December 07, 2006
Band together or hang separately?
We’ve got a problem on our hands. The latest election has caused some cracks to form in the US domestic coalition supporting the war. Two camps seem to be forming and both are pointing fingers that accuse the other of being dumb or worse. One can be called ‘kick their backsides until they get tired of it and quit as the path to victory in Iraq’ while the other can be considered the ‘Ack! We need to take half a loaf and take a longer view even if means cozying up to crapheads to win in the Long War!’ And we’re starting to see some real hatred form between the two.
My stance found here and of the ‘Ack’ school of thought, makes me kind of unpopular in some circles. My unpopularity is evidenced not only be the response it got in that thread but also by Lex’s dissing it in an illustrative manner to voice his displeasure of the general position here, which puts him in the ‘my leg don’t get tired of butt kicking’ school. Luckily, I’m not alone and have good company (or more like I hide in the shadow of some choice people).
(Rest is below the fold. Modified 23:50 7/12/06)
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The ‘Phibian does a nice job of countering and articulating my position better than I ever could. ‘Victory by any other name is just as sweet.’ More importantly, he doesn’t suffer from verbosity, I must been cursed by gypsies or something, and IDs something the ‘I love booty kicking’ group tends to ignore.
“The Political Center of Gravity of our side of this battle is the unity of support inside our government. We can do everything else 100% right, but if the anti-American Left and their bed-fellows in the Islamist Movement succeed in taking down that CoG (which is faltering), then we lose. Period. “
Got that?
It’s not because I’m a puh–uss-ie or defeatist or terminally dumb or morally challenged that I say take half a loaf, nor why CDR Salamander says about the same thing. It’s because I accept the failings and fickleness of the American public, that CoG the ‘Phibian talks about being wobbly after being worked over with a slick campaign by the opposition, to support this being the weakest and critical link in the chain that could cost us Iraq the way it cost S. Vietnam its freedom. (After having been proven utterly wrong before. Don’t gloat, John. It doesn’t go with the Santa Claus image at all.)
Of course I don’t like the ‘talk to Iran and Syria’ bit. But as the Vietnamese general said to the American general, ‘It is both true and irrelevant.’ Pro-victory. It’s not just a phrase.
Nor are those who disagree with me lame. They have a point about the immorality and the seeming dissonance of bringing in the IRC to help stabilize the region when we putatively went there to end such types of influence. Good eggs. I just wish they’d stop stepping on gollum’s neck so hard and accept that yes, guys like the ‘Phibian have critical points too.
Ultimately we better be able to rally together and start practicing what we shouted at the anti-war jerks: argue all you want before the decision is made but then back whatever decision comes down the pipe fully. Otherwise we risk losing because of our fractiousness. If The Pres chooses the ‘Butt Kicking’ option I’ll back it. If he chooses the ‘Ack’ school of thought I’m okay with that too. Pro-Victory. One Team. One Fight.
ry
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Hmmm. Is the CoG the "Opposition" or izzit The People?
And where's your plan for dealing with the Press, which really is your conduit to The People, blogs notwithstanding.
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John of Argghhh! on December 7, 2006 05:30 AM
Ry is your view of proping up a new crook likely to lead to a better situation than the old crook we had?
I'm thinking those years of effort, the wounded the dead and no real progress is what your opponents are seeing. Am i missing something?
What in your idea is an improvement over the previous status quo of more Sadam? More to the point how is it going to grant victory over terrorism? Where is your half loaf?
That's a good point John about the CoG.
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Trias on December 7, 2006 08:18 AM
AS am I Trias. If the bottom falls out of the American public support it's all been for nothing when we leave and Congress does whatever they can to make it go away. We've been down that path before. We see the same moves being made. That world is far worse than shaking hands with Saddam. We can't turn back the clock and the worst pathway now isn't a Saddam but something worse.
Take what you got. toss The People(the CoG of the political element) a bone to keep the mission going. Don't give them something and they quit and you lose it all.
Half a loaf is that the 'Vietnamization' program works. It just needs time. ARVN, and Bill can probably back me on this, wasn't real good in 1969. By 1973 John Paul Van was able to use mostly ARVN ground forces backed with US airpower to shatter an NVA offensive using more tanks than Hitler used to take Poland.
THe half loaf is keeping the enterprise going and not retreating. Retreating leads to Kosovo and not to a Saddam. We need to keep it going, and we can only do that by convincing the US public that there is an end to the tunnel. That means tangible gains in security in short order.
Talk to Iran. Make concessions to them, but not the whole hog. 2 years down the line you re-insert ground forces to do the job right when the public has moved on--- Operation Desert Fox or even Linebacker 2 style.
We can deal with the CoG that is the opposition on the ground over there. If we allow for the time necessary. We need to buy time. We need to play rope a dope just long enough for the American public to get over the negativity.
We need a breather for the populace who is now really war weary. More along the lines of Robert the Bruce negotiating his famous surrender(for over a month) than Neville Chamberline and "Peace in Our Time". Cememnt the gains you've got by at least making the motions of following this path, and get the populace back on your side by making them think you actually listen to them. Give the next admin a decent situation to work with since this isn't going to be over by the time Pres Bush leaves.
The next guy/gal will have to bring a strategy to deal with the press. I cannot fathom one.
Granting access exclusively to guys like Roggio and Mike Yon just strengthens the 'lap dog of the Army and Administration' argument. I'm not sure ANYTHING can be done about the press with its negativity and hostility. I haven't a sol'n to this one John, and I do recognize that this particular could be the deal breaker from word go from now on. If it is we're farked, but I haven't a clue how to deal with it. I'm only gollum working on my lonesome.
Masochists. ;)
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ry on December 7, 2006 10:40 PM
Ry you say toss the people a bone. What exactly is this bone comprised of? What is this half loaf? Then show me how the people of America are going to have this breather as a result.
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Trias on December 8, 2006 07:53 AM
Jeesus Trias. Are you wearing your obstinate hat today? ;)
We draw down (but not withdraw) and thereby reduce casualties. The people get the benefit of not worrying about as many loved ones. As Barnett says, 'We don't really care about non-American deaths anyways.' And he's got good historical precedent, old and recent, to back that up. That's the bone/breather pt 1. Got it?
And this is prediction Trias. In a social science domain. There is no calculating to 6 decimals, no reducing down to prime factors to see cause and effect(unlike core sciences you can't really id most of the factors much less control for one). Besides, you can't prove causation unless you do the test, and it seems you're saying I have to prove causation before you'll be willing to let me try. A bit circular, no?
Troops come back. People get the impression we're in the final stages. We're leaving and soon. Casualties drop. Iraq get calmer as we let Iran have some of what they want and call off their militias. Things look better. We're leaving and things are getting better. we're sustaining fewer casualties and there looks to be an end to the whole damn thing. That's the breather/bone pt2. Got that?
The half a loaf is that we haven't left and are still bumping heads both inside and outside of Iraq fighting for the optimum sol'n. We still have something on the ground making a difference. We have the ability to go utterly kinetic again at a time of our choosing with a better idea of how to do the second half of the war right(the reconstruction part). That's the half a loaf. Got it?
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ry on December 9, 2006 12:15 AM
Of course i'm obstinate. It's paid off too you finally wrote something tangible.
pt1 it sounds workable but there are significant political forces pushing for total withdrawal not a drawdown. And how will this not be viewed as a US defeat?
no not 'prove' rather argue for it.
pt2 fair enough except... the Iran part. Iran adores the US floundering. They will link any agreement to US allowing them nukes and that will block diplomacy. I'm really not sure what the US will offer that Iran will get sufficiently excited about. It's not like Iran sings yankee doodle is it?
Utterly kinetic after a drawdown? I don't think so.
I dunno Ry that's a very mouldy half you have there and while you've got the US eating it places like Iran and NK will be full steam ahead. All the same the reality appears to be that the whole loaf is beyond US political and citizen will now.
How depressing.
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Trias on December 9, 2006 04:01 AM
Your way, it would seem, has us working a linear instead of convergent synthesis. Step by step.
YOu sound ChemE so I'm assuming you know how inefficient linear is compared to convergent.
I'm proposing to eat that mouldy half of bread because it works in a convergent manner to deal with multiple problems. We currently don't have the manpower to do anything about Syria, Iran, NorKor, Somalia and AFrican excursions by terrorists to establish bases there, ...... We aren't goig to have the manpower to do anything by staying on the same path either(while Iran and DPRK steam full ahead). We have X problems and we're only dealing with X-Iraq and Afghanistan. That isn't good enough.
I'm not jesting about going Kinetic either. Confidence in Coalition forces was highest when they were out smashing group after group. The mistake was in stopping that and allowing a 4th/5th gen opponent develope. Pull back. Let them become confident. Coalesce into something bigger. Stomp it flat, including the IRanian supported militias when we go back. It has a lot of downsides. But it's better than the downside of leaving altogher because domestic support evaporated.
Iran is very complicated Trias. THe threat from outside brings people who would otherwise be opposed to the IRC to side with them. Solidarity. THey have major domestic problems that threaten to fracture the country---in part why we wanted millions to fund opposition groups in Iran. The feeling of increasing IRaqi strength was the reason why much of the ME sided with us in Desert Storm. That also can be played here, particularly when we can point to the various gov'ts that we were just following their desires in pulling out(all those statements they'd written, all the op-eds in all the state run media). Of course, we'd be willing to come back and deal with the increasing Iranian power if they'd, you know, look the other way while we did it or signed on to help a little bit like when we went in 1991.
Saudi is already saying that they're going to support the Sunni in Iraq over exactly those fears Trias---Shia Iran becoming more powerful. It isn't so binary as Iran gets their wishes/Iran doesn't get their wishes. Iran getting their wishes unites the region against them to some degree, and that's something we can use so long as we don't actually bail outta Iraq and ruin or reputation. It's a yin-yang world: destruction is also a part of creation. I may not be able to articulate it but I have thought long and hard on this Trias.
"All the same the reality appears to be that the whole loaf is beyond US political and citizen will now." Which is why I'm proposing bastardy. A misdirection play if you will. Give them something that looks like what they want, but isn't. IT builds faith in the masses you can then exploit when needed. I may not like being an SOB but I play the role well.
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ry on December 10, 2006 12:50 AM
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November 26, 2006
The Garden Shed of Argghhh!!!

Raised, finally. I tell ya, sometimes, when I see that deposit from the VA hit the bank I feel a little guilty about the size of it.
Then, I try to build a shed. I'm underpaid. It took us a month of weekends to do what probably should have been a weekend job.
Okay, some of that was inefficient materials handling, I admit it. Moving stuff more times than it needed to be be moved. But some of it you just can't avoid. Picking up the 1.5 tons of gravel and 1.5 tons of topsoil at the store and loading it onto the big cart. Then loading it into the car. Then off-loading it into the garden tractor's trailer. Drive. Off load at work site. Then, one more time, spreading the stuff around when you needed it. Turns out fatboy was lifting a lot more than 1.5 tons, even if it was 50 lbs at a time.
Then you have to dig the hole, to get things roughly level. SWWBO did that. She's good at digging. I watched from the ramparts with a 'Rita.
Then some screwing needed doing, so I went down to the work-site and screwed away. Oh, puh-leeze. Get yer mind outta the gutter. Assembling the frame for the gravel pit foundation.
Then, load in the topsoil and gravel, and get that sucker level. Pound in some rebar through holes in the frames so the thing won't migrate.
That's three weekends worth of work for slugs like us. And that's work to exhaustion.
Comes the Big Weekend. We really can't risk the weather too much more.
There's the shed. It's in boxes too big and heavy to move, so we leave it on the driveway, at the mercy of the elements. Finally, Prodigal Son and His Sweetums arrives, and he and she and SWWBO get pressed into service schlepping the pieces back to the work-site.
All right! Ready to go! The instructions being in the box buried under the others, I sit down to go through the assembly process. This things a snap-together plastic job, shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?
Heh. Farking thing needs to be on either a concrete slab (preferred, but ain't happening) or a 2"x6" framed wood foundation with 3/4" plywood floor. Treated, natch. Sigh.
Off to the Big Orange Boxy Store. Get the lumber, take it to get cut, rent their truck, load their truck, schlep it to the house, unload the truck, return their truck. Then everyone gets pressed into service to schlep the lumber back to the work site. Thus endeth Wednesday. Thursday is Thanksgiving, off to visit family! Come back Friday, too late to get anything done.
Saturday. Lay down the cement tiles to support the frame, get 'em mostly level. Lay out the frame. Start nailing. Get the sides done, start first stringer. Discover that lumber is cut to "rough dimensions," meaning it's going to be roughly 2"x6"x10'. They're pretty good about the 2"x6" part. It's the 10' they're a little sloppy with. Knock apart the frame. Get sawhorses. Get circular saw. Get tape measure. Schlep the damn wood up to where I've got a safe place to put the sawhorses. Measure. Measure again. Cut. Schlep the farking wood back down the yard to the work-site.
Put together the frame. 72 nails later, the Armorer is in agony. But the frame is built and anchored.

SWWBO renews her offer to buy a gun for the Arsenal. Woot! A gun!
Off to the Big Orange Boxy Store to buy a framing nail gun. The Armory now has Airsoft! Hey - it worked that way in Lethal Weapon II, right?
Bangity-bangity-bangity-bang-bang! SWWBO likes the new gun, too.
100 or so nails later, the frame and floor are done. The Arthritis of Argghhh!!! manifests itself in a manner not to be ignored this day. Undaunted, I determine that at least the finagle-danged floor of the shed will get finished on this day. 48 pan-head screws and 8 lag screws later, the floor of the Shed of Argghhh! is complete, and anchored to the frame.
I ponder my next move.
Whatever it is, it's gonna be tomorrow.
Morning dawns. To helk with blogging. I read email, make sure no one is being too naughty in the comments, slug down some coffee, and head for the work-site.
So, of course, it's gusty. And me trying to assemble light plastic panels seemingly suitable for wind-surfing.
I was supervised.
Undaunted, the walls go up. Then, the roof. There's some challenges there. Assembling the roof required the Presence of SWWBO.

But she brought lunch, which was cool. There was some frolic (or disagreement) over who has successfully hunted the Wily French Fry of Argghhh! which made an appearance during lunch.
Finally, the roof of the Shed of Argghhh! is raised! Huzzah!
There were some last minute things that need attending to - like the door handles, shutters and window boxes. An itinerant furry blob was hired for that work.
Then comes the Loading of the Shed.
And finally, the doors close, and the Garden Tractor of Argghhh! sleeps under true cover (vice the deck) for the first time since it joined the motor fleet. The tractor and a buncha other stuff. Hey, that's what goes in sheds, right? Stuff?

It didn't take long - but the Woodland Gnomes of Argghhh! made themselves at home, too. Loo and all.

Do your Gnomes need homes? Get 'em right here, from Murray, Castle Worker-in-Metal. This particular home was one that went un-bid upon in the last Project Valour-IT fundraiser, so I ponied up the bucks for the donation and left it where the Gnomes would find it.
No Armorers were pierced or mashed in the making of this post.
Coda.
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John did the bestest job ever erecting this structure!!!!
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beth on November 26, 2006 05:52 PM
She hired me for my erec@#$@^ BZzzt-Kapow!
Ouch! The PG-17c obviously is fully charged!
[smell of singed flesh]
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John of Argghhh! on November 26, 2006 05:54 PM
dang.
John beat me to my own snark... but at least I wasn't the one beating off the PG17C this time!
(and judging by the arthritis issue, I'm guessing that's the only beating off that took place today)
*WAP*
DOH!
got me... that thing has LOOOOOONG arms!
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WereKitten on November 26, 2006 05:57 PM
Excellent. The high-mileage hydraulic fluid, the Extendo-Arms, and the Known Offender priority filter are working as planned. Bwahahaha!
Say, does anyone here know of some quick ways to increase Global Warming? I've got about an inch of snow that shouldn't be here.
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Bad Cat Robot on November 26, 2006 08:08 PM
How sad - there's a snow-blade in that shed.
Neener-neener-neener!
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John of Argghhh! on November 26, 2006 08:23 PM
That's a good looking shed, well done. What's in it?
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Sgt Hook on November 26, 2006 08:50 PM
That's a good looking shed, well done. What's in it?
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Sgt Hook on November 26, 2006 08:50 PM
Great job guys! Also, enjoyed the article.
Arditi
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arditi on November 26, 2006 09:03 PM
Congratulations! Have you christened it yet?
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Maggie on November 26, 2006 09:22 PM
A plastic shed complete it seems with little flower thingy for the sill. Is there anything holding the wood onto the blocks?
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Trias on November 26, 2006 09:28 PM
Trias... I suspect the answer to that is Yes - Gravity (*grin*).
Nice shed, what is that brightness in the sky? Is that the mythical "Sunshine" that BCR and I have heard so much about? heh.
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Barb on November 26, 2006 11:30 PM
Dang, Sir! Had I been there, you could have counted on me to tote that barge and lift that bale. I wasn't there. Sorry. I feel yer sore muscles, if not yer pain.
All joking aside, looks very good.
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Justthisguy on November 27, 2006 01:55 AM
Love the shed, gnome home and the entire story...! What are those doohickeys jutting from underneath the windows?? Windowboxes, or very small a/c units? ;)
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pam on November 27, 2006 04:33 AM
Heh. Thank you for the kind words. However, methinks some of you didn't do well on the BlogSAT's. At least not on the reading and comprehension portion. 8^)
Let's answer those questions in order, with quotes from the post...
SGT Hook: "What's in it?" We'll assume the Sergeant Major's comment is brimming with irony, especially since he reinforced the point - but on the off chance he's been dealing with too many 01's lately:
Then comes the Loading of the Shed. (Note Link!)
And finally, the doors close, and the Garden Tractor of Argghhh! sleeps under true cover (vice the deck) for the first time since it joined the motor fleet. The tractor and a buncha other stuff. Hey, that's what goes in sheds, right? Stuff?
D'you really want the load plan, Sergeant Major? I can provide one...
Next!
Trias observes, "A plastic shed complete it seems with little flower thingy for the sill. Is there anything holding the wood onto the blocks?"
Yes, Trias, there is - aside from the gravity that Barb mentioned. That would have been this bit:
Put together the frame. 72 nails later, the Armorer is in agony. But the frame is built and anchored. [Notice the link!]
There are four screw-anchors going over a foot into the ground to keep the Outbuilding of Argghhh! from being a threat to the Wicked Witch during a Kansas windstorm.
Then, Pam: "What are those doohickeys jutting from underneath the windows?? Windowboxes, or very small a/c units? ;)"
Hmm, I guess I wasn't clear:
There were some last minute things that need attending to - like the door handles, shutters and window boxes. An itinerant furry blob was hired for that work.
I better get some coffee in me before I get overly-snarky!
As for naming it, Outbuilding of Argghhh! works for me, but I'll let SWWBO take on naming honors. This is her project. Without her vision and ability to make me work through pain, it never would have happened.
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John of Argghhh! on November 27, 2006 06:23 AM
I'm on the "Known Offender Priority List"??
HOT GOLLY!
I made the list!
I made the list!
I made the list!
(heh. it's a lot better than making Mr. Black's fashion don't list)
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WereKitten on November 27, 2006 07:32 AM
well thats a sturdy looking sucker Beth, good job.
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Jane on November 27, 2006 08:02 AM
Did you use stainless or galvanized nails on the PT wood?
Looks good John, but wouldn't one of these have been more appropriate for the Castle? Good place to park a piece of armor too!
I know a guy what has a 1.5 ton mounted chemical shelter for sale...Might have to do some work on the canvas though given how old it is.
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Montieth on November 27, 2006 08:25 AM
BCR - Did I make that list?
WK - I am jealous.
Armorer - Christening does not mean naming. Geez!
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Maggie on November 27, 2006 08:46 AM
Maggie - I'm well aware of what you meant. I'm just heedful of the PG-17c.
Monteith - I went cheap and used galvanized vice stainless.
But they aren't just regular nails.
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John of Argghhh! on November 27, 2006 09:11 AM
"It didn't take long - but the Woodland Gnomes of Argghhh! made themselves at home, too. Loo and all."
I find it of no small concern that the Gnomes placed the Loo under the new structure. We all know how they love to smoke. That combined with a build up of methane gas are capable of producing the result of making the finished structure resemble photo one of the construction project.
jim b sips his morning Scoresby and sits back.
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jim b on November 27, 2006 10:31 AM
Maggie, of course you are on the list. Actually there are several linked lists in a database, one for each type of bad behavior, and I see you are in the "Innuendo", "Corrupting General Morals", and "Suggestive Chitchat" tables. There's even a "usual suspects" one for general hard cases, for example. BillT heads that list.
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bad cat robot on November 27, 2006 10:33 AM
This looks great! What an accompolishment that is too. Love the photos too showing how it was step by step.
Beth looks adorable peeking over the roof like that. Great photo!!
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Wild Thing on November 27, 2006 10:44 AM
"Corrupting General Morals"
I would like to thank the Academy for this great honor..........
Now I want to corrupt the morals of a General. If I can just get MG Rick Lynch, 3rd ID to notice me!
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Maggie on November 27, 2006 10:46 AM
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October 02, 2006
On the keeping of secrets
CAPT H points us to Don Sensing - pointing out an artilleryman who can't resist publishing classified information. For shame, Don!*
Of course, it *is* a disease, seemingly. Mebbe it's contaminated spinach or something.. I had to divert my eyes last night as Mike Wallace and 60 Minutes blithely tossed up a slide marked "Secret" as a part of their Woodward interview.
Where I work, we have signs up that say cute things like "Clearance + Need To Know = Access." The Press has decided that Need To Know, as determined by their wants, needs, and ratings desires, trumps Any Other Consideration. Their definition, btw, is not quite how *we* go about classifying information. However, I'm beginning to agree with the Press. I think that all Pentagon and Coalition meetings should have Press presence *and* be put on C-Span, with a special subscriber feed for People In Remote Caves Hiding From Bombs, and all documents sent out as spam emails to whoever wishes to read them.
Heck, I should start up a new blog, completely anonymous of course - spoofing Instanpundit IPs - (no, wait - Kos's!), and just start posting all the Secret and heck, why stop there, Top Secret stuff I've been trusted with through the years up through today and on to tomorrow.
Because apparently, it's, well, like it's okay to do this, judging from all the prosecutions and investigations I see. I just can't *sell* it. To Israel or the Russians. *That* will get you put in jail.
Heh. I don't even talk work with SWWBO, because I can't keep what's classified from what isn't - so it's all in generalities. Technically, right now, saying that I do sometimes classified work is a technical no-no. How ironic if I get canned for that... vice what hasn't happened to boatloads of other people who've done far worse.
All I know is - if this were the world that Representatives Murtha and Pelosi, or Michael Moore or Markos Zuniga *say* it is, or becoming, Bob Woodward and Mike Wallace, and the production crews, and Woodward's publisher would be on their way to the Gulag, to work as drones on Katrina Clean-up crews, while living under tattered canvas, eating only what food they could scavenge for themselves in a savage wilderness. And randomly, one a day would be fed feet first into an industrial chipper, pour le encouragement les autrés.
Oh, wait - that's *my* fantasy. Actually, it isn't that, either. IIRC, it was Saddam's reality. Except for the Katrina clean up part, in case a dazed Kossack, or better yet, DU'er stumbles in from a Technorati search or something, and accuses me of dissing Saddam, because Katrina wasn't his fault and Bush is worse than Saddam and Hurricanes are all Bush's fault (and we Red Staters, too - because if Algore hadn't had the election stolen, Katrina wouldn't have happened...). Okay. I'll stop. I'm out of control, now.
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*For the clueless or humorless, I do know Don's stuff is parody - which is why it was a good lead-in for The Rest Of The Post.
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September 27, 2006
Another never ending post: Immigration this time.
Since John’s said he’s busy doing God’s work and wanted someone to pull in some of the slack around here (wouldn’t hurt if we dusted either) you’re all being subjected to another non-gun pr0n post that never ends. This one is on immigration. You’ve been warned.
ry
(the real stuff is below the fold.)
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I’m a Californian. I was born there. I was raised there. Did all of my education up thru my BA in chemistry there. I’ve driven up and down roads most other Californians don’t even know exist. I know California pretty well. Except for the fancy places to eat since to me Napa was a place to pick up and drop something off.
If you drive along the 5, there’s a really great trucker stop in Tracy by the way, or the 99 freeways between Sacto and Paso Robles you’ll spend your entire time in the central valley which is nothing but agriculture. Well, agriculture interspersed with lots of sage brush and some nice rolling hills around Kern country. Kids can still find summer jobs picking apricots or almonds in the Turlock/Denair area and any other kind of field work throughout the valley. On the southern side of Stockton, 45 minutes to 20 minutes, been a while since I’ve driven it so I’m not sure how far out anymore, you turn on the AC and put it on recirculate or your car/truck cab winds up smelling of cow chit for the next hour.
Simply put, I know how important agriculture is to the Central Valley. The smells around Stockton, the kids working strawberry fields, the miles and miles of pvc pipe for spraying of crops are all indicators of how important agriculture is to the state. That’s how hard core the region is devoted to agriculture. They live and die by it in the Valley.
Drought in the central valley, or someone living north of Sacto messing with the Colorado River allotment to the valley, means the cost of most of your produce goes up in the rest of the US. It is that major a contributor to the US food supply---even if Louisiana claims to grow better rice (but do you guys grow Basmati rice in LA, huh?).
And yet, when I heard about this story of hard times from labour shortages in the valley over at the NYT. I couldn’t help but smile. About damn time.
I’m not unsympathetic to the farmers and cattlemen who live there. Quite the contrary. I just know a dirty little secret about the whole deal. Yup, this example absolutely shows that being a farm hand is a hard job that no American wants, for $6.25/hr that is---though you can find broad shouldered and tow headed kids working those fields when school, activities, and the law allows for it during the summers. Yup, shows that nobody has bought the machinery, that does exist, that eliminates the need for mass manpower in the fields because it is cheaper, currently, to hire seasonals. Yup, it shows that we’re all going to wind up paying a bit more for things in the coming months. It shows that we’ve placed the almighty dollar before lots of things in this country.
See, every year in California there’s a cry to institute a higher minimum wage or a ‘living wage’ in some municipality and the state senate. But one thing nobody ever wants to deal with there is that the wage is suppressed, costs of product are suppressed as well, by illegal immigration, whether that is busboys, line chefs, cleaning crews, or field hands.
One would almost be moved to call it an open secret of institutionalized sweat shop labour since the avg wage these guys make is far below, and they receive raises far slower than, the norm while the entire economy is predicated on costs being this low in CA, but that’s racist to say dontchaknow.(And impolitic to say. Kind of like knowing who is in the Klan but not telling the FBI back in the day.).
So every year we pretend that we’ll raise the minimum wage to help the poor farm worker, when it won’t since he’s mostly off the books to avoid Federal heat, and pretend we aren’t going to continue to use sweat shop labour to keep prices low so we can buy that new keen i-toy Apple released (while living in karmic bliss because we bought ‘fair trade’ coffee to boot). So every year we toy with the idea of raising the minimum wage when we know that if we actually do change it and actually change the plight of the farm hand here illegally it’ll send nasty ripples thru the national economy.
It proves many of the talking points hurled about by both the open border and closed border advocates, and puts just as many into the grave.
I say this looming instability is all to the good.
With things like towns in Alabama turning into ghost towns and serious economic threats to the folks in the Central Valley we’re now faced with a situation where we’ll have to get real about what the real cost of living should be because we’ll have gotten rid of, as much as possible, black market labour. That in turn then allows us set the state/national minimum wage where it should be to fit the definition it’s had since its inception (the wage necessary to support a family of two adults and two minors on a single income). We’ll be able to assess how hard/if immigration has taxed the Californian/national health care system and how much/if it has fueled the complete over valuation of housing in the state. But most of all, it’ll force the nation to make up its collective mind on how it wants to handle the labour flow (and other flows: labour, security, financial) once and for all. Will we go for a system the aids global dysfunction or for one that seeks to rectify dysfunction (I’m hoping for the latter, but not holding my breath)?
Currently, we live with a dysfunctional set up. Much of South and Central America’s brightest and hardest working come to the United States to increase their standard of living and to join in the prosperity. Right now roughly a third of Mexican college graduates want to come to the US to work even if that means working well below their skill and intelligence level. Guatemalans are leaving their country to do work in Mexico *Mexicans* aren’t willing to do for the wages available in Mexico that are a far sight better than what’s available to them Guatemala. That’s good for us as we get cheap goods/labour here and whatever is produced in Mexico is kept really cheap too. But in the long term is that bad for the collective them? If we keep much of the work here, skilled or unskilled work, while suppressing the minimum wage we seem to only be isolating both prosperity and capital here. That doesn’t improve our lot much though it cements their lot at the status quo.
If people are angry about the disparity in quality of living, which some are, and if you think a lack of prosperity/wealth with the attendant tendency toward liberalized, classical liberal, governance is a cause of anger that leads to either gravitating toward Bolivarism( subscription required at USNI, but freerepublic also has it here for free), which is hostile toward the US or any other Western power, or terrorism is this a smart policy?
I don’t think so either.
But neither is building a moat backed it up with a mine field and a division of troops down on the southern border going to fix the problems caused by illegal immigration to the US. If we keep all the jobs, all the prosperity, all the things that drive people toward liberalism, here then there’s little hope of liberalism taking root elsewhere. We benefit from liberalism (not progressivism) taking root instead of Bolivarism ala Chavez and Emo Morales or the Marxism of Obrador in Mexico. This is analogous to benefiting from a liberal regime springing forth from the corpse of Hussein’s Iraq to usher along changes to the ME that will cut down on terrorist groups using that region as a base from which to attack the collective West.
So, what is it we should be doing? This is tough. It takes will and brains instead of soft/hard hearts.
Soft heartedness tends toward a sense of selfishness in this matter and leads to quick and easy moral gratification: ‘I let them make their lives better. I’m a good person.’ Of course, this approach doesn’t really take into account the effects back in ‘the old country’. Movement of capital and brains weakens the parent country. If you can see this when talking about natural resources, or even be so bold as to call it raping the country, why can’t you see it when we’re talking about human capital? We worry here in the US that so many of our engineers are of foreign extraction and may just go ‘back home’. If it applies to us then why does it not apply to others as well?
A hard heart approach is just not going to make the world better, and, much worse, it doesn’t help make this country any safer, quite the contrary. Locking people into poverty rarely produces real security. Draining off those who would be against Bolivarism and other stripes of socialism and victimhood does not make the other country resistant to those ideas since they’re almost all here, now does it?
Neither approach feeds the bulldog.
What we have to do is governed in part by Barnett’s definition of Connectivity (http://www.thomaspmbarnett.com/glossary.htm#Connectivity ), or for those who actually have PNM the 4 Flows and the 10 Commandments of Globalism. There’s no doubt that the influx of immigrants from south of the Rio Grande has helped keep labour and goods costs down here in the US. That’s indisputably a good thing---money to spend elsewhere on other things across the board. But the brain and ‘gumption’ drain is taking its toll south of the Rio Grande---brain drain is not helping those countries fire up their economies. The capital flow from the US south of the Rio Grande definitely aids both parties---face it, a collapsed Mexico that underwent a civil war would *not* be good for the US at all as guerillas hiding in San Diego or other border cities, like Nogales, before striking at places would just bring their war here. (Always surprises me to hear regionalism here in the US. “Not my problem. I live in Idaho/Florida/wherever.” Gee, thanks. Am I your countryman or not? Regionalism is all well and fine in sports and such, maybe even BBQ competitions, but when deciding national policy, it’s a real jack@$$ move since you’re willing to screw over people you shouldn’t for your own benefit.)
So we have to keep capital flowing to Mexico and places south of the Rio Grande since stopping has a good potential for either a Chavez or a civil war in Mexico is not good for the US in any way, shape, or form. That’s leaving the people who demand permanent revolution in power. That’s giving people the victim card to play and get control, as el president for life, of a country; and subsidizing it too.
We need to keep the people flow into the US to keep our economy moving, as I’ve been told that at 5% unemployment everyone who wants a job has one by economist friends, and to improve our image abroad (something anyone who’s looked at the H1 visa fight is familiar with is that students who’ve trained in the US trend toward having a favorable opinion of the US. Not always, but the trend is there.). This keeps us moving forward, money flowing into regions that would otherwise be disposed to becoming havens of revolutionaries or terrorists, and people with favorable opinion from experience effecting people in the ‘old country’ to our benefit. It helps our poor schmucks and theirs simultaneously, not to mention making a career in terrorism really un-attractive since there are both internal and external factors now being applied since the bulk of the pop now have something to lose and the US has more leverage on the country.
We don’t keep the current set up as it is deleterious to both for a host of factors. We are not the nation of Emma Lazarus’ time , but neither must we be cruel and stupid about the issue. Yes, we want ‘them’ to have better lives by not living destitute and with the means to pull themselves up out of it. Yes, we don’t want them to flood our country. We can satisfy both conditions if we’re smart and have the will to take some hard choices. Yeah, allowing some manufacturing jobs to go South means less here. That hurts. In the long run though is it better since this will lead toward wage parity, meaning it isn’t so much cheaper to have it made over there? This means keeping host upon host of people out. But in the long run it means their countries get fixed and allow them similar standards of living as we enjoy here, or reasonable facsimile that they choose for themselves, while keeping the rage that leads to revolutionaries or terrorists to a minimum. Make hard choices that really satisfy nobody for 50 years or instant gratification that gets us what we’ve gotten? I know which one I’m choosing. How about you?
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September 22, 2006
Killing the music meme
Because The Armorer decided to skip out on the latest music meme he was tagged with by Cassandra I’ll answer it, and thereby uphold the honor of Castle Argghhh!. (Yeah, we know you’re busy doing God’s work, Boss. That’s why you keep us ankle biters around, on short leashes, right?).
“List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions your site along with your seven (for those of you who, like me can't count, that's all the fingers on one hand, plus two more) songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to:”
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1) Protection by Massive Attack. Song reminds me of me and Jess, how we got together, and how we never figure out who is actually protecting who in this relationship.
2) Aenema by Tool. Lex said it best when he listed this song for a different meme: It’s a Southern California thing.
Sure, it’s a beautiful place. Many of the people are great. But there’s just something about the place that you wouldn’t mind if the San Andreas went so you could take a refreshing dip in Arizona Bay. I was born there, raised there, and lived there up until six years ago (26 years all told) by the way, so don’t get huffy about me CA hating.
3) Lullaby by The Cure. It annoys Miss Thang. ‘Nuff said? Not quite. For some odd reason it motivates me about grading and gets me into ‘the zone’ when grading. Maybe that’s because it feeds into my darker instincts and gives me reason to be an uncompromising of my principles and responsibility to the chemistry community grader? Maybe. You better study, chuckleheads, because otherwise Spiderman is having you for dinner tonight.
4) Sea of Sin by Depeche Mode. This is definitely not a song for kidlets. I’m not always a prude, only about 99% of the time.
5) ‘Cowboy’ by the Vandals. Another So. Cal. band, with Tool being the other. Something I've listened to from my early days up until today. Also annoys Miss Thang (bonus!). This is an anti-suburbanite poseur anthem. That's the element which is the element that annoys Miss Thang since I explained it to her as such when she asked (double bonus!). Plus, who can pass up the guitar part from ‘The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly’ theme, even if it is buried in a punk song?
6) ‘Voices’ off of the Macross Plus soundtrack. This is just something I find really, really pretty and sometimes I just need to hear something really, really pretty (before I go postal, burn down my lab, and slaughter Miss Thang).
7) Elevation by U2. This is just a good tune in my opinion. A rather feel good about the world after listening to pop song.
As usual, Argghhh! is where memes come to die. I’m not tagging anyone but you’re welcome to leave your seven songs if you wish.
--ry
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September 19, 2006
ry's got a beef. And in praise of Brothers
(Endless post warning. You've been warned.)
As we’re finding out around here, a brother’s love is a wondrous thing.
It’s no secret that I like Thomas Barnett and his work. I think he’s got a lot of the solutions to the current problems and some of the mid-term ones too in his Felix the Cat Bag of Tricks. I get the guy. I get what he says and why he says them. I get his motivations for his philosophy---as would Alan McLeod (definitely) and Trias (kinda sorta), but not Jack Grant (who would question it on many levels given what it calls for at times). Good guy. Good egg. Man with a heart of gold, most of the time, and the best interests of the world as his star to steer by.
But sometimes, only sometimes, I’d like to take a newspaper and smack him in the back of the head. Why? Well, he supports the kind of thing his brother wrote about neo-cons (me being a neo-con) that is just the usual tawdry list of ‘reasons why conservatives/republican are the devil’ with a neo stuck in front of it. I mean, it’s great that your brother gets that there’s a difference, a slight difference in the stream of things, between neo-cons, real neo-cons and not those who just have the tag hurled at them as an epithet, and neo-libs. That’s great. Having a brother have your back is great thing, and I’m happy for Dr. Barnett to have the backing of his brother. We all need that sometimes. And it’s good that where the distinction between the two was attempted (Writers at the New Republic, call your office!) But……
I wasn’t always a neo-con. At one point I was a crazy anarchist Punk (like mohawks, leather jackets with tons of safety pins in them, and listening to loud dis-harmonic stuff played allegro with bad lyrics by Gello Biafra Punk---though I still attended Mass and school (lettering in track and cross country), never cut my hair all weird and didn't wear the clothes that were part of the scene, and really worried about my Mom being mad. So I wasn’t really Punk. I just tried to be.). Then I woke up in my late teens. That chit just was not going to work and was the epitome of arrogance. Only we, the anointed few, who by listening to the same bands who hand fed us some really watered down philosophy, really knew what was going on and how to run the world? Baloney. We knew spit, less actually, and, worse, we knew it and just didn’t care. It’s just, well, rebellion is cool (though I still didn’t have my first date until I was a junior in HS while most of my punk buddies had lost their virginity by that age. Go figure.) and telling people they didn’t know anything while we of course knew everything made us feel good about ourselves.
So then I stopped that stuff.
I moved onto something else.
Call it isolationist populism. The world’s problems are their own. We had more than enough problems here at home. People matter first, philosophy a distant second. Helping people out is a good thing and the first good thing. Whatever does the job best is the solution regardless of ideological reasons--- though this last bit got modified a bit as I got older and learned more, the process often does matter.
But I differed in a lot of my friends on how to fix those problems. I asked the question: does gov’t intervention really help? Sometimes it did. Lots of times it didn’t. So I wasn’t for reflexive ‘gov’t solves it by throwing money at the problem’ type solutions, like Hillary Care. Growing up on Welfare like I did taught me something hard and true: gov’t programs have to toe a bottom line, but Father Scanal’s charity knew no bounds (and he could be viscous in getting the Parish to help us out); the gov’t would have to follow a schedule of payments regardless of our actual need, but the people my Aunt worked with at Seal Beach Naval Weapons Station or The Strand could be counted on to take collections, loan money, or bring us food whenever we needed it ( Another sign of charity of the Navy: Once some officer brought Disneyland tickets on Armed Forces Day because the guy felt bad that a family that lived no more than 10 miles away had kids that had never been in their entire lives while his kids had been several times. Ociffers. Such a weird lot.).
[If you want the rest of this essay, just hit the "Flash Traffic/Extended Entry" button there and all will be revealed]
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And the world still had problems. I pooh-poohed going to Somalia because it was not the US’s fight. Ditto for Kosovo. That was what I thought at 22. Was not our fight and little real gain to be had by sending them there—like Vietnam, right(wrong, as I was to learn much later, like so many others when we began to find out how terrible the Vietnamese were doing, and much of SE Asia for that matter after the communists had their way with the region.)? So why did we do it?
I was still arrogant at 22 and had little idea of how the world worked; and even less about how to get ahead in it. So this HS drop out went back to school. First I went to a junior college and then on to a four year to earn a Bachelor of Arts in Chemistry, where I met my Fair Jessica (not to be confused with the Blog Father’s---mine’s better, but I’m biased.).
At the junior college I ran into things that started to put other earlier experiences into context. My Cambodian born friend, who had a shrapnel scar of his calf and a chunk of meat missing where the scar was, gave me a little perspective. And the African students who spoke French better than they did English gave me an education about the world too. Seeing Vietnamese girls with the same scar on their throats I’d seen ever since grade school started to make sense---a little boy doesn’t understand rape and so can’t connect the evidence to the crime.
I started to learn something cold, hard, disturbing, and utterly unforgiving: there are Wolves out there and if we let them have their way they’d eventually spread their disease where ever they could; they’d wreck things simply to make themselves big chits (even if being big chit didn’t amount to much at all). So, I gave isolationism the deep six.
It just was not realistic. Particularly when I started studying how people around the world blamed us (The West, the US, and the Anglo-sphere. Take your pick.) for what ailed them (and to be honest, sometimes they were right as we did do wrong by them, but other times they were wrong). We couldn’t pretend that if we just stayed home and left the world to themselves we wouldn’t be placing a crosshairs on our chest. We already had one, sometimes earned and sometimes not. As Barnett himself would say: we can’t just firewall them off. It just wasn’t realistic anymore.
So we went to Somalia. It was a good thing (something hard to accept for those who lost loved one’s there and in light of recent events). So went go to Kosovo. It was a good thing ((except for those who had to go on those long, boring flights in the webbed chairs of Starfrogs, got hurt, or had to do the actual heavy lifting)). We were exporting security and connectivity to these parts of the world. We were making their lives better. We were giving them fewer reasons to reach for a gun and more incentive to reach for a lawyer to settle their problems, and thereby making ourselves safer. We were living up to our ideals, but it was costly. Oh so very costly to live up to them.
Vietnam started to make sense to me seeing as how I grew up around the thousands of refugees who came here, continue to come here, and I listened to the horror stories the old ladies with the black teeth, wore the black aoi dai, and had breath that smelled of hoc nam had to tell about how their oldest sons were slaughtered by the followers of Ho Chi Minh. How it was done long after the war was over. How the drug trade and human trafficking were the best ways to make a buck and get ahead in SE Asia became very real to me when I had to see it, and the even worse aftermath, up close and personal. It made sense to me why we went to that far of land then, even if others around here agree with David Drake that going there didn’t do the Vietnamese, or those who went to fight, and damn good at all (You guys did do them some good. You really did, and those that were the people you were helping appreciate it---I’ve met them, I've eaten cross legged in their homes. Never let anyone steal that from you. You’d be kings for a day if you weren’t such humble bast-turds and contacted the folks in Westminster, CA.) We’re idealists here in the US. We’re the brother of the world, part of our multi-ethnic heritage. And a brother’s love is a wondrous thing. A brother’s love is something that’ll get a brother to fight in fights that really aren’t his own or of his choosing; and make him fight harder than he probably should. We’d done it before. We continue to do so. It costs us big. It ruins the lives of some of those very dear to many of us. But still we send them. We’re idealists. We want a better world than we woke up to today. Making that world better costs mega, and not in dollars and cents. A future worth creating has an immense human cost, for us and for those we aim to help. Getting the killing over fast keeps the cost down, but it doesn’t ever make the cost disappear.
My long, odd, and oft times unconventional education has also shown me that at times corporations weren’t evil incarnate, most times actually. They have their moments of duplicity, but often times they’re motivations are misunderstood because people use lenses and prisms to interpret what they’re doing, a sort of circular logic game people play to justify hating Big Business regardless of the good they actually do (we on the right often do the same for NGO’s). Does anyone actually think the guys in the lab at Pfizer just want to bilk joe avg? Does anyone think I went into chemistry because I had illusions of being a millionaire living in Malibu with a 40’ yacht? I went into chemistry a) because I was pretty good at it and b) because when my grandmother died in my arms there weren’t drugs cheap enough to prevent what happened to her (brain aneurysm) or pain meds to prevent her from suffering more than she should have, farkin’ entropy. I sure wasn’t going to find the next super cheap anti-clotting medication on my own in a garage lab (sorry, chemistry does not work like the tech industry does where decentralization is better or even preferred.). But with a contract at Pfizer, or Eli Lilly, or some other pharma firm I just might (unfortunately kerataconus reared its ugly head and put the end to that little plan). Corporations are peopled with individuals who aren’t jackals by and large, even the executives (Not as sure about the marketing and accounting departments though. I think they really are jackals.). Unfortunately, the rules, gov’t implemented rules to protect people who have invested their pensions in these companies or to protect you from when we well intentioned scientist types make mistakes in the lab, prevent them at times from being charities. Like gov’t, businesses have a bottom line they have to toe. That’s an angering but true little factoid.
So that’s how I got to be a neo-con, a living breathing neo-con with a conscience and a desire for a better world than I found. Not just some caricature of one. Not some nebulous thing you can demonize out of fear. Not something you can hate simply because you don’t or won’t attempt to find out what my motivations really are and instead toss everything and the kitchen sink at.
I wanted, and still want, the same world Dr. Barnett and Andy Barnett want. A just, fair, and free one full of plenty for all and little need for people to wage wars over things. I just disagreed, and continue to disagree, on how to get there. That meant there was only one party for me. The GOP since the Dems really weren’t that interested in this kind of thing when I was getting started. They were still bashing Reagan for trying to bring down the Sov Union---that jerk who was upstaged by a monkey, war-mad cowboy who, and dolt . They were still calling the ‘buy American’ plan jingoism and fascism (only now they use that very same thing, in a modified form, to bash off shoring---except Dr. Barnett. He sees how this pushes us toward the end zone.). They were making fun of a man who’d had his arm shattered by machine gun fire fighting real fascist bast-turds in Italy over his infirmity. They were pushing platforms that called for the worst, least efficient, least actionable on the personal level and operational level plans I’d ever heard for helping the greatest number of people. Father Scanal’s plans worked and he wasn’t buying their plans. Their plans couldn’t and wouldn’t work as I’d seen from the worm’s eye view. They were for interventionism only when their guy sat below Damocles’ Sword, but called anyone else doing it the worst names imaginable. They thought Vietnam was the worst thing possible and a stain on our national honor; but I’d seen, first hand, that the real horrors of Vietnam were living next door to me and in Westminster, with broken bodies, stolen virtue, ravaged minds, broken hearts, and a home they could never go back to. I had no choice but to become a Republican. The Dems had no freakin’ clue (welfare reform’s done pretty good, even if there are problems with it, ain’t it? And Clinton was forced into that.), even if they won back then.
Odd that I'm a neo-con since I would’ve voted for JFK had I the chance to do so.
So, I sit here wondering, why is Dr. Barnett’s brother calling me Beelzebub? I mean, I want the same things (90% homology) as he and Dr. Barnett do. So what gives?
Largely, it’s an election year. Hyperbole is bound to happen. That’s what happens during silly season. As Chick Hearn used to say, ‘No harm, no foul.’
Then there’s that Andy Barnett has two sons serving in the Gulf and a third seems to have retired from the Reserves of one of the Services (May they come home sound of mind, body, and spirit. May the Lord protect and guide them home to you soon, sir.). Hey, worrying about your kids is a fine reason to be mad at any president by me. I just wish he understood our, we neo-cons, motivations a little better before he hauled out his rhetorical claymore. Or had better aim.
But, man, don’t insult my intentions or my intelligence. Don’t pretend you and yours alone hold the keys to virtuousness. Don’t pretend you alone have our nation and world’s wellbeing at heart. Don’t pretend that you alone have the fair treatment of our retired or injured service people as an imperative. Don’t do that just so you can climb up on a soap box to bash us with a Nerf hammer for political gain. Mostly, don’t do that because it is not true, not by a long shot. We're willing to work with you and not against you on quite a few things if you'd stop to find out who we are and what we're about.
Particularly don’t dis me and all the other neo-cons with the same slander that the left has hurled at the right when we’re on the same side for all intents and purposes of working for a future worth creating; and with that future looking very, very similar. There’s so much more that could be accomplished if neo-libs didn’t see domestic political profit in taking a pound of flesh out of us moderate conservatives or neo-cons. RINO’s and neo-cons really aren’t that much different than neo-libs. If you really look at the nuts and bolts of what we’re about we really aren’t that different than Tom, even if there is a need, which I don’t deny, for you to show where such difference lays.
But you know what? I proll’y could get along with you Andy Barnett. He sounds like a good man, really. Kind of like John’s sister the liberal teacher. Good people with their hearts in the right place but different ideas of where the end zone is and how to get there. Seeing as how Mom grew up in backwoods Wisconsin and raised her two boys as if it was 1964 and a healthy diet of sports (well, for my flesh and blood older brother it really the Sixties. For me it was the 1980’s.) I think I could get along with the guy just fine as he and Tom are Wisconsinites from a middling sized town and raised on sports. Right up until he pisses in my soup, insults me, and tells me that I’m the closest thing to Satan there is on this planet (which he would proll’y say if I was a paleo-con, or any other con for that matter) we’d get along great. But hey, we get you Andy. We get the anger. We get the why of it. We get you and your brother both on an intellectual level. We get what it is you’re trying to create and the reasons behind it. We here at Castle Argghhh! by and large want the same things, just disagree about how to get there or where the there is.
So, just try not to stick that knife so deep into the back of those of us who you really should consider your allies instead of political hacks like Kos who’d drop you the instant they saw political advantage doing so in the future, okay?
But yeah, as we’re learning around here, a brother’s love is a wondrous thing. To all the Big Brothers out there: salut! The world’s on its way to becoming a great place thanks to you guys.
ry
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July 13, 2006
Hey! I'm not fat, I'm embonpoint!
Yeah - that's it!
I often disagree with John Derbyshire of National Review - but I'm with him on this one!
[Enter Husband from left. He has just taken a shower, and is wearing only a towel fixed round his waist.]
Wife [pointing at husband's fairly ample midriff]: What's that?
Husband: That? That's my embonpoint.
W: Your what?
H: Embonpoint. That's my embonpoint.
W: That's not a word.
H: Is so.
W: Well, it's not an English word.
H: If it's in the dictionary, it is. I bet it's in the dictionary.*
W: It's flab, that's what it is.
H: Embonpoint.
W: Flab. Gut. Beer belly. You should get rid of it.
H [feigning outrage]: Get rid of my embonpoint? Never!
W: Om bom pom, phooey. You give it fancy name, doesn't make it beautiful. It's flab. You need to exercise more.
H: No time. Too busy working to support my family.
W [scornfully]: Hah! You worked much harder when we first got married, but didn't have om bom pom. What happened to your six-pack?
H: It's there.
W: Where?
H: Under my embonpoint.
*Oh yeah it *is*... embonpoint.
July 01, 2006
Argghhh!
How'd I miss this! Jim, I *knew* you were ill, but damn, fella, this is taking it too far.
Jim Baen is dead.
Little SciFi authors (and we who love to read 'em) have lost a great friend.
Flip side - the Other Side has now been blessed with the arrival to two Dyed-in-the-Wool Curmudgeons, as Jim joins Acidman Over The Rainbow.
How'd I miss this? I've been so busy I haven't been keeping up with my Snarkatron.
Raise a glass my friends - to Army Security Agency Analyst, Greenwich Village Coffee shop manager, but most importantly - A Father of Science Fiction - Jim Baen.
Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance: In Memoriam.
April 15, 2006
Argghhh!
Damn damn DAMN! Farking lottery tickets.
Sharp eyes might correlate this datum.
Sigh. It's also kind of sad, to see a life's work like this broken up. There's some rare stuff - stuff we've *never* seen in the US, except as photos, like the two tanks on this page.
Geoff, yer a mean, mean man, to send me this.
You, you, you, POMMY POOFTER B@ST@RD YOU!
We return this blog to it's upright, non-potty-mouth position.
Thank heaven I can't get Down Below for this. I'd be a homeless guy at a Raffles buffet.
March 29, 2006
Paying attention, reasons for, #2,354,671
Don't sleep and drive.
Wear your seatbelt.
That is all.
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Quotulatiousness links with:
A cautionary video
January 17, 2006
Okay, let's put this baby to rest.
I should get a job as a consultant. Oh, wait! I already have one! (Though not for much longer, If I dork up a client engagement like I hosed this post- watch the melt-down of a cocky blogger as he gets deconstructed by his *friends*. I can't wait for the moonbats to show up).
This mystical missile/artillery projectile which the US has been blamed for. I've been in training for the last two days and haven't really been able to jump on this.
But I've got my answer.
This is the round in question:

My conclusion?
Update:Originally I thought the 152mm HE. Then I found the pic of the 122mm HE (left) and let myself get target fixated on the markings match. Just like that one. Then, on my own and outed in the comments before I could post it - I found the 155mm version (on the right).
The Pakis make a 155mm round, with the same general marking scheme, though I haven't been able to get good dimensional data (though they call it an M107, the dimensions of the round in the picture don't quite match the M107 dimension I was measuring (which I chose because it was self-referent and didn't require an external reference.) but some of that is accounted for in distortion in the photographs, as well as the fact that the rotating band on the NYT is squashed a bit from firing.
As Tobias notes in the comments (he caught me before I was done with this update), you can make a case the contours are different from the 122mm pictured, I concede that and won't deny perhaps a little target fixation on my part. Heck, when I really think about it - 122mm in comparison is really rather smaller - further reinforcing the 152/155 idea - and with no evidence (thus far) of Pakistani 152mm production... That said - the markings match Pakistani practice, and while I haven't slugged through the deployments - I don't believe we ever sent 155mm guns to Afghanistan, and we don't drop artillery munitions from aircraft. We have dropped artillery cannon barrels from aircraft... as ordnance. The Gulf War GBU-28 bunker busters.
Updated updated updates. Fark it. I quit. I'm too stupid for this job. This is turning into a Wiki where I'm the secretary...
"we don't drop artillery munitions from aircraft."
Weeeeellll, actually, we do. 105mm Rounds, precision fired at a rate of about 9 per minute, handfed, from about 5-10K feet up. But that round's too small for a 105, right?
I'll just leave it alone from here on out, and quit trying to be newsy and current. I suck at it. At least today. To hell with the voices in my head. Feh.
He's right of course. The flipping AC-130. No I don't think it's a 105. But nonetheless, I give up. I'm tired of all the edits and editors. (It's *my* fault, I'm the dolt who typed this drivel and then put it up).
Here - look for yourself. From left to right (the two center are *roughly* in scale to each other, the two outer are larger in relative terms to the center projos): 152mm, 155mm Pakistani, 155mm US, the NYT projectile.

The Pakistanis also make a 130mm round, which follows the same marking conventions, but the rotating band is so dissimilar as to not be in contention.
BTW - guess who makes and uses these rounds? With these markings? Pakistan Ordnance Factory. Click on products, ordnance, artillery. Take a look at the wares offered - and how they are marked.
Okay, that's the dull and boring stuff. See the Flash Traffic/Extended Entry for How I Reached That (partly wrong before the update) Conclusion.
Flash Traffic (extended entry) Follows »
My first thought on briefly examining the pic in question was that the proportions weren't right for a 155mm, and were in fact a touch squat for a 152mm, which was my initial assessment, which I laid out over at the 'Phibian's place.
Today, I got a copy of the pic and loaded it into Photoshop.
1. I don't think it was 'shopped. I have *some* experience with that. If it was shopped, it's a very good job. (Update: That contention is getting slapped around a little, too, but I don't profess to be a good 'shopper).
2. My initial estimate was off because I didn't realize the fella with the fancy headgear was standing as far back as he was.
3. It is *clearly* a fired artillery projectile (the NYT has admitted it isn't a missile) and not a missile. In their defense, you should see the captioning goofs in Army/Navy/Air Force/Marine Corps Times, Soldier Magazine, and the DoD websites. Shameful.
4, I enlarged the photo. The markings are not right for a US round.
5. I think I *do* recognize the markings. I printed the pic.
6. I measured the width of the rotating band, and then looked at how many times it would measure up the carcass of the round to the bourrelet, which is the shoulder of the round before the curve of the ogive starts (the pointy end). In short, how many times the width of the rotating band was the carcase to the bourrelet? The round in the pic is at best 1:3 5 (bad fingers!) a smidge under. Okay. I'm pretty sure at this point I know what it is. But, I'm the Armorer. Nothing can be that easy. (and it won't be, since I'm failing Analyst 101 and seeing what I want, and not *looking* anymore)
Being the Armorer, I, of course, own a 155mm HE M107 round. That's the standard HE round the US uses. Only problem is, unless I've missed something - we never sent 155mm guns to Afghanistan. Just 105mm. Being the Armorer, I have a couple of types of 105mm, including, of course, HE. Before you ask, I also have 8in, 8in RAP, 175mm HE, and 155mm DPICM (mind you - all legally procured, all inert, empty, and only dangerous (they weigh a *lot*) to your feet and fingers if you drop them. I schlepped the 155mm (roughly 90 lbs empty) and the 105 (I don't remember how heavy empty) upstairs. I left the 170 lbs 8 inchers in the basement. (Stop the sniggering, this is Serious Journalistic Stuff!).
Short answer, I schlep that stuff upstairs. (it *won't* be there when you get home on Friday, SWWBO), take some pics for you guys. And do some measuring.
Okey-dokey. The ratio is 1:7 for a M107. Therefore, not a 155mm. I don't even bother with the 105mm. I just took pics because, well, I can. (Of course, I didn't account for the distortion to the rotating band of the NYT projo because it was fired, either. Oops.)
Now that I'm 99% certain of my ID, I rummage in my sources.
And found the pic up top. (Which matched my expectations - which, in a way, is what happened to the NYT, eh?)
Mystery solved. I'm not going to rule on the journalism, but I will say this - that suckah ain't ours, and we didn't put it there. Which does beg the question... did we just kill a Pakistani Armorer-equivalent? Bummer dude - you need to be better read in to local law enforcement and not hang around with bad guys.
That's my analysis, and I'm sticking to it. Except when I change it because I'm probably wrong. I at least leave it all there for y'all to look at, rather than just move the post downstream, in the equivalent of a page 28 retraction...
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November 24, 2005
The pathetic life of geeks.
I'm included in the usage.
An email exchange this morning:
From Beth:
More coffee?
please?
Then I'll get up and do the dressing!
besides, you can do a post of my laziness!!!
love,
Beth
My response:
Re: more coffee?
Yer pathetic. You know that, right?
Regardless of my thoughts, the coffee *was* delivered.
re: more coffee?
I'm just giving you a blogging opportunity!
love,
Beth
Words fail.
May 31, 2005
Training Status Report
Phase II of the Armorer's retraining in the use of sharp pointy objects continues. (Phase I was the Chinese Commie period of self-criticism and the abuse from youse guys).
The Armorer handled a sharp blade with a pointy end today.
SWWBO was present.
No damage was inflicted anywhere it was not intended, nor was any blood shed.
The Armorer has received 1 'Go' at this station. I have not been made privy to how many 'goes' are required before I will be allowed to solo.
Confused? Click here. The post above it has a kewler pic.
May 26, 2005
Sigh. When will they *I* ever learn?
What have I learned today?
That I'm a slow learner.
That I will never compete with Neffi regarding bayonets. But not for the reasons you think.
The Staff at Cushing Memorial Hospital are *very* nice.
When you're the Armorer, even little arteries can spurt several feet.
Remember this post?
Well, I'm a slow learner.
Seven, yes, seven stitches.
Sigh. I'm an idiot.
But! But! Nice staff at hospital aver that hydrogen peroxide would clean the blood off of my nice pants.
They were right.
The *very* nice staff sent this note home:
Dear Mrs. Donovan,
While we thoroughly enjoyed your husband's visit today, we feel that perhaps the Castle Household needs some more adult supervision.
In the future, if you are going to be gone for any length of time, and your son Andy is going to spend his time with his friends in Lawrence, *please* lock up all the sharp pointy things at the Castle.
Frankly, Mrs D, your husband can't be trusted with sharp objects.
Hope your trip to London was fun,
Warm Regards,
The Emergency Room Staff.
PS. We're serious. *Seven* stitches. Oh, and don't forget the knee pads and helmet, too!
Sigh. I think I'll take tomorrow off.
Update: As Were-Kitty and Boquisucio point out- it's an epidemic!
The Brits, it would seem, are keeping tabs on the Armorer and RedSix... well I fooled them! The kitchen knife I used wasn't that long! So there! Hat tip: Confederate Yankee!
Heh. Once again the Denizens are trying to steal my thunder in the comments. No fair, guys - I'm typing one-handed, waiting for the drugs to kick in.
Anyway, sorry Boq - not the cartridge, simply the projectile. And it's the Navy-produced projo for the Army 3inch antitank gun, discussed elsewhere around here, though I'm too lazy to go look right now.
Here it is. The hole in it is the official demilitarization action. That is in the 'ballistic cap' part. The ballistic cap is light sheet steel, intended to improve the aerodynamics of the round.
This is a different view. This is a tracered (glowing phosphorous in the base, so the gunner can follow the projo in flight), armor piercing round with a small charge of Composiiton B (this round, being demilled, has no tracer or Comp B, *John*). The actual part of the round that was to do the piercing was pointed and hardened- but during the war they discovered that solid or semi-solid shot like this would deflect when the round hit sloped armor. So, they put a cap on the projo, the purpose of which was to keep the round in place as it hit sloped armor - the 'cap' has a much blunter profile and is not hardened, so it tends to deform as it hits and the actual damage-producing part passes through, slightly lubricated by sublimated superheated material from the cap. That is what you see in the picture below. I can't take off the cap without a lot of effort - and then it won't stay on, so trust me about the pointy part...

Anyway, this was in a very tight cardboard tube. I was being careful (reeeely!) with the knife... when the blade hit the spiral of the cardboard wrap.... which diverted the knife... into my hand.
Sigh. What the heck, semi-gun-porn!
Update: Boquisucio, Commander of the Moat Fleet and Castle Latin Grammarian, asked in an email whether or not Zirconium Oxide, vice Phosphorous, was used in tracer compounds. Well... I dunno about Zirconium Oxide, but he's prolly right in re phosphorous, given that we use red and white phosphorous as screening agents (smoke screens)... I did find a corporate website that showed what mil-standard chemicals they provided for modern tracer use:
Tracers
The tracer composition is used mainly in small arms ammunition for spotting, incendiary and fire control purposes. The light produced by the burning tracer composition is used for tracking.
IPI manufactures the following materials that are used in the production of tracer compositions:
Barium Nitrate, MIL-B-162D
Barium Peroxide, MIL-B-153A
Calcium Resinate, MIL-C-20470A
Coating Compound (Bituminous Solvent Type, Black), MIL-C-450
Magnesium-Aluminum Alloy Powdered, JAN-M-454
Magnesium Powder, MIL-M-382C
Polyvinyl Chloride, MIL-P-20307A
Strontium Nitrate, MIL-S-20322B
Strontium Peroxide, MIL-S-612B
Vinyl Alcohol Acetate Resin Solution (VAAR), MIL-V-50433
That's at least a partial list of what is currently in use... I'm not that motivated to find out what was used in the past!
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May 23, 2005
A Promise to Keep
Two years ago, I promised Kate the LudditeWife we'd go somewhere for our 20th. She's an oenophile (no, Neffi -- it means she knows about wine) and has friends in Napa, so naturally I figured she'd pick a trip to Wine Country.
She did. She gets Bordeaux, Burgundy, Champagne, Cognac...not the wines, the provinces and towns.
Good thing she gave me a little advance warning--it took two years to pay for it. And, since she's a Luddite, I have to tag along to work the digital cameras.
Drat. At least I talked her into seeing the invasion beaches.
I'll see all y'all on 4 June. I may even retain a semblance of sanity...
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May 23, 2005
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May 15, 2005
Mea culpa.
I have been remiss. More than a few of you have asked how things are going, so, just to keep everybody in the loop, here's an update.
Ummmm--but first, about Kate the LudditeWife. I've mentioned her and her aversion to the triple-dub world a couple of times (to expressions of utter disbelief), so here's KtLW in Context:
KtLW: "It's after midnight! What are you doing on that %$#@! computer?"
Me [glancing at watch]: "It's only 9:45. I'm re-working my resumé and getting ready to send--"
KtLW: "Turn off that computer and do something about getting a job! Call somebody!"
Me: "It's a quarter to ten at night. I don't think there are too many--"
KtLW: "Well, call somebody who's still awake and get a job!"
Even I couldn't make that up. Or this:
[*telephone rings*]
Me: "Hello?"
Kelly: "Hi, Bill, it's Kelly. Is Kate home?"
[note: Kelly is a thirtysomething single mom we've known for a couple of years. I know what you're thinking, and the answer is "No."]
Me: "Hi, Kelly. She's out boosting the local economy. She should be back in an hour or so."
Kelly: "Cool. Could'ja tell her to call me when she gets back?"
Me: "Sure."
Kelly: "Thanks. Toodles."
Me: " 'Bye."
One hour later.
KtLW [exiting garage]: "Get the packages out of the trunk. Did anybody call?"
Me: "Kelly. She'd like you to give her a call."
KtLW: "What were her exact words?"
Me: "Uhhh--'Is Kate home? Could'ja have her give me a call? Thanks.' "
KtLW: "And did you get a phone number?"
['nother note: KtLW and Kelly yak on the phone about five times a week]
Me: "Well, I kind of thought you already knew her number."
KtLW: "There you go again--stop thinking and do something intelligent for a change!" *flounces into house*
So, that's kinda how things are with me--same-old, same-old. Thanks for asking...
And how are things with you?
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CW4BillT
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April 01, 2005
G-o-o-o-d Morning, All
Okay, my Cricket impersonation is nowhere near as good as my Tom Selleck, but here goes...
[*a-hem* *chirp*] [*flawless cricket*] Good morning, all! Brekkies will be served in continuous seating by your wait-scruple. Mimosas for starters, made with a charming asti left over from the party last--ummm--week, was it?--artfully mixed with freshly-defrosted jus à l'orange, garnished with marshmallows that Were-Kitty found stuck to her--um--oh, dear.
Never mind.
Oh. And decorated with festive white mini-umbrellas hand crafted by Fuzzybear Lioness (take a bow, o serene one!) from some latex balloons she found behind the red couch in the library where she hides from Neffi.
Your appetizer will consist of eggs Benedict served on oat bran muffins, so they're actually heart-healthy! These specially-procured bedoodlewhoopie eggs...*?*... [*reverts to normal reverberant baritone*] Punctilious, darlin', where did you say you got those eggs? Bedoodlewhoopies are marsupials, hon, they don't--the sub-basement??! Oh, geez, when? Uhhh...okay, scruples, another round of mimosas and don't forget the rubb--uhhhh--mmmmmbrellas...I gotta go mend a fence. Oh, man--that's gotta be one torqued Komodo dragon...
Geez, Punctilious, chickens have feathers f'gosh sakes...no, no, no--I'll go down first...drat.
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CW4BillT
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Apr 01, 2005
March 25, 2005
All, right. That's it.
SWWBO is coming home, so I'm doing the Happy Dance.
And... Donna at Pajama Pundits has The Carnival of the Recipes, Vol 1, #32 up!
:grump
But.
But..
But... This travel has *got* to cease.
Today, I went until noon before I noticed (noon and two meetings) that I had my shirt on inside out.
This just doesn't happen when SWWBO is home.
Sigh.
/grump
The money spends, though. The money spends.
February 16, 2005
Bad Days.
Yesterday, SWWBO and I both had Bad Days. Bad Days in ways that are completely typical for the respective individuals.
You can read about SWWBO's here. Hey, she posted it! It's not like I'm talking out of school or something.
Anyway - she calls last night to chastise me for not answering my email. (That's related to her Bad Day) We get off the phone, and I go back to what I was doing, which was maintenance.

To shorten a short story further, I bayoneted myself yesterday. Yep. At least Dad got to shoot the guy who bayoneted him. That just would have made things more annoying in my case.
Dang. That hurts.
Bled like a stuck pig, too. Now I know, on several levels, what that means.
Anyway, there I was getting ready to clean up a Czech Vz24 Mauser. The thing's long enough without the attached bayonet, so off comes the John-sticker. Part of maintenance is bayonet maintenance, so I try to pull off the scabbard to check the blade. This is a nice, Predzuce 44 bayonet with a VERY SHARP TIP. And it's always had a sticky scabbard - which I may now look into more closely.
Anyway, sitting there, rifle all properly cleared and resting on the table, I'm trying to get the scabbard off (yes, bayonet-geeks, the blade was inserted properly - this is a spring problem) - while at the same time not wanting to suddenly have the blade clear, with my hands suddenly flying left and right - to knock down the rifles stacked there waiting their turn for the Armorer's attention.
Which means I'm putting a good effort into pulling apart - while at the same time holding together... which sets me up for my magical moment.
The scabbard gremlin - sensing victory - lets go, hoping for a game of 'pick-up-sticks-with-rifles' when I foil his evil plan. The counter-tension I've got going works, and nary a rifle is disturbed. The bayonet however...
It goes.
Not far. Only about, oh, an 8th of an inch too far, plunging the point into the knuckle of my right index finger. Who'da thunk that particular body part was so well supplied with blood? *I* certainly didn't!
This morning, it's a little, tiny dink. Hurts like hell though, since apparently it wasn't my Herculean effort at stopping the bayonet that worked... it was the bone inside the damn knuckle.
Sigh.
Still - I'd rather bayonet myself than have to admit that I sent some sappy love note to someone else's spouse... especially after having busted MY spouse for not responding to it... hee hee hee.
And, a Bad Day bayoneting yourself while cleaning your collection is better than being a liberal twisty-pants all wrought up over the fact that someone, somewhere, *didn't* have an abortion yesterday...