“I intend to leave, after my death,  a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea but  I am skeptical as to it’s results.” -Alfred Nobel

In May 2008 Irena Sendler died.

During WWII Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a plumbing/sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive.

She knew what the Nazi’s plans for Jews were. She smuggled infants out in the bottom of her tool box and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, for larger kids. She also had a dog in the back of her vehicle that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the any noises the children made.

Over the course of time ( every day being a risk to her life ), she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs, her arms, and beat her nearly to death.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the children she smuggled out of the ghetto and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived to reunite the family. Most had been gassed. Those with no surviving relatives she helped to place into foster family homes or adoption.

In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize.

She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.

In the immortal words of Kurt Vonnegut:

“And so it goes.”

irena sendler

irena sendler

I’ve always found it interesting that the same people who always decry “the system”, “the man” (whomever he may be) and “the pigs”, are almost without exception the very same people who are always clamoring for new laws.

Every time some tragedy, or near tragedy, occurs in some part of the country there is the inevitable cry from the soapboxes of “if only” and “never again”. Both sound nice, but are utterly meaningless. If only what? We had another law in place for the offender to break? Never again how?

Last year there was a case involving free speech and hate in Canada that went nearly unnoticed down here in the U.S. A political columnist and author (as well as a magazine his book was excerpted in) were accused by a Muslim group of hate speech and incitement of hatred. There are many interesting things about this case, but the pivotal point was something that should make people who live in supposedly free countries cringe.

I read the book in question “America Alone” in which author Mark Steyn basically makes the argument that while radical Islam attempts to conquer the west, the west in it’s own way, is helping them by not having any children. The recently fashionable 1 child at forty couple and the many who decide not to have any, are decimating the populations of Europe. All radical Islamists really have to do is move into more and more countries and sit around. In another 50 years there might not be anyone left to bomb.

The part that should make people cringe is this: The charges that were brought against the author and the magazine did not need any legal basis of proof. Under “human rights” codes, pretty much anyone can be brought up on charges for saying almost anything. The facts Mr. Steyn used were never called into question. The book was never alleged to be lies. In fact, the facts  were deemed inadmissible as a defense. The Canadian Human Rights Commission and associated Tribunal,  had never before heard a case where the accused was acquitted, and for good reason. Under the CRHC codes, hate speech is so broadly defined as to prove anyone de facto guilty by reason of someone being offended enough to bring suit in the first place.

Mark Steyn and McCleans magazine were eventually the first ever defendants not acquitted, but who’s case was dropped, simply because they used their high profiles to bring so much attention to the case as to outrage Canadians.

Since then the CRHC,  and associated administrations have been working overtime to try and make some sort of rational argument for their existence. As is usual, the lyric gets somewhat tortuous and difficult to follow. Recently they published a report that drew this rather spot-on retort from Mr. Steyn:

“The Canadian “Human Rights” Commission has now published its report, Freedom Of Expression And Freedom From Hate In The Internet Age.

That title is itself quite revealing. “Freedom of” denotes a genuine human right: Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of movement. “Freedom from” (with the exception of “freedom from government control”) denotes not a human right but a massive government enforcement regime: “Freedom from hate” is an especially repugnant concept to a free society, since “hate” is a human emotion and the degree of state policing required to “free” a society therefrom is by definition totalitarian. No one has the right to be “free from hate”.

Freedom is messy.

If you want freedom from your parents you move out of their house. You pay your own way, make your own decisions and make your own mistakes. In a broader sense, if you want to be free as an individual you can’t be free <i>and</i> have Big Brother government there to help you pay your bills, and rock you to sleep in it’s arms when you feel like the whole thing is just too big. The more of a safety net you expect the government to provide, the more easily you yourself get tangled up in it. Government of any form is, by nature, intrusive.

A couple of years ago I had this debate with a Polish woman who had lived in the communist version of Poland. She knew first hand just how controlling big, helpful governments can be.  Oddly, though, she wasn’t giving an inch to this whole American ideal of freedom.

“In communist Poland,” she said to me “I could go where I want at night to be with my friends. Here, you can’t go to the park after 10:00 or they arrest you. Where is this freedom you always talk about. I don’t see it.”

Doh.

Right you are. We have become so comfortable with the idea of Big Benevolent Brother looking out for our best interests, that no one seems to notice just how much say he has in our everyday lives and affairs.

Every time some crime hits the news, or some politician runs for office we cry out for help and then lap it up right along with the manacles. Someone needs to explain to me how in the supposedly freest country the world has ever seen we have, of our own will,  traded so much ineffective, useless, protection for so much basic human freedom that  I can’t even walk in the park after 10:00pm with some cute commie babe.

Seriously. Help me out here.

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From yesterday’s New York Times:

“In an interview with Laura Haim on Canal Plus, a French television station, Mr. Obama noted that the United States also could be considered as “one of the largest Muslim countries in the world.” He sought to downplay the expectations of the speech, but he said he hoped the address would raise awareness about Muslims.”

From actual reality:

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Note that “other” is actually a far larger cross section of religious peoples in the U.S.

If I can do this kind of research in something like 25 seconds, who the hell is advising our Dear Leader? I think he needs to fire his teleprompter.

hat tip; Moonbattery.com

Capitalist monkeys on lunch break

I remember, a very long time ago, I had an argument with a woman (whom I now forget) concerning the idea of making people work for their welfare check. I don’t remember what preposterously bold New Jersey politician had brought up this non-starter of an idea but, with New Jersey’s history of non-starter politicians and accompanying ridiculous stances, it could literally have been anyone.

What’s remarkable about this idea is not so much that it takes very little argument to completely take it apart, but that it appeals to neither liberals or to conservatives.  “What?!” You yell at your computer monitor. “You conservatives would love that idea.” Not so, Joe.

The problem with this idea is emblematic of the very problems that exist at the core of the liberal belief system. Liberals (and I use the term broadly) tend to lean toward a more socialist model for society. One in which they envision people being more naturally equal in so much as material goods and government services go. This is not a preposterous idea on its face. The idea that no one is left without food or shelter while others have more than they know what to do with is a very noble way to feel about the organization of society. The problem I have with that notion is that socialist, and communist governments tend to fail badly at keeping this promise for the reason that it goes directly against human nature.

Making someone work for his welfare check seems like a good idea until you become that someone. The specific employment proposed by this forgotten politician was to put people to work on the highways. There are, of course, thousands of other things you could have someone doing but since I’m not trying to write a novel on the subject, I’ll concentrate on this one.

As most of us know, when you go into a job like patching holes or paving highways, you fall into the hierarchical structure and head straight to the bottom. The new guys are the ones who have to earn their keep, and do most of the grunt work. People who maintain the highways (at least in the Garden State) make a pretty good living, too. They have job security, benefits, and a decent paycheck including overtime for night and weekend work. So what happens when you throw a whole bunch of guys into this mix because you think they should work for their welfare check?

Well, they become the hardest workers, and derive the least amount for their work. They would get paid far less, while still having to go to the store with food stamps (or the modern equivalent of that being the swipe card), not be able to buy the things that they want with most of the money, since the swipe card limits your purchases to certain approved food items, and not have the same benefits either.

I hardly call that a fair and equitable system.

So what? Some of the hard-line right-wingers might ask. Or, liberals might ask on their behalf. If you’re going to get paid from the government why not make them work for the government? In principal, again, I don’t have a problem with this. But principal rarely plays out in practice because no matter how you want things to work, they only work in one way and that is Mother Nature’s way.

As the subtitle of this blog suggests, I am not a particularly religious person. I respect anyone else’s right to believe as they see fit, and admit that I am hopefully agnostic, but am hard pressed to ignore the massively intuitive and scientific evidence in favor of evolution. Either way, as with most matters, belief systems are largely moot. You can look at the evolutionary process as either a random, happy accident, or the work of a divine creator. It matters not to the discussion at hand. The fact is that human beings are animals, same as all of the others on this planet. Despite our intellectual abilities, we still have instincts, which will not be denied.

While many conservatives have no particular love for Richard Dawkins, I have found much of his science sound. Personally, I think that he’s a butthole, but that’s beside the point. In his book, “The Selfish Gene”, Dawkins lays out, in minute, droning, detail the theory that people are basically selfish for reasons that date back to our earlier evolutionary stages, and can be observed throughout nature today. Those of us that read the covers of books first would not be surprised by this. If I have any problem with “The Selfish Gene” it is that it conveys little that is new. We can all see, simply by observing nature and other people that this is true. We might not wish it to be true for ourselves but, if it isn’t, I submit that there is something wrong with you.

Animals, and therefore people, have evolved this sense of selfishness for survival purposes. In the most basic sense, he who gets the most food lives. He who gets the most mates, passes his genes on. Those who do not, perish: both literally and figuratively. It’s not surprising then that socialism and communism when seen in practice hold little for anyone aside from those who wind up in power. It is against human nature to make people share. There are a great many generous people in this world, but you tend to find them in the freest societies. I don’t mind giving of my time or my money, but I do mind being told to do so.  And, if the government has mandated how much I can make, and how much I can keep so as to take care of the poor, I’ll be damned if I do anything more than that.

Right now, it is estimated, that the policies of the new Obama administration will have the effect of creating a country where 50% of the people do not pay taxes at all. Those that do, naturally, will be paying a lot more taxes. How does that work? We are being told that this is the “fair” way of doing things. Those who have little should pay little or, in this case, nothing. That sounds fair. A flat tax, however, would be actually fair. If everyone paid a 15 or 20% tax, that would be fair. 20% of a million is a hell of a lot more than 20% of fifteen thousand, and you wouldn’t pay anything if you didn’t make anything.

People find ways around this sort of thing, they always do. They start dealing exclusively in cash, finding loopholes, and turn to illegal business activities. People are clever, and they don’t like to be told what to do and when. The more restrictive the laws, the more people find ways around them. This is never good for the economy as a whole.

Since I have mentioned these conditions as unnatural, as an example, the Georgia State University in Atlanta recently conducted some behavioral testing on monkeys. This research was published in National Geographic, and the results are not at all surprising:

“In recent tests designed to assess monkeys’ sense of fairness, a group of brown capuchin monkeys “went on strike” and refused to perform routine tasks when they saw others receiving greater rewards for the same tasks.

The more effort the primates used to earn a reward, the more upset they appeared to be at the inequity, according to scientists who conducted the research.

“In human terms it doesn’t matter how hard you have to work for a million dollars,” said lead researcher Sarah Brosnan of Georgia State University in Atlanta.

“But there’s a pretty low cutoff point on what you’ll do for five.”

This is socialism in action. How long are people going to go to work everyday, bust their hump, and get robbed by the government while their neighbors stay home and watch Oprah? It’s not as if there is no issue about this right now, increasing this disparity would seem to me, counter-productive. I know many liberal friends of mine that would see this as an example not of socialism, but capitalism. Wherein the real nature of the monkey / human response lies in the question of the “haves” and the “have-nots”. The monkeys, however only got angry when another monkey got more than they did for doing the same task. I don’t do the same sort of work as the president of a bank or major international corporation. I don’t expect to get paid the same as he does. I do, however, have a problem with doing the sort of work that I do, getting paid very little, and still having to support those who do nothing of benefit to society.

A capitalist economy might seem a greedy, selfish, environment. People who lean toward socialism think we should be above that. Take care of your fellow man, etc. But, it’s unnatural and unsustainable. People WILL take advantage of a situation. It’s in our nature to take what we can get and to gather the most advantage with the least amount of effort. Make it easier to do less, and a whole lot more people will do a whole lot less. Those of us who are more motivated, and want more than government handouts have to offer, will not be easily dissuaded from finding ways around onerous taxes and regulations.

Free markets and capitalism have the advantage of being in line with human instinct. There’s the world, go out and take it. By succeeding at doing this, the “alpha humans” create wealth, jobs, technology, better medicines, etc.

I once, peripherally, knew a gynecologist on the east coast. He was held in some regard in his field for having developed different surgical instruments and procedures that reduced the risks of childbirth. He was also an insufferable egomaniac who went everywhere in scrubs lest someone not know he was a doctor, and has two Porches. So what? This guy did a lot more for this world, particularly women, than I ever have and probably ever will. Let him have his ego and his money. He earned it.  It’s the guy down the street hanging out with a 22oz bottle of beer on the porch all day getting his rent paid for while I break my ass and barley make the bills that pisses me off. Why shouldn’t I go on welfare as well or, at least, find ways around paying taxes and fees just so that I know I’m not personally working to support him?

People won’t do that forever. Monkeys won’t do it at all.

We are the borg,..

We are the borg,..

The backlash from dear leaders coming failure is going to be immense.

We have all heard a lot of talk in the last couple of decades concerning the advantages of “higher education”. So much so that acceptance of the idea as a positive if not necessary step on a person’s life journey goes nearly unquestioned.

I have read a few opinion pieces and there are actually books in existence which challenge this theory, but they are few and far between and certainly do not seem to merit much in the eyes of most popular media. I wouldn’t hold my breath, for example, until I read even a passing favorable mention, let alone a positive review of such a book, column, speech, or blog in a venerable old institution such as the New York Times.

One should not be surprised at this, though. As a former commercial artist I can attest to the attitude that exists out there, particularly in the niche-driven bizzaro-world culture that calls itself the art community. It should be obvious to anyone, whether they posses artistic abilities or not, that college cannot teach a person how to draw. There is no educational institution that has the ability to bestow talent of any sort. While I agree with the idea that college has things to offer in the way of applying oneself to a deadline and working collaboratively, I fail to see why I cannot acquire these skills on my own for less than eighteen thousand dollars a semester. After all, the proofs of an artist’s skills lie in his portfolio, not a liberal arts degree.

It’s not only the fault of colleges that do, after all, have something to sell and therefore actively promote this theme, but in the college graduates themselves. To draw stills for an advertising company, by way of example, you have to speak to a person whose specialty is hiring artists. This person is not an artist himself, mind you, but someone that has spent four years and tens of thousands of dollars to be able to appreciate art and get this job. Therefore who are you to come into his neatly appointed office after sitting patiently near the rhododendrons in the lobby[1] with your only artistic qualifications being that you are a very good artist? They had to slog their way through a very expensive four-year drunken orgy in order to get where they are and you had better be in just as much debt when you come in to see them.

I have several problems with this attitude, not the least of which is the apparent quality of the supposedly “higher education” being offered. If I wanted to study American History, I could go to the library and read literally hundreds of volumes from vastly different points of view. If that was not enough to satisfy my curiosity, the bookstores are jammed with even more of them. I could make the study of American History my life’s passion, and be far better read on the subject than anyone who took it in college in less time and essentially for free. I am not someone who needs a professor to tell me what I just read, either. In fact, there is little that infuriates me more than the introductions to classic books by one bore-soaked professor of English literature or another. I can read the book and understand it the same as they did, without penning an essay that rivals the length of the book itself afterward. These guys remind me of the loser drunk at the bar that, when someone mentions they like a song that just came on the jukebox, feel the need to yell out repeatedly that “I played it! I played this!”: As if he wrote and performed it instead of just feeding a dollar into the machine and managing the right sequence of buttons.

There is also the political indoctrination aspect of the college experience that I can do without, thank you very much. This is why professors examine literature (and everything else) in great detail, and write those horrific introductions and afterwards. If they don’t explain what you just learned, you might go out there and start thinking for yourselves and, we can’t have any of that.

So it is, too, that elementary and high school has become the same way. I feel very strongly that if our public school teachers would be a tad more fastidious in the areas of reading, writing, and arithmetic, that most people wouldn’t even need college. Colleges, at least, wouldn’t need to have refresher courses in the basics of education.

I say all this because I have met a lot of frustrated and angry people in my life and, it seems to me, that most of them are only frustrated and angry in the first place because they lack basic communication skills. The person who is perpetually misunderstood is likely to have all sorts of problems. They are also, apparently, very likely to blame everyone within their sphere of awareness for not taking the time to understand them, rather than themselves for not taking the time to be understood. If school failed you, as it has failed many, that is certainly the fault of your school. What happens after school, is in your power, however, and up to you.

I used to, occasionally, surf my way through public profiles on Myspace for the sheer entertainment value. I’m not too old to understand that people use computer and text-based slang now, unlike when I was in school, and so I can forgive words like Lols and roflmao, but the sheer unadulterated level of ignorance is astounding. I read an aside on one young lady’s blog where she mentioned having come across the definition of a word she thought she understood but apparently did not, and how that had affected her understanding of something that she read. She went on to wonder how many other words and phrases she might have misconstrued. That’s an excellent question, and I hope she set out to discover the answer. While it’s certainly frustrating to be misunderstood, not being able to understand everyone else on top of that puts you in a very difficult position, to be sure.

As is probably obvious, I am not a professional writer. I also do not posses as wide and rich a vocabulary as I would like. That being said, I can usually get my meaning across to most people with a minimum of confusion, depending on whom I am talking to. When I come across people who have very limited skills in this area, they sometimes get angry at me tossing out a five dollar word or two, (I feel anything more expensive should be reserved for novels) as if I am talking down to them, without taking into consideration that sometimes a general, everyday word just wont do. If you can be specific, be specific and avoid the inevitable confusion.

People are too willing to be accepting of every little thing these days. I don’t accept another persons’ ignorance as either my fault or something to be coddled. I never learned to spell properly in school and, as a result, I have spent a lot of time re-learning in this area, as well as vocabulary. I got tired of being misunderstood and looking foolish when I wrote something. I’m not there yet, and probably never will be, but I’m in much better shape than I was, and I simply can’t pity anyone who refuses to put forth the same effort. When I get an email from someone who can’t communicate any better than an African princess who is in need of my help to recover millions of lost family money, I erase it.

There is no point in trying to converse with someone who lacks both the ability to express themselves and the willingness to try.


[1] Actual experience I had in New York City many years ago. I arrived for an appointment at a very prestigious advertising agency and was asked to “have a seat near the rhododendrons” by the nice receptionist who had, for some reason, her own business card which, for some other reason, she gave me.

Thanks to Sean Gleeson you no longer have to spend time reading  irritating leftist opinion pieces to site opposing views to your own writings.

Also, the Autorantic Virtual Moonbat can be placed prominently on your blogs, so that your liberal readers no longer have to click over to the Democratic Underground or Huffington post to get a tired, pre-formatted mantra to leave as a comment. They can now simply copy and paste the part(s) of your blog they don’t like into the chat bar and get a tired, pre-formatted mantra right there.

He also has a version that fits comfortably into your sidebar.

This is excellent work, and I look forward to a newer, even more improved version, that simply shuts down any venue deemed dangerous to the party line. I believe Google is already working on that one, though.

The Transmission of my Discontent

The Transmission of my Discontent

Changing the clutch in my own truck, in the street, in January.

Manliness level – Possible 5

Actual outcome – 2.5

After the aggravating circumstance of the pickup I had only bought two months ago not actually going anywhere when I put in gear became too much, I almost took it to a shop. I very nearly came dangerously close to calling a mechanic Christmas day when the problem become so bad that it would not even hold the truck still when parked. This issue was exacerbated by the additional fact of the emergency brake not working. So, after departing the local gas station with two packs of cigarettes and a bargain bottle of bourbon (Merry Christmas to me, Hey! Thanks, me!) and finding my truck wedged against a telephone pole which had stopped it from going into traffic, I loaded up my presents and made up my mind to do something about it.

This was not an easy thing to do. First of all, I have never changed a clutch before. Second, I was absolutely positive that whatever parts I was going to need were going to cost money. This is a problem. Unfortunately for me, the statements of some of my detractors about me being on the payroll of big oil are disappointingly false. I am, instead, on the payroll of someone far less liberal with his companies’ capital than Exxon is rumored to be.

So it happened that after about three weeks of scraping together some cash, and assembling the necessary parts and tools, I found myself on my back under a truck perched on two jack stands on a 30 degree grade with traffic tearing by in the cold gray dawn of a January morning.

By around noon, things were looking incredibly manly, indeed. I was not only up to my elbows in grease and transmission fluid, but was slurping a cup of disgusting gas station coffee whilst I reflected on my progress. Thus far I had removed the drive shaft, u-joints, transmission, pressure plate and clutch. Before grabbing my coffee I had started on the re-assembly as far as having changed the clutch assembly, and throw-out bearing. This with more than four hours of light left.

At any moment it was entirely possible that, sensing the John Wayne-like  vibe I was emanating into the man-verse, Chuck Norris might call.

“What’s up, Chuck?” I would ask, in a comfortable, masculine tone. “Me? Just changing the clutch in the ol’ Chevy you know, nothing big. Yea, by myself.  Yea,.. Totally cool.”

After the coffee however, the trade winds began to blow in the wrong direction. The transmission stubbornly refused to go back into place for what seemed like 3 or 4 days because of which my mood and demeanor had changed markedly. I was now stuffed up under the truck trying every which angle for leverage and channeling Happy Gilmore with the golf ball in this case being represented by the uncooperative and increasingly heavier transmission.

“Why won’t you go HOME?!” I yelled at the offending object while several neighbor children looked around in fear and confusion.

Before darkness fell, however, the transmission was back in and although I was not going to be able to finish completely that day, there was still Sunday to tie up the loose ends and go for a well-earned drive, preferably someplace with liquor.

I gathered my tools, wiped them down, accounted for all of the nuts, bolts, sockets and other assorted testosterone inducing nonclamenture, before popping the key in the ignition and hearing what sounded like a platoon of armored ferrets being ground up in my bell housing.

I calmly turned the truck off, and went inside to get drunk.

Two weeks later, the truck was in a friend’s garage, and I proceeded to take everything back apart again to find that I had re-installed the clutch fork backwards. After fixing this, and putting everything back together (without any spare parts, thank you very much) I started the truck once again to find that I had not bolted the exhaust back up correctly so that, while the ferrets were gone, the ghost of Fred Sanford had, apparently, come to take their place.

Good enough. I can handle the noise for a little while at least until I can replace the alternator, which seized up three days later.

Profiles In Extreme Manliness
Sgt. John taking the fight to the enemy

Sgt. John taking the fight to the enemy

Gunnery Sergeant John Basilone 1916 – 1945

Manliness level – Legendary

From arlingtoncemetery.net:

“John Basilone was born in 1916 in Buffalo, New York, one of 10 children of Salvatore and Dora Basilone. Reared and educated in Raritan, New Jersey, he gained local attention as a light-heavyweight boxer. He enlisted in the Army when he was 18 and served in the Philippines, where he picked up the nickname “Manila John.” He was honorably discharged in 1937, but, anticipating World War II, he enlisted in the Marines in July 1940.

On October 24-25, 1942, Sergeant Basilone was in charge of two sections of heavy machine guns defending a narrow pass to Henderson Airfield on Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands. Although vastly outnumbered, he and his fellow Marines checked the assault by the Japanese. For that, Sgt. Basilone was awarded the Medal of Honor and sent back to the states to appear at war-bond rallies. He toured the country and met Hollywood starlets. His picture made the cover of Life magazine.

But Sergeant Basilone was unsatisfied back home and volunteered to return to combat, ending up at Iwo Jima. Under heavy artillery fire on February 19, 1945, he singlehandedly took out an enemy blockhouse. Minutes later, he and four others in his platoon died in an artillery blast. Sergeant Basilone was posthumously awarded the Navy Cross and Purple Heart, making him the only enlisted Marine in World War II to receive all three medals.

His body later was reburied at Arlington National Cemetery. A life-size bronze statue depicting him in battle dress and cradling a machine gun was erected years later in Raritan, his hometown.

I wouldn’t know what else to add.

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