going on? Didn't Saddam Hussein have his picture up everywhere? What next, a statue?"
(From a letter to the Orlando Sentinel, quoted on Moore's front page.)
Do these twits really not understand the difference between a dictator decreeing that his grinning likeness be publicly posted, and a group of citizens choosing and paying a commercial billboard owner to put up such an endorsement?
Sigh. Of course they do. But they know some people don't.
I wonder how they feel about themselves, knowing that the readers whose support they're cheaply angling for are the people who are swayed by bald misleading analogies and who don't read fine print.
Ah well. I think maybe I'll get me a copy of this for Christmas.
UPDATE: My friend Gerrit writes:
As a German, this produces associations I don't quite like as 'Our Leader' translates to 'Unser Führer' in German. Now, I know that those associations are not justified, but a lot of people around the world who had a certain kind of 'leader' in their past (or still have one) will look at this and start to wonder what's going on.
The fact that this billboard was not put up by the Government but by private citizens or corporations (The one in Orlando seems to have been done by 'Clear Channel Outdoor') will not really change the impression they are getting. Even if they are told this is not Government sponsored.
While the intentions behind this might have been good, I think the people who paid for this didn't quite think it through.
Well, granted. I'm sure they realized they were just asking for whatever willful misinterpretations people would have; I don't doubt that the whole purpose of putting that message on a billboard over a freeway where all kinds of people have to look at it is intended primarily as a way to rub salt in the wounds of the ones who lost. Certainly I can understand their reactions; I think the thing's rather unseemly, myself.
But I also suspect that the asymmetrical warfare of propaganda goes both ways; all the letter-writer and Michael Moore have to do is tell people that what they saw on the freeway is no different from what was common in Saddam's Baghdad, and the gullible or thoughtless ones will believe it. An ingenious counterstroke? An unfair cheap-shot? Depends on how you look at it, I guess.
There aren't quite so many propaganda opportunities for the members of the Ar-Rahman list to capitalize on these days; but such as there are, they're still jumping on them:
Assalamu Alaikaum
The video footage of US Marines killing unarmed civilian in a mosque in Falluja.
This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election; and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail! That's democracy for you. —Mr. Burns
This is an excellent eight-page exposé on Election Day in Ohio, from the perspective of the ACT group canvassing for Kerry votes; it follows the precipitously changing attitude throughout the day as it became clear that the millions of dollars and the super-high-tech campaign coordination techniques had somehow failed to dictate the election's outcome. The article leaves the reader with a sort of pitying smirk toward these well-illustrated individual personalities who were so sure they'd win; yet there's something very telling about it, in the way it treats the other side:
This effort wasn't visible to Democrats because it was taking place on an entirely new terrain, in counties that Democrats had some vague notion of, but which they never expected could generate so many votes. The 10 Ohio counties with the highest turnout percentages, many of them small and growing, all went for Bush, and none of them had a turnout rate of less than 75 percent.
For Democrats, this new phenomenon on Election Day felt like some kind of horror movie, with conservative voters rising up out of the hills and condo communities in numbers the Kerry forces never knew existed. ''They just came in droves,'' Jennifer Palmieri told me two days after the election. ''We didn't know they had that room to grow. It's like, 'Crunch all you want -- we'll make more.' They just make more Republicans.''
I've heard this over and over: the ominously intoned they. The idea that what the Democrats were fighting against isn't people, or fellow citizens, but some kind of unholy force of nature—as implacable as a hurricane, and as mindlessly destructive. There's never any attempt to understand them, or to reach out to them—only to either scare them straight, or outvote them. I have yet to hear a single Kerry-voting friend or acquaintance acknowledge that anyone might vote Republican for any reason other than fear, hatred, or stupidity. Doggedly though I've tried, it seems that the more I ply someone with reasoned and documented analysis that I think is sound, the more it convinces them that I'm nothing more than a terrified and irrational flunky who would rather blow up the Earth than see a poor black person afford a new car.
I think the moral is that time is the only remedy for this wound. Well, that and not blowing up the Earth, I guess. It's too bad that that doesn't go without saying.
Via Dean Esmay, who also has this interesting post on the potential merits of letting the various States go their own way on the issues that divide them, seeing which ones come up with the best solutions independent of federal uniformity. (Reagan was a big believer in this principle, I recall...)
These guys are generally thought of as having freedom and personal liberties at the top of their priority lists, right? The overriding reason why "liberals" call themselves "liberals" these days, isn't it, is that they're fighting for people to be able to do whatever they want with their lives—whatever kind of sex they like, whatever kind of drugs they want to take, whatever kind of dogma they wish to entertain?
Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say these folks were aspiring to inherit the mantle of the Puritans. We already know what they think about whether we should eat fast food, whether we should eat meat, whether we should breathe the words "Merry Christmas" around the Winter Solstice, whether we should say the wrong thing about the wrong race or sexual subgroup. And here's what they think about our freedom to drive the vehicles of our choice:
Amid hundreds of new cars, prototypes and sparkling antiques, the Hummer SUV was the center of attention Sunday for a group of zero-emission supporters at the 47th Annual San Francisco International Auto Show.
Carrying signs that read "Dumm and Hummer" and singing songs like "Drive a Hummer, What a Bummer," about 60 demonstrators gathered outside of show at Moscone Center to demonstrate against American dependency on oil.
"I'm doing this because I have a 15-year-old son who I don't want to send off to war just so that someone can drive a Hummer," said Kirsten Moller of San Francisco.
Even beyond the pathetic and dogged adherence to the "blood for oil" argument, even at this late date where all that stolen oil still hasn't driven down gas prices much that I can see, the underlying self-righteousness of this action and the insatiable need to make everything into another example of war and oppression and environmental death is just really starting to grate. We can't even go to a car show anymore without having to entertain these people's fantasies.
How is it that we can live in the age of the least human suffering that there has ever been in history, the most wealth spread across the globe, the best race relations, and the smallest gap between the richest and the poorest living conditions, and not only does chronic outrage among the perpetually angry not evaporate, it gathers to itself new strength every day?
Yeah, I know the academic answers to this question. We've spent the past three years rubbing our chins over it. But, you know, damn. I always considered myself a righteous environmentalist atheist intellectual, pretty much all my young adult life. But these people make me want to burn a tree for Christ.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
20:20 - Avert your eyes, children! It may take on other forms!
Is it just me, or does this op-ed on Fox News' imminent Canadian debut have a distinct panicked sound? As though the author were saying, All this time everybody up here has dutifully believed us when we told them Fox was evil... but now, through some egregious security breach or other, there's a chance that they might actually watch it and have to decide for themselves whether it's as bad as we've always said! Don't worry, citizens—don't let your curiosity get the better of you! You're too sophisticated to need to think for yourselves! Trust our assertions!
I'm pretty ambivalent on Fox myself; I don't watch it any more than any other mainstream news station, which means "not at all". But this column sounds pretty well spooked to me. When someone tries this blatantly to hide something by simply warning people against giving it a fair hearing, it's pretty safe to say that they're afraid of what people might find out.
So does this indicate that PETA is getting more confident, or getting desperate?
Called the Fish Empathy Project, the campaign reflects a strategy shift by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals as it challenges a diet component widely viewed as nutritious and uncontroversial.
"No one would ever put a hook through a dog's or cat's mouth," said Bruce Friedrich, PETA's director of vegan outreach. "Once people start to understand that fish, although they come in different packaging, are just as intelligent, they'll stop eating them."
For all the "science" these people claim to embrace, the one inconvenient fact that we've evolved the enzymes and gastroflora indicative of a carnivorous ecological niche never seems to figure.
So the Washington Post has finally dropped Ted Rall's comic strip... and look at what Dean Esmay identifies as the final straw:
So. The Washington Post finally dropped Ted Rall. This time for a cartoon displaying America as a profoundly retarded, drooling freak.
To which I can only say: so repeatedly drawing cartoons comparing America to Nazi Germany, accusing the late Pat Tillman of being a bloodthirsty racist, 9/11 widows as being money-grubbing opportunists--this was not enough?
Why do I suspect that the only reason the Washington Post really acted finally was not because Rall is vile and hateful, but because he made fun of the mentally handicapped?
Somehow I'm not surprised that it's this strip, not this one or this one, that finally did it—let alone this piece of reasoned and nuanced geopolitical analysis. No... he finally stepped on something the WaPo actually considers precious this time, even if accidenally, in passing as it were—mere collateral damage. Too bad.
Is this kind of thing rare, though? Not hardly. Not to look at Kofi Annan's coming vote of no confidence—not over the mounting billions of Oil-For-Blood money stolen on his watch by UNSCAM, not over failing to prevent genocide in Rwanda or Darfur... but over a sexual harassment scandal.
Are people actually, perhaps, trying to bring odious people like these to justice, using the only tools they have available to them—technicalities to which their peers are actually susceptible? Is this the equivalent of nailing Al Capone on tax evasion charges? My optimistic core sort of hopes this is the case, because it means that while the forces of good are marginalized and forced to argue in meaningless and petty terms in order to bring real evil to justice, at least they're being heard, however indirectly. The alternative—that honestly nobody cares about people spreading vile propaganda or condoning genocide—is too depressing to contemplate.
Oh, the wondrous things we learn from movies! One was that America is a crime-ridden monstrosity of a nation, thanks in no small part to our guns and our lack of socialized medicine. It was in a really popular documentary, so it must be true.
Q. In your Ebert & Roeper review of Michael Wilson's "Michael Moore Hates America," you [Ebert] blurted out an erroneous opinion, expressing your doubts about the film's claim that the Canadian crime rate is double the U.S. rate.
I checked with www.statcan.ca, listed as "the official source for Canadian social and economic statistics and products," and with the U.S. Department of Justice Bureau of Justice Statistics. The bottom line: These sites agree with Wilson's assertion that crime in Canada is much worse than in the USA.
James Elias, Highland Ranch, Colo.
A. Astonishing. For the year 2003, per 100,000 population, Canada had 8,530 crimes, and the U.S. 4,267. For crimes of violence, 958 vs. 523. For property crimes, 4,275 vs. 3,744. Michael Wilson, director of the film, tells me: "There was originally a comedic segment in the film that attributed this to the proliferation of Tim Horton's doughnut franchises, but I could not make it work."
Maybe Tim Horton's could start giving out free guns, like that bank in Flint?
I really gotta stop getting my juiciest news tidbits via Frank J.
One thing I've noticed from these last two or three years of being a news-hound is that there's simply so much data to process that the mental database rollups (as it were) occur way too frequently, purging items that happened way too recently, in favor of stuff that's even more recent.
And so, we've already forgotten some of the most gobsmacking moments of the months surrounding the tense few weeks of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Now we have people who are convinced that the whole Iraq war was for naught because the Iraqis "never wanted democracy anyway"; with Saddam's horrors slipping into memory already and spackled over with newer and flashier events like our election and Fallujah, we've forgotten the vindication that thrilled through the blogosphere a year and a half ago as we affirmed our commitment to that action, hard and gruelling though we knew it would be, and ultimately thankless at that.
Remember the "Human Shields" who went to Iraq, thinking they were doing the Iraqi people a service; and remember when they came home, shell-shocked, muttering "My God, what have we done?" after hearing to their dismay that the Iraqis wanted the invasion, and thought the "Human Shields" must have been on Saddam's payroll.
Remember Andrea vs. Mohammed, the infamous radio confrontation between a well-meaning peacenik and an Iraqi expat mocking her "simplistic Nickelodeon diplomacy".
Don't let these memes slip away into the bit-bucket of history. Lots of things have changed on the ground in Iraq since we went in last March; the moral muddle in which we find ourselves in the post-Abu-Ghraib, post-Saddam-capture, post-sovereignty-turnover, post-election, post-Fallujah world clouds our vision and makes doubters out of all of us. But we had better not let that render passé the fundamental rightness of what we undertook, or the necessity of seeing it through to the fruition to which we committed ourselves.
14:21 - Double-double with grilled onions and extra hippie
Yesterday morning I was driving up to Ukiah to pick up my folks for a shuttle maneuver to an early flight this morning. I stopped in for lunch at the In-N-Out Burger in Mill Valley, the one with no drive-thru and no outdoor seating, so a single diner is always forced to share a table with some other lone traveler who couldn't shoulder his way to the counter where people sit with their drinks and wait for their burgers to appear.
Next to me, on my left, was a young couple—college-age, it seemed. The guy was directly to my left, so I didn't get a good look at him beyond the baseball cap and hooded sweatshirt; the girl, diagonally across from me, had that skinny, pinched, stringy, beaded-hair sort of look that always seems to accompany a steely look in the eye and a torrent of truly bewildering words, the kind that no amount of research can prepare you for.
I guess they must have been co-workers or something, because they clearly knew each other well enough to be eating at In-N-Out, but they didn't know each other well enough to have discussed each other's political viewpoints yet. I was witness to the unfurling of two opposed positions entrenching themselves in increasingly raised voices over a couple of burgers.
The immediate subject was the prisoner shooting incident in Fallujah. The guy said that he had some friends who were over in Iraq, and he knew them—they wouldn't just kill someone out of hand for no reason. He said a good many other things, things that led me to believe that he's been paying a good deal of attention to news sources other than what's on broadcast TV at six: he said that in his opinion the mainstream media is unhelpfully biased against the war and actively harming our efforts by covering every possible negative angle like paparazzi. He even said that in war, there are some occasions where censorship is necessary in order to win.
She didn't like this at all. There's nothing that should ever be censored, she said. The news media "are all controlled by... America," she haltingly growled, as though she wanted to say something else instead of that final word. (The guy tried to interject questions about Reuters and Agence France Presse, but was interrupted.) In her opinion, the war is fundamentally unjust because "you don't fight a war to liberate a country, so that's a pile of sh-- right there." (I guess give me liberty or give me death was just a suicide note.) And she then told the guy that she'd been listening to an interview—where, she didn't say—in which the interviewee told of Westerners who had gone to Iraq to help reconstruct, and who were told harrowing tales of oppression and horror at the hands of the Americans, tales which they pleaded with the Westerners to take back with them and tell us. In particular, she related a lurid story (one of many, she said, that never show up in the hopelessly biased pro-war press) that went as follows:
An Iraqi family was on their way home from dinner after dark. On the highway between the city where they'd eaten and where they lived, they saw a pair of headlights approaching. They pulled over to give the approaching vehicle room; but suddenly it swerved, stopped, blocked the road, and a bunch of American soldiers jumped out of what was clearly a Humvee. They then without warning emptied their guns into the family's car, killing the father, the mother, wounding one of the kids (who escaped and crawled off the road and out of sight), and then proceeded to steal the father's wallet, the mother's jewelry, and the young daughter's earrings right out of her ears.
The guy to my left made some conciliatory noise like "Yeah, well... there will always be horror stories." Which, of course, made the girl triumphantly ski away on a tangent about how this proves we don't hear enough bad stories about what goes on in Iraq, and how we're told an overly rosy story about our actions there. It was at that point that I finished my burger and got up to leave; actually I wasn't quite done, either, but I wanted to get out of there before I jumped in myself to the guy's defense.
Why in the hell would American soldiers murder and rob an Iraqi family? What possible motive could they have? Iraqis aren't rich people; it makes no sense whatsoever to say that the soldiers in question would have accosted a passing family on their way back from the Baghdad Applebee's with the hope of committing some random murder and stealing a child's earrings. I mean, am I totally off-base here? Or does something smell funny about this story? I can only assume it was originally related by the kid (or whoever it was) who escaped; could he possibly not be telling a perfectly accurate account? Or is it possible that there are two sides to this story?
We all remember what happened with that incident about a year ago when the soldiers in the Bradley stopped a pickup truck and searched its passengers at a nearby bridge, with the result that one of them fell in and died, leading to a huge scandal that got the whole unit pretty heavily punished, as I recall. (It didn't just get hushed up.) And of course there's always Abu Ghraib for people who hunger for good dirt against our military to suck on. (I don't recall the Zionist-controlled media covering that one up, somehow.) It seems to me that for someone to believe unquestioningly this one-sided story, with no corroboration or indeed logical consistency, reveals an insatiable desire to believe only the worst about us and the best about anyone opposed to us, and an endemic lack of critical thinking. It's the same lack of logic that says Katherine Harris rigged the 2000 election by changing just enough voter registrations to make the election too close to call, rather than by making it one-sided enough not to be suspicious; it's the same lack of logic that says Diebold would set up its electronic voting machines for a clear Bush win by, uh, making it possible for an army of cloak-and-dagger hackers to physically break into every one of them across the country (especially in Ohio) and seed them with enough Bush votes to put him just ahead; it's the same lack of logic that says Bush "lied" about WMDs in Iraq by following the same intelligence that everyone else had in the 90s, and yet forgot to plant some WMDs for our soldiers to "find" after the invasion so as to retroactively justify it instead of subjecting himself to a carton of facial egg. I guess that really shouldn't surprise me these days, and it doesn't, frankly—it's just hard to hear it coming from across an aisle two feet away and not to be able to confront it. And to have to listen to it apparently being successful in browbeating the poor guy into submission.
Of course if incidents like this are actually happening, they're horrible and reprehensible; if they're happening with any frequency at all, and betray anything widespread about the things that motivate our soldiers in general, then it would vastly change my beliefs about said soldiers and their honor and the standards to which they're held. But so far I have no reason to believe that such a story, even if it existed only in rumor form, would not have made it to the headlines of the evening news within hours; or that there's any reason to believe these stories at all without any corroborating evidence to belie the logic under the accusation.
None of the charges the Left levels these days seems to hold up to Occam's Razor. As I've said a number of times here and in e-mail, my credo is that if a theory depends on a perpetrator of some misdeed being both an evil genius and an incompetent fool, then it's not a plausible theory—especially if the facts can equally well be explained by perfectly innocuous means. You get to pick either "evil" or "incompetent"—not both. Picking both just means your brain's going to be spinning in the mud until next Election Day.
So tell me... is there not something very much awry with the juxtaposition of this picture and this story?
Tears of laughter rolled down audience members’ cheeks as National Public Radio (NPR) superstar Garrison Keillor related humorous stories of childhood and provided insights on the election results at Rockefeller Memorial Chapel Wednesday at 8 p.m...
“I am a Democrat—it’s no secret. I am a museum-quality Democrat,” Keillor said. “Last night I spent my time crouched in a fetal position, rolling around and moaning in the dark.”
Not one to shy away from speaking his mind, Keillor proposed a solution to what he deemed a fundamental problem with U.S. elections. “I’m trying to organize support for a constitutional amendment to deny voting rights to born-again Christians,” Keillor smirked. “I feel if your citizenship is in Heaven—like a born again Christian’s is—you should give up your citizenship. Sorry, but this is my new cause. If born again Christians are allowed to vote in this country, then why not Canadians?”
I've got an idea: Try speaking in a mosque next, Garry, and calling for the disenfranchisement of Muslims. All in fairness, right?
This is one of the many vaguely creepy little things that keeps me from listening to NPR these days. It's like a postcard from Keilloria, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the Christians are unwelcome in their own places of worship.
As long as they demurely view themselves only as legitimate targets of ridicule, though, it's all good.
It's been my sense for a while now that the unmistakably pessimistic tone struck toward the Iraq war by the mainstream news outlets (the evening news, websites, etc) owes as much to the fact that it's simply more sensational and ratings-friendly to show bad news coming out of Iraq than good news. The fact that for a more accurate, more hopeful view of the situation has to be obtained by people reading military blogs and first-hand accounts from men and women on the ground certainly has a lot to do with the slant we've seen documented in the media, but it's also simply because the news organs are only showing us what they think we want to see. Their market research tells them that their audience—the part that trusts them more—is the part that's naturally more amenable to their particular bias, and so they're just playing to the audience's expectations.
But if that's the case, what must it take for these news organs to start showing good news? Well, it would have to be some event that places good news into the "what the audience wants to hear" category. I think the media wants to start showing some more positive coverage; they're just kind of trapped by their ratings and market share numbers, and much like gas stations competing across an intersection, no individual player is going to be the first to intentionally sabotage its own market share by breaking from the lockstep. A gas station might lower its prices suddenly, and gain more customers than the guys across the street, but it might not be enough to offset the cost of the price drop. It's a gamble, and nobody wants to be the first to blink.
But I just heard on the radio that NBC is going to be showing a special called "Online in Iraq" (I didn't catch when exactly), billed as a look at the real story of what's going on there, through the eyes of the soldiers—and not filtered by the "mainstream media". (Yes, they actually used that term, and they leaned on it like they were saying "The Dark Lord" or something: Most people only know about what's going on in Iraq through the MAINSTREAM MEDIA. [ominous chords]) They played sound effects of modems connecting, and seemed to be suggesting that they'd be doing an exposé on military blogs and how different their view of the situation is from what's been relentlessly shown every evening by the talking heads.
Have we reached the breaking point, then? Has it come time for the news media to decide that it's in their interest after all to show an optimistic view of Iraq? If so, this is a really gutsy thing for NBC to do—it's deliberately pointing the finger of blame for dishonest reporting at the mainstream media (of which it, of course, is a part), and making a statement that the coverage of Iraq has been wrong all along. I can only imagine, if it's successful in pulling in the ratings, that the other networks will follow suit.
What's caused this sudden break, then? I wonder if maybe it's the Fallujah offensive. Suddenly we're engaged in a real, live shooting war again, one where the enemy is unmistakably evil—not even a tragic figure like Saddam's conscript army, against whom nobody really felt a great sense of honor in rooting. We knew those poor guys would get mowed down, and many of them didn't deserve it—Saddam had forced them to stand and die against their will—and our troops probably felt terrible pangs of guilt in driving through them. But now, in Fallujah—it's different. The bad guys are terrorists, pure and simple; they're the guys who have been kidnapping Westerners and other people who are in Iraq merely to help rebuild, then videotaping themselves beheading these poor hostages and broadcasting these gruesome images far and wide for all to see. It takes a Michael Moore not to see these people for the vermin they are, or to hold them up as some kind of honorable victims, much less as patriotic heroes fighting for Iraq's interests. Most Americans know better, and I think maybe the MSM is starting to feel it as well.
It's time for a little payback, and time for a little justified chest-pounding. Perhaps, too, the media—or at least NBC—realize that it's time to start showing an alternate side of the situation, one that will let us feel good about what we're doing in Iraq for a change.
This is truly an accomplishment: Kid Radd. An online pseudo-animated sprite comic (or is it "animated pseudo-sprite comic"?) that seems to have just finished its story recently and been archived for complete perusal from start to end.
It's like The Matrix for 8-bit game geeks... The Matrix except with more humor, a much better and more comprehensible plot, more genuine emotion, and no Keanu Reeves. What's not to like?
In much seriousness, this is astonishingly good. Make sure you've got a few hours to kill with extreme prejudice.
Mike at Cold Fury has put digital pen to virtual paper and come up with the perfect Total Perspective Vortex rant that I'd love to show to certain people if only I didn't care about them hating me afterwards. (Hell, I might anyway.)
Yep, it’s all true, every bit of it; the New Gulags, which we Nazified Tolkien geeks like to refer to as Barad Ashcroft, or just Shrubthanc, have been under construction since early 2001 and are almost ready to open for business. The ultra-right-wing corporate media establishment has known all along, and have been helping us cover it all up, and now it’s too late; there’s nothing you can do to stop us. You all are going to be fed into the ovens by the millions, and we’re going to destroy the environment and nuke the Third World, and it’s all going to be done because Jesus told us to, and that’s the only reason we’re ever going to need. Because hey, we’re stupid.
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Suha Arafat
Is there any man, woman, or child left in America who hasn't already been bombarded with enough of these to recognize what they are? Isn't there some point where the scammers will start to see diminishing returns and knock it off?
Or maybe someone's just doing a very subtle parody.
Apparently the stink over Diebold voting system software is making a new set of rounds. I had an e-mail forwarded to me with a request for a voice-of-reason commentary from a technical perspective; the problem is that I don't know my facts well enough to be sure my response held water.
Diebold Source Code!!! --by ouranos (dailykos.com) "Dr. Avi Rubin is currently Professor of Computer Science at John Hopkins University. He 'accidentally' got his hands on a copy of the Diebold software program--Diebold's source code--which runs their e-voting machines. Dr. Rubin's students pored over 48,609 lines of code that make up this software. One line in particular stood out over all the rest: #defineDESKEY((des_KEY8F2654hd4" All commercial programs have provisions to be encrypted so as to protect them from having their contents read or changed by anyone not having the key... The line that staggered the Hopkins team was that the method used to encrypt the Diebold machines was a method called Digital Encryption Standard (DES), a code that was broken in 1997 and is NO LONGER USED by anyone to secure programs. F2654hd4 was the key to the encryption. Moreover, because the KEY was IN the source code, all Diebold machines would respond to the same key. Unlock one, you have them ALL unlocked. I can't believe there is a person alive who wouldn't understand the reason this was allowed to happen. This wasn't a mistake by any stretch of the imagination."
That site (legitgov.org) is quite an eye-popper. (Check it out and see... whoof.) That in itself makes one wonder, as does the fact that I couldn't find this topic as a front-page post in any of the past three days at DailyKos.com; but we're talking about the specific charge here of the DES encryption being intentionally crippled. So here's my response that I sent:
Apparently the "F2654hd4" thing is legit. There has been commentary on this for a while now, dating back to at least February of this year.
One has to look, though, at what exactly the risks are that are involved with this code. What we're talking about is, essentially, broken encryption. A malicious outsider, in order to change voting results, would have to simultaneously gain control of all the voting machines in the country-- note, by the way, that these are not networked or available via the Internet or anything-- and install some kind of output-modifying Trojan.
I appeal once more to Occam's Razor: if someone were so nefarious as to hijack all these voting machines (which are hardly used in a large portion of the US-- their deployment is still quite limited, and mostly in urban areas that turned out blue anyway), why would they allow voting to be so close? What good is an evil genius plan to subvert technology if it's no more effective than a lurid headline on Election Eve?
The main reason I have a hard time taking any of this stuff seriously is that the final popular vote turned out to pretty closely reflect the pre-election polls, or actually to be rather closer than most (which showed a pretty consistent Bush lead by 4-5%). If there were a huge discrepancy, or a reversal in outcome from the polls to the election, then it would be suspicious. But if the election is one data point, the polls are a whole bunch more, and they all would seem to agree. To suggest that the election results were wrong is to suggest that the polls were also similarly wrong, and necessarily for quite different reasons. To suggest that the tampering occurred in Ohio suggests that whoever did the tampering knew beforehand that Ohio would be the deciding state, just as with Florida in 2000. Too much implausibility.
Now, you'll get no argument from me that voting machines are a big risk to the very core of our democracy. Any security expert would be horrified at the very *concept* of voting machines, simply because they have no paper trail, no way for the voter to audit them. At my polling place, they activated a card with my voter ID on it, which I stuck into the machine to start the process; when it was done, it told me it had written out the data to the machine's internal hard drive and to internal paper tape. But how do I know what it's written? It's not like I have a punch-card in my hand where I can line up the holes and tell what number I punched out, or a box with a #2 pencil X in it next to the name of my guy. It's all faith with these machines: faith that the names I voted for are the ones that are eventually, after many transformations of physical media and data transmission and encoding, reported to the registrar. There is no assurance of this. None.
However, suppose you're in the shoes of a voter action group after 2000, incensed over hanging chads and the impression that human interaction-- biased or incompetent election officials-- presented an unfair risk to your PAPER ballots, by inadvertently "losing" them, leaving boxes of them in trunks of cars, outright making up numbers for the final tally, et cetera. What kind of voting-machine reform are you going to push for? A return to *more* dependence on paper and human interaction, like in the good old days? Or would you want to latest and greatest cutting-edge technology, one that's seen as a closed black box that humans can't tamper with?
It's that latter impulse that has ended up rushing machines like the Sequoia/Diebold ones onto the market before they'd been properly subjected to auditing. It's possible that the DES flaw shown in the code is the result of just some sloppy programmer's coding, putting in a hard-wired key so that early development testing would work, and then later forgetting to take it out. I know I've done stuff like that in my own code, especially when I'm on a deadline.
But let's be clear about this: the risk of voting machines is in their insidiously reassuring black-box nature. They *seem* like they're immune to human interaction, when in fact they could be little more than interactive Flash games that report nothing at all to anybody, while assuring voters that they voted. It's a far more complex charge to level, and far, far less likely, that there was any kind of malicious tampering that leveraged a flaw in the encryption algorithm to oh-so-subtly tweak the numbers in certain districts so that the results, uh, turned out all over the map, resulting in a very nearly half-and-half split outcome. Again: if you have to assume that the perpetrator is both an evil genius and an incompetent fool, it's not a plausible theory, especially if the results can be explained equally well by NO malfeasance on anybody's part.
I don't like the idea of electronic voting machines becoming the norm in our elections. It reduces accountability and verifiability to an unacceptable degree, for a much less (I think) important increase in convenience for the vote-counters assuming all works correctly. But if they're going to be adopted whether we like it or not, then they MUST be subject to source auditing at the public level. I think that's probably coming in the next few years; certainly the outcries I'm seeing seem to demand it. In the meantime, we have to remember that the results, to be frank, seem to reflect everybody's expected outcome more than any evidence of tampering.
Let's focus on getting these things right so we don't have to go through this again the next time around.
Now, I don't know enough about DES to know how seriously to take these claims. I was quite surprised to see terms being thrown around like "F2654hd4 was the key to the encryption", which sounded incredibly bogus to me; but I googled it and found six pages of scholarly papers on DES and security breakage, many focusing on voting machine software, presumably this same problem. Apparently it's been floating around for some time now, but Snopes has nothing on it.
So what I'm wondering is, what kind of official statements have been made about this, from Diebold or anyone else up the responsibility chain? What's the current analysis from the security-nerd community? Is there any evidence of any kind of preplanned plot to subvert the electoral process inherent in this, or is it a red herring that causes us to lose sight of the real gotchas of dependence on electronic voting? The above Occam's-Razor arguments for skepticism aside, what's the response to this development?
It's best we get this question out into the open, if purely in the interest of pushing for whatever kind of accountability in electronic voting can be gleaned.
UPDATE: Here's the original analysis of the code, from last June, by Avi Rubin et al. Whatever the implications, it seems this has been under discussion for some time. As this guy says, "One thing I’m still not clear about: Are these polling machines actually getting used yet?" If it's the one I voted on, I guess; but I know that those machines were connected to each other only by a daisy-chained power cord. No UTP cable. These things weren't on the Internet, that much is for damn sure.
I'd never heard anything about Alberto Gonzales, Bush's new nominee for John Ashcroft's Attorney General spot; it's a name that's escaped my attention this whole time. So who is he? Is he worse than Ashcroft, as one might be forgiven for suspecting? Are we on the verge of the Age of the Jackboots?
Well, if this gloomy analysis of his positions by social-conservative NRO editor Ramesh Ponnuru, posted last year when Gonzales was being scoped out for a potential Supreme Court appointment, is any indication, no:
Gonzales opponents say there are two strikes against him. The first is that he weakened the administration's brief to the Supreme Court in the University of Michigan racial-preference cases. Solicitor General Ted Olson wanted the administration to say that the use of racial preferences to achieve diversity is constitutionally impermissible. Gonzales overruled him.
The second strike is Gonzales's record on abortion as a justice of the Texas supreme court. The state had passed a law requiring parents to be notified before a minor could get an abortion. That law, like most parental-notification laws, allowed judges to waive the requirement if observing it could be expected to lead to the abuse of the girl in question. In its first cases dealing with the law, the court read this judicial-bypass provision broadly — so broadly that one dissenter furiously charged that the law had been gutted.
. . .
So far, the White House campaign for Gonzales has found few takers among social conservatives or legal conservatives generally. Some of the former are regularly discussing what to do if Bush nominates Gonzales.
Sounds like a fairly permissive, secular left-centrist to me. How'd he ever get to be legal counsel to Bible-thumping arch-conservative Bush?
UPDATE: Of course, this is likely to come up in the confirmation hearings, ya think?
The White House was undeterred. By Jan. 25, 2002, according to a memo obtained by NEWSWEEK, it was clear that Bush had already decided that the Geneva Conventions did not apply at all, either to the Taliban or Al Qaeda. In the memo, which was written to Bush by Gonzales, the White House legal counsel told the president that Powell had "requested that you reconsider that decision." Gonzales then laid out startlingly broad arguments that anticipated any objections to the conduct of U.S. soldiers or CIA interrogators in the future. "As you have said, the war against terrorism is a new kind of war," Gonzales wrote to Bush. "The nature of the new war places a —high premium on other factors, such as the ability to quickly obtain information from captured terrorists and their sponsors in order to avoid further atrocities against American civilians." Gonzales concluded in stark terms: "In my judgment, this new paradigm renders obsolete Geneva's strict limitations on questioning of enemy prisoners and renders quaint some of its provisions."
Other places where I've found this memo quoted seem to leave out the preamble explaining how the nature of war has changed, and paint Gonzales as a federal-law-circumventing schemer of Ashcroft's projected mold. A case could be made defending what he said in these memos, and I'm sure he'll defend them quite eloquently himself when the time comes. But I guess this won't be such a "peace offering" to the Left as I'd hoped.
This is kinda interesting. I stuck the electoral vote figures for the fifty states into Excel and did two pie charts: one showing how the relative influences of the states break down if judged purely by population, and another showing what happens (particularly to the smallest slices) once the ratios are adjusted by adding the two Senate seats to each of the states' House seats to come up with the electoral total.
It's like a golfer's handicap: raising the floor a little so everyone is just a little closer to even. Not much. But probably as much as it should be.
Is anyone else getting this new spam from "GWB@whitehouse.gov"? The one that starts out like this?
From: GWB@whitehouse.gov Subject: How I stole your election (ha ha ha ha!!!) Date: November 9, 2004 10:50:25 AM PST Reply-To: GWB@whitehouse.gov
How I Stole Your Election by George W. Bush
The first thing I did to steal your election was to make friends with ALL the manufacturers and code-verifyers of the Electronic Voting Machines. They were really nice, especially Diebold who gave me $600,000 for my campaign. Wow, thanks dude!
http://nuclearfree.lynx.co.nz/stealing.htm
Next, I had my attack dog, Karl Rove, convince these companies to either alter the vote totals on the central tabulator machines (simple PCs running windows using Remote Access Server -- RAS), or reprogram (via a downloadable software patch) the voting machines themselves so that they would give the advantage to ME! Isn't America great?!? A little money and some religious zealotry goes a looooong, loooong way. Oh, the religious zealotry thing? That's just a cover. I'm not really a Christian -- or at least I don't act like one. Anyway, I digress.
(I'd link to the whole thing if I could find a copy online, but as yet it appears only to exist in the evanescent medium of e-mail. And on some Comcast virtual-IP machine identifying itself through HELO as "whitehouse756.com", though that's just a rotating identifier that doesn't resolve to anything.)
The silliest thing about this prank is that its perpetrator, now that there isn't an election that he thinks he can influence coming up, is relinquishing all attempts to actually say anything that might change anyone's mind. If Democrats receive this spam, they'll agree with it; and if Republicans receive it, they'll interpret it as yet another excellent demonstration of their opponents' irrationality. I guess maybe the author thinks there's some nonzero chance of getting Bush impeached over something or other if he can make enough people mad enough, but really, how do you top this? I think "mad enough" is a term that gets diluted more with every passing day.
I don't suppose a little study of history would be out of line at this time.
Every few minutes lately, it seems, I stumble across someone's latest righteous screed crafted to take down all the shrieking post-election bitterness from the "we'll secede until ours is the only viewpoint left" crowd. Every time I see one I like, I ponder forwarding it on to the correspondent I keep mentioning. Every time, it seems like I have a candidate for a convincingly argued article written from the perspective of someone a Leftist would find sympathetic: youngish, hip, rich in vocabulary yet salty in language, pop-culture-savvy, pro-choice, pro-environment, pro-gay-marriage, non-religious, and free of any other disqualifying elements that would get him or her immediately rejected from consideration by the recipient's Right-Thinkingness filter. Every time, though, I think better of it, because I strongly suspect he's not reading the links I've been sending him or trying, in spite of my pleading for him to do so, to picture the world from a perspective other than his own. (I don't understand that reluctance in someone who spends his time writing first-person fiction stories.) I figure it's best, by this stage, to just let well enough alone, and hope that time and the cooling of tensions prevail.
(And also because I know by now that no matter how Right-Thinking a writer I find to recommend, there's going to be some miniscule but deal-breaking flaw that gets the writer tossed summarily into the bit-bucket with a sneer. I heard a telltale catch in his throat when he recited his pledge of support for gay marriage! Away with him!)
But this piece by Dean Esmay, an open letter in response to an article by John Perry Barlow of the Grateful Dead, is going to present my sorest temptation yet to forward it on. It's as hard as with anybody to tar him as a "typical Republican", as he assures us he is not—rather, a member of that demographic that's way bigger than the Sneering-American community wants to accept: independents and lifelong Democrats who swallowed their misgivings and voted for Bush. And the piece is long, comprehensive, and cathartic: hard to argue with, at least for me, because it fits the way I feel to a T.
But I won't. I'll be strong. I won't forward it on, because I know by now that one of those disqualifying elements in any writer's profile, one of those things that no matter how intricately it's detailed or how exhaustively it's defended, automatically equates the writer with the greatest monsters of history: being pro-war. Such a position, after all, means the person is willingly "aiding and abetting a war criminal", and thus deserves no fair hearing. A pox on thee! Listen to your thoughts on stem-cell research or taxes? Utterly absurd!
It's heartbreaking, but some people really just don't want to be argued with. I guess I'll have to accept that and, y'know, move on.
Well, I guess the Great Unmasking and the debate that ensued are now over, and unexpectedly amicably at that. I'm quite pleased by that alone. My correspondent and I have evidently called a draw to the bulk of the discussion while it was still civil, and though I stated that my hope for its conclusion would be for us both to agree that I'm not evil for holding my views, and he's not irrational for holding his, I'm not entirely convinced that it's turned out that way. I think it's equally likely that he's backed off from responding to my methodical and calm demolitions of his claims that the 200 election was "stolen" and that the Bush tax cuts were "unfair" and that the Baghdad Thanksgiving stunt was a "photo-op" (and outside of those, and outside of the war, ther's really not that much to talk about) convinced that I'm inscrutably speaking in tongues, as that I've actually successfully convinced him of anything. His plea of "I could respond to all you've said, but it would take upwards of three hours and I don't think I have the energy to do it" can certainly be taken either way, but "Thanks for your insights; I'm now more sure than ever of the correctness of my evaluation of the situation" can't.
In his final missive on the subject, he sent me a few thought experiments, among which was: "Suppose that at some point in the future, it's empirically proved that a benevolent dictatorship is the best form of government for humanity. Suppose a country with such a system were to invade America, to impose that system on us. Would you welcome them?" I refrained from answering simply because I was just as glad to see the conversation come to an end without bloodshed, but I would have said something like: "Of course a benevolent dictatorship is the best form of government. The only problem is, such a thing doesn't exist. It can't. Any autocratic government will inevitably centralize too much power and become abusive of it. That is why America was founded with this novel idea not only of democracy, but of limited government—only vouchsafing to the government the barest minimum of power we can spare to it so it can do its essential job and no more. Our system is an acknowledgment that such human systems as we have are imperfect, and so we choose the least damaging possible solution, the one where the potential for abuse is minimized." (For it seems to me that whereas the Republican model of government is that it should be "as small as possible, mitigated by the needs of the people to have certain services performed", the Democratic one is that the government should be "as large as it has to be, mitigated by the desires of the people to want to keep it small"). And since he's trying to corner me into admitting something inherently unethical about the Iraq invasion, I find that it's necessarily placed him in a curious position: arguing against democracy. Not only that democracy isn't self-evidently (to him) the best system ever yet produced on Earth, but that imposing democracy on a people—imposing choice, the choice to have whatever form of government they desire, including (if they wish) a new dictatorship—is the worst kind of intolerant imperialism. I really don't know what to make of that; if he won't defend democracy, then what common ground do we have? It's as though his party was named after someone named Harry Democrat, and its resemblance to a political system of the same name is purely coincidental.
(One other thing he sent was this, to which I replied simply that I have no problem acknowledging the contributions to society that the Democrats have made. It's just that today, the party looks like an aging starlet: once gorgeous, but now reduced to screaming toothless at the wall.)
I eventually decided that maybe, if he's actually interested in seeing if there's something to this whole "it's possible for people on both sides of the political aisle to have something valuable to say" thesis of mine, he might enjoy reading a particularly opportune column by the person whose missive in the same space back in mid-December 2001 caused me to start blogging in the first place, and to start my slow trek away from the land of the Good Progressive World-Saving Liberals and the Evil Scary Backward Conservatives. (Might prolonged exposure to it have the same effect on him? It's worth a try!) So I sent him the link, entreating him to read it, and if he didn't like it, at least shelve it and move on to the rest of the site—surely we can all get behind a little healthy mockery of vomitous photographs of foodstuffs and 70s home furnishings. I hoped he'd enjoy the urbane vocabulary and appeals to the same highbrow pop-culture analysis that he himself weaves into his own dialogue; but in particular I had in mind this selection:
Finally, post-election thoughts. On and on, no resolution. This graphic has been floating around here and there. (Doesn’t come from the German paper in the link.) If the Democrats ever wish to become the majority party again, they should run this graphic past their strategists, ask them what they think, and fire anyone who says “well, we need to learn how to reconnect with Jesusland, obviously.” I’ll give you one boring example: additional federal funding of stem-cell research. I don’t support it. But I do not favor a ban on private funding. I think it’s one of those morally gray areas, and perhaps we had best not force people to pay money for this sort of thing. Ah, but I’m opposed to defense spending, can I withhold my taxes? No, you can’t. Defense is one of the obligations of the government. You could argue that the government is obligated to fund any sort of medical research because it provides for the general welfare, but you could say the same thing about subsidized cable TV rates. You could say that about anything. Hence it’s one of those things I prefer to leave to the private sector.
So I’m not particularly impressed when someone concludes that this stance, as well as a few other “moral issues,” results from my habit of handling snakes on Sunday morning. Nuance, people. Nuance. Let’s look at another example: let us postulate that objection to the gay marriage isn’t based in “homophobia,” but an unwillingness to redefine a long-standing institution. At least without a vote. There are two possible responses:
1. Gay-basher! Bigot!
2. Hmm. Really? Interesting; can't quite agree, but go on.
If the Democrats want to get back in power, they’ll be wise to choose option two. I’m a live & let-live sort of guy when it comes to this; I’m in favor of civil partnerships, legal protection in the workplace, hospital visitation rights, societal-wide acceptance of the utterly NO DUH notion that gay relationships have the same essential emotional qualities of straight relationships. I support gay adoption - unless there’s a M/F couple in line, in which they should get preference. That has nothing to do with sexual identity or heterosexual chauvinism. I think a kid does best growing up exposed on an elemental level to both male and female characteristics; does that make me a raging bigot? Can we not even talk about that?
And the response from my correspondent:
Amusing. His premises and conclusions regarding the stem-cell stuff, gay marriage, and so forth are utterly absurd, but they are amusing. I *did* rather like the "God-fearing freedom eggs."
Short form: Straight marriage is the only kind because "we've always done it this way." Stem-cell research "shouldn't be paid for by the government because some people think it's wrong." Orphaned children should go to heterosexual parents first, regardless of other factors (apparently), because "it's the right thing to expose them to."
Common sense, or In the name of God, Montressor, don't make me have a new thought in my head or make progress in the evolution of humankind!
Yeah. After we've all evolved past the need for gender dimorphism, we'll all look back on this and laugh our undifferentiated asses off, huh?
Seriously: a whole litany of concessions, pledges of unwavering support for anything and everything gay; and then at the end of the paragraph, Lileks hesitates at one of the larger questions of this unexamined headlong lunge over what would seem a completely reasonable point of contention, and suddenly his position is "utterly absurd". And this in the face of a lengthy and compelling plea not to react thus and why. But I guess I see what the score is: It's either 100% commitment, 0% defensiveness, or you're a screeching reactionary; you'd better not put up even 10% of a fight, unless you want to be first up against the wall when the revolution comes.
Who is it that's the open-minded one here, again? I forget.
It really boggles the mind, and it leaves me thinking that I'd really better not pursue this line of communication any further. It's not going to do either of us any good, I don't think.
But I suppose there's still a chance that my correspondent will get a few chuckles over "Bleached, washed, plucked Scalp of Klingon."
How "purple" is the country? Pretty damn purple, it seems. And pretty strange-looking.
Of course, this kind of skew is intended to give a visual representation of the election results as reflected by population, and as such it's a whole lot more sympathetic to the Democrats than other maps, especially the standard old red/blue undistorted state map. But, just as with any kind of cartography, any kind of visual representation is a distortion—you just have to figure out what kind of projection gives the least misleading results.
As best I understand it, the point of the electoral college is to make the election depend not so much on population, but on geographical regions' collective wills, regardless of how populous those regions are. Just as the Senate overstates the importance of sparsely populated states by giving each one two Senators, the House—whose representation is wholly population-based—overstates the impact of populous regions with respect to rural areas. Advocates of a pure popular-vote system would seem to have the interest of fundamental democracy at heart, but there's more to representation than the number of votes a state can cast: there's also the desire to give a farming town of 1,000 a voice that can be heard amid the clamor of cities of millions. So rural areas' importance has to be overstated beyond their raw population numbers.
Hence the electoral college, which gives each state a "weight" based mostly on population, but not quite—the number of Senators and Representatives for each state added together. Some states' importance is barely affected by this (California, New York); others' is as much as doubled (Wyoming, Alaska).
So cartograms like the ones presented at this site are useful, but they're not actually the most accurate representation of electoral will, from the perspective of someone trying to advocate for the overrepresentation of rural areas in the same way that the Senate aims to balance the influence of the House. At one extreme of the axis of interpretation is to show each state according to its population or its electoral vote count, as these cartograms do; at the other extreme is to use the flat geographic map we're all used to. The reality of the nation's will, as designed to be represented by the architects of the electoral college, is somewhere in the middle.
Via James A., writing from Australia, who says:
I'm still seeing similarities between Bush's win and Howard's win a month before. Howard's win was put down to his promise/scare campaign to keep interest rates lower than they would be under Labor, which won him the outer-suburban new homeowner vote, while Labor campaigned on a bunch of "values" issues, including betraying the timber workers union in Tasmania (Labor being the traditional party of the workers and unions) which lost the party two seats in that state alone, but did cement its hold of the inner-cities. However, the "middle australia is stupid" meme didn't get much play here, unlike in the US, which implies the US Dems are not going to be electorally competetive for some time.
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The long-awaited premiere of "Squidbillies" turned out to be (as I expected) a weird-ass joke, realized with invocations of Space Ghost, the ATHF crew, and assorted other products of a fevered imagination festering in the bloodbath that the "frank discussion" became. And then there was "Super Milk Chan", which nobody seems willing to take responsibility for, and "Tom Goes to the Mayor" next week, though somehow I'll be very surprised if anything occurs according to published plan.
Some weeks the Adult Swim guys play us like severely detuned violins; other weeks they give us stuff like "Stroker & Hoop" and make us wonder what sense of humor is actually present in this curious gang.
Oh, and did anyone notice, in the WingDings-font credits for the show they showed in the "Squidbillies" slot, in the first block of incomprehensible text there was a string of four symbols: the "No" circle-slash, a G, a lowercase omega, and a B. "No GWB".
By the way: the Great Unmasking continues apace; I'm in the process of trying to prove, through demonstrated command of researched facts, that it's in fact physically possible for a person to have a rational and explicable reason to vote for Bush. The guy I'm talking to still can't see such evidence, despite quite a few painstakingly constructed e-mails back and forth. My method of attack right now, rather than tackling such massive tasks as debunking the "racist Republicans" meme (which will easily flower into weeks of increasingly angry link-studded rants, I'm sure), is to appeal to my correspondent's much-vaunted "open mind" and challenge him to put himself into the shoes of a Republican, just to see what it's like, to imagine what the world looks like from the perspective of, say, a landlord rather than a tenant, a corporate executive rather than an employee, a long-married heterosexual rather than a lovelorn gay guy, a second-generation legal immigrant rather than a first-generation illegal, a President who must decide how best to defend his country against a world that has physically declared its hostile intentions. I want to see if there's a way to get him to see his own fuming dismissal of Middle America as something negative, which he's as yet refused to acknowledge—while at the same time claiming that any cases I point out of liberals being contemptuous of people in Red States are simply isolated "sound bites", and that any impression I have that liberals look down their noses at the rest of the country is "conservative propaganda" that I've lamentably "bought into". It's really quite surreal: "How dare you accuse liberals of being intellectual elitists? That's like something one of those idiots in those stupid hick states would say!"
(This is all pretty abstract without running documentation, I'm sure—this progress report is more for my own benefit than public consumption, so please bear with me and ignore this one if you wish.)
If I have to, I'll simply grab up a couple of links via Cold Fury: this one, and this one. I'll ask the guy to please read them both, and then tell me which author seems more reasonable, more worth listening to.
One response means there's hope. Another means there is none.
You know, sometimes I think maybe it's just as well that I'm still getting Newsweek; this week, for example, the big honkin' cover story, an exposé on both campaigns behind the scenes, is an utterly fascinating read. And it pulls few punches, too:
The morning after the Feb. 3 primaries, which vaulted Kerry into a virtually insurmountable lead, the candidate was fuming over his missing hairbrush. He and his aides were riding in a van on the way to a Time magazine cover-photo shoot. Nicholson had left the hairbrush behind. “Sir, I don’t have it,” he said, after rummaging in the bags. “Marvin, f—-!” Kerry said. The press secretary, David Wade, offered his brush. “I’m not using Wade’s brush,” the long-faced senator pouted. “Marvin, f—-, it’s my Time photo shoot.”
Nicholson was having a bad day. Breakfast had been late and rushed and not quite right for the senator. In the van, Kerry was working his cell phone and heard the beep signaling that the phone was running out of juice. “Marvin, charger,” he said without turning around. “Sorry, I don’t have it,” said Nicholson, who was sitting in the rear of the van. Now Kerry turned around. “I’m running this campaign myself,” he said, looking at Nicholson and the other aides. “I get myself breakfast. I get myself hairbrushes. I get myself my cell-phone charger. It’s pretty amazing.” In silent frustration, Nicholson helplessly punched the car seat.
Many have been the jokes about Kerry abusing poor Jeeves on the campaign trail; little did we imagine, though, just how true to life those little jibes actually were. Kinda sucks all the humor out of it, doesn't it?
And this article in the same issue, about the Swift Vets and their attack, and the devastating effect it had within the campaign itself (even if not in the public eye), makes scant attempt to sugar-coat anything. Nor do the articles looking into the Bush/Cheney campaign with just as much of a shadow-piercing eye. It's exhaustive and riveting narrative journalism, this issue, cover to cover. It's almost as though Newsweek is attempting to do some penance, to make up for its knowingly, admittedly biased coverage before the election was over. More power to them, I guess; its good to see they've got a conscience after all. I just find it creepy to imagine what must have been going through their minds as they so baldly promoted a guy that even they could apparently see at the time was so very loathsome.
This sure doesn't look like the second day of Armageddon to me.
Word is that Arafat is dead (I sure hope his last conscious sight was Fox News reporting that Bush had won), and now apparently John Ashcroft is resigning. So much for the election being taken as a mandate for Bush to tighten his totalitarian grip on our civil liberties, huh? (Of course maybe he'll find someone even worse to replace him with...)
Heh. This is the funniest Boondocks I've seen in forever.
See? See? I knew he could do it! I knew he had it in him to generate a real, honest laugh.
Maybe he should take note of what it is that makes it funny, too: self-deprecation and a lack of partisanship. Huh: y'know, those are qualities that a lot of much better comics share.
A DEMOCRATIC FRIEND OF MINE JUST GOT A PHONE CALL from a Republican she doesn't speak to that often, allegedly to "say hi" but transparently to gloat. This is my plea to Bush voters to give peace a chance. If we have any chance of ending the sniping and bitterness that characterise the current political scene, it's going to start with Republicans being gracious winners. If you have to indulge your schadenfreude, do it silently by lurking on Democratic websites and reading hair-tearing left-wing editorials, not by alienating people with whom we'd like to eventually build a better America.
And how.
It's easy to be magnanimous in victory, true. But it's also a moral imperative.
I've been studiously avoiding striking up conversations with any friends or acquaintances who I know are deeply distraught about the election results. If they initiate a conversation with me, I'll be happy to talk, but even then—unless they're really revolting in their demeanor—I won't bring up politics. Like the guy I wrote about in this post: even though he sent out a grotesque "Obituary for the United States of America: Dead at 228" e-mail to his personal announcement list (which I'm on), and even though I'm taking this opportunity to enact the Great Unmasking, I'm doing it with the intent of keeping the bridges of communication structurally sound, not slashing his chest open with a swish and a swash of my rhetorical snickersnee. I have no interest in making fresh enemies, and while I can see the impulses that would force someone to do so after a humiliating defeat, to do it from the winner's seat seems unutterably low.
So I won't. Instead, I'm going to wait for his next e-mail where he'll flood me with another 30K of rambling prose in which he expresses shock at my revealing my true form, insistence upon keeping an open mind to other points of view, clever and intricate metaphors and references to musical theater and noir films and oddball stand-up comedians which circulate around some elusive point, and random sideswipes at previously unmentioned targets like Mel Gibson or H&R Block. And then I'll slowly start building up from my own terse, two-sentence communiqués and offers of links like this one to start putting things into my own, demonstrated non-confrontational words.
I'll start by pointing out that I voted for Gore in 2000, and was peeved (but only mildly) when he lost; I viewed the recounts as a waste of time, because I really didn't care, to be honest—the election that year was fought on the basis of dreadfully boring matters like health care and Social Security and environmental policies, and I just couldn't get interested. Yet for that first year I remained as I had through high school and college: fiercely, internally murderously liberal, entertaining all kinds of wild fantasies and pseudo-intellectual ramblings in which I eviscerated the religious, the business-centric, the environmentally unsound, the anti-"progressive" impulses I sought so hard and with such media-fueled certainty to see in everyone around me, even though they really didn't exist outside of movies and books. I just never seemed to notice, and school provided little counterexample.
But then 9/11 happened, and for a time—a couple of months—I was firmly in a camp Michael Moore would have found homelike, though I'd not yet heard of him: I resented that urban population centers had been hit, not places like the Deep South where the Islamists' true ideological rivals really lay. While I genuinely wanted us to go kick some ass in retaliation, the "Why do they hate us?" mentality held me in thrall. I fumed, I stewed. But then, and the glibness of this admission embarrasses me, but it's true: hungry, perhaps, for some small validation of the swirling patriotism I felt around me and in which I wanted defensively to take some active part, I started reading the opinions of the people I'd always considered so "evil", the ones who get literature with elephants on it instead of donkeys. And much to my shock I found that it was nothing like what I'd expected. It wasn't hateful. It wasn't lowbrow. It wasn't homophobic. It wasn't racist. It wasn't disdainful of the less fortunate. It wasn't even so religious as to be insipid. The only thing it had that I did expect was a greater tendency than I'd been used to to treat the American flag as something more than a symbol of ironic satire; when these people started to rhapsodize about the tenets for which it stood, and quoted idealists throughout history and events that supported them, they meant it. Suddenly, all those flags on people's bumpers and hanging from overpasses in those confused months started to make sense. And my mind, up till then torn precariously between wanting to believe those flags had been posted by good, decent, intelligent folks, and wallowing in guilty bile over how 9/11 had struck so unfairly against so many people who didn't deserve it—well, it all began to coalesce. Suddenly history stopped telling a story and started being coherent. Suddenly I understood the motives of the people who would vote according to how it affected their pocketbook or their family's safety. Suddenly self-defense and the right to bear arms became sensible, even crucial things. Suddenly all those outdated, retrograde opinions that I'd dismissed so readily in the past stood up and waved their unique stories at me, and I realized for the first time that history didn't begin with my birth, that people older and wiser than me had shaped the world I lived in, and that maybe I didn't have all the answers myself.
(And in none of my colloquy with right-wing writers have I ever encountered anyone fantasizing about murdering the opposition en masse, which is more than I can say for this acquaintance of mine.)
There's been no "climate of fear" in this country; only dire warnings of what would become of us under a second Bush term. There have been no knocks in the night. Our e-mails aren't being intercepted, our phone calls aren't being bugged. People are free to protest by the hundreds of thousands in our largest cities, and they have to actually start breaking windows and vandalizing cars before the cops even dare to step in. Filmmakers get away with publishing outrageous slanderous claims against the President and his staff and intentionally sapping the morale of our troops overseas and encouraging their enemies, and said filmmakers aren't charged with treason, they're awarded gold statues and placed in the high seat of honor at the DNC. The dire predictions of the people I used to identify with clash with the real world around me so starkly that I have to doubt either their sanity, or my own. But I know how much more sense the world has made since I switched ideological allegiances, and my mind is far more at ease with itself, because for the first time in my life I actually feel as though there's intellectual and practical precedent for the things I believe in, rather than having to rely on what always seemed like the fanciful tenets of storybooks: wouldn't it be nice if everyone thought the way we do...?
So buck up, I'll tell the guy. It's really not so bad.
There's plenty of work to be done, but I'd much rather get people like this to see into my world and why I've made it my home, than to alienate them and make them all the more dead-set on fighting everything I stand for.
Deep down, I think we share the same values: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We might interpret each of those things differently: while I might believe those things stand for self-defense, self-determination, and the ability to make one's children healthier and wealthier than oneself, he might claim they mean safety, security, and ever-increasing ease. I can understand those motivations. But I've been there to see both sides, and I know where I'm more comfortable. I think the onus to change lies on those who refuse to even unshade their eyes to see what the other side looks like.
Hey, maybe that Beeb is worthwhile after all. Check out this Flash hickamajig that gives interactive graphical statistics on the US elections, both this year and for past years, as well as by-state analysis and historical comparisons. Really quite excellent, and better than anything any of the US networks have produced.
Note that I'm not saying I'm eager to see an aerial-laden van from MSNBC or Fox pulling up outside my house to collect their fee...
And everyone else too, for that matter. It's by Michele at A Small Victory, and it's simply perfect.
What does the (presumed) election of George Bush mean to you, as a member of the left? It means you and your party have four years to get yourselves together and figure out exactly what you stand for. It means you have a couple of years, max, to come up with a viable candidate who represents the majority of you and doesn't pander to every knock off group of your party. It means you have time to get your act together and decide once and for all what you stand for and produce a leader who will stand up for your ideals. It means you better find a candidate who is someone you can vote for with conscience, and not just vote for out of hatred for his opponent.
What did you all believe in this year? Hate? Anger? You ran your own campaign, one filled to the brim with bile and acidic spittle and you wonder why you feel so black today? You were pinning your hopes on the the wish that the rest of America harbored the same intense hatred as you and would vote with their clenched fists. Now that you are left without the hoped for victory party as an outlet for your rage, you have to direct it somewhere else. If not at the candidate, then at his voters, right? What I am seeing today makes me pity you, and it's a pity tinged with disgust and should not be mistaken for empathy.
It means the same things for us moderate Republicans. Maybe in this time we can produce a candidate who doesn't alienate the social liberal in us, yet speaks to our concerns about defense, security and the war on terror. I am not completely enamored with the Republican Party. There's a lot of work to be done within the ranks. I'd like to see a full stop of the move towards the religious right.
Perhaps there is the perfect candidate out there for both of us, someone just making his or her way up the political chain right now. With any luck, there will be a day when a president is elected who is liked by both sides of the fence, who is respected by everyone.
And that's the great thing about waking up today. See, the world is still here. The sun has risen, there were no great floods or earthquakes or visits from Lucifer during the night. We have the future. We can all - Republicans, Democrats and everyone else - learn a lot from this election and use those lessons to move this country forward.
The spittle-flinging is over now. It's time to make the decision either to carp and backbite and self-destruct like the Palestinian leadership or the rebels in some banana republic, or to stand and rebuild and fight like Americans.
Earn my vote back.
Or line up to emigrate, and I'll send along some crowns for convoy to put into your purse.
10:02 - Combine emotions in large bowl; mix thoroughly
Well, that's it then: it's all over. Everything we've all been working toward for the past three years or so, regardless of which side of the aisle we supported: it's finally done. This is the finish line. Of course it's another starting line too, but not after a breather.
I'm both encouraged and disappointed by the results. Disappointed because 51-48% really is nobody's idea of a "landslide", and because it still means half of America disagrees pretty strongly with the other half. But then again, historically speaking, a margin of 3% is nothing to sneeze at, as strange as that sounds. I really should be very reassured by the fact that the popular vote is so firmly in Bush's favor, especially since it so neatly defuses not just any complaints of "selected not elected!" for this year, but renders the ones from 2000 just so much hot air. Anyone who believes Bush never should have won in 2000 now has to swallow the idea that he won over a bunch of Americans who hadn't voted for him back then, and convinced them to do so now.
It's still no "mandate", though. This is no consensus.
True, we've never had consensus; we've always been a country at our own throat, a house divided against itself to one degree or another, my earlier agonizing notwithstanding. We've always had division like this to deal with, and the Founding Fathers themselves had their own solutions to it—namely the Electoral College, among other things. I mean, say you're a blue-state voter. What sort of thought process leads you to be able to look at a map like this and contend that it represents a victory?
But that's how the electoral system works. It restores the balance in a country divided between rural and urban areas, cosmopolitan port cities and agrarian farm communities. If all we had to go on was the popular vote, all those red states would vanish into the noise, and we wouldn't have even the psychological sense that geographically, a big majority of the country still thinks far differently than the city-dwellers on the coasts do.
I admit I don't fully understand all the implications of the electoral system. But I do know that it's there for a reason, and it's there to address certain issues that are as relevant today as they were in 1789. Those guys were smart—far smarter than me. I'll defer to their insight.
And I would almost have been just as pleased with Bush winning the popular vote handily, but losing the electoral—because then we'd have the satisfaction of seeing people try to justify their earlier statements that the electoral college was outmoded and needed to be abolished because it's so clearly unfair.
But I do say almost. Because it's clear that intellectual consistency is not among a lot of people's priorities.
Charles Johnson, for example, has started a post where readers can submit examples of the worst electoral derangement spotted at Leftist sites across the Net; and Stephen Green has posted the definitive Nelson Muntz "HA-Ha!" gloating list; and for the most part, the people on it are exactly the people who deserve to be there. Moore, Soros, McAuliffe, Rather—the movers and shakers, the ones who dedicated their lives and their fortunes to what's now a vanished cause, and whose dishonesty and perilous rabble-rousing has caused our democracy to seriously be shaken on its foundation. True, no riots—but plenty of cases of slashed bus tires and sign-waving mob scenes outside polling places, all fomented by private funding of a truly loathsome campaign that if it hadn't had that support behind it would have struggled to break the 40% mark. I think these guys are who are primarily to credit (or blame, as you prefer) for Kerry's getting as far as he did. They almost won.
But it's the others, the ones who bought into their propaganda, our friends and co-workers and colleagues, whose disappointment is not at all gratifying to see. People whose opinions I've come to respect and whose company I enjoy who say things like:
It is 9:35 local time here in Houston, Texas. The early results show a terrifying leaning toward placing George Bush back into the White House. I state, unequivocally and for the record -- and yes, you Secret Service twits, this means you too -- that, should I awaken tomorrow morning and discover that Bush has usurped this throne for a second time, there will be a truly fascinating LiveJournal entry appearing later on Wednesday afternoon.
and
Be careful -- I may take you up on that. "America" no longer exists, and the dream of what America was supposed to be is dying a horrible death. I'm already working on my French, as well as saying, "eh?"
and
It's a beautiful day ... It's hard to believe it's the first day of Armageddon.
and
Well, here's to praying that this election is actually ran totally legit... albeit we all know Shrub is going to cheese-dick it and steal the election anyway... the bastard.
These quotes are not pleasant to read. I thought today would be a day of relief and bliss, but really it's not—every one of these quotes I run across from someone I otherwise enjoy being around or talking with, I'm all the more reminded of the depth to which this unaccountable strain of Moore-itis has enveloped even totally rational people, to the point where no conspiracy theory is too outrageous, no factual evidence hard enough to convince them that maybe their outlook on the world is what needs adjusting, and other people have figured out something they haven't.
It's going to be a while before the wounds that these past three years have dealt to us heal; but the good news, the best news, is that the President is no longer subject to them. We can pick up where we left off. We can resume the task that's before us; the green light is lit, and the people have spoken. The bastards.
I'll choose to be encouraged by the results. Last night, reader Christopher M. mailed:
Whatever happens--and I have high hopes--I feel like a foot soldier in a historic battle. Over the top, I know, but that's how it feels. Never felt this way about any election before.
It's not over the top. It's very accurate. Every one of us who has spend these past few years writing what we feel about politics— whether on the Left side of the aisle, the Right, or neither—and submitted it for peer review and honed his or her opinions based on the unfolding facts and independent research and study has broken a sizable chunk off the long-standing edifice that is the idea that Americans are thoughtless, sheeplike morons who vote the way they're instructed to and don't question or stray from their prescribed party lines. It's clear from the very explosion of the blogosphere that people in this country have a great, unslakeable thirst for pursuing the Truth and for disseminating it to all our friends and anyone else who'll listen. We're active players in this game once again. We're taking back control, to an extent unseen since the days when people shouted from soapboxes in village squares. We—all the people who have chosen to write our way through the campaigns and the election, whichever side we chose, and all the people who gathered what they read to help convince their friends and families and to solidify the all-important why of their own beliefs—are now veterans, and everyone who's on the winning side has a very real share in the credit for that victory.
That's the extent of the triumphalism in which I'll indulge. But I believe it's justifed. I believe it's a vindication of everything this country stands for, irate LiveJournalers notwithstanding. Our Republic rode the ragged edge of risking its own life over these past few months, quite seriously—we may never fully realize how much danger it was in—but now, this morning, it's arguably stronger than it's been in a very long time.
There's a light cool cleansing rain falling this morning... and it is a beautiful day.
We hope you exercised your right to vote. Or didn't. See, that's the genius thing about democracy: Choice. For instance, we've chosen to show a new episode of Harvey Birdman twenty-four times.
Enjoy.
They're up to three so far. Three repetitions of "Guitar Control", with subplots about election finance and campaign scandals. And the cable scheduler shows it all the way through till 5AM. It looks like they're not bluffing.
Of all the things I hear going up to today's election, the one that annoys me the most are people mentioning "voter intimidation." Monitors are placed to make sure made up people like Mary Poppins, Dick Tracy, and Eminem don't vote, and somehow that's "intimidating."
(Say this in whiniest voice possible) "Oh! Someone looked at me funny! I can't vote now!"
People died so you can vote, dingus! If you can be intimidated from the vote, then you don't deserve it!
And I keep hearing how it's worst against minorities. So let me get this straight: the Republicans are sending some white guy in a suit into a minority district to intimidate all the black people.
Either I'm missing some major mechanics here or people are just being whiny little bitches. I know what answer I'm leaning for.
...But this is really, really beyond the boundaries of what anybody ought to consider reasonable.
I had planned not to post anything about the day's goings-on except for my own personal experience; but considering what an absolute world of difference apparently exists between what voting in suburban San Jose and voting in Lower Manhattan looks like, I really have to call attention to just how bad it's gotten, in case anyone think my neighborhood's experience is representative of the whole country.
Apparently it's nearly as bad in other places too. We'll be hearing more details soon enough, from first-hand observers...
Jackson Publick, creator/voice-actor/director of the show, and close relative—it is to be hoped—of someone named John Q. (or perhaps Drunk In), has a LiveJournal. In it, he records all the grotty details of the production of every single episode, and more! It's like... it's like a behind-the-scenes special DVD feature, produced and distributed in real-time!
After the penultimate events depicted in "Trial of the Monarch" left the titular supervillain with a one way ticket to the hoosegow and the relationship with his beloved Dr. Girlfriend in shambles, the season finale finds Team Venture on a course destined to bring only death, destruction, and questions aplenty.
Before you head into the final stretch, we've got an exclusive for you, direct from our shadowy, barely legal network of sources and informants – the actual recording of the Monarch's prison phone calls to Dr. Girlfriend and his henchmen.
Go ye and listen. The Monarch's fragile ego requires those precious, precious web-counter hits.
(I actually missed the big finale, though. Stupid Halloween ATHF marathon. Okay, well, no, it was cool. Still, damn.)
Oh, right: John Kerry wants to remind us to vote like "the rest of the world" wants us to. (Of course we know who he means.)
Kerry wound up his two-year quest for the presidency with an 18-hour marathon that took him from Florida in the south to Wisconsin in the upper Midwest. “This is you chance to hold George Bush accountable,” he told supporters as he crisscrossed the battleground states. “The hopes of our country are on the line ... and the world is watching.”
Well: I hope they can see this, because I'm doing it as hard as I can.
Long lines at the Vineland Library. Very civilized. I recognized a lot of faces from around the neighborhood, including the guy who drove his Ferrari F360 to the polling place. (How does the Ferrari-owning demographic poll, I wonder?)
The touch-screen machines (by Sequoia Voting Systems, not Diebold) were actually very slick. They activate a card with a little embedded chip, which you stick in the machine; when you're done checking your little circles, it writes the results to the card, and you take it back to the guy and get your sticker. ...Or at least that's what we're led to believe it does; no paper trail and all. That's what's so insidious about these systems: they're so cool and efficient and seem so foolproof that people tend to blind themselves to the huge glaring inherent flaw: there's no way to audit what actually gets reported of your ballot to the registrar. For all you know, each machine just writes out a bunch of scrambled garbage to the card when you're done voting, and as long as the software tells you you're done, who's to know? It's not as though we've never dealt with software bugs like that before.
But, well, if you're a voter advocacy group that's all up in arms over butterfly ballots and hanging chads in Florida, you and your group are going to demand a massive overhaul of the system to make it more foolproof—and are you really going to demand that they whip out the Scantron forms or the photocopied sheets with the boxes for check marks and #2 pencils? Or are you going to demand the latest and greatest, highest-tech systems just entering the market? What's your dues-paying group going to tell you to push for? What are people going to viscerally think is a better system, when what they're worried about is a perceived risk of human election officials tampering with the ballots, "losing" them selectively, leaving boxes of them in trunks of cars, et cetera? Will they press you to ask for a system that increases reliance on painstaking human interaction, or decreases it to the fullest extent possible?
Beh. We'll see how it works out. I'm sure a whole bunch of people will suddenly realize the folly of computerized voting in a flash of insight sometime around 8:00 PM tonight.
I don't expect to be able to say anything intelligent about politics between now and the election, so I'm not going to try. However, there's one thing that's been nagging at my mind for just the last few hours. It's been somewhere in the back of my skull for a long time, but I've been refusing to acknowledge it. Bill Whittle puts his finger on it:
I will be able to live with a Kerry Presidency. But what tortures me is the thought that this country is no longer capable of doing hard, dirty work -- that we have reached the point where nothing difficult is attainable because the cost is something less than free.
This is similar to what I've been saying off and on for many months now, and many other writers I've linked to in trying to crystallize just why I think this election is so important. Just the other day I said that:
But terrorist attacks don't worry me all that much, really. What worries me is what we show of our character in response to such an attack. Any country can be happy in time of peace, after all—it's only in those periods of trial, like World War II, or Vietnam, that we really see what each country is made of. Now that Jimmy Carter has repudiated the Revolutionary War, blithely throwing away the two-hundred-year legacy of this country's fighting spirit that would never have existed if America had somehow gained its independence peacefully (which would not have happened, Jimmy), we see that shamefacedness over what this country has come to stand for has reached even into the uppermost echelons of our leadership, into the mind of someone who was once our President, and someone who now shares a box seat at the Democratic National Convention with Michael Moore, endorsing a philosophy that says the world would be better off without an America gumming up the works. If a sizable proportion of the populace comes to agree with Carter, or with the people who think like him, then we truly have left behind any traces of the generation that hurled itself into the forests of Belgium or the jungles of the South Pacific, let alone the one that tore itself to pieces on Little Round Top, each man believing deep in his heart that the cause for which he was taking a bayonet in the gut was right, right, right, and to hell with anyone who would tell him otherwise.
And I wasn't talking about the election. But at the time, somehow, I thought I was: I thought that I was equating the outcome of the election with how we would as a nation react to another potential terrorist attack. I wanted to believe that because this election is de facto a referendum on our War on Terror and whether it's worth fighting, we could use the election's results to determine whether our national character still had the fight in it that we did on 9/12/2001, or whether we're a completely different people than we were fifty or a hundred years ago.
My fears would have been assuaged by a Bush victory with a large margin; it would have told me that a clear majority of us are still united behind a stark task that we all agree needs doing, no matter how difficult or bloody. That's what it looked, for some time, like what we'd get.
But you know, it really doesn't depend on the outcome of the election after all. The polls have spoken.
This election has come down to a dead heat. Everybody agrees on that by now: a dead heat between a vote of confidence in our path as set by the 9/11 attacks, and a repudiation of all we've done since that day.
If we as a country really are divided right down the middle on that seminal question of our age, then the election will decide nothing. Whether Bush wins or Kerry wins, it'll be the same deal as in 2000: the winner won't have a mandate from a clear majority. His policies won't be what gave him victory. Neither candidate, if he wins, can claim that what he stands for is a representation of what the majority of Americans wants; it'll all come down to flukes of turnout, weather at polling places, peer pressure, vote-counting vagaries, and early calls by the network news stations (as detailed here). When the popular vote is decided within the margin of error, a butterfly's wings flapping in Beijing—as the saying goes—will spell the difference between whether America is a tiger or a poodle, and whichever one wins, fairly or not, is what will define the whole of the country's character in everyone's estimation. The winner takes all. But it won't reflect reality.
The reality will be that we're now a nation perpetually undecided. We can't make a decision anymore, even with the clearest of threats before us and the most well-defined courses of action demanding only our signature. Once upon a time the numerical difference between the people on one side of an argument and the people on the other other would direct our policy with a voice as strong as every head counted above parity; but now, half of us cancel out the other half, leaving only whispers of decisiveness one way or the other.
I'm disappointed by this... dreadfully disappointed. Whether Bush wins or loses tomorrow, the outcome as far as the people are concerned is meaningless— the very fact that after all we've been through we're still divided down the middle means we've resigned ourselves to making politics itself our primary battlefield, rather than a tool through which we choose how to fight the real war.
A little story: Some time ago, England had what was called "the Metric Martyr." This was a fellow — a grocer or a butcher, I forget which — who sold his goods in imperial measures: pounds, ounces, etc. But because England is now beholden to Brussels, he was prosecuted for not using the metric system (hence, Metric Martyr).
I asked our senior editor David Pryce-Jones (a Brit), "How could the British people permit this? I mean, it's their system — the imperial system, or the English system — to begin with." David answered, "The British people wouldn't permit it. The question is whether they remain the British people."
I have thought about that story in the last few weeks.
I suppose it's still possible for the election to break strongly one way or the other; obviously I'd prefer one way a lot more than the other, but either direction is more palatable than a 50/50 split that will doom us to four more years of "missing mandates" and "stolen election" claims and legislative paralysis that can't be shaken loose by anything shy of another 9/11. Which, by the way, I'm feeling more and more as though is the only thing that can reawaken our interest in the war on which we embarked on 9/12, seemingly unaware that three years later we would have shelved it to the backs of our minds in favor of reality shows and celebrity worship and the rest of the lotuses that we stuff down our throats whenever we can possibly get away with it.
I'm sorry if this is uncharacteristically morbid. Maybe I'm just driving down my expectations, so tomorrow won't be too painful even if we lose. Maybe if it weren't election season, the American people would indeed speak with a more unanimous voice on the subject of Islamic terrorism, and maybe we would prove we're still who our movies say we are. But to me, nothing's more disheartening than after all we've collectively been through, after all the suffering and all the pain and all the joy and all the remarkable transformation we've all witnessed, seeing the election come down to another toss-up.
Please, please let me be proved wrong.
UPDATE: Reader Thom T. expands on this thought:
You stated that, even more important than confronting the terrorists, the worst thing that could happen is that this nation finds itself incapable of making a decision in times of turmoil, and displays itself as such to the world. You are absolutely right. I would put it a different way, though: the worst thing that could happen tomorrow, for the long-term health of the republic, is a repeat of 2000.
I have several friends who are fellow Republicans/conservative/people of the Right who still do not understand that we are in a tripartite war, and that the Islamist are the latest entrant, not the second. These people also still trust the Big Media model for their news, disparrage blogs, and at least one or two of them will be voting for Kerry. The first battle in this war was the one between Alger Hiss and Whitaker Chambers; all HUAC activity before that case was a series of skirmishes. Chambers framed it perfectly in "Witness", his autobiography: communism succeeded to the extent that it did for one very basic, primal reason. It inspired people to DO SOMETHING. What was being done was incidental, until the other side responded. Thus, freedom, and free people, could only win to the extent that freedom was able to awaken its supporters to do something in response, with at least the same degree of passion that communism had roused its supporters.
And it was only at that point that the precise temporal ideological battle would matter, because in essence, communism was nothing new, not even when Marx and Engels published "Das Kapital". Freedom and Communism were only the two terms currently being applied to a battle that went back to the beginning of humankind: the battle of Man vs. God (or, as Thomas Sowell put it, in a way which I prefer, the constrained vision vs. the unconstrained vision). And that, to me, is what this election is about. It is the latest battle between those who think they know best, and will stop at nothing to depose one who disagrees with them, and those who have no such delusions of their own infallibility, and who will do what IS in their power to do to secure our safety, and will thus take the most direct route possible toward that goal, even if that route is a horrible one, because it is also the route that is the best of a bad lot.
Chambers believed that the reason that liberals of the time could never bring themselves to condemn the likes of Hiss is because in their minds, Hiss was only half-wrong. I believe that we are now seeing the seeds that were planted then come to full bloom, and that we have, since that time, been in a war against the type of people who would support Hiss, and now support Kerry, and, more importantly, themselves, because they believe they are so wise and infallible that they can solve the terrorism problem if THEY could just sit down with all the relevant parties and talk it all out.
And it is their intransigence regarding the reality of the situation that has created the current deadlock, America's inablility to either fuck or die, if you will. This war, since the late '40s, has been more truly between those in the West who would rise to their own defense, and those in the West who would remain asleep, than between all of us and any third party, such as the Soviet Union or al Queda.
And that is why you are absolutely correct: the worst aspect of this election is the deadlock between the "Men of the West", if I may borrow from Tolkein. :) And that is why the best outcome of this election is a decisive victory, NO MATTER WHO WINS. You're absolutely right: we can survive a Kerry presidency, although the cost in blood and treasure will be higher than if Bush wins. What we can't survive is another 2000, Bush-Gore type result, something that will tear both the U.S. and the West apart. Even if Kerry wins, the sleepers can still be roused to rise and fight. If we tear ourselves apart, however, we do al Queda's job for them.
Central to this argument is the question of whether the fundamental struggle between the abovementioned opposed forces that have manifested themselves differently over the centuries is a pendulum-like affair, or a one-way deal. In our current terms, once a society is committed to the gray senescence of socialism and the bartering of freedom for safety and security, can it ever be turned around and rolled back through formal means, without bloody revolution?
I really don't know, but from my perspective it sure doesn't look like it. That's why I'm so dead-set against giving up any ground now, irrational though it might appear to friends and acquaintances who wonder just what could have driven me so far off the deep end.
And Christopher M. mails:
FWIW: I think President Bush will win, by a comfortable margin in the popular vote and a wide margin in the Electoral College. Just my "gut feeling," plus a suspicion that many will choose him in the privacy of the polling booth, no matter what they've told friends, pollsters....
In the long term however, I have the sinking feeling that we may be losing. That is to say: unashamed love of country, service to the nation, valor, steadfast devotion to the cause of freedom--all these seem to be slowly dying. In Britain we see the near future--a land that fought the Nazis alone in 1940 under Churchill is now a place where Tony Blair is reviled for the crime of standing up to Islamic terrorism. We are only millimeters behind them.
(Actually the rot was already there when Churchill took power--read the biography by William Manchester. Lord Halifax was just the most prominent of the urbane voices sneering at Churchill's lack of sophistication, urging the Government to sue for peace with Hitler. Heck, read Orwell's commentary on the times.)
What to do? In the short term: fight at the ballot box. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Long term? Better minds than mine are needed....
Exactly. Even if we "win", what will we have won?
Just so everyone knows, I'm not predictin' jack. Sorry if that disappoints anyone.
WASHINGTON—The Arab television station Al-Jazeera is broadcasting a new tape from Al Qaeda leader Usama bin Laden.
Multiple sources told FOX News that the 18-minute videotape is authentic and said its release was timed to coincide with Tuesday’s presidential elections. Bin Laden makes reference to recent conflicts in Iraq and addresses the American people directly, sources said.
U.S. officials saidthe tapeappears to have been made recently. Bin Laden is speaking from a lectern and he talks about threats to the United States and he says that President Bush will not protect the American people.
So after nearly three years of complete video silence and the release of only a few unconfirmable audio tapes, bin Laden heaves himself up out of the nether reaches of our collective memory to issue a brand-new, authentic video on Halloween?
A video where he argues in the same vocabulary as Michael Moore, Democratic Underground, and John Kerry against reelecting Bush?
What, so finding out that the UN was taking bribes from Saddam and the Russians smuggled WMDs into Syria, Kerry accusing our military of incompetence based on flabby non-evidence, Kerry's "honorable discharge" from the Navy getting called into doubt, and all the rest of this crap swirling up out of the bowl in the last three days wasn't enough? What the hell kind of election is this?
Got any more "October Surprises" for us? C'mon, out with it. Let's just get it over with.
UPDATE: Is it just me, or has the atmosphere suddenly been kicked back to the "supervillain holding the world hostage" theme of the post-9/11 days? Here we have bin Laden (for all we know until we have an impartial translator analyze his actual words—it's entirely possible that this is a hoax using an old tape and a new "translation") speaking directly to America, proudly claiming responsibility for 9/11 and yet telling us that Bush "deceived America" and that "If he'd been more clever, he could have stopped me... mwa ha ha haaah!" —or words to that effect. It's almost like he's honestly trying to give us helpful advice on fighting terrorism, while at the same time taking credit for being exactly what we're fighting. This is just way too surreal.
A case can be made for this being a hoax perpetrated by Kerry supporters or by Bush supporters. I know I don't know who ends up looking better for it.
UPDATE: Wretchard's analysis is that Osama's video is a plea for surrender.
If so, then our answer is, "What? Did someone say something?"
Power Line is rapidly gaining a reputation as Scandal Central. Here's today's big news on the Big Scary Iraqi Munitions Disappearance:
Major Pearson says that his team removed around 250 tons of munitions and other materials from Al Qaqaa. He doesn't recall any "sealed" areas and can't say exactly what the munitions were, but the Pentagon says they believe some of the destroyed material was RDX.
Is this enough, from President Bush's standpoint? It certainly should be. The obvious conclusion is that the New York Times and John Kerry shot from the hip, accusing the Army of incompetence when they didn't know the facts. They relied on a patently self-serving and anti-Bush letter from Mohammed El Baradei, a less-than-honest U.N. bureaucrat. It is quite likely that the allegedly missing explosives have been accounted for; around half disappeared before January 2003, according to the IAEA's own records, and the remainder was most likely destroyed by American troops. (The total amount at issue, 377 tons, represents less than one-tenth of one percent of the munitions the U.S. Army has destroyed in Iraq.)
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HINDROCKET adds: This could be the death knell for the Kerry campaign. He has staked a lot on this story without having any idea whether it was true or not. If the evidence is that 200+ tons were destroyed by our forces, then, along with the 100+ tons that disappeared while they were being "guarded" by the U.N., the 370 tons are accounted for, and Kerry has falsely accused our Army of incompetence.
Oh, but this is totally consistent with what these guys have been saying all along: We're the real terrorists! The U.S. Army took the explosives? Oh no! Can you imagine those weapons in the hands of the U.S. Army?! President Bush's incompetence is made all the more starkly obvious by his allowing the munitions to fall into the dangerous hands of our own troops!
It would be interesting to know how many Kerry supporters will take into serious consideration the implications of how Kerry handled this breaking news story before all the facts were known, and what kind of President it indicates he might be.
I hope for the sake of my sanity that there are some.
Okay... I can appreciate the humorous intent of this site. I can giggle at a few of the costumes, even. I can offer kudos for the quality of the presentation and the work that clearly went into it.
The Littlest Prisoner at Abu Ghraib
Your child will be the hit of the neighborhood costume parade in this recreation of the Abu Ghraib prisoner-abuse scandal's most indelible image. As an added bonus this easy-to-make costume will remind everyone on your child's trick-or-treat route of our national shame! Simply roll a cone from a sheet of 24"x38" black cardstock, making sure to cut out a hole for the face. Drape with two yards of black felt, and add leftover wires from your last lamp-rewiring project. VoilÀ! So easy, so quick, and so terrifying!
Total cost: Under $20. Total time: Under two hours.
... But I find I just have to wonder what these kids will think of this, say, ten years from now, after they've had a chance to mature and learn some history on their own.
I've just gotta say I'm getting really tired of having to point out yetagain that of the DNC and the RNC, only one herded its protesters into a razor-wire-guarded "free speech zone", and its first initial was not R.
Ah well. It's not like anybody cares about those stupid fact things. We may as well just get used to it: the more pervasive instant communication and documentation gets, the more pervasive instant fraud gets too, and truth is no closer to being objective even with cell-phone cameras and blogging typography experts working the trenches.
At any rate. One more observation about the costumes: many of the kids clearly have no idea what's going on; but the kid in the Richard Reid costume looks like he gets it all too well...
Damien Del Russo has a concise take on the Russia/Iraq/Syria/explosives story:
Also, what worth is the Security Council when at least two of the 5 permanent members were doing business with Iraq while Iraq was supposed to be under sactions? Are Democrats still willing to argue that sanctions were working? This story involves not only business deals, but actual military coordination to defy the UN's own resolutions, resolutions that Russia and France both approved.
Kerry is in an awkward spot. He has cited the story as a great miscalculation and error by the administration, but in actuality this story shows that we waited too long before attacking Iraq. We waited because liberals wanted one more UN resolution, in effect a permission slip from countries that were actively working to undermine US and UN objectives. The missing explosives and weapons are thus more the fault of the delayers than the administration. Shame on them. How many more Iraqis died because of their delaying tactics? How many more American and allied forces? And how many more will die because the weapons were distributed in exactly the way the anti-war crowd said they never would?
If this weren't all coming at the end of three years of some of the most hateful, gotta-trump-yesterday's-invective political maneuvering of the modern age, where everybody—including myself—is so weary of all these endless revelations of corruption and faulty intelligence and lies and coverups and hoaxes and failures of one sort or another as to literally not be surprised by any development anymore, this story would be a shocker to rock the world. I mean, think about this in a vacuum, if you can: At least two premier members of the United Nations Security Council took massive bribes from Saddam Hussein's Iraq and helped to smuggle arms into Syria, another Security Council member, in order to prevent an American invasion to liberate the country or, failing that, to prevent the Americans from securing Saddam's weapon hoards. I mean, how much more scandalous can you get?
If it weren't for the election, or for lingering fears over 9/11, or for Michael Moore, or for Abu Ghraib, or for the TANG memos, or for the Swift Vets, or for gay marriage, or for health savings accounts, or for goose hunting, or for that video of Bush flipping the bird, or for plastic turkeys, or for Laci Petersen, or for Kobe Bryant, or for pissing around over how little like New York the Freedom Tower can possibly be made to look, this ever-ramifying story of the UN's utter incompetence and pathological tolerance of corruption and stark unmasked evil on the part of our "allies" really ought to be the biggest story of any of our lives.
Yet we have to leave behind the world of the mainstream news media and prowl the partisan landscape of political blogs to gather even the headlines about it.
Remember when the civilized world might have rallied under a single banner to confront terrorism and the undemocratic regimes that enabled it, as well as the retrograde culture it feeds on that threatens to upset the balance of Western political and technological progress, regardless of what it might mean to the individual countries' economic interests?
Heh. Look who else is turning to SPAM as the preferred method of stumping for a vote: John Joseph Kennedy.
The most critical truth is that the four primary candidates for the highest offices in our land, Mr. George W. Bush, Mr. Dick Cheney, Senator John Kerry and Senator John Edwards all voted for the war in Iraq. Period. Each man had an opportunity for greatness and they failed.
John Kerry and John Edwards are followers. They are not leaders! They failed the American people and the world. Their names are forever etched in history along with Ms. Hillary Clinton and all the so-called leaders who voted for the war in Irag and for the Patriot Act, thus raping the American people of our Constitutional Rights, especially our rights to personal privacy.
I am just one man; one proud American citizen with a political legacy that began 125 years ago. Although many American's were afraid to speak out, or were crucified for standing up against this war, I strongly spoke out against it as loud as I could. I warned of the perils it would bring to all of us. I sent letters to the Oval Office, Mr. and Mrs. Cheney, Senators and members of Congress. I had it circulated to more than 10,000 people around the world and to the media. I appeared on television, “Voices Over Violence” and warned of the danger to America if Mr. Bush proceeded with this evil war.
That's from an e-mail I received from him, quite unsolicited. See, this is what I mean when I talk about setting an ugly precedent. What kind of world are we signing up for, when our political views are to be shaped by spam flooding our content channels and bullying at the polls?
Frickin' Kennedys. I guess Arnie's not having much luck bringing sanity to the dynasty.
This guy sooo needs a big-time contract. Too bad feature animation is a thing of the past nowadays...
(The two versions are the same, except the "Album Edit" is in widescreen and has more at the end, and the "Radio Edit" is cropped to 4x3. The former's better.)
UPDATE: Oh no! I've been Lileksed. Okay, in the interest of hammering a wedge into the Slashdot effect and sending WaPo-originating cascade link-through-ers to multiple places instead of just pounding one flat, here's the Flash version, which reveals the name of the gifted animator/director (Bernard Derriman), and is much more satisfyingly detailed if you've got a machine that likes exercise and a nice big monitor.
Oh, and regarding James' comments about the song's content:
I just want this song to mean nothing to her when she's 14, you know? NOTHING. I want it to make as much sense as someone singing the periodic table in Esperanto, backwards.
You know, that may be a moot point: the lyrics pretty much mean nothing to me. But that's just because (aside from the main chorus and title lines) it's kinda hard to make them out through the Compressed Pub Strine algorithm...
Must be new, too—the lyrics aren't here, or anywhere, yet.
Sent to me by a source in the government: “The Iraqi explosives story is a fraud. These weapons were not there when US troops went to this site in 2003. The IAEA and its head, the anti-American Mohammed El Baradei, leaked a false letter on this issue to the media to embarrass the Bush administration. The US is trying to deny El Baradei a second term and we have been on his case for missing the Libyan nuclear weapons program and for weakness on the Iranian nuclear weapons program.”
News of missing explosives in Iraq — first reported in April 2003 — was being resurrected for a 60 MINUTES election eve broadcast designed to knock the Bush administration into a crisis mode.
Jeff Fager, executive producer of the Sunday edition of 60 MINUTES, said in a statement that “our plan was to run the story on October 31.”
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An NBCNEWS crew embedded with troops moved in to secure the Al-Qaqaa weapons facility on April 10, 2003, one day after the liberation of Iraq. According to NBCNEWS, the explosives were already missing when the American troops arrived.
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CBSNEWS’ plan to unleash the story just 24 hours before election day had one senior Bush official outraged.
“Darn, I wanted to see the forged documents to show how this was somehow covered up,” the Bush source, who asked not to be named, mocked, recalling last months CBS airing of fraudulent Bush national guard letters.
So CBS is not only not chastened by the Rathergate business, they're doing more of the same.
And they're just as incompetent about it, too: they couldn't wrangle this story into the time slot they were hoping for (the same one as the Bush DUI story from 2000), so it got out too early—early enough for everybody to instantly expose it as another big godddamned fraud.
Why does CBS still have a broadcasting license?!
This isn't even about typewriter fonts and thin wheedling excuses that certain kinds of Word documents might possibly, given the right alignment of planets and a National Guard officer with a sufficiently insane high-end typography hobby, have been produced in 1970, an argument that could just peter out over the course of weeks and fall out of the public consciousness as they got lost in details of kerning and superscripts. No... this is about an easily verifiable story that they are baldfacedly lying about with the explicit purpose of influencing the election. The difference between this and, say, claiming on Halloween evening that Bush was never in fact the governor of Texas and instead spent those years drinking rum in Tahiti while an inflatable version of himself received fellatio in the Texas State House is now reduced to mere vocabulary.
This is absolutely ridiculous. It's making a mockery of our electoral system, once the envy of the world. Small wonder the UN thinks our election is worth monitoring, while they can't even bring themselves to find fault with the one in Afghanistan. These media organs have become so blatantly partisan, and so disingenuous about it, and yet so convinced of their own immunity from doubt or scorn, that they quite literally think they can get away with anything. If one manufactured scandal doesn't work, well, just make up another one, a bigger one. Who's gonna doubt them, a bunch of Web-surfing geeks in pajamas?
CBS's credibility has been living a charmed life ever since Rathergate, somehow miraculously not crashing through the thin ice. Now they're jumping up and down and cackling.
It probably still won't break.
UPDATE: Oh, and note that in that first article, John Kerry couldn't wait to use the original leak of the story to grab a microphone and blame Bush for somehow being responsible for letting these 380 tons of explosives go missing.
Kerry said terrorists could use the material “to kill our troops, our people, blow up airplanes and level buildings.”
“This is one of the great blunders of Iraq, one of the greatest blunders of this administration and the incredible incompetence of this president and this administration has put our troops at risk and this country at greater risk.”
Couldn't even wait for your own fact-checkers to give you the green-light, could you, John? Care to issue an apology?
Maybe admit your collusion with CBS, or something?
UPDATE: Someone should get MoveOn.org in on this whole Internet thing:
Every day, the tragedy in Iraq deepens. On Sunday, newspapers reported the execution of 49 members of the Iraqi National Guard, who were lined up and executed at the hands of insurgents. And yesterday, the New York Times reported that hundreds of thousands of pounds of deadly explosives in Iraq have gone missing, looted from a facility that was left unprotected by the U.S. Army. Yet George Bush says everything's going fine.
Maybe it's the Times that's lying, you freaks, not Bush.
UPDATE: And now Kerry is running an ad centered on this "story".
Geez louise. Are we in a race condition here? Is the Kerry campaign specifically, cynically trying to get as many bogus memes into the water as possible in this last week before the election, just to be as loud and chaotic as possible so there won't be any chance for the administration to post a defense in time, or for the public to absorb it if they do?
If they win, how will they live with themselves once everything calms down and they start to reflect on what precedent they've set this year?
Do they even care?
UPDATE: Bob P. e-mails:
How news travels....on the main 6o'clock news yesterday the missing 380 tons of explosives was the lead story on New Zealand's channel one, and they even claimed that the explosives "could be used to trigger a nuclear device"
And the dems say that it's *Bush* trading in fear....
I seriously don't know if I can take another week of this...
This is a rare treat: Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons of SomethingAwful.com has weighed in with one of his trademark "serious" articles, the kind that the site's usual patrons probably find annoying and tedious but which end up being quite relevant to the issues at hand. It's a unique perspective, not least because Parsons apparently has first-hand knowledge of both candidates, but also because he's, well, a SomethingAwful writer above all else.
Back then Kerry was near the bottom of a pretty thick pile, two days ago when I met him for the second time he was fighting desperately to stay on top of a much smaller heap. I wasn't looking to meet John Kerry, I was working on a story about his operatives. Most strikingly, when I shook hands with him again he looked like a faded piece of cloth. The pace of non-stop This is the Fucking End campaigning had taken its toll on him. His grip was firm, but he barely even glanced at me. I and the rest of the crowd were just meaty appendages on a good will conveyor for him. If it had been possible I think he would have continued talking to one of his aides while kissing the baby being extended to him.
Granted, he's no partisan—which is good, but which also means he's a little irritatingly credulous of hyperbolic accusations regarding Bush (like the "loyalty oath" thing and the "dissenters will be crushed" thing), but I have to wonder how much of that is just the usual "For the SA Goons' consumption" stuff. It's even-handedly hyperbolic, though, so no complaints here.
Quite a few giggles, though.
15:08 - I guess we're officially in the home stretch now
Check out this very good post by ThePie of Sgt. Stryker's Daily Briefing. It sure does seem like Kerry's enjoying an immunity that diplomats double-parked on 42nd Street might envy, doesn't it?
- How can Lurch go around shooting defenseless geese and the PETA folks not get mad? Imagine if Bush had gone hunting and bagged a goose. He’d be about as popular as Daniel LaRusso when he first moved to LA. My other favorite part of this story was that even the AP, a truly liberal news organization, called it a pure photo-op. They didn’t even try to disguise this as something Kerry loves to do. It’s so obvious now that he is out of touch with the rest of the common men and women of the United States that even his own supporters can’t bring themselves to lie anymore. Oh, and just so you liberals don’t have too much of a moral debate about your candidate shooting animals with guns, no one in the media actually saw Kerry shoot the 12-gauge shotgun he was carrying. And judging by his 40% hit rate at a skeet range several months ago, it’s doubtful he actually hit anything if he did shoot the thing.
There's plenty more. Oh, and Powerline has the Photos from the Opportunity.
The man could drive a Hummer through a protected wetland while shouting racial epithets at bewildered spectators standing on shore, and the Left would still be floundering after him, grins fixed like bayonets, holding his banner high out of the muck.
UPDATE: You know, it occurs to me that if Kerry loses, given all the bizarre gaffes and foul-ups and transparently obvious incidents where his campaign has tried so bumblingly to manufacture some kind of even marginally plausible opportunity for him to scrape up a few more votes from this group or that demographic or the other bunch of sports fans, the story of his campaign from behind the scenes is going to make one hell of a book.
Hell, I'd buy it. It'd probably be side-splitting. Especially if Kerry grows a sense of humor, somehow, after the election's over. It worked for Bob Dole...
I tell you, it's downright unnerving to see Arnold Schwarzenegger appearing on TV in the middle of The Simpsons, putting on his best steely Terminator face (you know, the one where you can only see his lower teeth), and denouncing the untaxed proliferation of Indian gaming.
It's cool, but it's unnerving. (And it particularly would be if I were a casino owner.)
Thursday, October 21, 2004
22:50 - It helps when the chorus is reading from the same script
In response to this post from earlier today, reader B.I. Simpson e-mails:
I think there's one point that's being forgotten.
That point is, as far as the press is concerned, Democrats can do no wrong.
If you look back, you see:
1. "Clinton was a draft dodger." MSM: Cut the man some slack! No one wanted to go to Vietnam! Let's focus on today, instead! "Bush was a draft dodger' [which I don't believe]. MSM: He's unfit to lead!
2. "Bush was kind of wild in his college days." MSM: He should be thrown out! "Clinton was kind of wild in his presidency." MSM: That's not important, that's a distraction. Partisan attack!
And so on. Granted, Clinton was granted an astonishing love by the press that I have never seen before or since. He could simply do no wrong, so he may be a bad example.
But my larger point is that, should Kerry win, and he decides that we need to stay the course in Irag, and move on to Iran and Syria, the press will shower these actions with accolades and talk about how he has "the courage to face the tough challenges," "he's not afraid of the hard road," "he's leading this nation so we can bring peace and democracy to the world," etc.
That opens up a very interesting discussion. What if, let's say, 9/11 had occurred on the watch of a Democratic president that the press already liked, and who was as evangelical about American ideals as Bush is? What if the media had actually been a cheerleader for that President's aggressive vision of exporting liberty and democracy to the Middle East in order to smother terrorism in its cradle? What if we'd had no internecine battle to fight between the Administration and the mass media, always obstructing and gainsaying each successive step in the War on Terror? I have to imagine we'd have chewed through Afghanistan and Iraq in half the time as actually happened, and perhaps moved on to yet more ambitious projects, all with as much popular support as the Kosovo action or the Gulf War.
Now, this isn't to suggest that I think switching to Kerry at this point would help in this way even slightly. It's a prerequisite for said hypothetical Democratic President to believe viscerally in those American ideals we're trying to push on the world's Muslim theocracies and megalomaniacal dictatorships. I just don't get any sense that John Kerry has any such beliefs—the extent to which he believes in the transformative power of liberty is the extent to which he can leverage the PR points of "free speech" during popular political movements to further his own career, and little more; like so many Leftists I've known, and like myself all through high school and college, it seems as though for him to speak in frank tones about individual liberty and inalienable human rights is so much uncomfortable play-acting, like putting on a dress for an authentic Shakespearean role. He's an opportunist and a phony, and I can't see him as a champion advancing any American ideals beyond our borders because, well, he's embarrassed by them: they get in the way of his adopting other people's trendy ideas imported from the fashionable parts of the world.
Besides which, the very act of switching Presidents is going to be dangerous in itself. In the eyes of the rest of the world, for us to swap out Bush for anybody is going to make us look conciliatory and unsure of our footing; even if we voted Pat Robertson into office, or Tom DeLay, or a reincarnated Reagan, the terrorists would still see it as a victory—the man they attacked would be gone, and they'd still be operating. That's why Saddam Hussein fashioned himself a victor over the U.S. in the Nineties: he was still in office after Desert Storm... and Bush wasn't. Who in his part of the world could argue?
No, we can't change horses now. This isn't World War II, where our opponents were whole nations with sophisticated international diplomats and modern cosmopolitan populaces; this isn't a total war of attrition where every citizen of every involved country is effectively part of the armed forces, where the President serves as the General and might be swapped out for reasons as simple as gastroenteritis, and the military machine would still go on, pursuing the greater goal that everyone clearly sees. This is something much more personal, more visceral: a war between figureheads, where there's no point in coming up with vague racial stereotypes ("Nips", "Krauts") for the various players as we did back then, and where everything is centered to some extent or other on the movements of Bush, Blair, Anzar, Howard, Saddam, al-Zarqawi, bin Laden. Any one such figurehead disappearing from the stage and being replaced by another fundamentally changes the rules. Victory is assured, in part, by keeping our figurehead in the game longer than the other guys can keep their figureheads in the game.
Perhaps it's true that Bush is a far from ideal person to have had in office on the morning of September 11th, if only because of the inevitably hostile media; maybe things would have gone far more smoothly and successfully, and maybe indeed the world would be a much improved place already, if John McCain or Joe Lieberman or, say, Zell Miller had been in office at the time. But it could also have been far, far worse: just think, for example, if Jimmy Carter had had to give that address on September 20th.
But just the same, such speculation is pointless. We're in the situation we're in, and all that remains to us is to make the best decisions possible with the hand we're dealt, to borrow from Jackson's Gandalf. Right now that means proving to the world that we care about victory on our current course more than we care about popularity on the world stage or with the talking heads on the evening news. What we need is to plant our feet and insist that we'd rather do the right thing than the popular thing, just as Bush said during the second debate; and since we have a choice between a man who feels comfortable saying those words on national TV, and a man who can barely bring himself to talk about God or hunting or fighting Communism in order to curry needed votes, it would seem that the choice is a no-brainer.
"Change" is a fine anthem to chant if we don't believe in what we have aready. But some of us do believe... and we can't afford any change just right now.
This morning and yesterday followed the weekend's unseasonable storm, which dumped a huge amount of rain on the Bay Area and then skittered off, leaving the roads to slowly absorb the puddles out from under the piles of startled leaves heaped in the gutters. There are still lingering clouds jetting across the still-chilly sky, as though trying to catch up. It feels like winter. And as is so often the case on days like these, the views across the Valley are spectacular. You can see up to the San Bruno Hills and Mt. Tamalpais from any unobstructed perch in the Santa Cruz Mountains, where I bike on weekends; and not just that, but the air is so cracklingly clear and crisp, it looks like someone's just wiped the whole region with Windex and turned up the color saturation to eleven.
I haven't lived in the Bay Area long enough to know how unusual days like this are; yet somehow I keep getting the feeling that this kind of thing is getting more frequent, not less.
2004 has had the lowest ozone smog levels since states began measuring the stuff back in the 1970s. Based on preliminary data from around the country, days exceeding EPA's tough new 8-hour ozone standard declined an average of about 50 percent below 2003, which was itself a record year.[1]
A combination of continuing emission reductions and favorable weather explains the improvements. Weather is the single largest factor affecting year-to-year variations in smog levels. All else equal, cool, wet, and windy years will have less ozone than warm, dry, and calm ones. But weather is only part of the story. During the last 30 years most of the country has had several years that were cooler and/or wetter than 2004, but never have smog levels been anywhere near this low.
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Overall, 8-hour ozone exceedance days declined an average of about 50 percent between 2003 and 2004, meaning that 2004 is not only the best year on record, but the best by a large margin.
In The Day After Tomorrow, it took the cataclysmic destruction of the world's civilized regions by freak murderous weather changes for the stain of wretched humanity to be wiped clean from the skies. It is, after all, an article of faith that everything is getting worse with time; nothing ever gets better.
I should’ve written about this some days ago but I had to spend a week in Basra...Anyway, I feel it’s still worth writing about (at least from my point of view): last week, I crossed the borders for the first time in my life; something may sound less than regular for most of you but for an Iraqi dentist or doctor it was a beautiful dream becoming a reality. Countless numbers of Iraqi doctors, dentists, officers and professionals carrying Msc or Phd ended up in prison or even lost their lives for trying to get passports (faked ones of course and at a very high cost) to get out of Saddam’s hell.
This time, it wasn’t hard for me at all to get my passport (a real one) and it cost me practically nothing; just two personal photographs and after five days I had my passport in my hand. No Mukhabarat asking why, where to and for how long, no 400 000 Dinars exit tax, no bribes to border guards...etc
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This may sound silly but It’s really something nice to be able to move freely, leave your country whenever you want and come back whenever you like and I can’t describe to you what I felt when I saw the word “EXIT” printed on one of the passport’s pages; I was sad for what we missed and at the same time optimistic and happy for what’s waiting for us in the future. Life seemed normal for me for the 1st time in my life. Soon after the war we could sense freedom immediately but this time we experienced it in a way that we haven’t before. It was an amazing feeling! Despite all what’s Baghdad is going through, nothing can match the peace I felt when I walked down from the airplane in Baghdad's airport.
Wow. This needs to be read, like, a lot. It cost a guy $104,655.60 to run it on a full page of the Washington Post, and he had better get his money's worth. Internet to the rescue!
WHAT I AM … is an American who understands the difference between “censorship” and “choice”. Evidently, these individuals do not, because when these same “celebrities” receive public ridicule for their offensive actions, the first thing they yell is “Censorship!”. What they seem incapable of understanding is… the right of free speech and dissent is shared equally by those offended… as well as those who offend. I support and will continue to support those films and performers whom I choose to … and refuse to support those I don’t. It is my right as an American … a right I will continue to enthusiastically exercise.
That's only one of several dozen such paragraphs. Do read 'em all.
Waiting in the left-turn lane onto Bandley just now, I saw in my rear-view mirror a silver Ferrari 360 Modena coming up on me in the lane immediately to my right.
As it passed me, I saw that the license plate said HI DEBT.
If Kerry wins, the American people will have spoken definitively, and for all time so far as I am concerned. They will have, in effect, said, "We will not support pre-emptive wars or large-scale efforts to democratize other nations any longer. We simply haven't got the stomach for what's required."
Because let's face it: by any rational measure, the Iraq war has gone better than any operation of its type and scale has ever gone in history. And yet the piddling cost and the incredible work of our people is now routinely viewed as a disaster. The press is content merely to report the negative, without any rational or historical context, and the American people are (apparently) content to let them get away with it.
And that's okay. If that's what the American people want, it's what they want. If anyone proposes such a task in the future, I'll simply say "Look to the Iraq war. It will end in disaster because the press will only report failure and death and excuse that with phony mealy-mouthed claims of "objectivity," and within a year or two the American people will go wobbly. It's just who we are as a people."
That's what this election will mean. I don't think Kerry's going to win, but I'm bracing myself nonetheless. I'm bracing for condescending, patronizing head-patting from European acquaintances, which is a good deal worse than such acquaintances simply ignoring me out of disgust. I'm bracing for Michael Moore riding the wave of celebratory euphoria and becoming a political celebrity of unprecedented stature for someone from the filmmaking industry, rather like Oliver Stone winning a Senate seat, only with the added bonus of making our philosophical leaders look like the stereotypical fat, loud, obnoxious Americans we're already seen as. I'm bracing for Barbra Streisand, Janeane Garofalo, Arec Bardwin, Martin Sheen, MATT DAMON, Bruce Springsteen, and a thousand other actors and artists being filled with giddy joy and the sense that through the power of movies and songs and petulant theme concerts and appearances on The Daily Show they can change history, even if they haven't given a moment's thought to what they're fighting for except "change". I'm bracing for our troops (who support Bush by a margin of something like five to one) waking up in their barracks two weeks from now to find that the man who flew to visit them on Thanksgiving, who called them by name and saluted them and shook their hands until the tears streamed down their faces, has been kicked out of office by the American people in favor of someone whose promise to bring the troops home by any fixed date speaks more loudly and reassuringly to the enemy than to our soldiers or their families. I'm bracing for history books ten years from now to refer to the brief Bush II years as an unmitigated disaster during which the economy crashed, 9/11 occurred, and America embarked upon an inexplicable series of hideously unpopular foreign wars that were mercifully cut short before anyone could see any long-term results to prove what they were intended to achieve.
It won't be the end of the world, no. But it will suck. Especially if, as I'm also bracing for, the radical Islamists and rogue dictators all over the world (who have to a man endorsed John Kerry in a flurry of anti-Semitic vitriol, Eurocratic condescension, and screenings of Fahrenheit 9/11) take the election's results as a sign that the American people's righteous outrage over 9/11 has flagged and dissipated—and therefore that even an unprecedently audacious and bloody attack on the heart of America's premier city, forever rending its skyline and the Americans' sense of security in their homeland, will provoke only a couple of years of aimless thrashing before the beast lies still and goes back to sleep. If that's the worst America will do in response to an attack like 9/11, then what do the terrorists have to fear if they mount another? They're patient. They've waited six hundred years. They can take their time.
But terrorist attacks don't worry me all that much, really. What worries me is what we show of our character in response to such an attack. Any country can be happy in time of peace, after all—it's only in those periods of trial, like World War II, or Vietnam, that we really see what each country is made of. Now that Jimmy Carter has repudiated the Revolutionary War, blithely throwing away the two-hundred-year legacy of this country's fighting spirit that would never have existed if America had somehow gained its independence peacefully (which would not have happened, Jimmy), we see that shamefacedness over what this country has come to stand for has reached even into the uppermost echelons of our leadership, into the mind of someone who was once our President, and someone who now shares a box seat at the Democratic National Convention with Michael Moore, endorsing a philosophy that says the world would be better off without an America gumming up the works. If a sizable proportion of the populace comes to agree with Carter, or with the people who think like him, then we truly have left behind any traces of the generation that hurled itself into the forests of Belgium or the jungles of the South Pacific, let alone the one that tore itself to pieces on Little Round Top, each man believing deep in his heart that the cause for which he was taking a bayonet in the gut was right, right, right, and to hell with anyone who would tell him otherwise.
This country won't be the last one on the planet to slip over the edge into the postmodern, postnational, gray-and-shabby Nerf-padded peacefulness of apathy already embraced by Europe. The Middle East is younger, for all its history: it has the fire that we once did, and it will eat us alive if we have no heart to fight back—and meanwhile China and the Pacific Rim will come into our inheritance while we stare blankly at the wall of the convalescent hospital of nations. We can kid ourselves that it's better that way, that jacking into a virtual-reality paradise while our corporeal bodies wither is no different from paradise itself; but if we do, it'll be the end of any argument in favor of the experiment that is this country: the idea that freedom, human liberty itself, is a force greater than any other one on Earth, and once truly secured for its posterity by a people, they'll die before they let go of it.
Whew. Big rainstorm suddenly blew in last night... the kind where huge raindrops pelt against the windshield so hard it sounds like they're about to come through.
It's the first real rain of the year, and it's already got lots of streets flooded and drains clogged; the weather services talk about "unseasonably severe cold fronts" in the advisories that are being circulated all around Northern California, and the temperature has dropped precipitously. Even Capri didn't ask for a walk this morning; he knew it was no good out there.
I'll bet Roland Emmerich could explain what's going on.
They're going to shriek about this one. Oh, the shrieking that they will do.
The most expensive TV ad buy of the presidential campaign shows President Bush (news - web sites) consoling a teenage girl whose mother died in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11.
The ad, created by the conservative Progress for America Voter Fund, will run until the election on cable stations and in nine key states at a cost of $14.2 million, said the group's president, Brian McCabe. (Related link: Ad analysis)
The ad was inspired by a photo of Bush hugging Ashley Faulkner, who is now 16, while campaigning in Lebanon, Ohio, on May 4. The photo, taken by the girl's father, Lynn Faulkner, was widely circulated on the Internet. As Bush shook hands in the crowd, the Faulkners' neighbor told him that Ashley had lost her mom on 9/11. Bush enfolded Ashley in his arms and offered her comfort.
We'll hear this ad lambasted for "politicizing 9/11", as though 9/11 is anything but the most politically defining event that has occurred in anyone's lives today too young to remember WWII. How the respective candidates feel about 9/11, and were affected by the day's events, is absolutely critical to how we ought to vote in this election, which is nothing if not a referendum on how we have responded as a nation in its aftermath. And yet the Bush campaign has studiously avoided making even the vaguest mention of it in its ads, because the one time it did—in an early ad that showed a firefighter carting someone off on a gurney—sparked a firestorm of outrage from his opponents. "Dirty pool!" they cried.
As far as I'm concerned, Bush ought to run an ad which is nothing but sixty excruciating seconds of the burning WTC towers, and the word REMEMBER?
But he can't, now—not now that talking about 9/11 has become one of those taboo things in this election, like how it's impossible to be against amnesty for illegal immigrants without being labeled a "racist" or to oppose gay marriage without being branded a "bigot". The most obvious central plank of Bush's foreign policy, the thing that overrode all other considerations for three years of his term, is no longer "fair game"—even as Mary Cheney, apparently, is.
This ad gives me hope. It's a sharp poke in the eye to those very people who would take 9/11 off the table, white it out of history, and thus make the past three years of Bush's presidency seem inexplicable and reactionary. It's a protest against this rewriting of history. It's a reclamation of 9/11 from the likes of Michael Moore: harvesting some of the good lessons from it, not just leaving it to sit and rot in the sun, poisoning us with only the bad things we're told it tells us about ourselves.
The photo that gives rise to this ad is perhaps one of the best pieces of impromptu photography we've seen in years: in the class of the naked fleeing Vietnamese girl and the other ones from that era that are so indelibly printed in our minds. While it seems impossible for anyone to take any photos of John Kerry that don't make him look like a buffoon, grandstanding for the reporters with sports equipment of all kinds, it's about time we saw some clear images of a President doing what Presidents are supposed to do: not bounce soccer balls off his head; not play the saxophone; not snowboard in fluorescent yellow; not be preoccupied with proving he's "fun" and "hip"... but to be the guy that the nation can trust to be a leader in our time of need.
All along we've had to listen to complaints that campaign ads are "too negative". Just watch: now they'll claim this ad is "too positive".
UPDATE: And when it comes to what this election means for America, don't miss this article by Mathew Manweller, republished by Matteo. Will we make our grandfathers proud... or would they even recognize us?
"Beyond this incident, though," Barnes commented, "I think Bush helped himself by showing a great command of the facts in the debate."
"I believe you are referring especially to this instance," Hume said, and a clip started playing.
"Now, I know how Edwards keeps talking about 'two Americas,'" Bush stated, "but I looked it up. On a world map, there are two Americas - North America and South America - but that's not my fault. According to scientists, it's the result of tectonic shifts breaking apart the Pangaea supercontinent... way before my administration. Kerry and Edwards need to stop lying about me!"
If Bush had actually used this line during the debates, he'd be up 70-30% by now.
Excellent Flash-based photo-log done as a tribute to our troops in Afghanistan. Definitely a must-watch.
It's the kind of thing that, while you're watching it, makes your brain suddenly flip over to the protesters and naysaying intellectuals, and you involuntarily think, Oh, just shut the HELL up.
NASA, NASA, NASA... we've got to stop meeting like this.
Sensors to detect deceleration on NASA's Genesis space capsule were installed correctly but had been designed upside down, resulting in the failure to deploy the capsule’s parachutes. The design flaw is the prime suspect for why the capsule, carrying precious solar wind ions, crashed in Utah on 8 September, according to a NASA investigation board.
The sensors were a key element in a domino-like series of events designed to release the parachutes. When the capsule - which blazed into the atmosphere at 11 kilometres per second - decelerated by three times the force of gravity (3 Gs), the sensors should have made contact with a spring.
"It's like smashing on the brakes in your car - you feel yourself being pushed forward," says NASA spokesperson Don Savage.
The contact should have continued as the capsule peaked at a deceleration of about 30 Gs. Then, when the capsule’s deceleration fell back through 3 Gs, the contact would have been broken, starting a timer that signalled the first parachute to release.
"But it never made the initial contact because it was backwards," Savage told New Scientist.
The sensors, which are estimated to be less than an inch (2.5 centimetres) wide, were apparently installed in a circuit board in the wrong orientation - rotated 180° from the correct direction. But the problem stemmed not from the installation but the design, by Lockheed Martin, based in Bethesda, Maryland.
"They still have to find out why that design error was not caught," says Savage. The mission's Mishap Investigation Board will continue to investigate the problem.
I can't help but sense a common element here. Is it just me, or is Lockheed Martin not doing the best job at keeping its image clean in recent years?
You know, when our QA processes in the software industry are all modeled upon the space program as the paragon at the far end of the price/performance spectrum, we seldom take into account the overriding prevalence of human dopeyness that manifests at crucial times. Like when you learn all about contour integrals but forget how to do long division. Or when you have to stop and squint for a moment before you really have a clear picture of which direction the Earth rotates: Okay, so the sun goes down in the West, so it spins... uh... right-hand rule... carry the one...
You know, if this election were to be decided on the basis of the First Lady candidates (instead of, say, on the basis of the candidates' daughters), it'd be a landslide of volcanic proportions. Like, of the 80-20% variety.
I mean, when it's a choice between "honest, loyal, and sweet" and "rich and totally gibbering insane", what can even a Dan Rather do to spin it?
(...For that matter, what is it that we as a country have against nominating any Presidential candidates with male children? I mean, what gives?)
CNet has an interview with the duo behind JibJab, the darlings of the political Flash-cartoon world.
So that's where the animation style used in "This Land" and "DC" comes from?
Yeah. Even though it has chop jaws, I think it looks great.
(The puppetlike jaws are) also a part of the joke, and that's what Evan and the guys do. They understand the limits of the technology and make that part of the joke. It's crude, but the art looks great, and the crudeness is part of the joke.
We could use Flash to make perfectly fluid, Disney-quality animation, but it's just that bandwidth and processor constraints come into play. Even with "DC," we ran into a lot of constraints. It has a lot more animation than "This Land," in terms of movement. And processors can choke if you don't have a newer machine.
These guys really can animate well... and as South Park proved long ago (and continues to re-prove every week), there's a real place for talented animators in the world of paper-cutout and puppet-jaw cartoons. I still believe, for instance, that more emotional subtlety is conveyed by the little one-second twitch of Saddam Hussein's eyes as he unconvincingly says "I love you..." to Satan in bed in South Park: Bigger, Longer, & Uncut than in any full half-hour episode of Father of the Pride.
I think Trey & Matt, the Brothers Chaps, the Space Ghost-derived clip-art shows on Adult Swim, and the JibJab guys are all really blazing a new trail here; while traditional feature animation is floundering without a champion, they're showing us that if the writing is good and the heart is solid, you don't even need your animation to look like it's rotoscoped on ones. You can make your stories "read" just as well with a pair of scissors and some construction paper, and create the "illusion of life" just as satisfyingly.
Aarrgh... this is going to drive me absolutely bonkers.
I'm positive that in the past 24 hours, somewhere, I saw a mention (by a commenter in a blog, most likely LGF or Tim Blair by the visual style I remember) of one of those "fever swamp" discussions on Democratic Underground or IndyMedia, where people were talking seriously about leaving the country if Bush gets reelected.
I remember that the person pointing out the discussion commented that someone in the thread had noted that he hadn't seen any Republicans anywhere talking about leaving the country if Kerry gets elected. Apparently this mystified the DUer in question.
I'd predictably have some things to say about this, but I can't find the original reference, even using Safari's feature of archiving an organized list of all the sites I visited yesterday. So all I'm left with is a confusing third-generation piece of hearsay. Tarnation!
I think it's quite telling how one of the DUs notes how they don't see discussion on conservative bboards of leaving if Kerry becomes president. That's because we think all other countries suck (apologies to foreign readers... and pity). Where would we flee to that has even a tenth of the grandeur of America? Even with Kerry as president and Democrats controlling both Houses of Congress, they couldn't ruin America if they tried. Americans kick ass, and they will for all my lifetime. If the fire that is the American spirit starts to fade, there is no retreat. This land is the battleground from freedom in the world, and, while there is a drop of the blood in my body, I will reside in the front lines of the fight for civilization as we know it.
Of course, the battle would be easier if we deported all the whiners.
Yeah, I shoulda known it was Frank J.
The point, though, stands: ought we to be deferring our opinion to those Americans who threaten to become huffy expatriates if the election doesn't go their way, or those who believe the Republic will survive even a President we don't agree with?
The former group is fond of becoming indignant over their patriotism being questioned, too. If you ask me, it's beyond question.
Damien says that this is going to be "gigantic", and I do believe he's right. It is, after all, #1 on the comedy listings at iFilm right now: Fellowship 9/11.
I remember when the image featured in the poster Bill Hobbs points to here was circulating through message boards; I believe I have a copy of it dating back to around 2000, probably originating on Fark or Something Awful or someplace similar.
It used to say "Arguing on the Internet is like running in the Special Olympics". Now it's been cleverly updated to "Voting for Bush is like running in the Special Olympics," complete with a Bush face plastered over the kid's. Everything else is unchanged.
I though Democrats were supposed to be the creative ones? ... To say nothing of the sensitive ones...
Um, Guardian readers? Kindly keep your grubby hands off our voters, thank you very much.
We have come up with a unique way for non-Americans to express your views on the policies and candidates in this election to some of the people best placed to decide its outcome. It's not quite a vote, but it's a chance to influence how a very important vote will be cast. Or, at the very least, make a new penpal.
It works like this. By typing your email address into the box on this page you will be sent a name and address of a voter in Clark County, Ohio from the most recent publicly available voters roll. You may not have heard of it, but it's one of the most marginal areas in one of the most marginal states: at the last election, just 167 votes separated Democrats from Republicans. It's a place where a change of mind among just a few voters could make a real difference.
Writing to a Clark County voter is a chance to explain how US policies effect you personally, and the rest of the world more generally, and who you hope they will send to the White House. It may even persuade someone to use their vote at all.
Look, I know you guys are feeling left out. I know you're mad that you're not being allowed to take part in what you rightly see as a very important election.
But we've fought wars over stuff like this before.
I guess I'm a three-issue voter, because this election, I want the outcome to do the following three things:
1. Empower our military psychologically by making them feel that a mandate from the American people is firmly behind them
2. Spite Michael Moore, all his Hollywood toadies and college-age sycophants, and France
3. Make the terrorists crap themselves on November 3, not dance around whooping and firing into the air in celebration
I have a hard time seeing how electing John Kerry would make any of these things happen, or how electing Bush would do anything but. Yet very little else matters to me right about now.
Matteo has posted a followup to his earlier "What's Bush's Game" post, mentioning my response and Bill Whittle's "Deterrence" and tying them all together as they seemed to converge through serendipity.
At issue is the whiplash we all got from the contrast between the Bush of the first debate and the Bush of the second one: from bewildered, tired, and out of his league right to the dynamic, arm-waving, joke-popping ringleader from Thursday. Maybe he just stayed at a Holiday Inn Express on Wednesday night or something. Or it could be the "poker metaphor" we've seen a number of times, coming back into play:
In 1994, during the Texas gubernatorial campaign, it is my understanding that Bush simply stuck to his guns, being his polite and friendly self, not responding to negative attacks from the incumbent, Ann Richards. Out of frustration that she wasn’t having an impact on Bush or his campaign, Richards finally made a public statement in some venue or other that “George Bush is an idiot!” This immediately swung the election in Bush’s favor and he never looked back. Ah, that was a kindler and gentler era!
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There will be ironies if the Democratic Party and left manage to destroy themselves during this election. They could have looked at the overall strategic situation and said “You know, we lost the roll of the dice on this one. Bush was President during 9/11, we’re at war, and it is more important to support the President than to win an election. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. Americans get tired of having one party in the White House after awhile, and we’ll get back in there. For now, let’s run a decent campaign, like Dole did in 1996, and be as helpful as we can to assure victory in this war.” If they’d done this, they’d probably have a great shot in ’08. If there were agreement on the importance of victory, ’08 would come down to a choice of personality and domestic policies. But, alas, the Democrats prefer a failing (I hope!) kamikaze attack.
I'd really be impressed if this were all demonstrably part of a plan. Somehow I have to imagine that a lot of it is dumb luck and faith (which, hey, are important in poker too); but if the real Karl Rove strategy here is to let Dubya stand there silently grinning like the Master Chief and wait for all the irritating but ultimately harmless little Flood globule-guys to hurl themselves ineffectually against him until they explode with fury yet do nothing but get him all sticky (while not wasting any of his ammo), then I'll have to defer to a better campaign planner than I could ever be.
Once this is all over, it'll be one of those periods in history that I would just love to be able to revisit in a time machine and see how it would have turned out if things had been run just a bit differently. Like, for instance, if they were to run this attack ad...
Seanbaby, writing in The Wave, has evaluated Bush and Kerry and rendered a judgment based on which one's the better comedian.
Bush ranks pretty close to zero out of ten by his estimation... but he comes off way better than Kerry does. And rightly so, judging by the Kerry/Letterman Top 10 list that he alludes to. Yikes, those are some groaners. Quite leaving aside the "Halliburton BAD!" and "Ashcroft destroy Constitution!" memes, which are rather disturbing in themselves, knowing that a potential future President is spouting them; it's also quite eye-opening in that this is how Kerry aims to win Americans' hearts through comedy.
I'd love to have seen Seanbaby cover this ongoing train-wreck of a joke in this article... not to mention Thursday's "Need some wood?" quip. I think they'd have skewed the numbers a fair bit further.
Quick summary: In Montreal, a used car salesman called a gay man "fifi", and the government fined him a thousand dollars for doing so. Disgusting.
Politkal Korrektness, comrade? What kind of limp-wrist pansy-boy goes crying to the government just because he's called "fifi"? Are Canadians that fucking weak? Or is it just Canadian gays? Wah, wah, wah, the bad man called me the name for a poodle, get him in front of judges! And what does the Canadian government think of its people, that they need to enact laws like that to begin with? They have a fucking tribunal to rule on name-calling?
At least he said it in French. I suppose that if the insult had been delivered in English, there would be an additional charge added.
Read the rest of it, too, as well as the original story. This problem is getting worse, not better... and it's coming here too. People mock America as being the land of the lawsuit. But now that people in countries with Big Daddy Governments have caught on to the idea that offensive speech is a crime worth calling in the courts for, the age of anyone being able to challenge an epithet on a man-to-man basis is pretty much over. Besides, why bother calling an ambulance-chasing lawyer to sue a corporation when you can just blow the whistle on someone using non-approved language whenever you want to hit the jackpot? Charter of Rights and Freedoms, my ass.
Apparently it's baffling to people in many parts of the world, the fact that we in this country not only don't pass laws muzzling "hate groups" and religious zealots and such, but take pride in that fact. I'm sure it must seem as though our government tacitly endorses such people, by failing to curtail their public expression the way they do in France or Sweden—maybe that accounts partially for why the U.S. is considered so "racist". But really, this is a very dear issue to our hearts: we believe in the marketplace of ideas, in the notion that if an opinion is abhorrent, we'll hound it from public view on our own. It's an article of faith in the decency of average citizens, and in the idea that we can police our own thoughts better than the government can, and thus entrust only ourselves with that task. We tend to get really, really touchy at even the insinuation that someone can be fined for something they say, for any other reason than "yelling fire in a crowded theater" sorts of cases where public safety is involved, or slander. Anything else is rather sacred... and we see it as such even within other borders.
I won't live in a country where people aren't allowed to call me a fag.
UPDATE: Kenny e-mails:
The idiocy of it all, is that free speech for *everyone* makes it harder for biggoted groups to gain traction. Sure, they might be fashionable at times or may be able to hook a few single-issue people, but in the end their ability to spew their bile ends up turning ordinary people off and they end up marginalizing themselves. Where are the KKK, the Black Panthers, the Arayan Nation, the Communists, the Anarchists? They can't build any momentum because their hate and idiocy are open for all to see. In contrast, the neo-Nazis are still a force in Germany. Why? Because they are specifically outlawed. Their repulsive ideals are not on display for everyone to ridicule and it's tempting for young people to eat of the forbidden fruit. In the U.S. they get mocked in movies like The Blues Brothers and very few take them seriously.
Yeah. Though the same argument can be used to show that things like drinking and drugs aren't as big a problem in Europe as they are here, because they're demystified for kids at an early age, and kept from becoming "forbidden fruit" the way bigoted groups are here. Different peoples, different priorities; and the more things like this come to light, the more different I realize our various countries really are. And all this time I'd assumed everyone was growing more and more similar.
Also, Paul Denton has comments on a somewhat related case.
Just remember: free speech is what people have who speak out against Bush. People who speak out against Kerry, well, they must be silenced.
Sinclair Broadcast Group, owner of the largest chain of television stations in the nation, plans to air a documentary that accuses Sen. John Kerry of betraying American prisoners during the Vietnam War, a newspaper reported Monday.
The reported plan prompted the Democratic National Committee to file a complaint against Sinclair with the Federal Election Commission.
Sinclair has ordered all 62 of its stations to air "Stolen Honor: Wounds That Never Heal" without commercials in prime-time next week, the Washington Post reported, just two weeks before the Nov. 2 election.
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"We have received thousands of e-mails, people outraged by the very idea a company like Sinclair would direct stations to air a partisan film," said Wes Boyd, founder of political watchdog MoveOn.org.
"If they do air a partisan film, we'll challenge the FCC and the licenses of the local stations that broadcast the film because local stations have a responsibility to the community to air real news, not partisan messages," said Boyd.
Yeah, Wes. You just keep standing on your principles, there.
Lance says:
Did the Democrats complain about Farenheit 9/11? or about the timing of its DVD release (and associated advertising)? Did the Democrats complain about Dan Rather's use of "60 Minutes" to spread forged propaganda? Did the Democrats complain about widespread bias shown by tthe vast majority of media outlets?
But now, when a single media chain announces plans to broadcast a movie that questions them, they cry "foul".
The DNC lost its right to complain about media bias a long time ago. And they certainly must have contempt for the average voter if they feel that the audience makes up its mind based on movies... on the other hand, given their behavior, I'd say that the DNC -does- have just such a contempt, and -does- use movies and media manipulation to sway those stupid, knuckle-dragging vote-puppets.
I've said it before: if, deep down, you harbor the suspicion that "Middle America" is composed entirely of stupid people whose vote should be feared rather than welcomed, then you have no respect for—or belief in—democracy. Democracy isn't just some easy-cheese default state where everybody agrees with one another in happy harmony; it's a very precarious condition of human governance that depends on the ability of people with wildly differing values and backgrounds to respect each other's voices to carry exactly the same weight, irrespective of how much each party feels the other is "entitled" to express it. If you don't believe in that principle, then you're an elitist who probably rolls your eyes at the very concept of "democracy" being peddled to other countries, and probably harbor thoughts like Well, maybe democracy doesn't really suit Those People or Hey, if a dictator provides free education and health care, then I like that dictator.
In which case, go right ahead and vote: I won't stand in your way. Heaven forbid winning should outweigh my desire to set a dogged example in these trying times.
Just get outta my way when it's my turn to vote. And no whining about "partisan films". It's a little late for that.
Finally! After all this time, I think I can officially declare my master suite "completed".
At least the sitting-room half of it, anyway. The shelves are now in place on either side of the arch doorway, and there's a corn stalk plant in the corner where it'll hopefully be able to benefit from indirect light all day long, at least during the winter when I can keep my curtains open. And the armoire is done; all my shirts are hung up now, Mom. No more draping them all over the back of the couch. Which means the couch is now useful as, well, a couch. What with the finished bookshelves and the new peace I've made with that table as a TV stand (all the A/V components will fit just fine up the left-side stack), I can start entertaining in here for real.
Yeah, this is pretty silly as a subject for discussion. But this project has taken a while, and I'm very satisfied indeed.
Okay, so it's not just anti-Bush moonbats sending out exhortations via spam. I just got one from these guys too.
Granted, this one is funny... and well-laid-out, and includes the company's full name and address and everything. Quite above-board, except it is spam.
Everybody rise! JibJab has released the sequel to "This Land": "Good To Be In D.C.". Just as well animated, just as well voiced and scored, and just as funny. They're selling them both on DVD, and have them available for $3 downloads.
Good debate. Goooood debate. I do believe that InstaPundit reader is right: Bush does better when he can talk directly to his audience, and stomp around on the stage waving his arms, instead of having to stare out into the darkness at a camera lens.
Plus he had the benefit of the Duelfer Report, armed with which nobody could be expected to lose. I was gratified to see that Bush pounded on it after all, early on in the debate, in the Iraq segment (which he carried most convincingly, even though he had to defend admitting Iraq had no WMDs). He stopped short of explaining to everybody that France and Germany and Russia refused to join us because they were on the take from Saddam, because that would have been tantamount to severing diplomatic ties; but everything else, he did cover: Saddam was gaming the United Nations toward getting the sanctions lifted, upon which he'd be free to resume his WMD programs! Kerry didn't have much to fall back on but "Well, uh, we didn't have enough troops! So I'm going to call for more troops! And then pull them out!" and so on. Oh, and "I don't waffle. What could have ever given you that idea?"
I didn't see the first debate, but from all accounts this was a completely different ballgame. Bush didn't win on all counts (he screwed up a few things, like prescription drugs from Canada and Supreme Court justice appointments), but Kerry had nothing but tired economic statistics that can be turned on their heads by explaining them more fully, and threadbare appeals to "allies" that are getting more laughable by the day. Bush didn't let up on it, but Kerry kept yammering on like he hadn't heard a word.
I wish Bush had remembered about Australia, though, especially in that outburst where he interrupted the moderator. The Aussies ought to be first out the gate in some of these lists.
This is getting fun, though. "Need some wood?" Heee. Bush had it to spare.
Damien has offered an excellent example of how to respond to someone who's convinced himself that anyone who disagrees with him is either evil or stupid.
At some point in life, you will come to respect others' points of view. Perhaps you will be convinced through personal experience, or through argument, or through simply coming to love someone with different viewpoints, in whom you are interested enough to listen and understand.
You're not an idiot, and neither am I. Yet we disagree, and this fact alone should compel you to give a little more thought and respect to the "other side". You gain nothing as a person by cocooning yourself in comfortable and unchallenged views - it is through interaction, understanding, and substantive argument that one becomes more enlightened. And, of course, experience.
Granted, if I were a high school student receiving a message like this, it would simply make me angry—I'd dismiss it as so much sanctimonious, word-twisting hoo-haw, because I'd still know I was right. One person disagreeing with me and my righteous beliefs? Pshaw.
But the seed would have been planted; so the next time something like this happened...
UPDATE: Somehow I doubt it would work on these people, though. They've grabbed up a degraded facsimile of the truth and run so far downfield that it's not worth even going after them.
WASHINGTON - Democrat presidential candidate John Kerry says he would not send U.S. forces to stop the genocide in Sudan if they continued to be needed in Iraq and Afghanistan.
“I’d do everything possible,” he said in a taped interview broadcast Thursday night on Black Entertainment Television, citing logistical support and money to help the African Union intervene in the Sudanese crisis.
Asked whether he’d send troops, Kerry said the United States would “have to be in a position in Iraq and Afghanistan” to allow that to happen. He said his options as president would be limited because President Bush has overextended U.S. forces.
“Our flexibility is less than it was,” he said. “Our moral leadership is not what it ought to be.”
You know what I'd love to see?
Once—just once—for any reporter interviewing Kerry to, at this point, say:
"Yes or no, please, sir."
Wouldn't that just be devastating?
Such a simple question, such a simple answer they're looking for: Assuming we had them available, would you send troops to Sudan? Yes or no? Just trying to find out whether he thinks it's something we should do or not. But no, the answer is a pointless ramble about Iraq and Afghanistan and Bush and moral leadership.
Yes or no, please, sir. Imagine what a sound bite that would make.
I guess we know what four years of Kerry press conferences will look like.
Now that's a constituency Kerry doesn't need. Some enterprising soul has taken to emitting an anti-Bush tract via spam. I've received about nine copies of it so far:
From: GEORGE W. BUSH <pndxqzfk@yz.com> Subject: I approve this message Date: October 8, 2004 6:29:05 AM PDT To: undisclosed-recipients:;
PLEASE CONSIDER MY EXPERIENCE WHEN VOTING IN 2004
EXPERIENCE AND EDUCATION
Law Enforcement: I was arrested in Kennebunkport, Maine, in 1976 for driving under the influence of alcohol. I pleaded guilty, paid a fine, and had my driver's license suspended for 30 days. My Texas driving record has been "lost" and is not available.
Military: I joined the Texas Air National Guard and went AWOL. I refused to take a drug test or answer any questions about my drug use. By joining the Texas Air National Guard, I was able to avoid combat duty in Vietnam.
College: I graduated from Yale University with a low C average. I was a cheerleader.
. . .
...Blah, blah, blah.
It's all canards and innuendoes (with whatever fragments of truth mixed in as could be found), and nothing we haven't heard before. But it's being spewed scattershot across the Internet now, using the same low-budget means of delivery that spam has always benefited from.
I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, given what other tactics are being increasingly employed of late by those convinced that another four years of Bush will cause the planet to explode, or whatever. But I have to wonder: will the number of people potentially swayed by this message be greater than the number of people utterly pissed-off at being told what to think politically by a piece of spam nestled in between the "The original HGH Longevity from Germany" and "Get Ciälis Välium Ambinën 62% Off Retäil" missives?
Behold the artistic glories of our intellectual betters:
It didn't take a nuclear physicist to realize changes were needed after a $40,000 ceramic mural was unveiled outside the city's new library and everyone could see the misspelled names of Einstein, Shakespeare, Vincent Van Gogh, Michelangelo and seven other historical figures.
"Our library director is very frustrated that she has this lovely new library and it has all these misspellings in front," said city councilwoman Lorraine Dietrich, one of three council members who voted Monday to authorize paying another $6,000, plus expenses, to fly the artist up from Miami to fix the errors.
Sweet deal, huh? Maybe it was all part of the plan. Maybe this artiste is a mad genius.
Reached at her Miami studio Wednesday by The Associated Press, Maria Alquilar said she was willing to fix the brightly colored 16-foot-wide circular work, but offered no apologizes for the 11 misspellings among the 175 names.
"The importance of this work is that it is supposed to unite people," Alquilar said. "They are denigrating my work and the purpose of this work."
...Okay, perhaps not. She's just a Moore-pattern freak.
The mistakes wouldn't even register with a true artisan, Alquilar said.
"The people that are into humanities, and are into Blake's concept of enlightenment, they are not looking at the words," she said. "In their mind the words register correctly."
True artists aren't bound by such inane concepts as spelling, y'see. This work, It is actually a commentary on our shallow society with its fixation on being "correct" or "accurate" or "true". A pox on the pedants who would question such a work of genius as this!
What utter, astonishing gall. That'd better be some frickin' mural, if they're still willing to give this Being of Ephemeral Light six extra grand to fix these mistakes.
Via Brian D. And apologies to Tim Blair for lifting his subject line; it's a meme that should be free, Tim! Fie on your corporate fat-cat "copyright" and "property"!
UPDATE: How did I know her "murals" would look like this? Sigh.
You've got to catch these people in the act or they'll never learn.
UPDATE: Kimberly Swygert appears to have the definitive roundup of this matter, including the fact that this incoherent master of ugly art with an overinflated sense of ego is a former schoolteacher. I'm not sure which word surprises me less: schoolteacher, or former...
So now the Duelfer Report is out, which despite headlines by mainstream media outlets fixated on perpetuating the idea that Bush somehow "lied" about WMDs, now firmly establishes a number of very uncomfortable conclusions for those who have placed all their chips on the BUSH LIED!!! side of the table.
Not only were Saddam's WMD programs evidently quite well poised for a resumption at any time, that resumption was confidently expected—by Saddam—to occur hot on the heels of the sanctions being dropped by the UN, whose French and Russian and German delegates he had been sweetly bribing for years toward the end of keeping the Americans off his back.
SADDAM HUSSEIN believed he could avoid the Iraq war with a bribery strategy targeting Jacques Chirac, the President of France, according to devastating documents released last night.
Memos from Iraqi intelligence officials, recovered by American and British inspectors, show the dictator was told as early as May 2002 that France - having been granted oil contracts - would veto any American plans for war. . . .
Saddam was convinced that the UN sanctions - which stopped him acquiring weapons - were on the brink of collapse and he bankrolled several foreign activists who were campaigning for their abolition. He personally approved every one.
To keep America at bay, he focusing on Russia, France and China - three of the five UN Security Council members with the power to veto war. Politicians, journalists and diplomats were all given lavish gifts and oil-for-food vouchers.
Tariq Aziz, the former Iraqi deputy prime minister, told the ISG that the "primary motive for French co-operation" was to secure lucrative oil deals when UN sanctions were lifted. Total, the French oil giant, had been promised exploration rights.
And what did Saddam bribe the French and Russian diplomats with? Why, that ten billion dollars that went missing from the Oil-For-Food scheme, that was supposed to pay for Iraqis' food and medicine.
In exchange for which the French and Russians and Germans pledged Saddam that they'd do everything in their power to prevent the Americans from taking him out.
Sound to you like someone that would have jumped on board with us if only we'd spent a little more time haggling at the UN, like Kerry says he would have done?
Sound to you like someone we would want to get involved in the Iraq reconstruction, or who would agree to do so even if we did, as Kerry plans to ask them to?
Sound to you like anyone whose opinions on this matter we should be taking any more seriously than we did Saddam's?
This is far uglier than any simple "smoking gun". This is exactly what Steven Den Beste suggested, last January, sick at heart, might in our darkest dreams be at the core of the controversy:
Suppose we win, which is absolutely certain.
And suppose, once we've done so, and have occupied Iraq and have full (really full, not UN full) access to Iraq's records and can truly find what they have, that we find that everything we've been saying about their WMDs is really true; that they have chem and bio weapons and banned delivery systems, and are near to developing nukes, which I also think is extremely likely.
One more and the most important: suppose that the records also show that during the 1990's companies in France or Germany (or both) actively and deliberately broke the sanctions and sold equipment and supplies to Iraq which helped it to create these things, and that the governments of Germany and France knew and approved of this and actively helped. That's the biggest and most speculative suppose.
. . .
If they (Chirac and Schröder) know that they face the scenario I described above after we invade, that would definitely explain their behavior, because preventing Anglo-American occupation of Iraq is the only conceivable way they could prevent it. If this is the case, then since no other way exists to avoid this fate and since the consequences of it are dreadful, it would make sense to continue the lost cause of trying to prevent our attack.
So the more they persist even as it becomes ever more hopeless, the more I find myself worrying that they are trying to cover up something really, really big.
Only the French and Russians weren't even doing business with Saddam, which would have been bad enough. They were taking bribes from Saddam, bribes funded by humanitarian aid money paid for by Iraqi oil and stolen by Saddam and ignored by UN officials, and accepting promises that in the future they'd be right at the top of Saddam's buddy list, in the on-deck circle to drill a bunch of new wells and secure their own private oil stash with which to become a new European superpower independent of American influence.
If that isn't the absolute lowest of lows, I don't know what could top it. I mean, at least Hitler was honest about what he was doing. At least we knew Saddam was a dictator of a Stalinist police state. But these guys? They must have known what these actions were doing to innocent Iraqis, and where they would fit on the totem pole of morality if ever called to account; but apparently, through soothing diplo-speak and polysyllabic euphemisms, they managed to convince themselves that what they were doing was excusable, even justifiable. These guys are the Zyklon-B manufacturers, the guys who built the ovens, the contractors laying the pipe. They knew what they were doing, they could have opted out, but... all in a day's work, right? A buck's a buck.
What a perfect picture of the post-modern, post-human "world beyond morality". Nothing is right or wrong anymore; it's all just a mathematical equation, a cynical calculation which either comes out positive or negative. What a great illustration of the Earth we stand to inherit once we're all dispassionate, scientific apostles to reason. It'll kill a hundred thousand people? Well, yeah, but it'll also make us billions of euros. Can't make an omelette without breaking oeufs.
Remember when we blamed huge corporations for thinking like this?
I guess that's what happens when you run your country like a corporation, with a board of directors and several thousand employees and a few million shareholders. Complete with a corporate logo and a brand identity. And market penetration statistics.
So this really isn't any worse than what we most darkly suspected, but it's still infuriating to see it right there in black and white—and yet to see some people still stubbornly taking the side of these slughearted villains, pledging to the kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar that we'll reward him with all the cookies he can eat. We know they'll doggedly fight to the bitter end, because nothing's worth changing one's mind for—not even new facts coming to light. But by rights, John Kerry's entire case for the Presidency, centered now around Iraq's missing WMDs and the holy blessing of France and Russia and the UN, now revealed as Saddam's boot-licking, wholly-owned accomplices, ought to wither and die overnight.
But it won't. Not unless Bush is willing to hammer on this with every breath in his body from now until Election Day.
If Bush cannot make the point, then he deserves to lose.
Yup. If he's too squeamish to point the finger of moral righteousness squarely in the faces of those who need to be on its receiving end, then he's apparently not bothered by being mistaken for just another accomplice. He did take out Saddam, yes... he did put his money where his mouth was, and his gun is now loaded again. But he'd better not get cold feet now that he has perfect license to pull the trigger.
Looks like Bill was up late writing this; seems it was worth it:
We don’t want [9/11] to happen again.
We want to deter it from happening again.
And all of this rage and fury and spitting and tearing up of signs, all of these insults and spinmeisters and forgeries and all the rest, seem to come down to the fact that about half the country thinks you deter this sort of thing by being nice, while the other half thinks you deter this by being mean.
Exactly. See the MoveOn.org post below about how they want to spin the debate: Cheney was mean, so he sucks. Edwards was warm and charming and nice, so he rules.
Maybe if we were fighting bunny-rabbits or fields of sunflowers or an invasion of Darth Vaders that feed on wrath and hatred and use it to grow ever stronger.
But not if we're fighting people who laugh at our "tolerance" and call us weak and subhuman for it. It's not by being nicer that they'll change their minds and become nice in return. These aren't Pokémon villains; they're the reincarnations of the Nazis and the imperial Japanese, and there's only one way to deal with such people.
Once upon a time we understood that.
UPDATE: Oh, and he also covers what I and Matteo had been writing about: what is Bush's game plan? Why hasn't he told us about it? Why are we the ones tasked with keeping his September 20, 2001 speech's fire burning?
If Americans can understand how the MAD doctrine kept the world from getting nuked, they can grasp how it's more important and effective to deter people who come from a completely different universe than to please people who are already from ours.
Via Steven, who says, "Why? Why? Why would anyone DO this?"
Beats me, but I'll bet Edmund Hillary could tell you...
UPDATE: Bah! I knew I was putting my foot into it, there. It was George Mallory who said the bit about climbing a mountain because it was there. Thanks to Paul for setting me straight.
11:28 - That's some ironclad testimony right there
Here's MoveOn.org's mass mailing in response to the Cheney-Edwards debate, which most people seem to be describing as a Cheney win:
Dear MoveOn member,
We're on a roll. In last night's vice presidential debate, Dick Cheney was angry, misleading and petulant; Edwards took him on with warmth, clarity and the facts. CBS News reported this morning that Edwards "continued the Democratic ticket's winning streak," beating Cheney by 13 percentage points in a post-debate poll of uncommitted voters.[1]
Again and again, Cheney tried to mislead the public about the war in Iraq and our economic problems here at home. He even claimed that he’d never met Edwards before when he had, in public, twice. But John Edwards wouldn't let him get away with it: when Cheney tried once again to link al Qaeda and 9/11, Edwards said, "Mr. Vice President, you are still not being straight with the American people," and explained that there was absolutely no connection. We've compiled a bunch more of these misleads -- and the facts -- below. And we captured that strong rebuttal on tape: you can check it out at www.moveonpac.org.
The problem is that Cheney lies with utter conviction, so for some of the folks who are just tuning in to the presidential contest, it's difficult to tell who was fabricating and who was telling the truth. But if we all just take one of Cheney's false statements listed below and write to our local paper about it, we can debunk Cheney's distortions and demonstrate Edwards' commitment to the truth.
Never mind all the rebuttals to those "explanations", like about Iraq/al Qaeda, that followed from Cheney. Those facts don't count. But, hey, it's not like MoveOn.org is interested in being rigorous with its methods here. Who do we think they are, FactCheck.org?
Man, I ache to see what these people mail out on November 3rd.
Matteo at Cartago Delenda Est is another Silicon Valley blogger with a beleaguered-conservative bent (and a very attractive site to boot); a couple of days ago he posted some interesting thoughts about what Bush may be up to in this election season, and indeed throughout his term:
Think about it. Bush does not run a 24/7 media war machine or “permanent campaign” like Clinton did (and the Dems and MSM still do). A victory for him via such methods is not a victory at all, for himself, or the country. During his presidency he has held back. The result? It’s staring us all in the face right now. Look at the Blogosphere. Look at the renaissance of discussion, analysis, and just plain thinking that is taking place. This is politics at the “grass roots”. This is engagement, this is involvement, this is a revolution!
I was just thinking about this the other day, actually. What has he held, twelve press conferences since 2000? Part of what's so befuddling about this whole political football game that's been raging since we saw the smoking towers on TV and wondered just what the anchorpeople meant when they said this changes everything is that the level of vitriol raised against the Bush administration has gone so stunningly unchecked. How many baseless accusations against him has Bush seen fit to go on TV to refute? Why has he not given any evening addresses to defend his National Guard service? Why hasn't he explained the role of Halliburton in Iraq, giving historical context and industry statistics describing why they have the contracts they do, and just how tenuously their fortunes are connected with Cheney's? Why, for Pete's sake, hasn't he thought it necessary to explain the overall long-term strategy of the War on Terror to the American people? And how much grief and approval points could he have saved himself if only he had? If this were the Clinton era, or even the Reagan era, there'd be an explicit Administration line on every controversy of the day. There'd be no chance for anyone to write up a sign calling the president Hitler, much less convene a 150,000-strong protest in San Francisco, because he'd have taken the stage on day three to dispense a carefully worded rationale for any action that anyone might find objectionable.
That hasn't happened this Presidential term. Like, at all. And this is supposed to be a fascist dictatorship, remember, where we're all told what to think on a daily basis.
So there's next to no defense coming out of the White House for any of the actions that anyone has attacked it for, from not signing Kyoto to being in bed with the Saudis to supposedly cutting veterans' benefits to the entire strategy of the Global War on Terror, including Iraq and future political and/or military steps involved therewith. The Administration has just gone about its business, going through all the proper legislative and procedural channels and all, but leaving the American populace curiously out of the loop. And who's been left to pick up the slack here? Well, who did I just link to several times? Bloggers. Random people on the Internet with a penchant for being thoughtful and long-winded. Average Joes have taken up the task of defending the President's agenda, because he doesn't seem to have any interest in doing so himself. They've been doing the research, spending the money, and putting in the tireless effort to propound rationales and defenses for Bush that the President doesn't seem to want to issue himself—and that are, for all the analysis behind them, mostly guesses. Why is that the new standard for discourse over our nation's committed direction? Is it a good thing or a bad thing? I mean, what the hell kind of President is it who says not a single word in response when a local headquarters of his re-election campaign is sprayed with bullets?
You'd think that with the tone of the anti-Bush slogans rising in a seemingly endless crescendo, unchecked, unchalleged, there would eventually come a time when the charges the Left raises would have to be answered. But Bush isn't doing so, not even in the debates. He's backing off of the tough questions, not going for the easy kill. It's like he doesn't even care about defending his actions. We don't even know why. It could be because he doesn't believe in his own agenda himself. It could be because he sees the criticism to be a completely meaningless distraction. Or it could be because of some ingenious plan to empower individual Americans by inducting them into the political process on a completely populist level, leaving himself completely open to attack because he knows that some people will see the method in what he's doing and take it upon themselves to be his banner-bearers, voluntarily and on their own recognizance, painstakingly building up their own credibility as they go.
This last possibility seems freakishly remote. But there was once a time when we believed our government was easily capable of such intricate and century-long-lasting social engineering projects, wasn't there? Remember the CIA of the 60s? The Pinkertons? NASA? The thick-rimmed-glasses-wearing spooks to whom the guy from A Beautiful Mind reported? That's not completely gone today, is it? We know how dunderheaded the FBI has become... or is that just what they want us to think?
I don't even know what the most likely explanation for this phenomenon is; all I know is that it's extremely strange, and a little bit unnerving. It certainly explains why people like Michael Moore exist and are so popular, and yet have such an amazing lack of an irony gland as to claim their dissenting opinions are being crushed by an overbearing government enforcing a party line. The reality is so unbelievably far in the opposite direction, with near-silence coming from the White House even when it's under the fiercest attack, that it's easy to imagine that something sinister must be going on. What else can explain it?
Occam's Razor would tend to tell me that this silence isn't complete disinterest nor an intricately orchestrated conspiracy; I think it's mostly just extreme discipline and focus on the job at hand, and a refusal to involve the White House in the quagmire of the scurrilous charges raised against it, because to answer them would be to legitimize them. Even that possibility seems a bit far-fetched, though. Certainly it seems as though ignoring the Moores of the world hasn't made them go away, and so the strategy may have backfired.
I hope it's not too late. It's possible for the White House to have restored too much dignity, I suppose.
By the way, Matteo has a couple of other posts—here and here—that discuss the ins and outs of running a GOP voter-registration table in Silicon Valley. Maybe showing restraint in responding to insults is a systemic feature after all...
Wow. Via Corsair comes this charming little story of crushed dissent. South Brunswick, NJ? I was just there this weekend:
Pillai-Diaz, 33, a volunteer with the Bush campaign and an English teacher, has had a publicity picture of the First Couple hanging in her classroom since the start of the school year, she said.
The photo became an issue last week.
Parents e-mailed an assistant principal accusing Pillai-Diaz of suppressing free speech because the teacher refused to talk to pupils about why the color photo hung in the room.
"Students said, 'You like George Bush? He's killed people,' " Pillai-Diaz said. "As a rule I don't talk about my politics in the classroom."
Which you have to say these days if you're a teacher. If you don't want to lose your job, you'd better be prepared to explain yourself if you put a picture of the President up in your classroom. Or else cower and plead that it's not meant as a political statement.
This is about as close as it gets these days to the old stereotypical gym coach/civics teacher who would make you memorize the preamble to the Constitution or do thirty push-ups. I'm not convinced that this is an improvement.
Meanwhile, Michael Moore gets to post on his website about his gleeful plans for Fahrenheit 9/11 DVDs to be pirated and sent to American soldiers in Iraq so that they'll become demoralized and die and thus come home sooner... and nobody bats an eye. Indeed, they give him gold statues for it. For what in an earlier age might have been called something as gauche as giving aid and comfort to the enemy in time of war.
Pillai-Diaz told the assistant principal to take the picture down himself. Then she sought Principal Jim Warfel, who gave her an upbraiding.
"He said, 'You've caused more disruption, hatred and anger than anyone I've ever known,' " she said.
The teacher said the principal told her to "get out," so she left and headed to the South Brunswick Police Department.
That's hatred for ya. Putting up a picture of the President in your classroom. That's what gets a teacher fired these days.
I wonder what the school would say about posters of Mao or Che?
The White House-issued photo of the Bushes was pinned to a bulletin board that held portraits of George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and a copy of the Constitution.
"I wouldn't touch politics in my classroom with a 10-foot pole, but [the principal] felt I was making a political statement," said Shiba Pillai-Diaz, 33, a seventh- and eighth-grade English teacher at Crossroads South Elementary School in Monmouth Junction.
"It was meant to be a picture of the current president, nothing partisan about it," said Pillai-Diaz, a Republican mother of one who volunteered at the party's convention in Madison Square Garden.
The principal et al. are trying to get her to either take down the photo, or add a photo of John Kerry. They want to shift the point of the photo from the fact that Bush is the sitting President, to the controversy of the coming election.
She's considering this President to be a part of U.S. history, just like every other President. The people asking her to take the photo down, however, seem to be trying to erase him from history. To turn his term into a memory, and to define him only in terms of being the guy running against Kerry. To transform him into something temporary and fleeting, like Prohibition.
To say nothing of that making it into a Bush/Kerry thing would force her to have the in-class debate, which she clearly doesn't want to do. I think she's simply shocked that putting up a picture of the President in a public school classroom these days is something you have to justify, or explain, or discuss... or defend.
Dean Esmay managed to get a lengthy phone interview with Van Odell, a gunner's mate from John Kerry's unit and member of the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth. He asked questions that commenters had suggested, and really drove to the heart of the matter in a lot of key areas.
DW: If President Bush were to publicly call for your group to pull its ads and to stop campaigning against Senator Kerry, would you stop?
VO: No. No. No. We're not part of the Republican party, we're not trying to elect Bush, we're Democrats and independents and Republicans across the board. The Navy didn't send Republicans to Vietnam, they sent men.
All 60 of our group who served with Kerry in Vietnam, and the others who served there and have joined us, we want the American people to hear our story. Personally, I also want this story to be known to historians....
We're not tied to any campaign. We're a group of private citizens who've formed a 527. We're going to tell our truth to the American people up until November 2nd. We don't want his lies recorded as truth in the history books.
This is about as classy as a campaign to attack an individual person can ever be expected to be.
After all, we've all seen what their counterparts on the other side look like...
Behold the glory that is the extent to which Venture Brothers rocks.
This link (which is probably not safe for work, though nobody felt the need to add that caveat in the show) is featured as a plot point in the episode aired tonight. And of course they got the domain and, uh, fleshed it out appropriately.
UPDATE: View the source. Scroll to the bottom.
Thanks to Keith & Fred for catching that. I looked, but I neglected to scroll...
22:49 - This time it was right, it would work, and nobody would have to get nailed to anything http://www.triroc.com/wtc/
A few more random New York thoughts, after another day's worth of experiences...
Driving in the city is an adventure indeed, but it's really not that bad. Parking is even less heinously expensive than I was led to expect. See, movies and TV had shown me that all of New York's streets—the ones in Times Square in particular—were perpetually jammed with unmoving traffic, bumper to bumper and honking ceaselessly, and made up almost entirely of endless streams of taxis, private cars being all but unheard-of on the city streets. Well, now I know that the reality is quite a bit different. At any given moment, Times Square is full of a lot more people than cars. That goes for pretty much the whole part of the city that I've seen thus far: pedestrians rule the roads, which is really the major thing cars have to watch out for. Eight million people is a lot to be out and about on the sidewalks, and they've all come to know the patterns of the traffic signals down to a finely tuned science. They know exactly when a light's about to go yellow, at which time it's okay to start barreling across; and they know that as soon as one person starts the trek, you're safe to do so as well, because most cars will defer by politely hitting the brakes before they run you over, even if they have the green. (The notable exception is if a big-rig truck ends up wedged the wrong way down an alley or something and has to be backed up with the aid of several harried handlers directing foot traffic and telling the truck driver to just floor it and not worry about the idiots crossing behind him. I saw this twice, and it was fascinating enough in the first place just to imagine big-rigs in Manhattan at all. But there they were.) The sidewalks are an unrivalled exercise in high-speed collision avoidance, and one learns very quickly how to move in and out of the flow, where its eddies and currents are, and so on.
I discovered one interesting effect of having an iPod: with headphones in your ears, you give the impression of being a local—why, you're confident enough in your knowledge of the streets that you're listening to music!—which exempts you from a lot of the free tickets to comedy clubs or Falun Gong awareness flyers that people would otherwise try to press into your hands. I wondered if this, perhaps, was what accounted for the fact that I saw some three dozen iPod People walking around today alone; but on every one of these people, representing all walks of life, those telltale white earbuds led to an actual iPod held in the hand or on the belt. I swear, I have never seen so many iPods. I'd thought CapLion had to have been exaggerating when he told me how many New Yorkers had them, but he was dead-on right. Perhaps even more usefully telling is that among those people who had earbuds or headphones leading to music players of any type, the iPods outnumbered all others (chiefly disc-based players) about three to one, or perhaps more. I've never seen anything like that ratio, in any other city. Welcome to New York; here's your iPod.
Now, I might be getting a somewhat distorted picture of the city as a city, by basing my impressions of it on Times Square; but what has struck me hardest of all about it is that while the throngs of people milling through the sidewalks are quick-moving, brusque and businesslike, and while there are plenty of street artists and musicians and people selling framed art from stands on sidewalks, I didn't see a single panhandler—and, indeed, only one homeless person. I constantly felt hurried, but I never once felt nervous for my safety or that of my various possessions. This would be unheard-of in, say, San Francisco on Market Street, the closest parallel I can think of. Similarly, at midnight the sidewalks become lined with piles of garbage bags as the curbside restaurants finish cleaning up from the night of business, open up the trap-door in the sidewalk, and toss out the day's trash; but during the daylight hours, the area around Times Square has got to be one of the cleanest big-city areas I've seen. Especially considering the sheer vast number of people that pass through it on any given afternoon. The fact that the sidewalks and gutters aren't filled to overflowing with eddying soda cups and hot dog napkins turns my every preconception on its head. I'm really very impressed, and whoever can be credited with turning Times Square into this well-balanced a high-revving machine deserves accolades.
The kid who worked the ticket line for The Lion King confided tongue-in-cheekily in me and a Canadian couple behind me that the theater had put him in that job because he's so naturally anti-social; as a native New Yorker, when he says Thank you, and have a nice day to a departing customer, he's really saying I hope I never see you again; have a shitty day! We all chuckled, and I pointed out that we'd have to bear that in mind for all future occasions when service-industry people said that to us. But I never got such a vibe from anyone I encountered; from parking attendants to Jamba Juice employees to waiters, everybody seemed far more laid-back and easygoing than I was expecting. I even got into a little impromptu verbal sparring with a toll-booth operator at the Lincoln Tunnel who ended up laughing uproariously as he counted my change back to me. And I never once heard 'Ey! I'm walkin' heeah! in all my travels.
(And yes, the actual original Broadway production of The Lion King is notably better in just about all regards than either of the two other versions of it I've seen, in Toronto and in San Francisco. The actors put way more elaboration into their performances, and the sets are a good deal more involved—mostly just because since these guys have been doing it the longest, they've got every last move down to its quintessence and know just how to time things. Even when the cast isn't having their most "on" night, it's still as good a show as it gets. ...Next time I do this, I'll make sure to have plenty of advance, so I can get into a showing of Avenue Q.)
We saw Thoth in Central Park, playing his violin under a bridge. I'd seen him a couple of times before, once at a convention in LA and again at a Pride Parade in San Francisco. This was his natural habitat, and he looked at home in it.
Back to the subject of driving: the road system, particularly in the environs leading into the city, is so tangled from so many years of evolution that it's a wonder any of it has any consistency at all. There's a kind of disorienting nature to the circulating exit ramps that wind around the tool plazas, and to all the expressways with their "jug-handle" turn lanes (which turn out to work pretty sensibly, as a matter of fact) and their left-hand exits that make it impossible to simply sit in a lane and turn your brain off the way I'm used to in California. I now realize how spoiled we are out West: signage is austere, consistent, predictable; exit lanes are leisurely, always on the right, always giving you plenty of warning. Here, you've always got to be on your toes, lest the fast-lane on the left suddenly turn into an exit that leaps off a skyway bridge into Weehawken or Rahway or some other such quaintly named town, with nary a "San" or "Santa" or "Los" to be seen. I took Highway 1 back from the city tonight instead of the Turnpike, to avoid the tolls as well as to get a better view of what New Jersey looked like at street level. It's far from the industrial wasteland I'd been led to believe it was; it's quaint and charming, and you'll never fall asleep while careening down those narrow lanes trying to keep your place in line and avoid being peeled off into some exit to a town with a Chaucer-esque name that you had no intention of visiting.
Tomorrow I hit the Upper East Side for lunch at a recommended restaurant, then over to JFK to see what all the fuss over JetBlue is about. And then it's back to the wide open spaces and modestly two-story-at-most business districts of San Jose, which is going to look one hell of a lot different to me now.
The various regions of the country may be growing more similar with time; but there's still plenty of distance to go yet, and the remaining differences are so well-established and cherished by the respective locals that they'll probably be with us a long time yet. Thank goodness.
Guess what the in-flight movie was on the way up to Newark? The Day After Tomorrow.
After that set of images, laughable even if I weren't seeing them on an eight-inch screen ten feet away, was hardly sufficient to prepare me for what the real, intact, non-snow-drowned Manhattan would look like.
Driving down the West Side Highway along the water's edge from the George Washington Bridge, the overwhelming feeling I had was: frickin' unbelievable. Some cities, and I've been in a lot of big ones, make pretense of being in the same class as New York; but there's just no comparison. We're talking about an island that's wall-to-wall skyscrapers, from river to river. Every block of Manhattan is as tall and as dense as the downtown of any other city. I drove in to the parking garage a couple of blocks from Times Square, and though pictures really don't do it justice, here's one anyway:
Whatever it may have been in the past, Times Square is a theme park today, an unabashed showcase of the advertiser's art—an anti-capitalist's nightmare, the kind of thing to make scruffy bearded college sophomores clutch their faces and melt, shrieking, like the guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark. And as CapLion says, who met me there, the city's just, well, like that: it's constantly changing, always being reinvented and reimagined by each successive wave of visitors and residents. You can leave for a weekend, come back, and find that something has changed. A building has a new façade, or a bar has moved down the street, or the Times Square billboards have all been rearranged, or the Chevy's is now a Virgin Superstore...
...Or.
It's hard to know what to feel, seeing this for the first time, first-hand. It's in a state now where the impact, especially for someone who hasn't even been here recently enough to really remember what it once looked like, is dulled to the point of guilt by the neatness of the trappings, the shiny fencing devoid of memorials except for a few scattered flowers pinned to the bars, the crisp new PATH train station with an acre of spotless underground halogen-lit concrete parkland, and the inspirational messages of rebuilding and remembering and celebrating diversity and so on plastering the walls. There's a kiosk at the entrance to the station with info on the Freedom Tower, whose foundations are currently being begun in the pit that now looks like nothing so much as a benign construction site. And, well, I've got to agree with Mr. Lion who says that the ideal solution, for him, would have been to build the towers back exactly as they had been... except ten feet higher.
It's not just a psychological thing, either. This isn't San Diego, where they go out of their way to make the skyline out of buildings with significant non-90-degree elements, where buildings like the Freedom Tower and the attendant Libeskind quartz fragments wouldn't look out of place. This is New York. It's a city that, more than any other I've seen, is built of grids: firm, solid, rectilinear patterns that supported each other as they built themselves up over each other's shoulders, culminating in those two huge impenetrable blocks at the south end. Now that I've walked the streets, I know why the WTC looked the way it did: it's because Manhattan itself, the street plan, is built like a skyscraper. Tall, narrow, rectangular; the avenues the sturdy columns, the streets the lissom cross-pieces, Broadway the diagonal brace holding it all steady, and all of it anchored in a tangled root-ball of concrete in the financial district, the Village, SoHo, and everything south of Little Italy where we ate at Lombardi's, the First Pizza Place Ever (seriously, the very first pizzeria to open in the United States, the one against which all others have been subconsciously modeled, the one with the thick-cut slabs of fresh mozzarella instead of shredded cheese—mmm. But anyway...)
The Freedom Tower, in short, doesn't match anything else in Manhattan. There's nothing else around it that's diagonal, triangular, tapered, or (least of all) peters out halfway up to give way to a steel spiderweb that shams its way up to a prescribed height like the false head on an overevolved moth. It just doesn't make sense here. True, it may have been the least bad of the choices the Port Authority had to pick from; but none of the freakish postmodern proposals had the one crucial element a rebuilt WTC so desperately needed: to be more ambitious and audacious and businesslike and quintessentially New York than the original. No matter how many symbolic feet it attains at the height of its pinnacle, the Freedom Tower is going to always represent a sidelong cough and a muttered "Sorry—best we could do."
Ah well. I guess we'll get used to it. But I'm an out-of-towner, so my opinion isn't quite what I'd call "meaningful"—not in the way that one's would be who spent his whole life staring at those towers, knowing friends working high up in them, and then one day to have them erased from existence with only a gaping pit and a surgically-sterile PATH station to remember them by. I have no context by which to imagine that kind of loss, or the attendant need for justice to be done, or the inevitable frustration that the ones who carried it out are forever beyond the reach of our gavels or our fists. Mine's a loss in principle, a loss of an actor in the pop culture miasma that defines my consciousness, a loss that manifests itself in a need to reaffirm certain sureties about what this country stands for and how to fight for it. But it's all pretty empty compared to what someone would have gone through who now has to imagine those brick-paved streets buried under a foot of lung-shredding dust, every time he walks through them on the way from one mundane daily chore to the next.
But, well, I'm glad I at least got to see it for myself... I don't imagine I'll see it again while it still looks the way it does today. If New York is a microcosm of America at all—and it really is, I've got to say, as the first thing I thought when I exited the George Washington Bridge and got on the West Side Highway and saw the billboards and the names on the streets was no matter what Spalding Gray says, Manhattan is not just some island off the COAST of America; it IS America, all its commerce and energy and history all rolled into one sharp-edged gridwork that could serve as the seed for a whole new America if transplanted to another planet—then Lower Manhattan will be changed before we know it to another painting of glass and steel against the sky, and we'll have to consciously make time to reflect and remember, just as the signs exhort—because we have no time to pause or look back. There's work to do.
I've got more to see, tomorrow and part of Saturday. I haven't wrecked or lost the car yet, so I guess I'm ready for another go...