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Thursday, March 31, 2005

13 Days
Enrobed in darkness
Hunger, thirst for righteousness
I am emptied out
One Answer

The Answer
by Rudyard Kipling

A Rose, in tatters on the garden path,
Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,
Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush
Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush.
And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun,
Had pity, whispering to that luckless one,
"Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well --
What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?"
And the Rose answered, "In that evil hour
A voice said, 'Father, wherefore falls the flower?
For lo, the very gossamers are still.'
And a voice answered, 'Son, by Allah's will!'"

Then softly as a rain-mist on the sward,
Came to the Rose the Answer of the Lord:
"Sister, before We smote the dark in twain,
Ere yet the stars saw one another plain,
Time, Tide, and Space, We bound unto the task
That thou shouldst fall, and such an one should ask."
Whereat the withered flower, all content,
Died as they die whose days are innocent;
While he who questioned why the flower fell
Caught hold of God and saved his soul from Hell.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

The Over 35 (a short story)
Softball sign-up sheets are up in offices and churches for the coming season. If you've ever played softball and felt like you've lost a step getting down the first base line, here's a story of an important twilight game with play-off (and other) implications.

(excerpt)
...The Over 35, geez. We used to joke about that, and make fun of those guys at tournaments. We’d bitch about it when they were on a better field or playing at a better time than us as if the good fields and the good playing times should be reserved for the real softball players. “Over 35,” we’d say. “Is that their age or their waist size?” Of course, my own waist size is now closer to 40 than I am, and my double-knits have crossed over that fine line between snug and tight, but the Over 35? A cold, bony finger starts picking at something deep inside me.

I play first base now; the outfield literally and figuratively behind me. The green grass of youth replaced by the dirt and rocks where I now stand, the turf uneven from the footprints of all who have come before me.

In the outfield the other team is always just a distant threat, almost impersonal. You don’t see their faces, you just watch the ball and run it down and throw it back in while they either circle the bases or turn and jog back to their bench. At first base they come close. I see their faces, the fire in their eyes, the flare of their nostrils. I can hear them, smell them as they stand at my back, kicking dirt, waiting for the next play. When the throw and my stretch beat them to the bag they don’t act discouraged. They snort as if it’s only a matter of time. “Next time,” they seem to say. “Next time, old man...”


Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Heart of Lightness: Boston Globe Studies Evangelical Hottentots
Thanks to Hugh Hewitt, you may have already heard about the article in today's Boston Globe where an intrepid reporter was sent into the wilds of an evangelical enclave in Ohio to explore the mysteries of a family that tries to live out its faith.

The article is actually pretty good and it doesn't appear the reporter set out to try and make the family look foolish. Globe readers may find some of the revelations shocking but the family sounded pretty normal to me. Then again, I don't live in Massachusetts.

Still, I do kind of wonder why the Globe sought out this story. It really had the feel of a National Geographic exploration of a foreign culture. I half-expected some Jane Goodall type of narration along the lines of "I carefully approached the alpha male, my head bowed in biblical submission..." or Marlin Perkins saying "I waited in the boat while Jim wrestled with the family over the Theory of Evolution."

And now I'm picturing some Bostonian putting down his newspaper and saying, "Good heavens, Muffy, these primitives care more about what the Bible says than what Jacques Chirac thinks of us."

Actually, the Globe wasn't that original in this approach. I remember the Night Writer had this post earlier about an interview the Strib did with an author by the name of James Ault, Jr. who spent three years observing an evangelical community and made it back alive.

If this keeps up, people are going to start thinking Christians are nice people.
Norma Faith: No Union Now!
Today's StarTribune reports that the United Food and Commerical Workers is targeting Target, in particular the new Super Target under construction in West St. Paul. The Super Target is going in on the site where a smaller Target stood - and where my oldest daughter, Faith, worked until the store closed to make way for the new building.

An international labor union that has launched organizing drives at Wal-Mart is now taking aim at Target Corp.

The United Food and Commercial Workers has been quietly laying the groundwork for a major organizing campaign at Target's store in West St. Paul, which the union hopes will become the first of Target's 1,330 stores to unionize.

Over the past five weeks, the union has distributed hundreds of leaflets to West St. Paul residents claiming that Target pays substandard wages and health benefits to its workers. And Monday, UFCW Local 789 in St. Paul issued a statement protesting the $731,000 in local tax breaks that Target received to redevelop the West St. Paul store.

The goal is to create a groundswell of opposition to Target before the West St. Paul store reopens this fall as a SuperTarget, said Bernie Hesse, a union organizer with Local 789 of St. Paul, which represents 7,500 workers in the Twin Cities area.

"We want to have people in those stores, organizing, on the day it opens and we want the [West St. Paul] community to support us," he said.

Target spokeswoman Paula Thornton-Greear said that the company offers a wage and benefit package that is "among the best in the retail industry" and that workers don't need a union. "We don't believe that a union or any third-party representative would improve anything, not for our team members, guests or the company," Thornton-Greear said.

Faith loved working there as a cashier and made a lot of friends among her co-workers, many of them teen-agers such as herself. From the stories she told around the dinner table it sounded like a place where they had a lot of laughs and she liked her supervisors. Whatever they put in the bug juice at the snack bar must have been effective because she now refuses to set foot in the new WalMart that opened just a couple of blocks away from the Target site.

Her starting pay for her first ever job: $7.25 an hour. (Well above the minimum wage, by the way, but that's a post for another day).

No health benefits, but this wasn't an issue since (as much as she may hate to admit it) she's still a dependent and is covered under the benefits from my (non-union) job. She liked the flexibility of her part-time hours and says she thought the 401k plan was nice but not something she was interested in (her immediate goals were saving for her education expenses).

She was there to make some money, not to make a living, and I'd say she found her exploitation acceptable and a fair exchange that fit her current needs and interests - and probably those of many of her co-workers. Target understands this and offers whatever market-based wage and benefits package is required to attract employees. The key word there is "attract" employees, inferring that these workers are happy to accept the jobs rather than take them by force, which seems to be the attitude of the union.

You can use the link to read the entire story and see the adversarial approach the UFCW is already planning and its desires for "a groundswell of opposition to Target before the West St. Paul store reopens this fall." Oh yeah, getting the local community upset with the store sounds like that's good for jobs. And what do they think the community's reaction will be if they have to pay higher prices out of the money left over from their paychecks when the politicians the unions support raise taxes? Did I mention there is a WalMart two blocks away?

Unlike my daughter, I've visited this huge WalMart several times and it usually seems to be full of shoppers unmortified by WalMart's policies. I even have friends and neighbors working there, and they don't appear as if they've been lobotomized. I think most folks around here can appreciate a fair wage and prices that make that wage go further, and aren't looking for an international union interposing itself on local transactions.

Of course, that's my long-winded analysis. When I asked Faith what her reaction to the thought of having "her" Target store unionized, I got one of those teen-aged snorts of angst and derision that I can't even begin to spell for you.
Latest Right Wing, Reactionary Evangelicals Opposed to Killing Terri Schiavo
Lanny Davis, Ralph Nader, Tom Harkin, Nat Hentoff, Mark Dayton and Jesse Jackson.

See ya at the prayer meetin', guys.

Monday, March 28, 2005

This looks familiar
Didn't I just do this?

Mr. Incredible
Which Incredibles Character Are You?

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Imagine that, I'm Mr. Incredible! It's the Minfidel, however, who needs to try and keep from being sued.

Go ahead and take The Incredibles(TM) quiz (HT: Michelle Malkin), but if you really want to know what your supernatural powers are, go to the Filings link above.
Let's See What Else is in the News, Shall We?
The Night Writer is busy working on something...I think he's filling out his "Quality of Living" Will, so I'm going to take this opportunity to look around and see what else is making news in the world.

Oh, here's a headline on CNN: "As Killer Gunman Approached, Teacher Prayed." What? Guns and prayer in schools? I bet somebody's going to get sued.

BEMIDJI, Minnesota (AP) — English teacher Neva Rogers finally had found a place where she felt needed, where she could give opportunities to poverty-stricken children who struggled with teen pregnancies, drugs and alcohol.

That place was Red Lake High School, where she died in a school shooting last week. While students crouched under their desks in a corner, Rogers stood out in the open and began to pray.

"God be with us. God help us," 15-year-old Ashley Lajeunesse heard Rogers say after she told students to hide as gunman Jeff Weise fired through a window and marched into the room.

Hmmm, just a thought, but I wonder what might have happened if there had been more guns and more prayer in the school that day? I'm not saying, but I'm just saying, you know? I'm sure the Supreme Court knows Rights from what's right and wouldn't needlessly put defenseless people at risk of death.

I see Time magazine has an article about the Red Lake shootings as well: "The Devil in Red Lake."

The teacher spoke up. "God be with us," said Rogers. Provoked, the gunman shot her. He then aimed at another student, Chon'gai'la Morris, and asked, "Do you believe in God?"

"No," came the answer. The gunman turned away and found other targets, shooting and killing Dewayne Lewis, Thurlene Stillday, Chanelle Rosebear and Alicia White as they huddled on the floor. He left the room and exchanged fire with police officers, who were advancing down the hallway. Retreating into Rogers' classroom, he yelled, "I have hostages!" Then he turned a gun on himself and pulled the trigger. Silent throughout the ordeal, the surviving students began to scream.

A little bit later on, the article cites some of the killer's writings...

He also wrote of strange tingly feelings that woke him out of a sound sleep and dark visions of small creatures sitting by his bed that he would reach out to touch before falling unconscious. But whatever demon finally compelled Weise to act also made him plan his assault.

The Devil? Demons? Is Time saying they exist? Is the creeping theocracy taking over the media? I mean, they couldn't print it if it wasn't true, could they? Naah, let's move on.

Now this looks grim. CNN has picked up this story from Reuters:

JOHANNESBURG, South Africa (Reuters) — Animal rights groups have begun fresh public campaigns timed for the start of the annual seal hunt off the coast of Canada this week and suggestions that South Africa may kill elephants for population control...

Canada said last week it would allow hunters to kill 320,000 young seals on the ice floes off its Atlantic coast from Tuesday and earlier this month a South African official told Reuters that national parks were leaning towards an elephant cull.

Anti-hunt activists held protests earlier this month in 50 cities around the world. Groups like the Humane Society International (HSI) said they would press ahead with calls for a boycott of Canadian seafood.

"We are joining in a specific boycott of Canadian seafood products, focusing on snow crabs, and starting on Tuesday, the day the first seal is killed," HSI vice-president John Grandy told Reuters by phone from the eastern Canadian province of Prince Edward Island.

Big beasts strike a chord with the public, making them the perfect "poster animals" for conservationists who have branded Canada and South Africa as outposts of wildlife tyranny.

"The things that seem to attract the layman the most is the big animals. I think people... connect to them," said Chris Hails, the Global programs director for WWF International...

Meanwhile, in South Africa...

...national park authorities say the burgeoning elephant population in the flag-ship Kruger National Park has made culling a necessity. The park has an estimated 12,000 ponderous pachyderms, well above the estimated "carrying capacity" of around 7,000.

Animal rights activists are horrified at the prospect of a return to culling elephants, which involves the herding and shooting of entire family groups.

Meanwhile...in Florida...

Friday, March 25, 2005

Night Vision, Part 2 (Great Google-y Moogly)
This morning I read Muzzy's post at Blogizdat and was startled to see that he too is feeling some ambivalence over the traffic his blog has received since he first posted about Terri Schiavo (see 7 Days of Screaming Into the Wind). He's been blogging a few months more than I have, but we're both relatively new and I suspect that the combined amount of traffic our sites typically get in a month would barely compare to a slow day for the Instapundit or Hugh Hewitt.

Imagine my astonishment last Sunday evening when I looked at my Site-Meter report before shutting down and going to bed - 110 visits! What the...? With a couple of clicks I discovered that almost all of these were people following links from Google and other search-engines to a post I did last Thursday about Terri Schiavo. The next several days brought more than 250 visitors each and the number still far surpasses anything I experienced in my first month of blogging. Great news, right?

Then why do I feel like I've got the binocular concession at the Coliseum for Christians vs. the Lions?

Traffic is an affirming tonic for bloggers, though not quite the same heady elixir as having someone comment on a post or link back to your site. After all, as Joe Carter at The Evangelical Outpost has said, if you don't care if anyone is reading your blog, then you don't have a blog - you have a diary. The fact that this surge in visitors comes as a result of a tragedy, however, is sobering.

When I started blogging I had in mind urbane commentary on current events, poking fun at the deficiencies in liberal thought and maybe being able to start some spiritual brushfires in people's minds. Then a real issue comes along and a topic I never wanted or expected to write about dramatically demonstrates the connectivity of this new media and my own responsibilities.

Readers came out of a desire to know more about the subject at hand, not to see whatever wisdom I may have, and I'm so happy that the main point of entry for them was the "What You Don't Know About the Terri Schiavo Case" that linked to the National Review Online article detailing the shortcomings in her diagnosis and therapy. I'm glad that once I learned that this was the most requested story I could make it even more effective by adding updates that lead to even more information, such as the affidavit from Dr. Cheshire. I'm satisfied that many people have had a chance to get more information about this travesty. And I'm just so damned discouraged that this was ever necessary in the first place.

I couldn't tell you whether or not anything that was posted here had an effect on those who visited. I can assure you, however, it has had an effect on me.
This is Educational
An article in World Net Daily today describes how the Princeton Review's "The Best 357 Colleges" rates colleges on whether they are a "Diversity University" or a "Monochromatic Institute." The first three factors measured are the amount of racial interaction, the diversity of the student population and how open the college is to "Alternative Lifestyles."

The fourth crucial factor is the degree to which students "ignore God on a regular basis."

According to the Review, the top five schools where students "ignore God" are:
1. Reed College
2. Lewis & Clark College
3. Marlboro College
4. Eugene Lang College
5. Hampshire College

The top five schools where students pray are:
1. Brigham Young University
2. Wheaton College
3. Grove City College
4. University of Dallas
5. Samford University

The interesting thing is that I'm sure each of the ten colleges listed are very proud of their ranking.

The article also includes a link to where you can access the Princeton Review report on-line to see the highest ranking schools (Diversity vs. Monochromatic) in each of the four categories (free registration required for more detailed information).

Thursday, March 24, 2005

The Keegan's Cure
Now this is a week where I can really appreciate some trivial distractions. I'm heading to Keegan's this evening, and will have the First Daughter in tow. She's been wanting to check the scene out first hand, and we'll see if her lungs are up to it. She may think she's well prepared for the contest because everything I've ever told her is pretty trivial.

If you're there as well, please introduce yourself. I have no idea what color my daughter's hair might be from one day to the next, but I'm sure we'll stand out (and no, Kevin, you may not buy her a beer.)
Closer to the End
This time last year I went to see "The Passion of the Christ" and I can still remember how difficult it was to watch the scourging and crucifixion of the innocent Christ and to witness the callousness and even fervor of his persecutors who were blind to what they were really doing. Even though I knew every bit of Jesus's suffering was for a just and vital cause, it was hard to look - but even harder to look away.

Though her situation is nowhere near as significant, I have had the same feelings of grief and frustration this week watching the Terri Schiavo passion play. Once again an innocent is flayed on the flimsiest of pretenses, but with a certain horrific inevitability. You have it all - betrayal, distortions, pride, prejudice, the midnight hearings, a fickle populace, the washing of hands. It even appears, again, as if the players have no choice but to play the parts assigned to them. Believe me, I want to look away, but I simply cannot.

Of course, soon enough we all will. Certainly injustice and tragedy are all around, and it's sometimes hard to know what leads any of us to take up one cause and ignore 10 others. I also know that this life (on earth) is not the one to hold dear, and that God's plan always results in justice at every level, even if that justice occurs on a grander scale than I can comprehend.

At some point we will realize just what has taken place here, and it may come as soon as the time it takes for the books and movies to come out featuring the suppressed testimony and affidavits from doctors, nurses and others.

Here's a sneak preview: The National Review Online posts the following affidavit from William P. Cheshire, Jr., MD. Dr. Cheshire is a neurologist and certified by the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology and is an appointed volunteer with the Florida statewide Adult Protective Services team. In that capacity he conducted an independent, 90-minute examination of Terri Schiavo on March 1, 2005.

The link is to a PDF file of the original document and is somewhat fuzzy. I have retyped an excerpt of seven observations made by Dr. Cheshire below. You can use the link above to read the document in its entirety, including the footnotes to clinical studies in the original that I have omitted in my retyping. These observations, again, are from an expert who has been able to visit Terri Schiavo recently, and may be illuminating to anyone who has the impression that she has been little more than a houseplant. Dr. Cheshire says:


Based on my review of extensive medical records documenting Terri’s case over the years, on my personal observations of Terri, and on my observations of Terri’s responses in the many hours of videotapes taken in 2002, she demonstrates a number of behaviors that I believe cast a reasonable doubt on the prior diagnosis of PVS. These include:

1. Her behavior is frequently context-specific. For example, her facial expression brightens and she smiles in response to the voice of familiar persons such as her parents or her nurse. Her agitation subsides and her facial demeanor softens when quiet music is played. When jubilant piano music is played, her face brightens, she lifts her eyebrows, smiles, and even laughs. Her lateral gaze toward the tape player is sustained for many minutes. Several times I witnessed Terri briefly, albeit inconsistently, laugh in response to a humorous comment someone in the room had made. I did not see her laugh in the absence of someone else's laughter.




Bear with me a little longer. There are other topics I want to get to, and the Minfidel has been trying to get to the keyboard as well. Soon enough "The End" will appear on this particular movie. And then the credits will roll.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Scrappleface - Parents Offer Trade: Terri Schiavo for Scott Peterson
Excellent! Here's an excerpt from the "story":

"What we're offering to the state of California is an even-up trade," said Bob Schindler, Mrs. Schiavo's father. "Scott Peterson, who murdered his wife and son, gets to come to this nursing home where he'll die in a week or two. Our daughter goes to death row in San Quentin, where she'll likely live a long life as Peterson's case is appealed."

Read the whole story.
Where's an activist judge when you need one?
Much has been made of the Republican Congress stepping away from its supposed limited government and State's Rights philosophy in order to seek federal intervention into the Terri Schiavo case. Personally, that's not the kind of step I would normally welcome, but in this particular case it doesn't bother me.

Does that make Congress and me inconsistent? I can't vouch for them, but my way is clear here: laws are to be moral, and the protection of innocent life - especially in the face of direct assault - can't help but be the foundation of law and liberty. The best government is the government of one's self, followed by family government, extending outward to church and community government and on from there. Generally the higher the level of government where decisions are made, the lower the rights of the individual become. Yet I don't have a problem with even the largest form of government turning to focus on the well-being of a single person - especially when every intervening level of government has abdicated its charge.

Personally, I can't stray far from the biblical exhortation in Micah to "act justly, love mercy and walk humbly with your God." (And yes I try to apply this to other issues beyond Terri Schiavo, but I'll not go into those now. After all, I've got to have something to write about for the next 10 years or so.) I'll freely admit that I'm not privy to all the details and decisions that have gone into Terri Schiavo's situation for the last 15 years, but I have a disquieting sense that justice and mercy have been in short supply. As for walking humbly with your God...

Judges have taken it upon themselves - or been permitted by us - to decide when life begins and when it no longer has meaning. They have cited the rule of law and precedent to justify the painful death of an innocent, while in another case have disregarded these in favor of looking at laws from other countries to determine whether it's "constitutional" to execute convicted killers. They have felt free to depart from the canon and rule as if they were consulting People Magazine instead of the Bill of Rights.

It should never have come to this point with Terri Schiavo; she should have been restored to the loving arms of her family years ago regardless of the money or the motives of her husband. And yet how ironic that we can't now find one "activist" judge able and willing to look past all the cold rhetoric and legal sophistry of those determined to put a woman - no matter how damaged - to death and say "This shall not stand!" Is justice too blind to see the fundamental spirit and purpose of the law?

Update:

For greater (and better) insight into this topic, see this post from Learned Foot at The Kool-Aid Report, and the series of Schiavo posts from Doug at Bogus Gold (yes, it is personal).
Abraham Lincoln on Terri Schiavo
Actually, it's Abraham Lincoln referring to Dred Scott, but the parallels are striking (HT: Bill Bennett):

"All the powers of earth seem rapidly combining against him. Mammon is after him; ambition follows, and philosophy follows, and the Theology of the day is fast joining the cry. They have him in his prison house; they have searched his person, and left no prying instrument with him.

One after another they have closed the heavy iron doors upon him, and now they have him, as it were, bolted in with a lock of a hundred keys, which can never be unlocked without the concurrence of every key; the keys in the hands of a hundred different men, and they scattered to a hundred different and distant places; and they stand musing as to what invention, in all the dominions of mind and matter, can be produced to make the impossibility of his escape more complete than it is."

Dred Scott was a slave who, after moving and living with his master in a free state for a number of years, sued for his freedom after his master died. Initially granted his freedom, his case was appealed to higher and higher courts until, after 10 years, it was heard by the U.S. Supreme Court in 1857. The Court, choosing the rule of law over the principal of the law, ruled against him, citing among other things that because he was black he could not be a citizen and therefore had no legal standing to bring a case. He was the property of another and his humanity subject to that one's wishes.

Following the decision, Scott and his wife were purchased by the sons of his former owner (who had supported him throughout the trials) and then freed. He died shortly thereafter. The Court's decision galvanized the anti-slavery citizenry and was a contributing factor to the events leading to the Civil War.

Lives are given for causes all the time, willingly and unwillingly and sometimes serve to bring the issues into sharp relief. The grinding stones of the theology of the day and of doctrine divorced from principle turn these sacrifices into bitter bread for the communion we may all taste of whether we like it or not.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Thanks, I Needed That
I saw this posted by Aelfheld over at Gall & Wormwood, who originally received it from Dan Howell. It made for a good ending to a long day.


The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark,and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all.....unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion ........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helpless-ness, excitement, joy, sorrow.....and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......not even death!
My Brain Hurts...So Use These Guys' Brains Instead
I spent too much time reading other blogs this evening and checking for updates on Terri Schiavo's case and while I feel very well informed, I'm in a mood where I might write some things I'll regret. Instead, allow me to point you toward a couple of blogs that I think might still make you glad you visited here today.

I'm making an effort not to focus on one or two issues over and over in this big, wide world, but here are some good takes on topics that have already been discussed here a couple of times. First - and try to keep your eyes from glazing over at least until the end of this paragraph - Social Security. The Policy Guy has a series of short (2-3 paragraphs each) posts that each outline a different issue facing Social Security. Taken as a whole or bit by bit these provide a pretty painless way to get up to speed on this topic. Then if these posts whet your appetite for meatier fare and a rollicking debate check out the following post from Jay Reding and the series of related comments that follow here. You might also check out his post here where he describes individual account retirement plans that are already successful in the U.S.

I always look forward to my daily visit to The Bleat by James Lileks for his off-hand but thoughtful style and humor. He didn't let me down today with his own take on the Terri Schiavo case (read it here). And while it is very difficult to find much humor in this topic, Sisyphus at Nihilist in Golfpants has a risky but bracing look at the absurdities of the situation with his "Top 11 Reasons to Kill Terri Schiavo."

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Who Suffers By Letting Terri Schiavo Live?
Who suffers by letting Terri Schiavo live?

Perhaps Michael Schiavo, but he apparently already believes that the woman he once married is no longer alive, so why does it matter to him if her body lives on or not? There are civil, legal options available to him to relinquish his rights and get on with his life that don't require taking someone else's.

Michael Schiavo can get on with his life and still let Terri live.

Who suffers? Michael Schiavo says he is fighting to honor Terri's wishes to not be kept alive like this. Though I'm not aware of other witnesses or testimony to this desire, let's grant that Terri at one time made such a statement. I know over the course of my own life, however, that there are many opinions I once felt strongly about with which I no longer agree. Some of these I've even put down in writing. Are we 100% certain that this is still Terri's wish?

Just in case, let Terri live.

Who suffers? Some say that Terri Schiavo wouldn't want to be kept alive in these circumstances, and justify her termination because the body in the hospice no longer has any consciousness that represents her as "Terri." But if that is so, then "Terri" doesn't know or care if she's being kept alive or not.

Let Terri Schiavo live.

Who suffers? Some people may feel the "right to die" may suffer if Terri is kept alive. Many no doubt think that they themselves would not want to be kept alive like this. Your solution is unaffected, however: put it in writing in a Living Will - and hope that you don't change your mind before the situation arises.

Sign a Living Will, but let Terri Schiavo live.

Why are so many willing to have Terri Schiavo die, but no one is willing to kill her? If the judge is convinced that terminating the shell of Terri Schiavo is necessary, why not authorize a painless lethal injection instead of death by starvation? If the law doesn't permit this then why don't the legislators who feel Terri Schiavo must die schedule their own emergency session and pass a law every bit as narrow as what Congress is considering that says Terri Schiavo may be legally killed without having to starve her to death?

Who suffers by letting Terri Schiavo die?

She does, if she is "in there." Her parents and family do. The fate of every other vulnerable person in her situation either now or in the future does. The soul of a country willing to sacrifice it's most vulnerable of any age does. Yes, that's a heavy argument and a hard risk to quantify, but why even take that chance when the question can be easily avoided in one simple way.

Let Terri Schiavo live.

Update:

Go to this post from Michelle Malkin to find links to audio and video recordings of Terri, along with an illuminating description of Florida's legal requirements for someone to be diagnosed as being in a Persistent Vegetative State (PVS). There's also a link to James Q. Wilson's excellent article in the Wall Street Journal.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Filings: Take This Test to Discover How "Incredible" You Are

You know, we can have a lot of fun taking personality tests on the Web. In recent weeks I've found out what great world leader I'm most like (John F. Kennedy), what classic movie I am ("Schindler's List") and who I'd be in 1400 (a Lord, see post below). These may not necessarily be things to be proud of, but they're not as bad as being an expendable wine taster, Josef Stalin or "Dude, Where's My Car?"

Actually, the movie I most identify with right now is "The Incredibles." Here's why: besides being hip, smart and fun for the whole family (like me), the movie has an interesting premise. In it, superheroes are forced by society to go underground and live anonymous lives, hiding their super powers. One family in particular struggles to keep a low profile as well as deal with the more mundane issues of daily family dynamics.

It wasn't much of a stretch for me to see the allegory between the lives of the superheroes in the movie and the lives of committed Christians in our own world. The superheroes made the rest of the world uncomfortable with their powers and lifestyle and were forced to appear "normal." In the same way there is a great deal of pressure from the world for Christians to keep their faith and spiritual gifts undercover so as not to make others uncomfortable - even though in both examples these gifts have the power to "save" the world.

What gifts or "supernatural" powers am I talking about?

I don't want to hash doctrines and parse scripture here, but there are certain motivational or relationship gifts outlined in Romas 12, 1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians 4 and 1 Peter 4 that I think most Christians will recognize. Simply, God has gifted believers with certain special abilities to both bolster our local fellowship, influence the world around us for the better and to serve the causes of truth, justice and righteousness. Do you know what your secret identity is? Are you Exhorter Man or Giver Girl? Maybe Super Server? Actually I made up those names, but the attributes are among nine gifts identified in this Spiritual Gifts test.

It will take you about 20 minutes to complete and I assure you the results will have a more profound affect on the way you see yourself and those around you than finding out if you would have been a Knight or a Knave. (I may have one or two doctrinal quibbles with the test itself, but I think it's basically sound and includes a useful analysis on how to make the most of your gift and what spiritual "kryptonite" you have to be on-guard for. Personally I came out with Exhorter, Giver, Teacher as my three strongest gifts).

A couple of other similarities between "The Incredibles" and real life: even the kid Incredibles had special abilities, and that's true for us as well. We've seen specific gifts at work within our daughters from an early age. Finally, the greatest enemy of both the superheroes in the movie and for Christians today (indeed, of all time) is an imposter who offers counterfeits of the real thing in the hopes of leaving the world at his mercy. If you're a believer and haven't had the time or boldness to examine what "super powers" God has given to you, I strongly urge you to use this test as a starting point and then look for ways to develop these gifts in your family, congregation and community.

Remember, as Peter Parker's Uncle Ben once said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Oh Lord, Now What?
Alright, it's late and the deep thoughts took the night off. Might as well take a swing at the test du jour some of the other MOBsters are trying out: the "Who Would You Be in 1400 AD?" quiz. While I half suspect some nefarious behaviorist is behind all of these tests and is collecting psychological dossiers on MOB members for dark purposes, I'll bite. Tell me about ME, ME, ME!

Oooh, time to raise the levies on the serfs, again...

The Lord

You scored 21% Cardinal, 51% Monk, 35% Lady, and 67% Knight!

You are of the intellectual breed and yet you are also very interested in war. You are of the aristocracy and head the cavalry a safe distance from the carnage of the front lines. You believe in defeating your enemy with not only might, but also wit.

You scored high as both the Monk and the Knight. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the Knight, or you can be happy that you're an individual.
What You Don't Know About Terri Schiavo's Case
I haven't posted much about the Terri Schiavo case in Florida because there's not much I can add beyond my prayers to the many fine posts and exhortations already out there.

I have been following this closely, however, and I've pondered what generally appears to be a shrug-like response from much of country when it comes to the possibility that a profoundly disabled woman may be starved to death.

This, by the way, in a country where death threats are made on the life of someone who proposes legalizing the hunting of feral cats in Wisconsin and where opponents of capital punishment easily capture the ear of the media in an effort to spare the life of even the most heinous criminals. I wonder what the reaction would be if a judge agreed with Michael Schiavo that Terri's life wasn't worth living, but instead of going through the mental and legal gymnastics of interpreting food and water as extreme medical measures that can legally be withheld, simply said "you have the State's permission to shoot her." Or, what if Scott Peterson's sentence were to be carried out by starvation? And are there no prominent feminists who find anything of interest in this at all?

To be fair, I think most people simply figure this is an unfortunate situation and assume that the current state of events has come about only after exhaustive medical and ethical deliberation. Now it appears that that may be far from the case, and that Terri's condition may have been diagnosed on the flimsiest of tests and her treatment has been based - most charitably - on convenience or at worst on an agenda.

Read this article from the National Review Online to find out why several expert, board-certified neurologists are asking for, at the least, a reevaluation of Terri's condition, citing that even basic tests such as an MRI or Positron Emission Tomography (PET) haven't been conducted and that there are other gaps in her care that are questionable.

Please read the NRO article. I'll warn you that it is rather long and may be a bit of an inconvenience. If so, it will be only a minor one and I apologize in advance. There is someone else out there, however, who may find that being inconvenient is a capital offense.

Update:
On Wednesday, March 23 the National Review Online posted the following affidavit from William P. Cheshire, Jr., MD. Dr. Cheshire is a neurologist and certified by the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology and is an appointed volunteer with the Florida statewide Adult Protective Services team, in which capacity he conducted an independent, 90 minute examination of Terri Schiavo on March 1, 2005. To date, the courts have not admitted this affidavit.

The link is to a PDF file of the original document and is somewhat fuzzy. I have retyped an excerpt of seven observations made by Dr. Cheshire below. You can use the link above to read the document in its entirety, including the footnotes to clinical studies in the original that I have omitted in my retyping. These observations, again, are from an expert who has been able to visit Terri Schiavo recently, and may be illuminating to anyone who has the impression that she is little more than a houseplant.


Based on my review of extensive medical records documenting Terri’s case over the years, on my personal observations of Terri, and on my observations of Terri’s responses in the many hours of videotapes taken in 2002, she demonstrates a number of behaviors that I believe cast a reasonable doubt on the prior diagnosis of PVS. These include:

1. Her behavior is frequently context-specific. For example, her facial expression brightens and she smiles in response to the voice of familiar persons such as her parents or her nurse. Her agitation subsides and her facial demeanor softens when quiet music is played. When jubilant piano music is played, her face brightens, she lifts her eyebrows, smiles, and even laughs. Her lateral gaze toward the tape player is sustained for many minutes. Several times I witnessed Terri briefly, albeit inconsistently, laugh in response to a humorous comment someone in the room had made. I did not see her laugh in the absence of someone else's laughter.



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Other Articles of Interest:

Go here to read the remarkable account of Kate Adamson, a woman who was incapacitated and had her feeding tube removed after suffering a double brainstem stroke in 1995. She describes the horror of being able to hear what people were saying, understanding what was being done to her, and being unable to react. After her husband succeeded in getting her feeding tube reattached she went on to a miraculous recovery.

Also from the Night Writer: Who Suffers By Letting Terri Schiavo Live?, Abraham Lincoln on Terri Schiavo and Where's an Activist Judge When You Need One?.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

A Great Article About a Great Writer
There's a great article about my favorite author, Mark Helprin, in the Sunday L.A. Times entitled "Dressing Down the Primitives." This article provides an intriguing profile of an undaunted conservative in a liberal environment who, after standing so long against the predominant mindset around him, is completely unafraid of what conservatives think as well. Mark Helprin is everything I want to be when (if) I grow up as a writer.

Hat tip: Powerline.
I am Sorry, I am Sorry, I am So Sorry
I saw the Steve Levy column in Newsweek about the White Male Domination (WMD) of blogging - apparently at the expense of women - and couldn't wait to post about this capital offense under a headline such as White Man Blogging. However, my fellow Brotherhood of Man member Jeff Jarvis beat me to it. Not only that, but he said it better than I could. He also said too much.

See, Jeff is very smart, but if he were truly astute he'd know that the only appropriate thing he could say to appease a certain element, other than "Please pass the hemlock," is "I'm sorry." Furthermore, the more often you say it, and the more abject you are, the better.

So here, on behalf of Jeff and all the other selfish white guys hogging the ether, allow me to say:

I'm sorry I'm a white guy.

I'm sorry we get all the good ideas and strong opinions.

I'm sorry we've created secret handshakes and other signals that allow us cheap access to blog hosting services while making everyone else pay through the nose.

I'm sorry we've erected barriers even higher than the MSM to keep out the unwashed, untrained and undesireable.

I'm sorry if you've never heard of Michelle Malkin , LaShawn Barber or The Patriette.

I'm sorry that every state doesn't have a MAWB Squad chapter - yet.

I'm sorry that I'm not more in touch with my feminine side when blogging. (Really, I'd like to be and certainly would be if it wasn't for the restraining order. But I notice the Night Writer likes to wear skirts, based on what's in the "About" section of this blog.)

I'm just so sorry.

Update:

Minfidel, it's a kilt, not a skirt.
- NW

Monday, March 14, 2005

Because Ice Fishing Isn't as Exciting as You Might Think
I once lead a group of men up to Mille Lacs for an ice-fishing weekend. As the Minfidel has previously stated, ice-fishing isn't necessarily a thrill a minute, or even a thrill an hour. To wile away the time when we weren't clubbing eelpout or steeling ourselves for a trip to the satellite, I devised a poker tournament.

The concept was simple. Each of the ten guys received $2500 in scrip to use for betting. At the end of the weekend we would use the scrip we'd accumulated to bid on prizes that I brought along. Scrip changed hands at a moderate rate for the first hour or so as we played conventional games such as five card draw and seven card stud. Then someone suggested a hand of "in-between."

For those not familiar with this type of poker, it is a very simple but diabolical game that calls for very little strategy but generates huge pots and sudden betting reversals that deliver the kind of belly laughs that normally accompany watching another guy take an unexpected shot to the - umm - mid-section. This soon became the game of choice among our group, and it wasn't long after that before our first guys tapped out. Since it was hours until dawn and the fish were fasting, "loans" were quickly arranged for the less fortunate so everyone could continue to play. Soon enough, the once wealthy were borrowing from other players as well. Some effort was made to keep track of who owed what and to who, but it rapidly became so convoluted as to be impossible.

By the time we were ready to go even the guy who had the biggest stack at the end still owed many times that to other players, who themselves owed many of their neighbors. As we tried to reconstruct the transactions I got the idea to add up all the "loans" that were passed around. Even though there was still only $25,000 in actual scrip, the total of all the loans was easily more than ten times that. Rather than auction, we decided to simply draw lots for the prizes. This seemed to please everyone but the guy who had ended up with the pile and who, as I recall, didn't win anything in the drawing.

Now I'm sure you economists out there and others more clever than I in finances can draw all kinds of metaphors on socialism, credit, inflation and even the gold standard from the mini-symposium in economics we unwittingly conducted. When I think about the current debate over Social Security, however, I often find myself harkening back to that frozen weekend.

As I understand it, while there's no doubt that Social Security benefits are being paid, and that taxes have been collected, the so-called "lockbox" is full of nothing but promises to pay. The politicians have swapped the funds back and forth between each other time after time just so they can keep playing the game. Eventually it's going to be time to go home, and somebody's going to be left holding a bunch of worthless paper.

And I thought eelpout where ugly.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Filings: Name Your Price




"Right is still right, even if nobody is doing it. Wrong is still wrong, even if everybody is doing it."
– St. Augustine.


Minnesota Vikings Head Coach Mike Tice appears to have stepped on his whistle, admitting to having scalped Super Bowl tickets. This is likely to lead to scrutiny from the IRS, a significant fine from the league and possibly the loss of his job and even his pro career. It's not too unlike what happened to his friend, former high school coach and Viking defensive coordinator George O'Leary who was fired shortly after being hired as head coach at Notre Dame when it was discovered he lied on his resume.

Whether they were aware of it at the time or not, both men jeopardized their dream jobs for what seemed like harmless, short-term gain.

Have you ever struggled to do the right thing on your job or in your business while it seemed like everyone else was getting ahead doing the wrong thing?

Friday, March 11, 2005

Check These Out
It's been a busy week this week and I haven't made it around to check out the rest of the MOB as much as I'd like, but among the fine efforts I did see, two stood out.

I loved the brief but evocative comments from Bogus Gold after the Rather retirement; especially the line "Anchors like Rather are conductors on passenger trains in the era of the automobile." Take a look if you haven't already.

Then, you've got to read the report from SpruceGoose at the University of Minnesota about the taped message the group Students for Family Values received when applying for a portion of the Student Services Fees budget. I'd like to know just what the tape said, but judging by the report and the links to related articles, it sounds like it was vile, revealing - and actionable.

Read the Goose and the articles. Then you might want to get a call in to Bob Davis, Joe Soucheray, Michelle Bachmann, Tim Pawlenty and the NARN.
I Used to Wallow in My Iniquity; Now I Just Spritz
I guess I'm still a little abashed at the Gematriculator rating of The Night Writer blog as 47% evil, and the subsequent ranking by Sisyphus at Nihilist in Golf Pants showing this blog to be the third-most evil in the MOB. It was even more disheartening when I "gematriculated" several recent Nick Coleman columns and discovered he came out consistently less than 20% evil.

Oh, what a world! What a world!

Then I got to thinking about it, and 47% evil is still 53% good - but by who's standard? If I were to compare what percentage of my daily thoughts actually came close to matching God's thoughts - whether about myself or others - I don't think I'd come off even that good. Ah, sweet Grace!

I'm not saying I'm some worm (or "slithering reptile," per the TTLB) to impress you with my pious wretchedness. I believe it is what Jesus did, not what I do, that affects how God sees me. I know for a fact, however, that I spend the bulk of my day doing things my own way (iniquity). Sometimes that may actually line up with God's way, perhaps by accident, and there are those few times when I consciously try to do something his way.

I've noticed that my gematriculator score changes with each post I make - for "better" or "worse." Likewise my iniquity ratio changes with each decision I make. By whatever scale, I hope I can keep getting better!

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Night Vision, Part 1
The one thing that everyone should object to is being fed a constant diet of predigested mush and being told "trust us, it's good for you." Most folks want a smorgasbord they can keep going back to and where they can sample and experiment and even see their tastes change over time. Naturally the ones peddling the mush aren't going to like this, and will warn you that you'll burn your tongue or get indigestion, but it's really their own heartburn they're worried about.




Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Filings: Duty is Ours. Results are God's



When I came downstairs Friday morning things were pretty much as I expected. Faith was working her way steadily through a box of tissue and Patience had her head buried in her arms on the dining room table, crying. What I had feared had come upon me. Now what?


More Details in the Mike Tice Investigation
The NFL has released the following transcript of the phone call from an unknown tipster accusing Minnesota Vikings head coach Mike Tice of scalping Super Bowl tickets:


NFL: Hello, NFL Security Office, how may I help you?

Caller: Howdy! I mean, hi. Say, y'all know that head coach you've got up there in Minnesota?

NFL: Mike Tice, sir?

Caller: Yeah, that's him. Well I can guaran-damn-tee you that old boy's playing with the odometer, if you know what I mean, with his team's Super Bowl tickets.

NFL: What do you mean, sir?

Caller: I mean he's scalping those tickets and puttin' the money in his saddlebags, that's what I mean!

NFL: Why would a head coach want to do something like that, sir?

Caller: Because he's paid diddly-sq... I mean, how should I know? He's the criminal mastermind, not me. Say, you don't suppose that something like this could be grounds for terminatin' his contract, do you? You know, without having to pay fer it I mean?

NFL: We'll look into it, sir. Could you give me your name so we can get back in touch with you?

Caller: It's Re... I mean, you can call me "Deep Threat."

NFL: Hmmm, didn't you already trade that guy?

Caller: Oh, right. Well then, call me Tex. No, no, that's not it...shootfire! Charlene, what's that word when you don't want anyone to know who you are? Animal what? Oh, right, right. I'm Anonymous.

Call ends.

Tuesday, March 8, 2005

Preview of Summer Blockbusters
The summer movie season will be upon us before we know it, and there are a number of promising - if somewhat familiar - films waiting in the wings. The one area where Hollywood can be considered conservative is in producing remakes of proven winners, and this summer will be no different. Here's a sneak peak of the updated classics heading our way:

Dances With Moonbats: After a Civil War, a white "soldier" takes an assignment in the American West where he is quickly forgotten. Befriended by Indians who think he is funny, the man decides he really is an Indian. His idyllic life with little accountability is shattered, however, when he writes a letter claiming the soldiers killed at Little Big Horn were "little Napoleons" who had it coming. Starring Ward Churchill.

Network: the updated version of this movie reflects the growing consolidation of the Big Media and its struggle against the inroads of the new media. The surefire catchphrase that will become the movie's trademark comes when two of the main characters in the Network loudly proclaim: "We've lied like Hell and we can't fake it anymore!" before resigning their positions. Stars Dan Rather and Eason Jordan.

Animal House: A rogue fraternity of conservative college students face prejudice, persecution and double-secret probation from the school's administration and other students while enjoying high-spirited antics such as "Oil for Food-Fights" in the cafeteria, putting a dead horse named Nixon in the Dean's office and hosting a wild burqa party that gets out of hand. Stars Hugh "Who's With Me?" Hewitt in the John Belushi role.

Gone With the Wind: Despite the name, this is a drama set in the future when enraged senior citizens march on Washington, D.C. and burn it to the ground when they discover that the money supposedly set aside for their Social Security benefits blew away years before. One of the most stirring scenes is supposedly when the citizenry topples the statue of Teddy Kennedy that is carved with his famous statement, "Frankly, my dear, I don't have a plan."

Judge Dread: An ideal summer action/comedy that borrows from several other movies. Hilarity ensues as the Democratic minority scrambles to avoid an up or down vote on the president's judicial nominees, known as the Men and Women in Black. The Chair of the DNC is hoping that the moviegoing public will be distracted from seeing this film by the latest release in the "Scary Movie" franchise.

There you have it, the summer blockbusters of 2005 (though "Hugh Hewitt: The Movie" may be surprise dark horse). If you go to any of these, however, please remember that no true fiscal conservative would ever pay $7 for a tub of popcorn.

Monday, March 7, 2005

MOB Behavior
A certain amount of copycat behavior is to be expected within a group. Church members adopt doctrines, street gang members favor certain colors, and the left wingers continue to wear their sunglasses at night (apparently). Even among the iconoclasts and libertarians in the Minnesota Organization of Bloggers (MOB) you'll find a degree of synchronicity.

While I don't know that I'll jump in with all ten fingers on the Nick Coleman "Fiskwah" (because it would mean having to pay attention to him), I've noticed a couple of fun interactive items being passed around the MOB that I've decided to try out here (each can be found individually in several places, but I picked up both in one place on Eckernet).

I blame the Minfidel


This site is certified 53% GOOD by the Gematriculator
This site is certified 47% EVIL by the Gematriculator
The Gematriculator has devised a way - perhaps a nefarious one - to evaluate the words on a blog or in a document to determine its percentage of "good" and "evil". Being pure of heart, I had no qualms about running this blog through the process. Egad! Only 53% "good"? It's gotta be the Minfidel's postings that are bringing down the average!

Shall We Play a Game?


Name the first five movie or television quotes that come into your head (must be from different movies/shows). The first five things that come into my head really depend on what's happening around my head at that moment, and since it turns out I'm one of the MOST EVIL blogs in the MOB (HT Sisyphus) I'll go with these for now:

"Nee!" From...oh, do I really need to write it out for you?

"You gotta ask yourself...do I feel lucky. Well, do you, punk?" From "Dirty Harry."

"Don't tug on that. You never know what it might be attached to." From "Buckaroo Banzai."

"Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" I wasn't previously aware of." From "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." From "The Princess Bride."

Wave files downloaded from Frogstar.

Sunday, March 6, 2005

Old Ironsides: A Bank That Robs You?



Last month the St. Paul Pioneer Press reported that the world's richest countries, including the U.S., had agreed to pursue a 100% write-off of $70 billion of debt owed by the poorest countries to institutions such as the World Bank. The undersecretary of the U.S. Treasury said this 100% write-off is something the Bush administration has supported for some time.

About $800 million came from money the U.S. contributed in 1996. The question all this raised in my mind wasn't whether we were robbed, or if it was right to forgive the debt, but rather why the U.S. made such a loan in the first place.

The Preamble to the Constitution, states "We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure Blessing..." In Article I, Section 8, the Constitution states, "The congress shall have power to lay and collect taxes, duties, imposts, excises, to pay the debts and provide for the common defense and general welfare of the United States." Now, the difference between "promoting" and "providing" for the general welfare is a topic for another day, but one thing is clear: the welfare the government is supposed to be concerned about is that of the United States. That does not mean that citizens of the U.S. can’t, or shouldn’t, contribute to the welfare of those outside our borders – only that it is beyond the government's authority to use tax dollars to do so, whether it's the World Bank, the International Red Cross or even tsunami relief.


Friday, March 4, 2005

Aggregation Day
A little "Casual Friday" blogging today as I catch up on stories that I think are important but where I don't think I can add much that is original:

Free Speech, Get Your Free Speech Here...While You Can


The consequences - unintended or perhaps intended - of McCain-Feingold Act may be moving from an infringement of free speech to a direct assault after a recent court decision overturning the Internet exemption and comments by a member of the Federal Election Commission (FEC) that bloggers can be prosecuted under the act have stirred a lot of attention. Whether it's as dire as it sounds, or an attempt to whip the blogosphere into a froth in the hopes that it might discredit itself in some way (a dubious strategy if so), here are some interesting perspectives: from Jeff Jarvis at Buzzmachine, and a great letter and call to action from Captain Ed, some excellent analysis from Bogus Gold (be sure to read the Don Singleton comment), and an authoritative take - in the words of James Madison - provided by Jay Reding.

MOB Hits


In the short time since I started this blog I've had to explain to many friends and family members what blogs are. I've also been checking in with "the neighbors" - the other members of the Minnesota Organization of Blogs (MOB). Those of you trying to familiarize yourself with this new media, below are some posts from MOB blogs that caught my eye this week (besides Bogus, Captain Ed and Jay already listed above).

A sharp comparison of public vs. private education by Craig Westover.

A dead on translation of Dan Rather's comments from the Letterman show by Sandy on the MAWB Squad site (who also earns a special place in my heart for being the first to post a comment to the Night Writer site).

Astute observations from the Ice Palace by Psycmeistr on two multiple homicides.

There have also been many, many excellent and moving posts on the Terry Schiavo story throughout the MOB. One that particularly caught my eye is here, from Shock and Blog.

Thursday, March 3, 2005

The Itchy, Achy, Sneezy - and Sinking - Feeling
Wednesday evening on the Hugh Hewitt show Hugh started to discuss a report from the World Health Organization (WHO) that was projecting as many as 50,000 deaths in the United Kingdom from the avian flu (or "bird" flu). Hugh thought those numbers sounded awfully high and wondered what people knew about this. During the time I was listening it didn't appear that the callers were much more informed than the host.

You might want to get your barf bags ready, folks.

It's not my style or mission on this blog to promote panic or to breathlessly sensationalize serious topics, but in my other life ("The Day Writer," if you will) I recently edited an article by two very credible people in their respective fields on the potential impact of a bird flu pandemic. One of these people, in fact, is Dr. Michael Osterholm, director of the Center for Infectious Disease Research and Policy and associate director of the Department of Homeland Security's National Center for Food Protection and Defense. Dr. Osterholm and other disease experts around the world believe conditions are right for a bird flu pandemic that, if it occurred, would kill tens of millions of people around the world, and a projected 1.7 million in the United States.

Tsunami? Gesundheit!


Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Minfidel: Stop the Presses - Even the Strib's Veterinarian Columnist is a Liberal!
I admit that pointing out the liberal bias of the Minneapolis StarTribune and its columnists isn't exactly the scoop of the year. One could even say this news is of the "dog bites man" variety, except the paper's newest columnist would take the position that the man had it coming and the dog is a higher being that should consider running for public office.

The Strib has started featuring a weekly syndicated column in the Sunday Variety section by Dr. Michael W. Fox called "Ask the Doctor." (I've noticed the column because it's usually on the way to the Lileks jump page.) It's a pretty standard looking advice column where each week letter-writers ask questions about pet care. Dr. Fox's answers start off with a pet-centered response that then often veers off into global commentary. This last Sunday, for example, someone asked whether it's a good idea to turn a pet into a vegetarian. The answer quickly swerved (to the left) to decry the environmental abuses and animal degradation brought about because humans tend to prefer a juicy steak or nice ham sandwich to a bowl of tofu.

Really, it's almost as funny as Lileks and I wish I could cite more examples but the Strib doesn't archive these columns. From what I've read in the past few weeks, however, I think some future columns could sound like this:

My dog, Brutus, has flunked out of obedience school three times now. What can I do? First, congratulations on being an involved guardian for your pet. Due to your commitment I'm sure the fault lies with our chronically underfunded obedience schools. Really, how can we expect our dogs to learn how to sit, stay and use a condom when we only commit 60% of our budget to education? We simply have to raise taxes.

My German Shepherd is constantly licking his paw to the point it's almost raw. What is going on? What you describe is a classic stress reaction. And who wouldn't be stressed given that we've got four more years of George Bush? Iraq's a quagmire, we aren't any safer, and I've heard that Bush wants to reinstitute drafting German Shepherds into the military police. I suggest giving your pet some herbal tea, trying aromatherapy, and contributing to Moveon.org.

I think my guinea pig is gay. Is there anything I can do? Why do you think you should "do" anything? Animals have been around longer than humans and have evolved to a higher level that doesn't worry about who you share your pigloo with. It's only your own ignorance that makes homosexuality appear anti-evolutionary, and you shouldn't be so judgmental. Unless your guinea pig also has a White House press pass, of course.

While I couldn't find other "Ask the Doctor" columns in the Strib online archive, I did find the original article introducing Dr. Fox to readers, which included the following:

"Animals are more finished than we are," Fox wrote in his book "The Boundless Circle," which is critical of our human-centered world view. "We are the unfinished animal. We are the newest mammal on the planet, and we have an awful lot of growing to do."

Umm, so let's see - we're the youngest and, by inference, the dumbest animals on the planet - yet its fate is in our hands? Cool. But wait, let's get a second opinion and ask one of the smartest mammals, and the King of Sea, what he thinks. Hey, Flipper - do you think Dr. Fox has it right?

"Eh-eh! Eh-eh! Eh-eh, eh-eh!"

Good boy! Here's a fish! All of this does, however, give me an idea. See, my pet moonbat has stopped barking lately, and I want to write to the Dr. and see if I should have Mikey put down.

Tuesday, March 1, 2005

A Big Day for Children of the Night
On the heels of my "Dad to the Bone" post a few days ago, I now report on events of this day that represent small but significant developments in the lives of Daughter #1 (codename: "Faith") and Daughter #2 (codename: "Patience").

Night Visions and I accompanied Patience to a nearby government branch office to request a passport for her and so I could sign a document giving my permission for my wife to take Patience out of the country. Signing this is not a big deal for us, but it did give me pause to consider the heartbreak in other families that lead to this rule.

Anyway, the two of them are planning to go to China this summer to visit a friend of ours who has been managing an orphanage over there for the last couple of years. They will see the Great Wall, help with the infants (almost all girls, I understand) and get a chance to see what it is like to live where your faith must be kept under cover.

Faith and I will be staying behind for this trip as Faith will be working through the summer on earning her cosmetology license. Despite being just 16, she's enrolled at a local beauty school and, in fact, today was her first day of being "on the floor," available to work on real live heads of hair. And then tonight she had her first rehearsal as a harmony singer with our church band.

These are relatively small steps for each of them, but as a father I'm all too aware which way the footprints are pointing: away. Each step on their respective paths, however, is consistent with who they are and who they are on their way to being. For Patience, compassion has always overflowed from her. I can remember her as a toddler crying when a cartoon character got hit with a hammer, or if she saw people fighting on television. She has listened raptly when our friend on trips back to the States has visited our home and spoken of the hardships and conditions the children and babies at the orphanage face. When the invitation was extended to her there wasn't much question in her mind about whether she wanted to go or not. This will be an awesome experience that will undoubtedly shape her life.

For Faith, her request to go to beauty school was a bit surprising but logical. She's always had a sense of color and style, proclaiming at age four that the mess of her bedroom was "a design" and insisting at age six, "Mom, I know my magentas." She doesn't plan a career in this line of work, but had an intense interest for some time in learning about it and clinched her argument by saying it would be a great way for her to work herself through college and toward an as yet unknown field.

These are exciting times for all of us, but especially for my wife and I as we watch with great interest and considerable input (but not necessarily eagerness) each new opportunity. It's not that hard, but it's not that easy, either.

Having worked with Faith on composition and creative writing, I've invited her to share her talents from time to time on this blog. I even suggested that she could go by the name of "Beauty School Blogger," a suggestion that earned me the Daughter of All Eye-rollings. Nevertheless, to top off this big day, I'm posting here a short piece she submitted that appeared on a Home Schooling Web site last summer:


A Glamorous Glimpse Into the Life of Faith

Hello; it is I, Faith, of whom you have heard so much.
So, dear readers, here I am in the dungeon (a.k.a. basement), trying to think of things to write about that might even be of the slightest interest to you.

I might tell you about my most recent and horrific trip to the dentist's office.

There I was, sitting in the car on my way to the office of a dentist whose name I can't remember how to spell. As you can probably imagine, I was just a teensy bit nervous. We pulled into the parking lot. No sooner had I walked through the door, than through the opposite door appeared a nurse.

"Faith?," she said looking at me.

"Yes," I replied miserably.

She would have taken me away right then had not the receptionist whipped out a paper for my mother to sign. While I was waiting for the commencement of my torture to be affirmed, my doctor entered the scene.

"Are you ready?" he said, smiling at me.

(This would probably be a good time to tell you why I was at the dentist's, for it was no mere check-up. On an earlier visit he had sentenced me to have all four of my wisdom teeth pulled out. The crime: the bottom teeth were impacted, and my mouth was just too small to accommodate them all, top and bottom. I know it might be hard for those who know me well to imagine my mouth as too small, but it was.) Now back to the program:

I guess I was as ready as ever I could be.

"No," I told him.

He laughed. That made me feel a whole lot better.

He and the nurse took me back to one of the little dentist rooms and I sat down. They then told me to open wide, and then they stuck me. Six times they shot me with Novocain. I had hoped there might be laughing gas, but no such luck. Oh, the humanity!

Anyway, to make a long, painful story mercifully shorter, they cracked both my bottom teeth in half and yanked them one half at a time, then they yanked the top teeth, which wasn't as hard. Your head might hurt just reading this; but hey, I said mercifully short, not painless.

As for now, I am not too ashamed to say that I look like a chipmunk. After all, who wouldn't after that ordeal? It is also hard to eat and drink and brush. Painful, too. They kept my teeth, by the way: otherwise I could have scored four bucks from the tooth fairy!

Oh, the humanity!!