Homercles: Space Monkey Man of Tomorrow
Monday, May 31, 2004
From Cox and Forkum
My thanks to all vterans, past and present. Because of your sacrifice, I have the freedom to choose how I spend my life, without limits on what I may do, say, or think.
You have my gratitude and respect.
My thanks to all vterans, past and present. Because of your sacrifice, I have the freedom to choose how I spend my life, without limits on what I may do, say, or think.
You have my gratitude and respect.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
I'm-a the One-a
Found via Electronic Gaming Monthly magazine.
Super Mario Reloaded
Worth at least a chuckle. It's no "All Your Base," but then again, what is?
Super Mario Reloaded
Worth at least a chuckle. It's no "All Your Base," but then again, what is?
Saturday, May 29, 2004
And on a less bitter note...
Our school held its commencement ceremony this week. This was the first graduating class I've really gotten to know well, and I'm very proud of all of them.
This time of year tends to make me very introspective. Honestly, I think it's because graduation is the payoff. It's the reward for the stress and the hours. And it's also a metaphor, somewhat; endings and new beginnings and all that.
One thing that has always moved me is the performance of The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Song lyrics are generally pretty stupid (see below), but this one is special. Every graduation, it sends shivers through me. Consider these lyrics, from the arrangement performed at graduation:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
"As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free." The truth of these words is enough for me to know that we are doing the right thing.
I'm surprised some overly assertive secularist hasn't sued yet.
This time of year tends to make me very introspective. Honestly, I think it's because graduation is the payoff. It's the reward for the stress and the hours. And it's also a metaphor, somewhat; endings and new beginnings and all that.
One thing that has always moved me is the performance of The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Song lyrics are generally pretty stupid (see below), but this one is special. Every graduation, it sends shivers through me. Consider these lyrics, from the arrangement performed at graduation:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
"As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free." The truth of these words is enough for me to know that we are doing the right thing.
I'm surprised some overly assertive secularist hasn't sued yet.
A childish expression of inarticulate rage
On the way over to Dad's house last night, I saw protestors marching around downtown waving their signs.
Forget for a moment that they can't protest the war without protesting the WTO, animal testing, and whatever pet issue gets 'em all hot and bothered.
Forget for a moment the asinine protest sign messages that are gross hyperbole at best, and Noam Chomsky's hottest dirty talk at worst.
No, the thing that really chafes my chaps? It's Memorial Day weekend. They are out there, right now, doing their damndest to undermine everything we've accomplished in Iraq (and yes, we have accomplished some things. Look around at sources other than your media masters). I do not question their absolute right to speak out as they will, but I know with absolute certainty that as our collective resolve weakens, the price we'll have to pay later grows ever higher.
On the weekend we should be offering gratitude, or at the very least, the grudging admission that their sacrifice has given us so very much, these asshelmets are accusing them of gleefully committing war crimes. They weren't out last weekend, or the weekend before. No, it just HAD to be Memorial Day.
I think the best expression of boiling anger I feel would be this snippet from Korn's "Right Now." Please note that this is not an actual incitement to violence, nor is it a desire to abridge the free speech of others. It's simply an expression of absolute contempt for the willfully stupid, and rage for the damage they do.
Once again, violence is not the answer, in this case. Constructive debate is, but I don't see much of that going on, aside from the Iron Blog. So, having disclaimed, here goes:
You open your mouth again
I swear I'm gonna break it
You open your mouth again,
Oh God I cannot take it
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Right now
Can't find a way
To get accross the hate
When I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you
Right now
I can't control myself
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
Shut up!
Done venting. Feel better.
Forget for a moment that they can't protest the war without protesting the WTO, animal testing, and whatever pet issue gets 'em all hot and bothered.
Forget for a moment the asinine protest sign messages that are gross hyperbole at best, and Noam Chomsky's hottest dirty talk at worst.
No, the thing that really chafes my chaps? It's Memorial Day weekend. They are out there, right now, doing their damndest to undermine everything we've accomplished in Iraq (and yes, we have accomplished some things. Look around at sources other than your media masters). I do not question their absolute right to speak out as they will, but I know with absolute certainty that as our collective resolve weakens, the price we'll have to pay later grows ever higher.
On the weekend we should be offering gratitude, or at the very least, the grudging admission that their sacrifice has given us so very much, these asshelmets are accusing them of gleefully committing war crimes. They weren't out last weekend, or the weekend before. No, it just HAD to be Memorial Day.
I think the best expression of boiling anger I feel would be this snippet from Korn's "Right Now." Please note that this is not an actual incitement to violence, nor is it a desire to abridge the free speech of others. It's simply an expression of absolute contempt for the willfully stupid, and rage for the damage they do.
Once again, violence is not the answer, in this case. Constructive debate is, but I don't see much of that going on, aside from the Iron Blog. So, having disclaimed, here goes:
You open your mouth again
I swear I'm gonna break it
You open your mouth again,
Oh God I cannot take it
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up I'll Fuck you up!
Right now
Can't find a way
To get accross the hate
When I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you
Right now
I can't control myself
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
I Fucking hate you
Shut up!
Done venting. Feel better.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Bias? Surely you can't be serious...
Or, How I Was Reminded Why I Don't Watch the Major News Media.
Judge for yourself.
The day after Bush's most recent speech, which you may or may not have heard, since the major networks didn't deign to carry it, Good Morning America opens with a piece on the speech. The first words of the piece; indeed, the first words to escape Diane Sawyer's lips:
"Damage Control."
On CNN, they show a clip of Letterman mocking the failure of the networks to carry the speech; he said (I'm paraphrasing here) that it was an obvious choice as the future in Iraq isn't nearly so important as the season finale of Yes, Dear.
The host's reaction:
"Is there a punchline in there, somewhere?"
Gee, one would almost suspect that the networks decided not to air the speech, so they could spin it as they pleased the following day. Nah, that'd be paranoid; besides, everyone knows that the media's only interest is in The Truth.
May 24
Cardio
Time: 0:50:00
2004 total: 89:40:00
Weights + Cardio: 100 Days (56 to go)
Judge for yourself.
The day after Bush's most recent speech, which you may or may not have heard, since the major networks didn't deign to carry it, Good Morning America opens with a piece on the speech. The first words of the piece; indeed, the first words to escape Diane Sawyer's lips:
"Damage Control."
On CNN, they show a clip of Letterman mocking the failure of the networks to carry the speech; he said (I'm paraphrasing here) that it was an obvious choice as the future in Iraq isn't nearly so important as the season finale of Yes, Dear.
The host's reaction:
"Is there a punchline in there, somewhere?"
Gee, one would almost suspect that the networks decided not to air the speech, so they could spin it as they pleased the following day. Nah, that'd be paranoid; besides, everyone knows that the media's only interest is in The Truth.
May 24
Cardio
Time: 0:50:00
2004 total: 89:40:00
Weights + Cardio: 100 Days (56 to go)
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Duh
Just posted a comment to another blog. It was, IMHO, a concise yet eloquent rebuttal to the notion that all teachers are shiny happy leftybots who'd rather give out self-esteem rewards than actually teach.
I wasn't paying attention, and commented on the wrong post.
It's the blogging equivalent of walking into a room with your fly open.
I'm such a doofus.
I wasn't paying attention, and commented on the wrong post.
It's the blogging equivalent of walking into a room with your fly open.
I'm such a doofus.
And so it begins...
For the next seven days, I can expect to work around 12 hours a day, getting everything ready for the end of the year. Throw in exercise, grad parties, and familial obligations, and I'm pretty well toast by Friday.
The bright side of all this is, of course, that summer vacation is mere days away. This week, next week, and maybe a couple of days after that to get my stuff squared away at school, then finis!
May 23
Cardio
Time: 0:56:00
2004 total: 88:50:00
99 Days (57 to go)
The bright side of all this is, of course, that summer vacation is mere days away. This week, next week, and maybe a couple of days after that to get my stuff squared away at school, then finis!
May 23
Cardio
Time: 0:56:00
2004 total: 88:50:00
99 Days (57 to go)
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Scenes from a jog
Admittedly not rendered in a coherent fashion. Running does that to me.
Those little fluffy dandelion seeds lay in a thick layer across many of the lawns I trotted past, the only thing marring such immaculately maintained and charming properties. It amazed me, and still does, how so many people in this nation can afford to live in such luxury. Not Bill Gates or Saddam luxury, but more luxurious than 95% of the world could afford. Hell, my own home, my modest 1100 square foot beauty, shows a lifestyle befitting not a king, but perhaps that of a lord.
Went back down to the new development a mile or so away from home. It's still relatively empty, filled only with patches of weeds or bare ground engraved with tractor tracks. Saw some college-aged dude take his Jeep up and down the hills.
The thunderstorm that was supposed to hit never did. It bypassed us, and blew headlong into the next county without so much as darkening the sky above me.
All in all, a nice relaxing interlude in the midst of the chaos that is the end of the school year. With luck, I'll be able to catch a few hours of sleep tonight, and soldier on in the morning. Despite my students' wishes, there's still much to be done.
May 20
Cardio
Time: 0:55:00
2004 total: 87:54:00
Weights + Cardio: 98 days (58 to go)
Those little fluffy dandelion seeds lay in a thick layer across many of the lawns I trotted past, the only thing marring such immaculately maintained and charming properties. It amazed me, and still does, how so many people in this nation can afford to live in such luxury. Not Bill Gates or Saddam luxury, but more luxurious than 95% of the world could afford. Hell, my own home, my modest 1100 square foot beauty, shows a lifestyle befitting not a king, but perhaps that of a lord.
Went back down to the new development a mile or so away from home. It's still relatively empty, filled only with patches of weeds or bare ground engraved with tractor tracks. Saw some college-aged dude take his Jeep up and down the hills.
The thunderstorm that was supposed to hit never did. It bypassed us, and blew headlong into the next county without so much as darkening the sky above me.
All in all, a nice relaxing interlude in the midst of the chaos that is the end of the school year. With luck, I'll be able to catch a few hours of sleep tonight, and soldier on in the morning. Despite my students' wishes, there's still much to be done.
May 20
Cardio
Time: 0:55:00
2004 total: 87:54:00
Weights + Cardio: 98 days (58 to go)
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Well, it's over
Angel, I mean. The finale was good, and provided a nice cap to the series. It ended on kind of a cliffhanger, and I suppose I could fanwank about what happens after the fade to black, but I should probably just accept that it's over.
Pity. That was the only drama I watched on TV, and one of three shows that I considered "appointment TV." Oh well, now I have an extra hour each week with which to get a life.
May 19
Cardio
Time: 0:55:00
2004 total: 86:59:00
Weights + Cardio: 97 Days (59 to go)
Pity. That was the only drama I watched on TV, and one of three shows that I considered "appointment TV." Oh well, now I have an extra hour each week with which to get a life.
May 19
Cardio
Time: 0:55:00
2004 total: 86:59:00
Weights + Cardio: 97 Days (59 to go)
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Finality
Read a spoiler for the series finale of Angel. Kinda wish I hadn't. It does sound like a cool sendoff, though, and a good coda to an otherwise uneven season. Maybe it's best that the show is ending now, before it really dives into the crapper. (Hello, Buffy? Buffy, yes dear, I'm talking to you. We had some laughs, but you really should have stayed dead at the end of Season 5, darlin')
The school year is coming to a close, and I'm trying to balance all of the things I need to do between now and graduation. Ordinarily, I'd just make time by loafing less, but I've been invited to a lot of grad parties, and I feel like I owe it to my students to attend as many as I can. Besides, I like going to these things; they remind me that all the stress was more than worth it. Some of these students were just children when they first found themselves in my class, and now, they've grown into adults. They really do make me proud.
May 17
Cardio
Time: 0:56:00
2004 total: 86:04:00
Weights + Cardio: 96 Days (60 to go)
The school year is coming to a close, and I'm trying to balance all of the things I need to do between now and graduation. Ordinarily, I'd just make time by loafing less, but I've been invited to a lot of grad parties, and I feel like I owe it to my students to attend as many as I can. Besides, I like going to these things; they remind me that all the stress was more than worth it. Some of these students were just children when they first found themselves in my class, and now, they've grown into adults. They really do make me proud.
May 17
Cardio
Time: 0:56:00
2004 total: 86:04:00
Weights + Cardio: 96 Days (60 to go)
Sunday, May 16, 2004
It's a bloggy blog world
I just added A Small Victory and Protein Wisdom to the links. Both of these have graduated from "occasionally visit," to "must check daily."
Check 'em out. While you're at it, check out Iron Blog for sane political debate. Last week, in the inaugural match, Iron Blogger Republican (AKA Rosemary Esmay, alias The Queen of All Evil, alias Daaaaaammmmmmnnnn! Woman!) narrowly beat Ara Rubyan (lefty blogger) in Battle Rumsfeld.
This week, if my memory serves, a young conservative challenger faces Iron Blogger Democratic in Battle Gay Marriage. I look forward to reading impassioned, civil, and thoughtful debate, especially because it's not a decided issue for me yet.
I've been spending some time delving into the comments of other blogs, and there's something I feel I must clear up.
Leftys everywhere treat the Crusades like a historical black mark; which very well may be true, but I object to the argument that we evil Westerners were out to build an empire by stealing someone else's land.
Recall, please, that the Crusades were set in motion when news that Jerusalem had fallen to the Muslims. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, where have I heard that name before? Maybe it was when I was reading about Judea, you know, the nation that was there first? Promised Land of the Jews? Birthplace of Christianity? Sound familiar?
So the Crusades started, and the Western nations retook much of the land that had fallen to Islam. Then the Muslims retook the land, and then some. They've held the Middle East, and North Africa since. They even had a continental foothold in Spain, but that they could not hold.
This is what I'm getting at. Any land you can take and hold is yours. More real than even realpolitik, this is the truth. If the Western nations had been able to hold on to the Middle East, it would be theirs. But it's not. End of story.
So all of the handwringing and liberal guilt adds up to nothing. They took the land from the West, the West took it back, only to lose it again permanently. Dozens of nations have been settled or conquered by outsiders. Just about any nation you pick, someone else was there first.
So why all the guilt about the Crusades? Because the West did it. The West is evil. The west seeks to oppress all non-Western nations. The West has never contributed anything worthwhile to global society. Yadda fucking yadda.
Next time someone tries to feed you a line, do me a favor, and ask why they believe what they believe. When they answer, ask "why" again, and keep asking until you find the axioms that shape their beliefs.
Check 'em out. While you're at it, check out Iron Blog for sane political debate. Last week, in the inaugural match, Iron Blogger Republican (AKA Rosemary Esmay, alias The Queen of All Evil, alias Daaaaaammmmmmnnnn! Woman!) narrowly beat Ara Rubyan (lefty blogger) in Battle Rumsfeld.
This week, if my memory serves, a young conservative challenger faces Iron Blogger Democratic in Battle Gay Marriage. I look forward to reading impassioned, civil, and thoughtful debate, especially because it's not a decided issue for me yet.
I've been spending some time delving into the comments of other blogs, and there's something I feel I must clear up.
Leftys everywhere treat the Crusades like a historical black mark; which very well may be true, but I object to the argument that we evil Westerners were out to build an empire by stealing someone else's land.
Recall, please, that the Crusades were set in motion when news that Jerusalem had fallen to the Muslims. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, where have I heard that name before? Maybe it was when I was reading about Judea, you know, the nation that was there first? Promised Land of the Jews? Birthplace of Christianity? Sound familiar?
So the Crusades started, and the Western nations retook much of the land that had fallen to Islam. Then the Muslims retook the land, and then some. They've held the Middle East, and North Africa since. They even had a continental foothold in Spain, but that they could not hold.
This is what I'm getting at. Any land you can take and hold is yours. More real than even realpolitik, this is the truth. If the Western nations had been able to hold on to the Middle East, it would be theirs. But it's not. End of story.
So all of the handwringing and liberal guilt adds up to nothing. They took the land from the West, the West took it back, only to lose it again permanently. Dozens of nations have been settled or conquered by outsiders. Just about any nation you pick, someone else was there first.
So why all the guilt about the Crusades? Because the West did it. The West is evil. The west seeks to oppress all non-Western nations. The West has never contributed anything worthwhile to global society. Yadda fucking yadda.
Next time someone tries to feed you a line, do me a favor, and ask why they believe what they believe. When they answer, ask "why" again, and keep asking until you find the axioms that shape their beliefs.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Blogging muscles out of shape
I've been trying to write an essay on heroism and villainy. Specifically, how our movies, TV shows, and comics portray an objective reality where good fights against evil; yet the very people who create these modern myths are ass-deep in I'm okay you're okay/ America boo, everybody else yay land. Sadly, the words are not coming. Well, they are, but I'm not satisfied. I'm a little disappointed that this supposedly mighty brain of mine can't put into words what I have rattling around in my head.
Maybe it's exhaustion. I've been working like a fiend, trying to get my students to pass this term, with mixed results. Ten to twelve hour workdays, plus exercising, plus keeping up the house. Thank goodness summer is so near.
May 15
Cardio
Time: 0:52:00
2004 total: 85:08:00
Weights + Cardio : 95 Days (61 to go)
Maybe it's exhaustion. I've been working like a fiend, trying to get my students to pass this term, with mixed results. Ten to twelve hour workdays, plus exercising, plus keeping up the house. Thank goodness summer is so near.
May 15
Cardio
Time: 0:52:00
2004 total: 85:08:00
Weights + Cardio : 95 Days (61 to go)
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Monday, May 10, 2004
Another Mother's Day come and gone
Thank Goodness.
By the way: anyone know a clever way to get rid of cat pee on furniture? Resolve cleans the spot, but the odor lingers.
May 10
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total: 83:17:00
Weights + Cardio: 93 Days (63 to go)
By the way: anyone know a clever way to get rid of cat pee on furniture? Resolve cleans the spot, but the odor lingers.
May 10
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total: 83:17:00
Weights + Cardio: 93 Days (63 to go)
Saturday, May 08, 2004
Like Larry King, but even more random
Some random tidbits:
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic kicks numerous shades of ass. Seriously contemplating an all-nighter.
Today I was flipping channels and stumbled across the last Dirty Harry movie, The Dead Pool. Starring as the junkie/actor/murder victim was none other than Jim Carrey, in one of his first roles. Just goes to show: today's "that guy" could be tomorrow's million dollar man.
Yesterday I heard the word "ingenue" used in casual conversation for the first time in my life.
May 7
Cardio
Time: 1:00:00
2004 total: 81:21:00
May 8
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total: 82:19:00
Weights + Cardio: 92 days (64 to go)
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic kicks numerous shades of ass. Seriously contemplating an all-nighter.
Today I was flipping channels and stumbled across the last Dirty Harry movie, The Dead Pool. Starring as the junkie/actor/murder victim was none other than Jim Carrey, in one of his first roles. Just goes to show: today's "that guy" could be tomorrow's million dollar man.
Yesterday I heard the word "ingenue" used in casual conversation for the first time in my life.
May 7
Cardio
Time: 1:00:00
2004 total: 81:21:00
May 8
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total: 82:19:00
Weights + Cardio: 92 days (64 to go)
Friday, May 07, 2004
Log
May 5
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total:79:22:00
May 6
Cardio
Time: 0:59:00
2004 total: 80:21:00
Weights + Cardio: 90 Days (66 to go)
Cardio
Time: 0:58:00
2004 total:79:22:00
May 6
Cardio
Time: 0:59:00
2004 total: 80:21:00
Weights + Cardio: 90 Days (66 to go)
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Worked outdoors
But didn't work out. As sweaty and stinky as I am, I'm not counting mowing the lawn and weeding the garden as a workout.
Still have to add yesterday to the tally, though.
May 3
Cardio
Time:0:58:00
2004 total: 89 Days (67 to go)
Still have to add yesterday to the tally, though.
May 3
Cardio
Time:0:58:00
2004 total: 89 Days (67 to go)
Uneasy tonight
There's going to be a lot of new faces at work next school year, and a lot of familiar faces in new positions.
I know that intangibles like school climate don't mean much to outsiders, but it makes all the difference to those of us on the inside. A positive climate helps students and staff.
I'm just afraid that will change, and I don't want it to.
Doing this job, being at this building, was always my dream when I was starting out in the biz. It was the only time in my life that the reality was better than the dream.
Arg. Life was easier when I had nothing to lose.
Maybe some nice yard work will soothe me.
I know that intangibles like school climate don't mean much to outsiders, but it makes all the difference to those of us on the inside. A positive climate helps students and staff.
I'm just afraid that will change, and I don't want it to.
Doing this job, being at this building, was always my dream when I was starting out in the biz. It was the only time in my life that the reality was better than the dream.
Arg. Life was easier when I had nothing to lose.
Maybe some nice yard work will soothe me.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Tillman, Part 2
More pissing on the grave of a dead man to score political points. Thanks to Michele at Asmallvictory.net for copying this before MSNBC pulled it.
Rall, you suck. Too bad you didn't care about those poor, innocent, Iraqi civilians back when Saddam was in charge.
Asshole.
*Update* Jeff at Protein Wisdom crawls into Rall's head. You're a brave man, Jeff; "as you gaze into the abyss," and all that.
Rall, you suck. Too bad you didn't care about those poor, innocent, Iraqi civilians back when Saddam was in charge.
Asshole.
*Update* Jeff at Protein Wisdom crawls into Rall's head. You're a brave man, Jeff; "as you gaze into the abyss," and all that.
It's not obvious or anything
I caught part of GMA before work this morning. Diane Sawyer was all atwitter over the "torture" of Islamic interviews, and subsequently conducted the most insipid interview ever. While talking to the Brig. General responsible for housing enemy combatants in Iraq, Sawyer spent the entire time acting like it was Watergate, and if she asked "Is this your fault?" as many ways as possible, the Pulitzer people would soon be knocking.
Look, the treatment of the prisoners was inappropriate, and those responsible should be disciplined; other than that, the whole thing's a non-issue for me. Here's why?
1) You call that torture? I mean, really. Embarrassing, sure. Degrading, maybe. But torture? Come on.
2) The "Arab Street" threw a hissy fit about this. I wonder, where was their scorn when Americans were mutilated in the streets of Fallujah, body parts left hanging on a bridge? Wasn't that just as much an affront to human dignity, if not more so?
3) And in a related vein, it's not like the Islamists didn't hate us anyway. Sorry to be so blase about it, but everything we do pisses them off; so, if making a few prisoners run around naked makes them talk, thereby shortening the war, then so be it. It's not like we had a wellspring of goodwill to begin with.
May 1
Cardio
Time: 0:57:00
2004 Total: 77:26:00
Weights + Cardio : 88 Days (68 to go)
Look, the treatment of the prisoners was inappropriate, and those responsible should be disciplined; other than that, the whole thing's a non-issue for me. Here's why?
1) You call that torture? I mean, really. Embarrassing, sure. Degrading, maybe. But torture? Come on.
2) The "Arab Street" threw a hissy fit about this. I wonder, where was their scorn when Americans were mutilated in the streets of Fallujah, body parts left hanging on a bridge? Wasn't that just as much an affront to human dignity, if not more so?
3) And in a related vein, it's not like the Islamists didn't hate us anyway. Sorry to be so blase about it, but everything we do pisses them off; so, if making a few prisoners run around naked makes them talk, thereby shortening the war, then so be it. It's not like we had a wellspring of goodwill to begin with.
May 1
Cardio
Time: 0:57:00
2004 Total: 77:26:00
Weights + Cardio : 88 Days (68 to go)
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Got myself unstuck
Turns out there was a scripted event that was supposed to happen that didn't. I think I accidently killed the little guy that was supposed to open a door for me. So, I replayed the game from the beginning, and voila!
Saturday, May 01, 2004
