The Magic Of The Media

I’ve been unable to post lately because I’m mired in construction.  (The horror!)  Have you enjoyed the peace and quiet?

Meanwhile a specific pattern has emerged around the suffering in Japan.  It’s too ridiculous to ignore so I thought I’d toss out a three part comment.

Part I

In late 2004 a tsunami hit Indonesia while a Republican president was in office.  The press tore at him like jackals.  The US launched a massive aid effort but was lambasted as “stingy”.  The press used Indonesia to hone the idea that an American President was responsible for and could be blamed for everything; up to and including ocean waves.  In August of the next year the pattern was firmly established and ready to go when a hurricane hit New Orleans.

Seven years later a Democrat is president.  When a tsunami hit Japan nobody tried to blame him.  The president got a free pass for several days.  Finally he went golfing and a few people complained.

The press has spoken and the science is settled:

  1. When something bad happens and a Republican is the president; the press will blame him.  Further, no amount of aid or effort is enough.
  2. When something bad happens and a Democrat is the president; it’s wise to avoid golfing in public.

Part II

Making fun of the press is shooting fish in a barrel but I’m easily amused.  Luckily even the most deliberately inattentive are noticing the same bias and it’s showing up in measurable ways.  Check out this slightly dated but still amusing chart of the New York Times, the LA Times, and newspapers in general going down the tubes. The interesting part is not that newspapers are going south.  One could blame iDevices (or Idiocracy style Illiteracy?) for a decline in print media overall.  The interesting part is that the same chart shows the Wall Street Journal holding steady.

Part III

A few days ago I was in my car (buying yet more building supplies…the horror!) when I heard a news personality on NPR discussing the ever present threat of tsunamis to the island nation.  She said “to be Japanese is to live in fear“.

I did an audio double take!  Really?  To be Japanese is to live in fear?  A thousand year old culture is all about fear?  Everything from Samurai to Pokemon boils down to abject terror of the ocean?  Seems a bit dismissive to me.  I suppose a journalist can be forgiven a certain about of hyperbole but I’m not a forgiving sort.

I think our Japanese friends have more going for them than a coastline and weakness.  I think the Japanese have and will continue to show themselves to be a resourceful and impressive culture that doesn’t go “all wobbly” in the face of a tragic natural disaster.  I wish them the best in their time of despair but would never say that big waves are all that’s there.

(I like to cite anything I can.  I couldn’t find the exact quote for a link.  I sure would be pleased if I misheard!  If anyone finds the appropriate link drop me a line.  I’ll either verify that I heard right or hammer out a quick mea culpa.)

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to hanging drywall.  Prepare to be ignored for a few days.

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Book Review: Dersu The Trapper

Because I know you’re all looking for antiquated Russian adventure stories I’d like to recommend Dersu the Trapper.  For those of you who like Lewis and Clark type adventure I heartily recommend it.

This is a book I couldn’t put down. You’ll like it too; assuming, of course, that you’re the kind of guy who might enjoy killing a squirrel and eating it for breakfast. Click on the image to go to Amazon.com and drop a few bucks. (No, I don’t get a cut.)

It’s a damned fine historic story with no pretension whatsoever. It’s not remotely deep and the language is dated.  Cut the author a break; it was written in Russian by an adventurer (not merely a writer) about events that happened around 1906.  I doubt he was carrying a thesaurus next to his rifle.

Like “The Road” (which I reviewed here) I presume no woman anywhere has enjoyed “Dersu” and the average effete studious literature major will break out in hives if they touch the book. You’ve been warned.

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A Brilliant Observation

What metal is to rock, bluegrass is to country.

How had such a simple observation heretofore eluded me?  It explains why I love bluegrass but avoid country.  Whenever I tune to a country radio station I’m soon turned off by a big steaming heap of mass marketed, focus grouped, tepid drivel.  I’d also like to question the rule, apparently carved into stone, that mimicking Hank Williams’ unusual yodeling drawl is statutorily required?  Imitation is flattery but it’s been half a century; give it a rest!

A belated hat tip to SayUncle who has a link to a superlative bluegrass cover of Walk Like An Egyptian (it’s the second video and it’s impressive).  It proves that you can be creative and musically adept yet still look like a bunch of dorks on stage.

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Curmudgeon Compound: Upgrade In Progress

I’m completely remodeling our bathroom.  Actually I’m only doing the easy stuff.  A real carpenter is doing the work that requires actual skill.  I’m a darned good go-fer though!

The house is a vortex of chaos.  Carpenters and plumbers are everywhere, there is drywall stacked on the kitchen table, pipe cement is stacked on my cookies, and my pocket is full of nails.  My head is spinning, my dog is whining, and my cats keep trying to stick their head in the chopsaw.  Visions of debt are drilling into my soul…or maybe that’s just the sound of a reciprocal saw chewing through the siding.  (By now it’s hard to tell.)

I don’t have a picture so I substituted the photo below…which is precisely how I imagine my house looks.

This is EXACTLY how your house looks during a remodel. (Especially if you're bad at parking cars.)

Last year I paid for a complete and massive septic system.  This year it’s a completely new bathroom.  I’m seriously rethinking the wisdom of indoor plumbing.

A.C.

P.S.  My carpenter is doing a darned good job.  Even if I’m freaking out about the expense it’s heartening to see a craftsman at work.

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Finally Canada Makes Sense

I’m ashamed to admit that I only dimly understood why Canadian money showed the British Queen.

Canadian money with British Queen. WTF?

This link goes to an excellent video that explains everything.  Watch it and be informed!  When you’re done with a brisk and amusing 5 minutes you’ll know why the United Kingdom is called what it is and what the heck England is and all that.  I also developed a sudden craving for tea and biscuits.

Don’t be ashamed that you had no clue.  Many of us (author included) are hampered by our American public school education.  It behooves us to rectify the situation.

Also, it’s poor form to give the Queen an iPod.  I’m just sayin’.

Hat tip to wilsonblog for pointing me to Grey’s Blog.

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Blogroll Updates

I’ve been remiss in updating my blogroll.  Why?  Because I’m good at exercising my Curmudgeonly right to go “off grid” at random intervals for no reason.  But I decided to get with the program because most of the folks that linked to me have excellent and entertaining blogs.  I encourage my multitudinous seven readers to check them out.

In no particular order I present…

An Alaskan pilot, restoring her 1941 Taylorcraft at On a Wing And A Whim.  We both have 1941 machinery but mine is a decrepit tractor and her’s flies.  Obviously she’s cooler than me.

Random Acts Of Patriotism is a libertarian from Maine who keeps the debt clock linked to his front page.  As a man who gave out 100 Trillion Zimbabwe dollars last year at Christmas I like anyone who watches the debt.

Rattail Bastard seems to have gone off grid for a few weeks.  Always a wise move.

Dead Man Dance, Jigsaw’s Thoughts, and Low Dog on the Totem Pole snuck me onto their sidebars but my super secret NSA abilities found out.

Bells A Ringing inexplicably claimed that one of my posts had “wit”.  Clearly I’ve been mistaken for someone else.

Wilsonblog recently posted a link relating to a fish that could eat Cincinnati…but he seems armed enough to handle any piscatorial threat smaller than Moby Dick.

My pontification on manliness got favorable mention several places.  Old Glory First and Nine Pound Sledge didn’t get put on my blogroll when the others did.  Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I really should keep up with these things.  It’s nice to know someone out there is reading my blather and I’m not just pissing into the wind (not that it would stop me).  Thanks to everyone who linked.  If I rudely (but inadvertently!) ignored someone, drop me a line and I’ll rectify the situation.

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Political Advice: Avoid Self Flagellation

When you see a sign that says “wet paint” you have an urge to touch it. Don’t try to disagree; you know I’m telling the truth. When I was a kid the gravitational pull of a wet paint sign was irresistible. Inevitably I’d wind up with a painted finger which I’d wipe on my jeans. (You did the same thing when you were a kid.)  My mother would ask why I was dumb enough to mess up perfectly good school clothes. I had no answer. Children are like that.  Some folks stay that way into adulthood.

Why am I telling you this? The president has provided a “wet paint” sign that might best be ignored. Obama is getting his ass kicked by something he’s never had to face before…reality. The best of his dwindling options involve diversion. If the opposing party craps itself he might deflect some of the criticism he’s earning. I implore Republicans (and Tea Partiers) and even serious minded Democrats to leave the bait alone.

Consider what’s happening in the real world:

Tunisia, Egypt, and Libya are imploding. Middle eastern revolution is passing around like lice in an elementary school. By the time I post this who knows how far it will have gone? Maybe it’s good news and maybe it’s bad but it is definitely a historic moment that will define millions of lives for the next several decades. Wow! Meanwhile Obama is a deer in headlights. It might be wise to keep out of a quagmire but Obama hasn’t decided to not participate any more than he has decided to do something.  The absence of decision is an absence of leadership.  Presidents, even when the shit hits the fan, should maintain the pretense of a firm hand on the tiller.

Domestically his Obamaness submitted a budget that did what every Federal budget does; ignore things and let the debt continue. Whistling past the debt graveyard is standard protocol but it’s no longer popular. You may have noticed the election a few months ago? Obama didn’t. Speeches about “Sputnik moments” and other irrelevancies belong to 2009 (actually Sputnik belongs to 1957).  Fiscal responsibility (or at least the appearance of it) is starting to make sense to even the most deliberately inattentive.  Ignoring fiscal reality in 2011 means the bus is leaving without you.

Then came the kerfluffle in Wisconsin. Our brave Commander In Chief personally interfered with a freshly elected State Executive who is doing precisely what he campaigned to do in the State where he won.  I call bullshit!  The Federal President has no business forcing a State Governor in the expressly non-Federal (and rather mundane) issue of…teacher’s pay! We’re in debt for $14,182,941,035,367, at war on two fronts, and revolutions are jumping from nation to nation in the Middle East.  In this environment Obama springs into action over collective negotiations for third grade English teachers in Green Bay. This is what happens when a community organizer is in over his head.

With Democrats fleeing Wisconsin and Obama fleeing reality, Republicans could rise to the occasion, govern wisely, and look good by comparison. Actually Republicans could shine by merely staying sober and keeping their pants on.

Read that last sentence; Republicans need do nothing but avoid self mutilation. Can they do it? I have my doubts. Given the opportunity to do something stupid, Republicans have been known to seize the day.

Obama, who is not a fool, knows it too.  Since the real world sucks he’s cleverly created a false one more to his liking.  He looked around for an unpopular law.  He found the Defense Of Marriage Act of 1996.  A wedge issue the Republicans left cocked and loaded and lying around 15 years ago.  Smooth move gentlemen.  The president has chosen to stop legally defending it. Why now? In this moment over all others?  Because reality sucks; we’re at war on two fronts, the Middle East is imploding, we’re broke, his budget is laughable, the government is running on a continuing resolution, and even in his home territory of Madison Wisconsin he’s getting no traction. Obama has tried nothing and he’s all out of ideas. He needs the Republicans to implode.

Incidentally I’m not happy about either Defense of Marriage Act or it’s likely demise by bureaucracy. I don’t remember civics class covering the part where the Executive can pick and choose among duly passed laws. Nor do I like using the Supreme Court as the involuntary default garbage collector for laws which could be repealed or affirmed through an honest up or down legislative vote.  Managing laws the way the government was designed to function does have a sort of simplicity to it doesn’t it?

This game is bad news for Republicans and it’s not too pretty for Democrats either. The Defense of Marriage Act is a wet paint sign. Can Republican’s ignore it? Will they follow their usual Pavlovian response to all things gay and go into rut about a symbolic, largely irrelevant, non-issue?

Obama has put the bait out. Stay tuned to see if his opposition will play their role by sticking their genitals into the waiting metal jaws. Remember…it’s a 15 year old law of minor importance while Lybia is killing people with jets today and the Government is slated to shut down in a few weeks. They could just let it go. Wanna’ place bets?

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Dueling Platitudes Meet Depression Era Wisdom

The repair was perfect.  I’d just patched a gaping hole in drywall and sanded it to perfection.  Good for me!  I began painting the bare spot and then the rest of the walls in the room.

Painting gives you time to think.  Thinking is good.

As I continued painting I couldn’t help but notice many other imperfections.  A corner was crooked, some trim was uneven, etc…  Some areas got a little TLC but I just painted over most of them.

My house is a dump.  I’m well aware of that.  Laugh if you will but I’ll take my dump over a McMansion mortgage any day.  Unfortunately I’m still wrapping my head around the peculiarities of old farmhouses.  My natural inclination is to immediately repair everything in sight.  In a house like mine I have to accept imperfection as part of the job.  To do otherwise leads to “mission creep” and before you know it you’ve gutted the kitchen when all you wanted to do was install a dishwasher.  I was carefully using my limited time and money aiming for “fixed good enough” instead of “theoretically excellent but over budget and never done”.

I kept painting.  Painting gives you time to think.

One particularly ugly corner frustrated me.  Some of the drywall was water damaged.  It was only cosmetic but no matter how carefully I painted it the wall would still suck.  I longed to cut out the raggedy drywall, patch it, plaster it, sand it, and repaint it properly.  Then it would be perfect.  Just painting over it was “polishing a turd”.  I was being a moron.

I kept painting.  Painting gives you time to think.

As I painted past the ugly corner I got to an ugly door.  It was stained, scratched, and dented.  I would love to install a new door.  But a new door would cost money and require another trip to town.  I didn’t want to spend the money or the time.  So I painted the door in a different color to match the trim.  I was “putting lipstick on a pig”.   I felt like such a loser.

I kept painting.  Painting gives you time to think.

My mind kept coming to the two most fundamentally idiotic phrases of modern bullshit sloganeering politics; “putting lipstick on a pig” and “polishing a turd”.  Both rolled around in my mind while I forced myself to keep painting what was there rather than going nuts with further repairs.

Eventually I finished painting.  I’d done three coats; carefully applied over a few faultless drywall repairs and an ocean of unaddressed imperfections.  My house will never look like the cover of a magazine.  It’ll always be a simple country farmhouse.  The two phrases still rolling around my head bothered me.  Had all that work been in vain?

I carefully washed off my brushes.  Everyone else throws out old brushes but I use them as long as I can.  I tossed my paint stained jeans in the wash.  The jeans have been patched twice.  They’re still fine for work clothes.

Then I reviewed my work.  Taken as a whole I was impressed.  Instead of an unkempt dingy room with holes in the drywall I had improved it to a pleasing and tidy space.  It looked pretty good.  “That’ll do” I thought with some pride “polishing a turd is a bullshit analogy.”

Then, like a beacon from the Great Depression where it was coined, my mind dredged up the correct phrase:

“Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.”

Exactly!  I fixed what needed urgent attention and did the best I could with the rest.  A couple cans of paint and I suddenly had a much more pleasant and useful room.  Could it be better?  Sure it could be better.  I could also wait for Obama to airlift me a carpenter and max the Visa for better materials.  Instead I’d “made do” with what I had and was proud of the modest improvement.

The quaint old phrase has stayed stuck in my head.  It seems oddly dated these days.  Politicians blovating about polished turds and pigs outnumber the Curmudgeonly few who insist on working with what they’ve got.  Patched drywall and fresh paint doesn’t rest easy on a society bent on magic green energy windmills and sparkly new “Sputnik” trains.  Ideally they’d like me to finance a new house.  Aren’t “building starts” a hotly watched economic barometer?

But fresh paint on an old wall is what we really need.  Your Grandma was right… “make it do or do without” is good for what ails ya’.  As for politicians; you can’t polish them enough to make them shine.

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It’s Been Three Months Since The Election…

The election was November 2nd and the swearing in was January 10th.  Elections have repercussions.  This one was a good solid ass kicking of incumbents so the onus was on the “new guys” to immediately start governing wisely.  From the new crop of elected politicians (largely Republicans) I demanded much yet expected little.  I set the bar low.  They entertained me with theatrics for a while…and then dove beneath the bar.

Let’s start with the fun stuff.  Reading the Constitution was priceless!  Humorless flakes like the New York Times flipped their lid over this essentially harmless activity:

“A theatrical production of unusual pomposity…

…particularly self-important flourish…

…ritual of self-glorification…

…it is a presumptuous and self-righteous act…

…air of vacuous fundamentalism…

The Republicans’ antics are a ghastly waste of time…”

Any time you can piss off the New York Times that much…you’re on a roll!  I expect neither the Evil Party nor the Stupid Party to go cold turkey and start governing in actual accordance with the constitution but at least the idea was floated.  It’s a start.

In fact, it was a good start.  It made me happy.  I’m weird that way.  I love having windbags forced to hear the constitution.  Senators and Congressmen swear to uphold it.  How can you be too busy to read what you swear to uphold?  Ideally elected officials would have to recite the whole thing aloud from memory and be deported to Botswana if they miss a single word.  The whole thing appealed to me; one of a dwindling number of Americans who are patriotic in a non-cynical way.  I have a flag on  my lawn.  I feel good when I hear the Star Spangled Banner.  I know it’s just a ceremony but it means something to me.  The New York Times needs to remember that not everyone is locked in a permanent teenage angst of nihilistic cynicism.

A New York Times reporter in disguise as a patriot among rednecks who cling to guns and religion.

Then came the “Repealing the Job-Killing Health Care Law Act”.  It had a childish name but did two things rarely accomplished in recent memory.

  1. It was two pages long.  (Obamacare was so long I couldn’t find a clear page count but it’s a little over 2,000 pages.  The law has led to an uncertain but suggested 6,000 pages of regulations in the Federal Register.  Remember the craptacular phrase “pass it to know what’s in it”?)
  2. It was posted on the Internet in its entirety for full review.  (I recall a certain candidate promising to do that and then going flat out for closed doors bills.)

It was voted on and passed the House to certain demise in the Senate.  Who cares…it made a point and I’m happy with it.

But now playtime is over.  It’s time to get with the program and actually govern.

In case you hadn’t noticed America is fiscally hosed.  Not surprisingly there’s a plan to do something about it.  It’s not perfect but both parties have tried nothing and are all out of ideas.  Time for games is over.  Get to work.

Then came D.C. Defense of Marriage Act.  I’m spectacularly unimpressed.  Bitching about gay marriage in a place with 0.19% of the population?  (Census 2009.) The party of limited government attempting to inflict Federal control over the only Americans who are specifically and uniquely NOT the 99.8% of the population that vote in elections?

That won’t do!  I am far more interested in the $14,126,934,869,854 debt than GOP posing about a theoretical 10% of the non-voting 0.19% of the population that are likely to do just fine without Federal control.

Republicans were elected in droves in 2010 because inventing magic rainbow money pissed off the masses.  Once the press was done dry humping his election speeches even the dimmest bulb realized that Obama can’t actually walk on water.  Republicans got an election served on a platter.  And they’re shitting on it.  I don’t care if every resident of D.C. reenacts Brokeback Mountain but I do care if a bunch of half wits turns my nation into a fiscally insolvent banana republic because the hard work of governing isn’t entertaining enough.

Get back on the rails right quick or us hicks in flyover country will have tar and feathers waiting by the next election cycle.  Honeymoon’s over.  Get to work on real issues or step out of the way to let real adults take the lead.

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Paging Al Gore…

Yesterday it happened.  I knew it was coming.  That didn’t make it any easier.

Bitter cold wind suddenly flared up; flattening everything that could bend and bending a few things that couldn’t flatten.  The temperature dropped 40 degrees and the wind never quit.  The howling kept everyone up all night; and that was just me.  My psyche went through the usual progression:

“No, it can’t be!  Spring is coming.”

“Where is my **^%@^% global warming!”

“Give me a break, I finally got the ice dams removed.  Just keep it warm enough that they don’t form again.”

“Life sucks.  I’m going to bed and I’m staying there ’till June.”

“Sigh…I might as well go shovel the walk.”

This weekend I’ll scout the forest for windthrown trees.  Future firewood is easier to spot right after a storm.  Formerly impassible half melted snowdrifts are rock hard ice by now.  It’s nice that I probably won’t need snowshoes.  Any easy walk to locate next year’s potential heat.  All things in balance.  But first I need to sulk a while longer.

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