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Friday, October 31, 2003

My Halloween Costume

At this point it's probably too late for anyone to cop my idea so here's what I will be wearing for tonight's festivities:

Un fromage mangeant le singe de reddition.

A picture will be posted tomorrow so you judge how successfully I pulled it off.






Respect Your Elder Episode #343

Just last night JB Doubtless and I were discussing the continued holdout of Minnesota Wild star Marian Gaborik. JB opined that based on all the verbal nastiness that transpired this past week, it was likely that Gaborik would not play for the Wild this season. I chose to disagree, explaining that it was quite possible that the Wild and Gaborik would come to terms at any moment.

Less than twenty four hours later, voila!, a deal is inked.

Meanwhile Manny Ramirez was not claimed on waivers by any clubs today. Which means that Hugh's pipe dream of the Indians reacquiring Manny is shattered. But Atomizer meanwhile, is probably breathing a sigh of relief that Manny is not Minnesota bound, given his past experiences with him.

"Atomizer! I'm goyin to steel yur geerlfriend."






Do Democrats Cause Cancer?

First, the Fox Network goes after Al Franken for using the phrase "fair and balanced". Now we find out that they threatened to sue themselves over an episode of the Simpsons:

In an interview this week with National Public Radio, Matt Groening recalled how the news channel had considered legal action, despite the fact that "The Simpsons" is broadcast on sister network, Fox Entertainment.

According to Groening, Fox took exception to a Simpsons' version of the Fox News rolling news ticker which parodied the channel's anti-Democrat stance..."


Fox, probably devastated over their failure to stop Al Franken, decided not to pursue the suit.

The network will, however, no longer allow Groening and company to broadcast fake news crawls anymore "...because it might confuse the viewers into thinking it's real news". I can see how one could confuse a cartoon simulation of a news show with the actual news. Especially when the headlines read:

"Do Democrats cause cancer? Find out at Foxnews.com. ... Rupert Murdoch: Terrific Dancer. ... Dow down 5000 points. ... Study: 92 percent of Democrats are gay. ... JFK posthumously joins Republican Party. ... Oil slicks found to keep seals young, supple. ... Dan Quayle: Awesome."

It's bad enough that the lefties think everyone who watches Fox News is a knuckle dragging troglodyte but now even Rupert Murdoch himself agrees. Earth to network guy...it's called comedy! Get yourself a sense of humor and give your lawyers a break.





You Find The Funniest Things With A Little Googling

As someone who has been reading Lileks for many years now, I've noticed that he has mentioned vaguely a few times that he is a musician of some sort, or at least was at one point. Sounds like he has played guitar and keyboards and perhaps even tinkered with his own recordings. Well I was doing some googling and I came across a little-known song he penned a few years back while he was under a heavy Lindsay Buckingham influence.

To me it is just a take on Lindsay's "Trouble" but judge for yourself.

I Think I Like Hummels

I really should be saying No More
I really shouldn't buy anymore
It's been so long since I held one
I've forgotten what porcelin love is for

I should run on the double . . .
Cuz I think I like Hummels
I think I like Hummels

So come to me figurine and hold me
I won't let Jasper take you away
Been so long since I held one
I'd forgotten my login for Ebay

I should run on the double . . .
Cuz I think I like Hummels
I think I like Hummels







If Ya Think Hugh's Sexy And You Want His Body Come On Baby Let Him Know

So I'm listening to Hugh last night and I hear some chippee singing lounge tunes as the bumper music. "Who's the dame?" I think to myself as I turn the dial to AM 1500. Ahh...just kidding.

After all, Hugh is "Filling The Gap" as the Patriot ads say. The ads seem to imply that he is not excelling, or even doing decent work--he's just a stop gap until KSTP gets someone else, at which point all of the former Jason Lewis listeners will turn back. Hugh--I suggest having a little talk with the not-yet-suffering-enough what's-his-name about this campaign.

So anyway, the music. Turns out it's Rod "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" Stewart. Hugh then said "Rod Stewart is to music as Hugh Hewitt is to radio: classic."

I wonder if Hugh and Rod have always been so closely tied in their careers. When Rod was seducing America's teens with "Tonight's The Night" or preening about with "Hot Legs" was Our Hugh such a fan? Now we don't know if Hugh used to have a wild side (what happens in The Yard stays in The Yard) but I doubt he was ever as wild as these Hot Legs lyrics:

Got the most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey


For some reason I don't see Our Hugh rocking out to such a ditty after law school class.

But I guess Hugh can appreciate the more sophisticated Rod Stewart and his new style, although critics seem to be a tad hostile (from Rolling Stone):

In his golden age (which, granted, ended thirty years ago), Stewart sang with great musicians, such as guitarists Jeff Beck and Ron Wood, guys who weren't afraid to make him work. Here, on chestnuts such as "It Had to Be You," "You Go to My Head" and "These Foolish Things," he sings against syrupy, obvious orchestral arrangements, driven by a beat that sometimes seems on the verge of a nap -- all of which encourages Stewart's worst habits: He sounds lazy, glib and uninvolved, just the opposite of when he still mattered.

Getting over the nonsense about "mattering" it's a pretty good description of what I heard last night. And when Fred Beetle Barnes is about to rock the house, you want something that is going to get the blood pumping. I noticed that Hugh also uses Eric Johnson music for some bumpers (which leads me to believe that Duane may be a guitar-head). So I say stick to that and the Lindsay Buckingham (what is Lileks' song? "I Think I Like Hummels"?)






Don't Mess With Catholic Chicks

Those of us who attended Catholic high school learned this lesson long ago:

A man described by authorities as a known sexual predator was chased through the streets of South Philadelphia by an angry crowd of Catholic high school girls, who kicked and punched him after he was tackled by neighbors, police said Friday.






We Resemble That Remark

Star Tribune TV critic Neil Justin comments on the audience on Jesse Ventura's America:

The spectators in the St. Paul studio are representative of Minnesota -- almost all white, casually dressed, well-read and extremely underwhelmed. They might make good company at the PTA meeting, but they're out of place on a national program with pumped-up rock music and a host who probably does pushups in his sleep.

While Neil's description certainly fits Atomizer, Saint Paul, and myself I would question how "well read" some of the other members of the audience were at the taping we attended. While they might have been quite thoroughly versed on the latest A.N.S.W.E.R. or Code Pink flyer they picked up at that day's demonstration, I don't think that necessarily qualifies one as "well read".

And I'm not sure how well we would fit in a PTA meeting either, having never attended one. Do they have an open bar?

Pumped up rock music? All I heard was barely audible stale classic rock staples.

Finally I don't know if Neil's taken a close at our ex-guv lately but 'The Body' ain't what it used to be. I dare say that our own Atomizer, not exactly what you would call an exercise fanatic, could crank out more push ups than Jesse these days.






Thursday, October 30, 2003

Paging Glen Mason

Every week I receive a free local community newspaper. I usually give it a quick run through, to check out the police report and and government activities of interest. The last few pages are devoted to sports news which is typically not all that rosy for the local high school. You see a lot stories like:

"Park girls soccer team ends season 5-17. Here a few of the bright spots..."

"Volleyball coach looking forward to next season with a number of players returning..."

"Oriole basketball team plays hard before falling again..."

The stories are not negative in any way, nor should they be. We're talking high school after all. But this week's edition featured an absolute classic line from the St. Louis Park football coach. It's not yet available online but the just of the story is this:

The football team finished the regular season with a 2-7 mark. Somehow this got them the third seed in the six team playoff section they were placed in. I don't know if it's because of some sort of BCS-like strength of schedule rating or what. Anyway they opened the playoffs at home against hated Shakopee. Shakopee entered the game as the sixth seed with a 0-8 record.

The result? Shakopee 22 St. Louis Park 7

The local eleven committed five turnovers on the way to getting their arses handed to them on their home turf by a team that hadn't won a game all year. So what was the problem coach?

"Shakopee played awfully hard", said St. Louis Park head coach Andy Ewald. "Being a favorite in the playoffs and having a home game was a new role for us. We have always played well in that underdog role. This was a role reversal."

This has to rank among the all time lamest excuses ever offered by a losing football coach. And I should know having lived (barely) through years of Denny Green with the Vikings and now Glen Mason with the University of Minnesota. Let's leave aside the fact the if the team had really "played well in that underdog role" it should have been better than 2-7 (they lost the last game of the regular season 42-0), but how can you blame the loss on the quite reasonable expectation that you might actually be able to beat a team that was 0-8? Were your guys "looking past" Shakopee? If so how can any 2-7 team look past anybody?

The really pathetic thing is that if SLP had played a better team and lost 49-7 the first thing out of old coach's mouth would have been, "Well we were the heavy underdog you know...".

Sorry to have saddled you squad with an expectation of victory coach. It won't happen again.






Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Photoshop? Never Heard Of It

Paul Watson, founder of Sea Shepherd Conservation Society, wrote this little nugget in his 1993 book "Earthforce: An Earth Warrior's Guide to Strategy":

If you don't know an answer, a fact, a statistic, then ... make it up on the spot.

Apparently, he also condones altering photographs. These images make even this photo look genuine by comparison. Come on, people. If you really want us to believe that the harvesting of a few dolphins could stain the water in an entire bay with blood, at least put a splash of red on the diver's white gloves! A puddle or two in the boat wouldn't hurt either.

For more info on Mr. Watson and his "non-violent" organization, read this.






Hate The Policy But Love The Politician

While I couldn't disagree more with his stance on prescription drug reimportation, I gotta give Minnesota Governor Tim Pawlenty credit for his plain speaking style:

Amid intensifying debate over reimporting U.S.-made drugs, Gov. Tim Pawlenty took to a national stage Tuesday to tout his plan to help Minnesotans fill their prescriptions more cheaply through Canadian pharmacies.

Pawlenty appeared before a congressional forum that included a familiar face: fellow Minnesota Republican Gil Gutknecht, chief author of a U.S. House bill that would allow Americans to purchase lower-priced drugs from Canada and 24 other industrialized nations.

In what essentially became a pep rally for advocates of legal drug reimportation, both Minnesota politicians drew parallels between growing public anger over soaring drug costs and the historic tax revolt that led to the Boston Tea Party.

"I don't want to overstate this, but there is a rebellion," Pawlenty said in an interview after the hearing. "People are already flipping off the government and doing an end run."







Death Becomes Him

Over the past few days I've been listening to the new Paul Westerberg release "Come Feel Me Tremble" and like a lot of his solo work, it's going to take a while to grow on me. But this time I'm going to patiently wait for it to happen, instead of prematurely dismissing it as a collection of not ready for retail unlistenable garage demos. That was my reaction to his previous effort, Stereo/Mono. But over the past year a good half dozen tracks from that album have proven themselves to be great, meaningful songs. Yes, there's still a lot of crap on there too, but six songs is good enough to justify my cash outlay.

The new CD has two songs that are great and immediately accessible: 'What a Day for a Night' and 'Crackle and Drag.' I'm not even sure what the first one is about and can't remember any lyrics except the chorus. But it has a hooky melody, clean instrumentation, and the patented Westerberg delivery of sounding exhausted and wryly self amused. For whatever reason, it makes you want to be in on the joke, and a more determined study of the lyrics usually pays off and makes you glad you put in the effort.

The second song is about the suicide of Sylvia Plath. As I've written before, that topic doesn't strike me as the kind of material great rock-pop songs are written about, at least not accessible ones. Although it does sound like a band that might be playing the Entry this weekend: (The Suicide of Sylvia Plath, followed by The Vomit of Keith Moon and the Momma Cass Ham Sandwich Experience.).

But 'Crackle and Drag' is beautifully done and even for somebody who knows nothing of Sylvia Plath, it eloquently articulates the tragedy of her death and the enormity of pain/madness/loss involved when someone is driven to take their own life. But this is Westerberg, so it's not pedantic, or melodramatic. His words are simple, his point of view clear, yet there's a world of subtle inference for the listener to take as far as they wish.

It has to be one of the five best suicide/early death songs in Westerberg's catalog. I'd put it right up there with 'Lush and Green, ' 'Good Day,' and 'Can't Hardly Wait.' What's great about Westerberg's collection of these types of songs is that it's ever growing. Not just with new songs he writes, but with old songs you thought were about relationships or some other BS, but turns out they're really about suicide. I had that experience watching the "Come Feel Me Tremble" movie and the song 'No Place for You' which, to my surprise, is about a friend of his who killed herself. (BTW - 'No Place for You' is one of those great songs from Stereo/Mono I previously referred to.)

Westerberg seems well aware of his habit of writing about this material. The 'Tremble' movie contained a clip of him playing an in-store gig. It was between songs and he was standing there beneath the garish lighting and amid the rock posters and CD racks and he asked the crowd, "So, are you guys tired of hearing songs about death yet?"

There's a lyric from 'Crackle and Drag' that says "she was cursed with insight." The last few days when I pass the Pioneer Press paper box by my house I'm forced to laugh, since it has a promotion for columnist Laura Billings on it that says "Laura Billings - 20/20 Insight."






Too Much Fuggin' Perspective

I would like to echo the sentiments that Atomizer expressed yesterday, and extend my prayers and hopes for safety to Ben from Infinite Monkeys and his family and to all those facing the fires raging in California. It certainly does help bring some perspective to one's life and if there is any benefit from such horrific events, it is that they remind us what really matters (your family and friends, your health, your memories) and what doesn't (your "stuff", the day to day minor inconveniences of life, Al Franken).

Alas, it seems to be a function of the human condition that such freshly gained perspective has a short shelf life. And I fear that by next week I will have slipped back into working myself into a dither over the most trivial of items and Atomizer will once again be bemoaning the fate of the his flailing fantasy football squad.

Perspective: easy to attain, much harder to hold onto.





Another Tet? I Wish

Instapundit has an excellent e-mail from a reader on why the recent attacks in Iraq in no way resemble the 1968 Tet Offensive in Vietnam. The only point I would add is that during Tet, which was just about at the height of US military strength in South Vietnam, Viet Cong sappers managed to infiltrate the heavily guarded US embassy in Saigon and hold parts of the compound for hours before finally being evicted in vicious fighting. That was a significant assault on a symbolic target, intended to demonstrate that nothing was really secure. Firing a dozen rockets at the al Rasheed Hotel and fleeing after you've been surprised by unarmed Iraqi police is not in the same ball park.

And as tough as it would be to bear the casualties (both civilian and military), the short term chaos that would result, and the psychological trauma sure to be made worse by the media, it probably would be a good thing for the US if the Islamist/Baathist elements in Iraq were to attempt a Tet-like offensive. I doubt if they could mount anything close to the scale of Tet, but if they would "come out" into the open and engage coalition forces it would provide the opportunity to destroy them. Right now the frustration for the coalition forces is that they're facing remote controlled bombs, mines, and hit and run mortar, RPG, and small arms attacks, which allow them little chance to respond effectively. Combined with what appears to be poor intelligence support on the ground, this looks like it could be a low level conflict that lasts for years. Not unlike Israel's experience in Southern Lebanon. Talk about a long hard slog.

The media wants to make this a Tet so they have a point of reference to yak about. I would like to see the Islamists/Baathists attempt a real "Tet" so we have a better point of reference to kill the bastards. Unfortunately, I don't see them making that mistake. Slog on.

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They Also Serve

The Command Post has news of an attack on Ukrainian peacekeepers in Iraq. I wonder if the 1,650 Ukrainian soldiers currently serving in Iraq consider themselves part of the "fraudulent coalition"?






Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Movin' On Up?

Monday's St. Paul Pioneer Press carried a story of how Republicans are already starting to look forward to 2006 and a chance to give Senator Mark Dayton the boot:

And when Republican activists talk about the race in which they hope to remove Democratic U.S. Sen. Mark Dayton, the name they mention most often as a potential challenger is 6th District Rep. Mark Kennedy.

Based on Saint Paul's latest slanderous defamation er... acute analysis of Mark Dayton, it's not surprising that Kennedy's not alone in his desire to take a run the befuddled one:

Kennedy is not the only Republican name being mentioned as a Dayton challenger: Rep. Gil Gutknecht of Rochester could throw his hat in the ring and Brian Sullivan, the businessman who challenged now-Gov. Tim Pawlenty for the GOP's endorsement for the state's top seat, also may be a contender.

Either of these gentleman would make a worthy opponent for Dayton. But Kennedy appears to very very early front runner. If Kennedy did run, who would fill his seat in the House of Representatives?

Among the potential Republican candidates being talked about to run for the 6th District seat: state Reps. Phil Krinkie of Shoreview and Jim Knoblach of St. Cloud, state Sens. Dave Kleis of St. Cloud, Michelle Fischbach of Paynesville, Michele Bachmann of Stillwater, Secretary of State Mary Kiffmeyer and former U.S. Sen. Rod Grams.

Yes, the same state Senator Michele Bachmann whom we had the pleasure of rubbing elbows with in August on The Patriot boat cruise. I think there was some talk radio host there as well but we were too busy chatting with the lovely Senator to pay much attention. It sounds like there is a pretty good chance that Senator Bachmann or Senator Eye Candy as JB likes to call her, may indeed make the leap from local to national politics:

"I've had a number of people call me and ask me to consider running and that is an option that I am considering," said Bachmann. But, like others, she adds she would only run if Kennedy decides to take on Dayton.

So we could have this scenario in 2006: Kennedy knocks Dayton out of the Senate and Bachmann wins the 6th District House seat. Let's just hope she'll remember the people who were with her from the start. Or at least with her from this past summer.






Perspective

I was sitting here at my keyboard pissed off about the fate of my fantasy football team when I clicked over to see what the Monkeys were up to. The fact that Marshall Faulk has only one touchdown this season seems embarrassingly unimportant now. Monkey Ben and his family seem to have escaped the blaze uninjured, but they most surely went through hell in the process.

I have experienced first hand the heartbreak of a home ravaged by fire. I watched the flames dancing on the roof of the place I called home. I felt the heat. I smelled the smoke. Jebus... I can still smell the smoke to this day. While some may consider me full of hate, I wish that horrible experience on no man.

You are a lucky man, Ben. This Minnesotan is praying for you and your fellow Californians.





Dewey Defeats No One--Shut Up And Stack

I've about had it with librarians. As Cliff Claven might say "Librarians...if there not turning down your proposals of marriage their accusing you of lascivious behavior in the bathrooms!" First they objected to children not being able to view porn and now this hysteria (a fitting description) over Section 215 of the Patriot Act?

I wanted to test just how seriously these Champions Of Liberty take their duty to provide us citizens with unfiltered access to all the goodness the internet has to offer. So down I went to my local library. Stopping one of the short-haired, cardigan-sweatered, thick-glassed crows I asked "Hey I'm looking for the 'nets hottest teens, any suggestions?" She looked at me, confused. "You know, the young ones, and none of them damn pay sites either" I also inquired if there was a computer that offered a little more "privacy" as I wanted to enjoy my constitutional privileges in a more secluded area.

Well, no, that didn't actually happen. But I am indeed sick of the constant stink of BS emanating from these book-stackers and their preposterously over-inflated view of their role in our society.

In today's WSJ there's another piece about how these people are up in arms about the Patriot Act and its Grave Threats to our liberties. I love this paragraph describing how an FBI agent was trying to convince a group of librarians that the act really isn't a threat:

Martha Jane Proctor, (Whoa...hold the phone. Martha Jane Proctor? Was there ever a more perfect name for a librarian?) her silver hair combed into stiff spikes, (are you reading as much between those lines as I am?) was having none of it. Ms. (lines!)Proctor pronounced the very idea of a library search "an abomination." And destroy records? "Of course I tell the library directors to do it. That's pretty much my opinion," she declared. Oh, it's your opinion. Well as long as you have a good reason.

Okay librarians, let's get this straight. You stack books in a building for a living. Are we clear? You run books under that beeping thing and give them to those of us who are too cheap to buy them in stores. You are not arbiters of free speech, the Constitution or our freaking civil rights. I know you probably have a little chip on your sunken shoulders because you feel you are too smart to be schlepping a wheeled cart of Barbara Kingsolver novels to section "818.23-920.34 Feminist Socialist Writers" but that aint my problem.

I'm aware of how you hate Bush and all he stands for, like normal society where people work jobs and go home and watch TV. I understand you are one of the feeling elite who is convinced that the times you live in are Historic and Important and this is your little chance to Stand Up and take your rightful place as one of the groups that said Not In My Name. How this is your chance to bite back at a society you think has marginalized you and your important skills of alphabetizing and mopping up homeless feces.

Well your little charade ends now. Laura Ingraham has Shut Up And Sing, I say Shut Up And Stack. And were this not a family blog (wha?) I would put it even a little stronger.

Growing up as a young lad in Excelsior, I remember the sullen, depressed attitudes of the librarians and how they always seemed ready to burst into angry tears. How they secretly loved telling me I had a fine of 60 cents because I brought back a Hardy Boys book a few days late. How they never smiled, never said a pleasant word and always seemed put-upon when you asked them anything.

So just relax book-stackers. The sky isn't falling. "They" are not coming for the children, the elderly or anyone else. Like most of us, you are not on some front line of the battle for liberty or any other such high-falutin' crap. So stick to what you know: the Dewey Decimal System, socialist novels and your uncanny ability to put newspapers in those wooden racks.






Almost Famous

Long time friend of Fraters, Gary Larson has a piece in today's St. Paul Pioneer Press on why Dave Anderson, founder of Famous Dave's barbecue empire, is an excellent choice to head the Bureau of Indian Affairs. And Gary informs me that even dazed and confused Democratic Senator Mark Dayton has now jumped on Dave's bandwagon. It's really quite difficult to read a story about Famous Dave without my mouth watering at the thought of that delectable Devil's Spit sauce. Mmmm....bar-be-cue.






Conservatives Read Books?

John Hawkins at Right Wing news has yet another survey of right-of-center bloggers. This time it's The Books That Have Had The Biggest Impact On Their Thinking . Nine of the seventeen choices that I sent in made the final cut. But I was a bit surprised by some of the books on the list.

While I like to listen to Rush on the radio as much as the next right-wing nutbag, I can't imagine citing one of his books for this survey. The other somewhat disturbing trend was the number of sci-fi tomes that rated mention. While I enjoyed reading the LOTR trilogy as much as the next comic book guy, I can't say it really influenced my thinking. And while The Chronicles of Narnia was a imaginative masterpiece with an important message, I can think of three or four other works by C.S. Lewis that I would add to the list first. How about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress ? C'mon people. Conservatives have enough of an image problem in the popular culture without having to put a neon sign up over our heads blaring, 'GEEKS-R-US'.






Monday, October 27, 2003

America? What's So Great About It Anyway?

On occasion when I read some of the letters to the editor in the Minneapolis Star Tribune I'm left speechless. Here's an example from yesterday's paper:

In response to Education Commissioner Cheri Pierson Yecke's claim in her Oct. 19 Op Ex commentary that students 'should know about a great nation,' I must take issue. As a social studies teacher I would suggest that we teach students the facts of history (without a political or ideological slant) and allow them the right to determine the greatness of our nation.

Sadly these standards, supported by Yecke, will do little more than promote cultural arrogance, while disenfranchising many students.


God forbid that I should question anyone's patriotism or stifle their right to dissent but since when is teaching children that America is a great country such an offensive idea? Of course we should teach students the facts of history without an ideological slant (what are the chances that this letter writer actually practices what he preaches?) but the notion that promoting American values and teaching that we have a great nation is "cultural arrogance" is ludicrous.

Our children need to be aware of the history and values of our country that make us a unique, and yes, even great nation. Not all nations and not all cultures are equal, no matter how much you might wish it so. Today when our country (and Western civilization itself) is engaged in a struggle against an ideology that seeks to destroy the United States and all that it represents, there is no room for cultural relativism in the classroom.






Can The Locusts Be Far Off?

Earthquakes, floods, Gray Davis, and now fires. Why does anyone live in California anyway? Rick e-mails to describe what it looks like:

Have you ever worn shooting glasses? They are the ones with the yellow tint which seem to brighten everything. That is how the world looks out here, sort of yellowish, hazy. Different from the greenish, hazy that goes with smog.






Maybe I Should Have Slipped Him A Hummel...

On Saturday I became the second member of the vaunted Northern Alliance (trademark pending) in a week to have a run in with the law. But unlike another rather well known scofflaw, I did not emerge unscathed from my encounter.

Fate is an fascinating and cruel mistress. Often when we experience an unfortunate event in our lives, we like to retrace our steps. We re-examine the decisions that we made, or did not make (if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice) that led us to our destiny.

Every year my wife and I make a trek to Pepin, Wisconsin to enjoy a meal at a wonderful little restaurant called the Harbor View Cafe. Typically we take this journey in the fall to enjoy the colors of autumn. We also do some shopping in the various artsy/craftsy/antique shops in the area, which make their living off day trippers like us from the Twin Cities. And after a sumptuous lunch, we usually stop off at Frontenac State Park just south of Red Wing, Minnesota to work off a few calories with a hike on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River.

Early last week we decided that Saturday would be a good day to do the Pepin run. But later in the week the weather forecast for Saturday was not looking good. Cold, cloudy, and rainy. So we elected to wait until sometime in early November. But lo and behold Saturday morning dawned with blue skies and sunshine. Yes, it was cold. But it was clear, at least in the morning. And there was no rain in the day's forecast.

October and November are extremely volatile months for weather in Minnesota. You never know just what to expect. Last weekend it was in the high seventies, even the low eighties here. This weekend it was in the forties. It might snow today, but it could also be sixty five on Halloween. Rather than risk waiting and having even worse weather in November, we once again changed our plans and the Pepin trip was back on. First opportunity to avert trouble missed.

There are a couple of different ways you can get from St. Louis Park, Minnesota to Pepin, Wisconsin. Probably the most direct route is to go south and pick up the 494 portion of the loop and take Highway 61 to Red Wing before crossing over to Wisconsin. You can also take Highway 62 to Highway 55 into Hastings and then hook up with Highway 61. It's a route I've taken a few times and is more scenic, but it takes a bit longer. On Saturday I considered revisiting it (sorry, but I couldn't resist) but instead decided on the 494 alternative. Opportunity number two to avoid trouble passed on.

And so we were cruising along on 494. Which in and of itself is not normal. The section of 494 that runs in the south metro area is usually a traffic nightmare. It's not as if it's always busy, it just seems that more and more often you can expect to run into congestion, even during non-rush hour times. So it was a liberating experience to find few cars on the road and plenty of room to operate. And I took full well advantage of this dearth of traffic.

I was tailing a white Dodge Intrepid, which was also humming along at a nice clip. As we both executed a pass of three slower cars on the bridge over the Minnesota River, I glanced down at my speedometer and noticed that we were doing between eighty and eighty five. That's a little fast, I thought. I should probably back off a bit. But we are making good time. That was the third and final chance I had to alter my imminent doom but once again I failed to act.

Shortly after crossing the bridge we came around a tight curve. A cleverly concealed Minnesota State Trooper was lurking under an overpass just on the other side of the curve. I caught him out of the corner of my eye and braked hard to reduce my speed. The Intrepid did not spot him right away and continued on at high speed for at least three seconds longer than I did. Then he too drastically cut his speed and pulled over into the center lane. I moved over as well and nervously glanced in my rear view mirror to see the sickening site of the trooper pulling out into traffic. Damn!

My only hope was that he had locked onto the Intrepid and was after him. But it quickly became apparent that I was in trouble when the trooper swept in behind me. He probably could have taken either one of us but since the Intrepid was in front of me, I was going down. For about thirty seconds he followed me and I was praying that maybe, just maybe he was going to let me slide. It's an enormously uncomfortable feeling when you know that your fate hangs in the balance. You try not to look into your rear view mirror too much but you can't help yourself. When the cherries finally do come on it's a shot to your solar plexus.

I pulled over to the shoulder and silently cursed the driver of the white Intrepid. While I was now in the depths of despair, he was feeling the elation that comes from surviving a near miss and was now Scot free. Bastage!

One of the first decisions that you have to make after being stopped by the police is how you're gonna play it. You don't have a lot of time to weigh your options either so you need to pick a game plan and stick to it. Since I'm not much of an actor I usually opt for the straight shooting but slightly clueless role. Sort of the the absent minded good citizen. A combination of being respectful and repentant. Cops don't like BS so I don't waste their time. That, a clean record, and a humble attitude have proven effective in the past. I haven't received a speeding ticket in over fifteen years, despite the occasional traffic stop.

The trooper approached the car and I made ready by digging out my license and rolling down the window. I believe in trying to make things as simple and painless as possible for both parties.

He was a young man but very professional and courteous.

"Good morning sir. I'm Officer Karlson. Do you know why I pulled you over today?"

Um...You liked the 'Deserve Victory' bumper sticker in my back window and wanted to know how you could purchase one yourself? Yeah, that happens all the time officer. In fact just the other day....

"Hmmm...I might have going a little over the speed limit.", I meekly replied.

"I had you on the laser doing eighty two."

Sounds about right.

"Do you know what the posted speed limit is here on four ninety four?"

"Sixty five?", I guessed hopefully.

"No it's sixty."

I rapidly did some calculations in my head. Eighty two minus sixty is twenty two. Twenty two miles over the speed limit.

And I reached a conclusion: I'm screwed.

"Any reason for your speed today sir?"

Well I'm not an engineer but I believe it has something to do with the amount of force I was applying to the accelerator with my foot.

Instead all I could offer was a lame, "Not really."

After checking my insurance and confirming that I was wearing a seat belt before the stop (I was) he returned to his car to begin the proceedings. At this point I still had a glimmer of hope, however unrealistic, that after checking my record, he might let me off with a warning. But as the minutes passed, my hopes faded. He was doing some serious writing and it wasn't a Happy Halloween note.

He returned and presented me with a citation.

"Sir I'm citing you for seventy in a sixty mile per hour zone. As I said I could have cited you for eighty two."

Gee thanks.

"If you wish to contest this citation you must appear in court in West St. Paul on November 26th at 1:00pm. Or you can just pay the fine. You can use the shoulder to build up speed before merging into traffic. Be careful and have a nice day."

Due to years of conditioning in commercial transactions I almost blurted out a "thank you" but managed to restrain myself and simply nodded my head. And in a way I guess I was fortunate, for if the officer had chosen to write me up for my true speed, I would be looking at a hundred and thirty five dollar contribution to the government coffers. This way I ONLY have to pay a mere hundred and five bucks. Lucky me.

Despite the rough start we soldiered on to Pepin and a couple of hours later, thanks in large part to a very generous glass of fortifying The Macallan Cask Strength Scotch (write that one down King), a couple of Summit Extra Pale Ales, and a delicious meal, I had pretty much put the whole incident behind me. Until I got back in my car and saw the bloody ticket staring me in the face. D'oh!

It's not really the hundred and five I have to shell out that really grates me. It's the fact that for the next year or so I'll have to be extra careful about watching my speed. I'll have to stick to the slow lanes, never drive faster than sixty five, and never pass anybody. I'll be driving like a fargin' Iowajin!

Well there's no point grousing about it now. I should just accept my fate and live with it. But I can't help but thinking, what if I had only...






Saturday, October 25, 2003

The Camera Don't Lie

Fulsome James Phillips chimes in with some reservations about my potential appearance on today's broadcast of Jesse Ventura's America:

Okay, you guys are starting to disturb me. First we are told to watch for The Elder's crotch (sorry, much as I enjoy F.L., ain't gonna happen), now we get the "brown sweater and the bedroom eyes"? If you think for a moment I am going to watch MSNBC and try to pick out the guy with the bedroom eyes ("not that there's anything wrong with that"), you are sadly mistaken.

I hear you James, but there's nothing we can do about it. Last week the director of the program made the decision to focus on the Elder's crotch. Perhaps it's decisions like that which have caused their ratings to triple over the past few weeks, as Jesse claims. (Editorial note - that's the final time I'll use the word "crotch" in a post. Feel free to print this one out and frame it for posterity.)

And I was born with the blessing/curse of these dreamy eyes. If I would have known they were going to make anyone in the TV audience uncomfortable, I would have worn my Foster Grants. But I didn't, so be warned, my heaters will be turned on to full effect. For those not willing to avert their stares, prepare for them to bore into your very souls. But any chronic viewers of MSNBC programming are used to that experience already.






Friday, October 24, 2003

Stranger in a Strange Land

Earlier today I attended the taping of this week's MSNBC program "Jesse Ventura's America." Without further ado, I'll get right to the topic everyone out there is eagerly awaiting - the early revelation of the Dork of the Week.

In the parlance of software development, this announcement has become the "killer app" of Fraters Libertas. After all the excess and ornamentation is stripped away, this is our reason for being in the marketplace. Week after week (well last week and this week anyway), you can turn to us to get a jump on your colleagues in crafting your intelligent analysis and witty asides for your watercooler chatter on Monday morning. Because all those other saps (non-Fraters readers) will have to wait until Saturday at 6 PM (CST) to find out that the Dork of the Week is .....

Kip Wall. (TA-DA!)

And believe it or not, he's not the Dork of the Week based on his name alone. I mean come on - 'Kip'? Sounds like some guy pledging Omega House. This name doesn't exist in Minnesota so I don't know what it's source is. Were his parents crazy about the Kiplinger Washington Letter? Maybe just big fans of Tom Hanks' work in Bosom Buddies?

In reality, Kip Wall is the Executive Director of the state insurance plan for the state of Louisiana. He recently approved weight reduction surgery (stomach stapling) for obese employees as a part of the state's health plan. Jesse had some point about how this represented government waste. But truth be told, I really wasn't paying attention to his reasoning since during this segment the audience coordinator Sonja was hovering about in the wings, and let's just say her blonde hair and tight turtlenecked presence demands attention (va-va-voom).

If Jesse took suggestions for Dork of the Week, I was prepared to shout out "JB Doubtless." If for no other reason than his non-appearance at this event. Despite acquiring one of the prized seats in the audience, he was a no-show. I forget the exact reason, something about an interview with a Fortune 500 company, or getting married, or having a kid, or some other BS excuse. But since Jesse didn't solicit suggestions, we're left the lesser choice of Kip Wall and all that implies.

Now my impressions of the show. In general, being a tourist in Jesse Ventura's America is pleasant and highly entertaining. He has a very efficient organization around him, the crew is professional and welcoming, and everything was done in one take. In person, Jesse is charming and funny, with a real populist appeal and I was reminded why he was such a strong candidate back in 1998.

Since the Elder's masterful description of events a week ago are all true, I won't repeat those details. I was kind of hoping he was engaging in some sort of deception so I could start one of those stalker/fact checking sites that the likes of Andrew Sullivan, Instapundit and David Horowitz have acquired. I was going to call it Fraters Liartas or Fibbers Libertas. But since our truth rate remains remarkably high, I'll have to put that idea on ice (at least until the Atomizer does another one of his posts about how much he loves everybody).

The main difference between my experience and the Elder's was that the first guest appeared via satellite, rather than live. And, curse the luck, the first guest happened to be Ted Nugent. I never even got to see the Motor City Madman, since the large video screen was placed (with its back to us) in front of the audience section I was in.

Given the overexposure received by the Elder's crotch last week (and no doubt the flood of complaints from the Family Research Council), I thought this might have been some sort of patented Crotch Blocking device. And while it no doubt served that purpose (and thus negated the promotional affect of the "Fraters Libertas" cod piece I was wearing), its intended purpose was to beam Nugent's image in from Michigan. Even though we never saw him, according to rumors that filtered into our section, he was wearing a 'Predator' hat and camouflage of some sort.

Before the show started, Jesse came out and warmed up the audience for a few minutes. This period was extended longer than normal due to satellite problems (which some tech was blaming on solar flares). The highlights included his telling of the "real" reason he didn't run for a second term as Governor. This may be a world exclusive for Fraters Libertas (although it seems to me I've heard of it before), but he said it was because of the various unions for state employees. Jesse said he was appalled when they went on strike back in 2001, just a few weeks after the September 11 atrocities. And he was further appalled when they criticized his visiting of Ground Zero, for some partisan reason or another. Jesse summed up his decision for not running by saying "I just didn't want to be these people's boss any longer." A sentiment current Gov. Pawlenty probably empathizes with at this point.

Jesse also spent a few minutes decrying the fact he couldn't charge the Star Tribune for his lawyer's fees when successfully fighting some error about him that resulted in a retraction. Again! Yes, as the Elder talked about last week, Jesse is still peeved about this, and given his history of holding grudges, might be for years to come.

Besides Nugent, who very articulately discussed gun rights, the only other guest was an author who wrote a book alleging that Lyndon Johnson was responsible for the Kennedy assassination. His evidence seemed thin, although he didn't get much of a chance to present it, since Jesse was more interested in talking about the fall out he may face for making such an outrageous charge. But the one remarkable fact that emerged was that this author, Barr McClellan, is the father of current White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan. According to Barr, his son hasn't read the book, and they're not on regular speaking terms (he said he hoped the two could talk at the younger McCellan's upcoming wedding), so conspiracy-minded scandal mongers may not have much to go on here (sorry Babelogue).

Now to the other question many of you no doubt are asking. Will you be able to see the face of the legendary Saint Paul on your very own televisions? Well, the answer is, maybe. The audience does get a lot of face time during the broadcast. Particularly the group of 12 or so in the section designated for interaction. But since I wasn't in that group, it's going to be hit or miss. The camera did breeze over our section many times, and we did sit for 'reaction' shots that may be used to fill in holes in the broadcast. So no doubt I'll be in some wide shots and maybe, just maybe, I'll get a close up. Believe me, I did my best to get on, emoting like a dinner theater understudy every time they directed us to act like we just heard something funny or something shocking.

How to spot me? I'll be in the first row of the 'non-special' section. The guy in the middle, with the brown sweater and the bedroom eyes, with the cute and sweet smelling chicky-baby Stacy on my left (as the dream of Smello-vision TV never came to pass, you'll have to trust me on her scent).

In an attempt to promote the blogosphere, also notice I'm blinking out the letters for Fraters Libertas, SCSU Scholars, Shot in the Dark, Powerline, and the Bleat, in Morse Code with my eyelids. No need to thank me guys, I'm just happy to have taken another giant leap in credibility for the Northern Alliance.

See it all for yourself, 6PM CST, Saturday on MSNBC.






A Little A' Dis, A Little A' Dat

First: e-mails.

N.M. writes in a with slight clarification on the origins of a quote I used in a post on my experience as an audience member at the taping of Jesse Ventura's America:

While this quote, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt," may have been said by Twain or Lincoln, is really just a paraphrase of Proverbs 17:28.

Nice call N.M. Here is the verse he speaks of:

Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise:
and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.


Who says our readers are drooling, thick-skulled, knuckle draggers? Besides Saint Paul I mean.

Meanwhile long time reader P.H. asks why a particular beer didn't merit mention in my post on seasonal drinking:

I was surprised to see that you missed Anchor Steam from your post. In my opinion it is even better than either Sierra or Summit.

I used to think that Anchor Steam was a great beer. I also used to think Boston was a great band. Thankfully my tastes in music and beer have matured and I've discovered that there's a whole lot more out there than stale classic rock and vastly overrated, mediocre beer. I will grant you that a well poured glass of Anchor Steam from a well maintained tap is pretty tasty. But the last time I cracked open a bottle of the stuff I was very disappointed. Maybe it was because I had high expectations that weren't realized. Maybe it was because Smokin' was playing on the bar's jukebox.

Next: trivia.

Another Thursday night. Another trivia championship at Keegan's pub. This despite the efforts of Atomizer to break away from the Fraters family and launch his own trivia team. Like Andrew Ridgley's solo career after Wham!, Atomizer's attempt met with abject failure and was the subject of much ridicule. But we are a generous and forgiving people, and will welcome our humbled prodigal son back into the fold.

And, as strange as it may sound, we are getting weary of recounting our weekly trivia triumphs. How times can you write of the sweet taste of victory and the joy in seeing your opponents brought to their knees, begging for mercy? Apparently quite a few judging by the number of posts we've had on the subject. But what more needs to or can be said? Nada. So instead of a wordy recap, we're merely going to add a Martini glass to the margin on the left side of the page after each new championship is won. Like banners hanging from the rafters, these glasses will represent our impressive string of titles and the storied history of our organization.

Next: a shameless plug.

My uncle and JB's writing mentor (he's still waiting for that report on risk management Doubtless) has just had a book published called Bloody Good: Chivalry, Sacrifice, and the Great War. I quickly perused it today and it appears to be a very interesting read. Be the first on your block (or perhaps even in your state) to own a copy.

Finally: a request.

Every year my wife and I host a Halloween party. And for the last three years I've endeavored to come up with creative and refreshing cocktails appropriate for the occasion. So far I've been about as successful as Alfonso Soriano in the post season. I've tried a number of ghoulish concoctions and only two have been even close to drinkable. And of course I have no idea how to recreate those drinks as I tossed the formulas. So I'm looking for a killer cocktail and I'm open for suggestions. In the past I've surfed the net for recipes and that has been the source for most of the less then memorable mixes. I'm looking for more than a good name and a cool look. It has to be tasty. If you've got any ideas drop me a line.






Thursday, October 23, 2003

A Time To Every Purpose Under Heaven

In the last month or so there has been some friendly exchanges between a couple of the Infinite Monkeys and us on the topic of cocktails, and in particular Martinis. A few weeks ago Monkey Ben tried to move the debate toward resolution by observing that Martini season is over, while also offering further advice on the proper Martini recipe:

After posting the item below on the Manhattan, I paid a visit to our friends over at Fraters Libertas. There I discovered that the Elder is stuck on our Martini debate of a few weeks ago. The Elder comes down in favor of a 30-to-1 ratio of gin-to-vermouth, while misattributing to me a preference for a 3-to-1 ratio (in fact, I go for a 3.7-to-1 ratio, but, in a pinch, I'll round up to 4). In the spirit of comradely good fellowship, I would urge the Elder to revisit the classic martini recipe. But rather than mixing up the bathtub stuff he may be accustomed to, I would encourage him to seek out some top-flight gin (or, barring that, Boodles) and some decent vermouth. Quality ingredients make all the difference.

The point is, gin rules. Unless it's autumn. Then you should be drinking whiskey anyway.


Bathtub gin? Do you think me a rube? I tend to agree with Atomizer that nothing quite compares with the taste of Bombay Sapphire. I also like to indulge my gin appetites with a bottle of Plymouth on occasion. And those of you who believe that the Brits have cornered the market on gin should give Germany's Schlichte Steinhager Dry Gin a whirl. It is quite good as well.

Ben first mentioned his seasonal drink theory in this post:

For every drink there is a season. Spring and Summer are the seasons of white liquor. Rum. Vodka. Tequila. Blessed, blessed gin. The gin-and-tonic. The gimlit. The Negroni. And, above all, the Martini.

But now, it's Autumn. As the leaves turn, so does our liquor. Autumn, therefore, means whiskey.


While I do agree with his comments that your drink of choice should vary by season, I don't believe that the Martini ever goes out of fashion. The gin and tonic? Definitely a warm weather pleasure. The same goes for almost any rum concoction with the possible exception of a hot buttered rum tottie. Tequila in the winter? Don't be silly. But I can enjoy a Martini any time of the year. It is the classic pre-dinner cocktail and is appropriate for any and all of the seasons.

That being said, I wish to concur with Ben that with the onset of Fall, real men drink whiskey. My preference runs to single malt Scotch. And while I can appreciate a good Scotch any time of year, it is best enjoyed during the cooler months. Which here in Minnesota can mean anywhere from mid-September to mid-May. There's no better way to cope with a long Northern Winter than by laying in a healthy supply of Scotch.

If I may I would also like to expand upon Ben's seasonal drinking concept to encompass beer as well. (By the way, next time you sit down to enjoy a glass of Scotch try pairing it with a hoppy ale. The combination, passed on to me by JB Doubtless, is sublime.) Perhaps even more than liquor beer is intimately linked to the seasons:

SUMMER: Lighter, thirst quenching beers are my preference during the hot months of summer. Although not appreciated by all, I love a good wheat beer or hefeweizen. Paulaner is the best of the hefeweizen bunch with Widmer not far behind. North Coast Brewing's Blue Star Wheat, Hacker Pschorr, Tabernash Weiss, and Two Brother's Edelweis are also excellent examples of wheat beers. Bell's makes a smooth tasting "sun beer" called Oberon Ale and Red Hook's new Sun Rye Ale are both good selections for drinkable summer brews. Sam Adam's Summer Ale is probably my favorite of the many varieties they brew. And of course there is always the easy drinking Mexican beers such as Sol, Tecate, Pacifico, and Corona. Another good choice for a lager for summer is Moosehead.

FALL: One word on fall beers. Oktoberfest. Local St. Paul brewer Summit now puts out a nice Oktoberfest, although I almost prefer the Dusseldorf style alt that used to be their fall seasonal beer. Paulaner features a very tasty Oktoberfest Marzen if you prefer the authentic article. Full Sail, Capital Brewing, Leinenkugels, and Schell's also brew up decent Oktoberfest selections.

WINTER: The best time of year for beer. The first time I see the appearance of the six packs of Summit Winter in the local liquor store my heart skips a beat:

"My darling, how I have missed you!"

"Sir, please don't be kissing the bottles of beer before you have paid for them. Thank you, come again."

There isn't anything better than winter beer. Summit's brew is a hearty taste treat, but there are so many good ones out there. Where to begin? Full Sail's Wassail, Goose Island Christmas Ale, Pyramid Snow Cap Ale, and Red Hook Winterhook are all excellent. Then there's Sierra Nevada. Each year Sierra Nevada brews a new winter beer called Celebration Ale and it always is outstanding. The only type of winter beers I don't like are the ones that have nutmeg or some type of fruit flavoring. Sam Adams used to make a Cranberry Lambic and Pete's makes some type of fruity winter beer that tastes awful.

Winter is also a great time for other beer styles that are a little more heavy and full bodied. Porters and stouts for example. I'm probably a bit partial to the local guys but I think Summit's Great Northern porter is excellent. Red Hook's Black Hook , Sierra Nevada (almost everything they brew is top notch), Portland Brewing's Haystack Black, and Great Divide's St. Brigid's are also good choices for porter. When it comes to stouts, there are some that you can drink all year (Guinness, Murphy's, and Beamish for example) while others are best reserved for winter including Goose Island, Lake Superior's Sir Duluth, Oasis, Red Hook's Double Black Stout (blended with espresso!), Sierra Nevada, and Young's Oatmeal Stout.

SPRING: Spring isn't a great season for beer. It does herald the appearance of bock beers, of which I am not overly fond of. I usually pick up a couple of six packs of bock each year but it's far from my favorite. That being said I heartily endorse Schell's Bock if for no other reason that their annual Bock Fest celebration in New Ulm, Minnesota. Drinking beer around a fire, eating sausages, and looking for Bock heads in the woods? Yes, that is what we do for fun here in the Upper Midwest in the Spring (late February actually). James Page, another local brewery, makes a decent bock as does Wisconsin based Leinenkugels. Texans like to brag about Shiner Bock but like most things about the state, it's virtues are highly exaggerated. Summit also puts out a Maibock (or at least they used) which is easily the least desirable product that they offer.

ALL YEAR ROUND: There are of course beers that can be enjoyed any time of the year. I've already mentioned Guinness, Murphy's and Beamish Irish stouts, which I can imbibe just as easily in July as January. Same goes for red or brown ales. The best reds include Capital Brewery's Wisconsin Amber, Full Sail Amber, Goose Island's Kilgulbin Red Ale, Portland Brewing's Amber Ale, and Rogue Amber Ale. What of Killian's and Leinie's Red? Add red food coloring to Miller Lite and you couldn't tell the difference. As to the browns I would suggest Red Hook's Nut Brown Ale, the old classic Newcastle, Oregon Nut Brown, Goose Island's Hex Nut Brown Ale, James Page Brown Ale, and Full Sail Nut Brown Ale. But the best of the bunch is easily Big Sky Brewing's Moose Drool Brown Ale. Mmmmm...Moose Drool...

Then of course you have your bitters, usually labeled as ESB or extra special bitter. With the tragic closing of Sherlock's Home last year, I lost access to their wonderful hand pulled Bishop's Bitter and frankly I'm still a little bitter about it. You can't come close to replicating the taste of good bitter in a bottle but if you insist, try Full Sail's ESB, Oasis ESB, or Red Hook ESB. If anyone can recommend another selection in this category I 'd love to hear it.

There are also a few miscellaneous ales that I don't believe are pale ales but don't fit into other groups and deserve a mention. Mendocino Brewing Select Ale and Red Tail Ale (not a red ale), Bell's Two Hearted Ale, Rogue Dead Guy Ale (a good Halloween beer), and Victory Brewing Hop Devil Ale.

Now to the pale ales. Delicious hoppy nectar. Within the wonderful world of the pale ale there is the even hoppier subset of the India pale ale or IPA. There are a number of quality IPAs out there including Wild Goose, Two Brothers, Red Hook, Summit, Oregon, Pyramid, Pike, Portland Brewing, and Full Sail. The leader of the pack has to be Anderson Valley Hop 'Ottin IPA whose taste more than lives up to name.

Then there were the pales. There are some many pale ales out there it's tough to whittle them down, much less pick the top dog but I'll give it a shot. Runners up include Bell's Pale Ale, Great Divide Denver Pale Ale, Lake Superior, Smuttynose, and yes Summit. I probably drink more Summit Extra Pale Ale than any other single beer due to the fact that, a.) it's damn good and b.) it's widely available on tap here. But for the top pale ale I can't go with the local favorite. I have to go with my taste buds and they tell me that Sierra Nevada makes the best pale ale out there bar none.

So as there is a liquor for every season so too is there a beer (or several) for every season. Speaking of beer I do believe that it's about time for me crack one open. Boy, this writing's making me thirsty.

THIS writing's making me thirsty.

This WRITING'S making me thirsty.

This writing's MAKING me thirsty.

This writing's making ME thirsty.

This writing's making me THIRSTY.





Nativist Son

Memo

TO: MLB

FROM: Abe Simpson

RE: Players in World Series

There are too many furin-born players in this year's world series.

Please remove six.

Thank you






Kind of Karmic

I try to make an effort to read Terry Teachout's About Last Night on a daily basis. Sometimes I'm not able to find the time and so I end up reading two or three days worth of posts at a crack. Yesterday I caught his Tuesday post on the Miles Davis classic jazz album Kind of Blue , which he aptly titled Kind of Omnipresent.

Usually I keep ten or twelve CDs in my car for those moments that absolutely call for music or when there is nothing listenable on talk radio (for example during Kathryn Jean Lopez's weekly appearance on Hugh's show). I like to rotate these CDs every other week or so to keep the music fresh and varied. On Monday and Tuesday of this week I listened exclusively to one of these disks. Kind of Blue.






Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Some Serious Gourmet Stuff

JB Doubtless writes:

What about Starbucks? I've met plenty of people who insist their coffee is undrinkable. Fine. But that doesn't mean that the millions of people who enjoy it every day are wrong, or stupid. Starbucks success is all the evidence you need that they have a good product.

I have another theory. The September edition of a popular men's magazine included a pictorial featuring "The Women of Starbucks". As Quentin Tarantino's Jimmie might say: "What's on my mind at this moment ain't the coffee in my Starbucks, it's the drop-dead gorgeous woman behind the counter."

Seriously, though, I only pick it up to read the articles. Seriously.





The Sign Does Say "Public" Television

It appears that two more Fraters will be infiltrating Jesse Ventura's MSNBC program this Friday. Last week, the advance team of the Elder and myself scoured the studio for signs of suspicious activity and, having found none aside from a shifty eyed audience member that we pegged as Mitch Berg's evil twin, have deemed that the coast is clear for the arrival of Saint Paul and JB Doubtless.

I just have some suggestions for the gents to make their visit more enjoyable. Ask the Twin Cities Public Television receptionist if you can use the bathroom. Better yet, ask to use her phone. Or, if you're feeling really bold, use the Emmy statuette that is sitting on her desk as a back scratcher. That ought to make her head explode.





500,000,000 Fans Can't Be Wrong

I've received some interesting email about the chain restaurants and there sucking/non-sucking status. One thoughtful writer, Cathy, told of numerous bad experiences at Applebee's in numerous cities across this great country. I've no doubt (so to speak) of those experiences and I also have no doubt James has had bad experiences at the jernt as well.

But, if those situations were the rule rather than the exception then very simply Applebee's would be out of business. Boarded up. Closed down. Marge would never again be able to remark "An alligator with sunglasses? Now I've seen everything!" People don't keep going back for bad food and bad service--even people in fly-over country who drive trucks and shop at Walmart. The only way the logic of the Applebee's Sucks Crowd can work is to state that Applebee's food indeed is crap, but the hicks don't know no better.

Cathy said people tell her that in some places there aren't as many choices, so they HAVE to go to Applebee's. To which I say where? Every trip I make to the burbs shows chain restaurant after chain restaurant competing head-to-head for the lunch and dinner business of those who watch at least one prime time network television show (for me it's King Of Queens).

Now, if there were evidence that Applebee's as a corporation were floundering, then the Applebee's Sucks Crowd's argument would have more credibility. But I don't think it is. And it's not some personal favorite of mine by any means (but I've always had decent food there). The proof of Applebee's being a "Good" restaurant is not in my experience or in Cathy's or in James'--it's in the market. And the market she don't lie.

It's kind of like Britney Spears. I'm not a huge fan and I don't buy her CD's, but people don't buy stuff that they think sucks. It may not be your (or my) idea of "talent" but the evidence of millions of records sold is evidence enough of talent--be it dancing talent, singing talent or production talent. I've never understood people that insist that pop divas have no "talent".

What about Starbucks? I've met plenty of people who insist their coffee is undrinkable. Fine. But that doesn't mean that the millions of people who enjoy it every day are wrong, or stupid. Starbucks success is all the evidence you need that they have a good product.






Such A Lovely Audience

Last Friday, as I mentioned a couple of times previously, Atomizer and myself pulled ourselves away from our places of gainful employment to attend a taping of 'Jesse Ventura's America'. Although the show airs on MSNBC (Saturdays 6pm CST) it is taped in St. Paul at the posh studios of Twin Cities Public Television (TPT).

I arrived a bit early and entered the glass-enclosed lobby of TPT. The receptionist rather curtly informed me that I was to wait outside in the hallway with the rest of the rabble. She didn't actually say "rest of the rabble" but her tone strongly suggested it. There were two of St. Paul's finest seated at a table in the hallway and I asked them if there was a restroom nearby that I might use. They directed me back into the TPT lobby.

The receptionist was clearly annoyed when I approached her a second time and was almost apoplectic when I asked her where the sanitary facilities were located.

"Why, um, you can't just come in here and use the bathrooms. One of the policemen has to accompany you.", she sputtered indignantly.

"Well the funny thing is, one of the policemen told me to come in here.", I replied as sweetly as possible under the circumstances.

"Oh, uh, fine. Go ahead then.", she fumed and pointed at the men's room around the corner no more than fifteen feet from her desk.

As I sauntered towards the bathroom to do my business I wondered what exactly was so special about the TPT offices and studios that required an "outsider" like myself to have a police escort.

Did they fear that I might pinch one of Eric Eskola's prize scarves?

Or walk in on Cathy Wurzer being made up?

Perhaps I would interrupt Mary Lahammer in the midst of writing her weekly blog paragraph?

I managed to accomplish my mission without the long arm of the law guiding me and strolled back through the lobby, dropping the perturbed receptionist a big smile on my way past her desk. She shook her head in disgust, appalled at the thought of one of the great unwashed soiling the pristine TPT lavatory.

My little unsupervised excursion apparently raised a bit of a Shiite storm within the TPT offices, for shortly afterward a female middle manager type emerged from the lobby and dismissively announced:

"If those of you waiting for the Jesse show need to use the restroom you'll have to go downstairs and across the skyway. The lobby in there? [she pointed behind herself] That is Tee Pee Tee only."

I guess the presence of all of these "Jesse people" so nearby had made the TPT staffers nervous and so she had been dispatched to lay down the law and make sure we understood our place.

The nerve of these pompous arseholes I thought to myself. Well, that does it. No more pledge money from me. No siree.

Oh, that's right. I've never given public television so much as a dime in my life. Voluntarily at least. I was tempted to march back into the lobby and blurt out:

"I watch your stupid station and never pledge anything. Ha ha ha! That's right. It's almost like I'm stealing from you. Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!"

Atomizer showed up at just about that time. We checked in and signed some sort of release that neither of us bothered to read ("I further agree that under no circumstances shall I blog about my experiences on Jesse Ventura's America..."). After waiting around for a few minutes more and watching in disbelief as other audience members were escorted to the lobby bathrooms by the police, we were finally instructed to line up and proceed through a security check.

The two mustached, slightly overfed St. Paul police officers were now manning a metal detector similar to the sort they use at airports to screen passengers. Except this particular machine was tuned to pick up metal at the molecular level. Everyone who passed through set it to beeping no matter how thoroughly they had stripped themselves of metallic objects.

"Sorry ma'am you're going to have to wipe off that glittery eye shadow. The flecks of silver seem to be the problem."

It was ridiculous. And once you went through a couple of times and the officers could not determine the origin of the metal, they just waved you past. Atomizer asked what the point of this little exercise was and I explained that it was to provide the appearance of security with actually making anything safer. See Homeland Security, Department of.

We guessed that the security procedures were a requirement that Ventura demanded, since, despite their bathroom paranoia, it didn't seem to be a TPT policy. Unlike ex-presidents I don't believe ex-governors get lifetime security protection so Jesse has to look out for himself. Why he would be the target of choice for anybody is a bit mind boggling but let's not forget that he was in the terrorist crosshairs not that long ago.

After a little more monkeying around we finally were escorted into the studio to discover that there were two types of audience members. The miked up question askers and the applauding head bobbing drones. We were in the drone section with about twelve others while the specially selected "smart set" numbered nine. A rather small audience in a rather cozy setting.

Jesse's son Tyrell was on the set working in some capacity or another. A step above key grip but not the Big Kahuna. Associate producer perhaps? There were a few people milling around offering advise to us and it was difficult to determine their exact role. Producer? Director? Best boy?

We were instructed that when the show went to a break we were to applaud and keep applauding until signaled to stop. Applaud. Check. Don't chew gum. Check. Keep up your energy. Check. Now relax and have fun. Uhmm... check???

Before the taping began Jesse shot the bull with us. While he concentrated most of his attention on the "chosen people" who would be asking the questions, he also engaged us drones in friendly banter. He wearing jeans and a sports coat with an American flag pin. Which was almost exactly what I had on. Not the usual outfit of choice for me but when in Rome.

I've never been a big fan of Jesse's in the past, especially once he entered the political arena (I wrote this after his election in '98). But truth be told, he was affable and engaging throughout the taping. He displayed none of the arrogance or thin skinned sensitivity that often emerged during his stint as governor. He seemed low key and relaxed (despite the non-stop foot movements) most of the time although he was able to rise to the occasion and switch on the high powered persona that made him famous when it was called for ("Good energy Jess," Tyrell remarked after the opening monologue. Jess?) I suppose that stems from his days as a wrestler and later announcer. Overall I came away with a much better impression of Jesse the man than I had going in.

Jesse the talk show host is another matter. While Jesse was quick with the criticisms and complaints he very rarely offered any hint of solutions of even alternatives. One of his topics was the media and not surprisingly he railed against it from the get go. But he never discussed specific ways that the media could be improved. His guest on this subject asked him if he favored government involvement to regulate the media and Jesse quickly shot that idea down. His only response was that the media should behave properly and report objectively because it was the right thing to do.

In some respects his show appears to mirror his term as governor. He loves to discuss his pet issues and has very strong opinions about them. During his time as governor these included vehicle license fees and light rail. Now it's about trashing the media and his other peculiar interests. In fact he mentioned that during the month of November the show will be focusing on the 40th anniversary of the JFK assassination. This week he's having an author on who has written a book implicating LBJ in the assassination plot. It will be interesting to see if the rest of the country is as interested in this little obsession of Jesse's.

Speaking of the national audience, Jesse also brought up the fact that while the local papers had trumpeted the pitiful ratings his premier broadcast had garnered, they failed to follow up and report that the ratings for the second show had doubled. He has a point here as I was not heard the ratings improvement mentioned anywhere.

He compared his run at MSNBC with his race for governor of Minnesota, saying that he would once again come out of nowhere to emerge at the top. "I guarantee that in six months my show will be the highest rated show on MSNBC.", Ventura confidently predicted.

"Even higher than 'Scarborough Country'?", Atomizer whispered incredulously.

Just before the tape began to roll, Jesse asked if any of us in the audience were members of the media (I quickly slapped down Atomizer's hand).

"Good. 'Cause if you are you have to say so. Otherwise it's unethical. Although that probably wouldn't bother the media much these days anyways."

Not being a J school grad myself, I am unsure whether Jesse's statement on journalistic ethics was accurate or if he was simply confusing the media with undercover vice cops on prostitution stings.

Finally the real fun got underway as Jesse opened with a media bashing monologue. He bemoaned the sad state of reporting these days and complained that what he as taught in high school journalism class -straights news on the front page, opinions on the editorial page- wasn't practiced by the media anymore. It was a generic boilerplate rant but Jesse delivered it with fervor and heart and it was easy to see why he appeals to people. He doesn't mince words or worry about saying the wrong thing. You know what you're getting with Jesse. Intellectually it isn't a heck of a lot but this is a television show after all.

Jesse then brought out his first guest, Paul Levinson, a professor and department chair of communication and media studies at Fordham University. I found myself agreeing with most of his views on the media (although I tried to keep the Neanderthalic head nodding to a minimum), which boiled down to "the more the media the merrier". This included mainstream as well as alternative news sources. He also wished for as little governmental interference in media as possible.

He rebutted Jesse's suggestions that media bias is a relatively recent phenomenon, pointing that news reporting has always been colored to some extent throughout history. I suspect that Levinson would be in favor of a media environment where biases were acknowledged and open and the whole pretense of objectivity was dropped once and for all. Unfortunately, Jesse never bothered to ask him anything along these lines and so all I can do is speculate.

Jesse then interjected his personal experiences into the discussion (surprise, surprise) with this complaint about the Minneapolis Star Tribune:

I get slanderous things wrote about me about two or three times now, where I have to go to "The Minneapolis Star Tribune" newspaper and seek a retraction or a clarification or make it right. Well, they're not going to listen to you unless you walk in with a lawyer. So you have got to hire your lawyer to go in there. Then they write the retraction. They admit they were wrong.

But guess what? You have to pay your lawyer. So it costs you money, even though they do damage to you by writing something that you don't ask them to write, and it's wrong, it's a lie, because I just went through it with Bob von Sternburg (ph) wrote a thing in "The Star Tribune," which was a lie. And he knew it. And they agreed to make the retraction, or to fix it, the correction. But then they won't pay your lawyer fees. So it ends up costing you $750, $800 to clear your name, to clear your name for something they did.

Is that right? Do you think that's right? I think they should be required to pay your attorney fees. You know, because they're not going to listen to you unless you come in with a lawyer.


Without even getting a discussion on exactly how this whole thing about "paying your attorney fees" would be enforced, doesn't it sound like Jesse's really getting off pretty cheap here? $750-$800 in legal fees? I gotta think that as soon as you pick up the phone to call one of the gents from Powerline, you're already talking close to grand. Heck, if you're in the urinal next to Hindrocket and you talk about anything other than the weather you're walking out of the bathroom with a billing statement. Jesse's talking about hiring a lawyer to march down to the Strib offices to pound their fist on some editor's desk until they agree to a correction (what a scene that must be). $750-$800? Who does he have on retainer? 'I Can't Believe It's A Law Firm!'? For someone who makes their living in the public eye as Jesse does, it doesn't seem like that high a price to pay to clear up your good name.

The professor also mentioned that he felt that the internet was a positive development for the media, as it opened up so many diverse news sources for consumers.

That comment got Jesse's pulse racing and he promised us that he would relate a story about his experience with the internet after the break. He delivered with a Bill O'Reilly like take on "The Internet":

The Internet, I'll tell you how bad they are. Last February, I was down playing golf at the Jack Nicklaus Golf Course down in Los Cabos, Mexico, when the Internet reported I had a blood clot, was hospitalized and in critical condition. Well, it went all over the media. Wolf Blitzer finally at 5:00 in the afternoon, came out and said it was a lie. Never happened. My wife had to go through all the calls, my agents, everybody I worked with, they were all in a panic, because this "Drudge Report," this character, writes this and sends it out over the Internet. So really, don't think you're going to get facts on the Internet either.

Shares of The Internet Inc. were down 3/4 today on news of Ventura's comments. How bad "they" are? Who is "they"? The Internet reported? That's like saying "The Paper reported" without clarifying whether you're talking about the National Inquirer or the New York Times (insert Jason Blair joke here). I realize that the internet is still a relatively recent addition to the media but come on. Even Jesse has got to be aware of the broad spectrum of news sources on the internet. You can't paint the whole internet with a broad brush and claim it can't be trusted because of a story that Drudge sites. By the way if Jesse really wanted to get into it he might have looked into where Drudge received his information. He's typically just passing on news from other sources, many of which are in fact the "mainstream media".

Before the show I had thought that if I had a chance, I would try to ask a question about blogs and their place in the media today but such a question clearly would have been met with nothing but a blank stare from Jesse. And of course since I was in the non-question asking portion of the audience I would not have had an opportunity to do so anyway. Instead we were treated to insipid, irrelevant queries from those deemed worthy of wearing a microphone.

Everyone is probably familiar with the famous advice usually attributed to either Mark Twain or Abraham Lincoln:

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."

My modification would be:

"Better to remain silent and maintain a thread of credibility than to speak out and have it vanish completely."

The first question (really more of statement) to arise from the "elite" portion of the audience was from a gentleman (I use the term very loosely) in a bright orange shirt whose credibility disappeared faster than a snowball in Dante's Inferno:

First of all, the corporate media in this country, for just as a prime example, sold us some (UNINTELLIGIBLE) Iraq war.

Credibility melting away.

We were sold a bill of goods on the Iraq war. We were given no opportunities to speak out against the war.

Faster.

The people in the peace movement were actually shut out of the debate on the Gulf War.

Almost entirely gone.

We are now paying the consequences of the voices of the anti-war movement being shut out of the media by the corporate media.

Nothing left but a puddle.

Atomizer and I exchanged glances that said, "Did that guy really just say that?". Let me get this straight. You didn't have an opportunity to speak out against the war? The peace movement was shut out of the debate on the war? Are you serious?

Maybe my recollection is a little foggy but I seem to remember the "corporate media" telling us about each and every time twenty or more scraggly anti-war demonstrators got together to block traffic, get naked, or whatever the hell they were doing to let us know they were against the war. Did anyone not know about these demonstrations?

As to the debate on the war, I don't believe that any war in history has been analyzed, argued, and agonized over as the war with Iraq both before AND afterward. No debate? At the risk of sounding like a jack booted dissent stifler, I almost would say there was too much debate. In the nearly year long run up everyone had a chance to make his or her point and if people were paying attention at all they understood the pros and the cons of the war. Just because most people didn't come to support your position does not mean that you were "shut out".

Unfortunately, Mr. Orange was not the only audience member with an agenda to push. While the talk on the media continued a woman unloaded this beaut:

When you were in office, there were four stadium bills. Nobody wanted public subsidy for stadium bills. There was another bill, cleaning up coal plants? More people die from pollution related to coal-burning plants than die from homicide, drunk driving. And yet they're focusing on stadium bills that nobody wants. Why?

Gee do you think she walked in the door with her talking points? Just waiting for a chance to slip in that coal plant pollution line. Whether it was relevant to the discussion at hand or not. Just for the record honey, Atomizer did want a stadium bill so there.

Next Jesse welcomed Richard Marcinko a former SEAL, now an author and talk radio host to talk about homeland security and the fight against terrorism. Marcinko knows a thing or two about terrorism, having led a SEAL team that specialized in counter-terrorism. And he has some strong opinions on how to fight it:

VENTURA: Let me ask you this. Why haven't they hit us, in your opinion? I mean, it seems to me, OK, we've gone after them in Afghanistan. We've nailed the al Qaeda hard there. We went after Saddam in Iraq, although I still haven't quite figured that one out. Why Iraq?

MARCINKO: It's like this.

VENTURA: OK. Well, I don't know, to me and us laymen, it's like the attack on Pearl Harbor, then you attack Korea.


Or Germany I wanted to scream out.

MARCINKO: Well, this administration certainly looks at going into Iraq as a strategic way of fighting terrorism over there so you don't fight it here.

Right on Dick.

After Marcinko explained that he believed that he could find Bin Laden in three months if given the proper resources and free reign he described the fate that he wished to see him come to:

I mean, there are bandits out there that we can buy off, and you know, the issue of when you get a bin Laden or Saddam Hussein, do you take them to trial? My answer is not only no, but hell no. They're figureheads. Sure, the operation goes on. But I want to take off their head. I want to wrap them in pigskin and I want to pour pig blood on them, just to let the rest of the other ones know, I know how to fight their kind of war. And he's not going to go see Allah. I'll take care of it in a way they know it. And that's what's missing. You have got to think like the enemy. You have to be worse than the enemy.

Not pretty but probably quite effective. Marcinko's approach did draw criticism from the audience including questions whether we have a right to know what our Special Forces are doing in the name of our country. Marcinko's answer: No. His attitude is, tell me what you want done and then don't ask questions. And he raised the damned if you do-damned if you don't conundrum:

I have a mission to do, and it's better to kill them over there than-the people that will bitch about me killing him that way will be the same people hounding my cheeks when they say, well, why didn't you get them over there, how come they are here?

Please. Let's leave the cheek hounding to the guys over at Sully Watch. While Marcinko's on air performance was pretty good, he really excelled when he came over to the miked up audience members and entertained questions from them after his stint with Jesse was done. He dispatched with their arguments in the same manner that he has dispatched enemy combatants in the past. Swiftly, ruthlessly, and effectively. They didn't stand a chance.

Jesse finished off the show with his Hero and Dork of the Week segment. The less said about this the better. It's easily the weakest part of the show and really adds nothing to it whatsoever. Expect some retooling here.

At last we were done. Well not quite done. The show was over but they needed some more audience shots so we were instructed to follow one of the camera man as he moved around the set.

"Nod like you really like what someone said."

"Now laugh."

"Act like you've just heard something you've never thought of before."

"Now shake your head."

"Act like someone just told you you're getting a pay cut."

Atomizer and myself tried to minimize our reactions during these shots for fear that our vigorous head nodding would be spliced right behind Mr. Orange's ridiculous comments. Depending on the editing it would be quite easy to completely misrepresent the way the audience reacted to a particular segment. As someone in the group remarked, "Talk about media manipulation."

Now we were done. I volunteered to return for a future show as a member of the privileged speaking audience. Now I just need to brush up on my JFK assassination conspiracy theories. I also stopped to chat with Richard Marcinko for a moment and specifically ask him for his thoughts on the General Boykin controversy. He knows the General quite well, as evidenced by the fact that he said "oh you mean Jerry?" when I asked about Boykin, and said it was a shame that he was being pilloried for his views but that it came with the territory. When I asked him for clarification he said, "The irony is that those who are out there on the front lines defending democracy and freedom of speech are often not able to exercise these rights themselves."

Postmortem: On Saturday night Saint Paul and JB came over to my abode to catch my national television debut. And with all due modesty I must say that the camera loves me. Well, it loves my crotch at least. While my face flickered on the screen for a few seconds here and there, my crotch basked in the limelight. I happened to be seated directly behind the podium-like structure where Professor Levinson was standing. So every shot of him included my feet, legs, and crotch. Saint Paul suggested that I should have strategically positioned a reference to FratersLibertas.com to take advantage of the "exposure". Talk about product placement.

The most interesting observation from watching the show on the air after witnessing the taping, was that almost everything that was shot was aired. The cutting room floor must have been spotless. Now this tells me that either the whole show was so compelling that not a minute could be trimmed or that they shoot just enough to fill what they need for time regardless of the quality. After spending two hours at the studio watching it be taped and then an hour seeing it air on Saturday night, my money is on the latter.






Tuesday, October 21, 2003

Here Comes Paul, He's Wearing Tom Petty's Wife's Shawl

Say what you want about Tom Petty, but it's clear he understands the sanctity of a contract. Even when confronted with a bunch of sweaty, drunk guys from South Minneapolis traipsing about in his wife's clothes, he don't back down. As evidence, this story from reader Jim Styczinski:

I heard this story from a friend of a friend who was in a band that played at a show with replacement Replacement Slim Dunlap. Slim told this story from the tour with Tom Petty:

Tom Petty's fans hated them and they hated Tom Petty's fans. They hated everything about the tour and wanted out, but Petty wouldn't let them out of the contract. Before one of the shows, they broke into Tom Petty's wife's trailer, everyone put on one of her dresses, and they went out and performed like that. Mrs. Petty said to someone, "Hey I have a dress just like that one." Afterwards, Petty dressed them down:

"I bet you guys think you're funny. Well you're not! I bet you guys think you're fired. Well you're not!"






Thought For Food

I read an interesting line the other day by a local, nationally-known blogger. He was telling the story of how he went to a chain restaurant (Fridays, I think) and how the service was good but the food was terrible.

A bad experience I can understand; it's happened to me too. But to say that categorically the food is dreadful?

I see and hear this a lot: The Chains Suck. I guess I don't quite understand what these critics mean by this. I'm not a huge fan of Fridays and their ilk, but the food is awful? There's not one item on the menu that you would enjoy eating? They make bad hamburgers? Bad chicken breasts? If you ordered you some chicken wings they would be disgusting? Hmmm....

It may not be your favorite place to go, but is it really that awful or is this just another snobbish diss of American Culture that doesn't pass the (blooming onion) smell test?

Or, perhaps Laura Ingraham's constant chatter about "elites" has me all fired up.

Either way.






Darkness into Light

Who would have thought I'd ever like a song about the suicide of Sylvia Plath? Not me, but in fact, I do. A song called "Crackle and Drag" by Paul Westerberg. Subtle and heartbreaking and beautiful. Particularly Westerberg's sparse, gentle delivery which appears in the documentary "Come and Feel Me Tremble." Saw it last night at the Riverview in Minneapolis and despite its rough, homebrew aesthetic, it's good. Although an appreciation of the man's back catalog is probably necessary in order to get through the poor audio and jumpy camera work during many of the live performances. The movie is in limited release (in fact, it's possible it won't ever be screened again), but the DVD and soundtrack are available starting today at a hip record store near you.

Acting on a tip, I ran down an interview Westerberg did last week with the Onion. It's on their AV Club page, which seems to dabble in straight media reporting, not parody. But that doesn't prevent some Westerberg humor from getting through.

His thoughts on fame:

It goes fast. You turn around and go, "Oh, that was our peak?" [Laughs.] Suddenly, you do the same venue you did the year before, and only half the people show up. It only hits as hard as high as you go. It didn't really affect me, because the 'Mats never got to the level of superstardom. We went from cult figures to unpopular cult figures.

His thoughts on the Replacements touring with Tom Petty:

O: You did tour with Tom Petty.

PW: That was pretty much the beginning of the end. Obviously, the label was trying to get us to appeal to a broader, wider audience, and Tom's fans are Tom's fans. There were a lot of altercations in the audience. Maybe 1/20th of the audience came to see us, and they would get in fights with Petty's fans, because they were booing us. It wasn't really a cool scene, actually.

O: Did you mind Petty swiping your "rebel without a clue" line? [That line, from The Replacements' "I'll Be You," turned up in Petty's "Into The Great Wide Open." --ed.]

PW: It miffed me a little bit, but it's all... I'd steal something back from him, if I could find something I liked.


Not realizing this interview appeared on the AV Club page, I initially searched the main Onion Website for "Replacements." And I got this article from September 2000, which is somehow, oddly appropriate:

'85 Chicago Bears Return to Studio. Shufflin' Crew Begins Work on Long-Awaited Follow-Up Album.






Climb On My Back Boys

ESPN ranks the World Series from #1 to #100 in terms of drama, great games, etc. The top choice shouldn't be a huge surprise to astute fans of the game. And it doesn't involve the Yankees.






Do You Like Him Or Like-Like Him?

Touching post A-dog. But I think the much-hated Toby Keith has it right in his latest song
I Love This Bar. He seems to have articulated perfectly the at times fine line-yet important distinction-between liking something and loving it:

I like my truck,
An' I like my girlfriend,
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then

But I love this bar,
It's my kind place.
Just walkin' through the front door,
Puts a big smile on my face.
It ain't too far come as you are.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar







Monday, October 20, 2003

Finally An Accurate Survey

This worked for me as well as for Ben at Infinite Monkeys. Martini of course.






Where's The Love?

Over the weekend, I was roundly chastised by my entire family for the seething hatred that I unloaded on a few baseball teams, some players and their fans in this post. Personally, I thought I let David Ortiz off easy, but that's just me.

Allow me to make amends for that bile filled explosion with the following expressions of love and happy thoughts:

I love my family (yes, that includes the Warrior Monk).
I love my girlfriend, the lovely and ever so patient Atomizerette.
I love my country.
I love Bombay Sapphire.
I love a good piece of steak.
I love temperatures in the upper seventies in late October.
I love sleeping until noon.
I love watching the sunset from my fishing boat.
I love dropping a tenspot on a longshot and watching that baby win by three lengths.
I love when the dealer busts.
I love popping the little plastic bubbles on those sheets of packaging material.

There, mom. All better?

I do still hate the Yankees, however. Bastards!





Invisible Airwaves Crackle With Life

Remember my comments about KSTP AM 1500 talk radio host Tom Marsland and his shortcomings last week? I take 'em back.

This past Saturday I tuned in to KSTP at noon on Saturday and was greeted by the voice of Annette Meeks. Yes, the same Annette Meeks who was once considered as a possible host for the Morning Spin. The same Annette Meeks who, while quite knowledgeable about politics, is out of her element in talk radio. Not ready for prime time? Not ready for any time. Bring back Marsland.

A more positive development on another front is KSTP's morning host Bob Davis adding a half hour to his show, taking it until 8:30am every day. This gives me another half hour in the morning to avoid the Rosenbaum-O'Connell clusterfarg and catch more of Davis, who is easily the best and brightest host on KSTP's schedule. Faint praise perhaps but praise nonetheless.

UPDATE: As part of KSTP's new schedule Joe Soucheray, the Mayor of Garage Logic, will now be on the air from 3pm to 6pm meaning that the last hour of his show will go head to head with the man of many titles Hugh Hewitt. If Hugh has any hope of competing in the local market with the juggernaut that is Garage Logic he must take these steps:

1. Have Duane do impersonations. Some well, some not so well.

2. Read widely circulated e-mail top ten lists on the air.

3. Have callers start their motorcycles on the air.

Broadcast. Rinse. Repeat ad naseum.






Made Men

We've been tapped by James at Infinite Monkeys:

First order of business: I now make all of my chums here at Infinite Monkeys 'Honorary Brothers.' And to all of the dudes over at Fraters Libertas. And anybody else who endorses me. And I'm also willing to give the title to radio host Hugh Hewitt for an on-air of my recall effort.






Asked and Answered

Frequent contributer James Phillips on parsing:

It is amazing, now that the Left has been caught lying about what Bush said or didn't say, they have to fall back on the real Clinton Legacy: Parsing every word a President says. Sadly, they simply cannot handle a President who actually says what he thinks and feels. The eight years of the Clinton administration were all about parsing the language (and I don't mean just the Monica scandal, although that is the best source of examples). So conditioned to defending (parsing) everything Clinton said and did, the Left presumes everyone speaks with the same forked tongue, and knows only that method of attack as well.

I think this also illustrates, in part, why the left seems to have lost their collective minds over George Bush. All along, he is too stupid to be President. Too stupid to think for himself. So stupid, he cannot even speak. On the other hand, they see a need to parse every word he says as if he is some evil genius out to take over the world. Which is it? Maybe being outsmarted by some one who is so stupid is just too painful to take.

Actually, they probably just got caught in a lie about what Bush said, and now are trying to back-peddle. Oh, and I think your Three Questions are easy to answer:

Is the United States safer now than it was while Saddam Hussein was in power?

The answer would have to be yes, even if only marginally. Whether Saddam were to use WMD against us, or by proxy, the fact that he is no longer around to do necessarily makes us more secure. You also cannot answer this question without considering Question Number 2. How about we parse "safer"? Does greater peace and stability in the Middle East make the U.S. safer? Probably.

Are the prospects for long term peace and stability in the Middle East better now than they were when the Baath ruled Iraq?

Well, Saddam is no longer there to threaten his neighbors (attacks on Iran and Kuwait), or to support Palestinian terrorists ($25,000, I believe, to every family of one of those murdering bastards.) But then, in all honesty, these are probably short-term consequences. The real test will be the success of Iraqi Democracy.

Is the world overall better or worse off for having Saddam removed from power and the Coalition trying to help establish a democratic and free Iraq?

You answered this yourself with your litany of "It's not about" statement about what the toppling of Saddam was about.

Finally, what the hell was that dork trying to say when he said "there would be a lot less people in jail for their presumed assent to drug deals."?

Pusher: "Hey, Dude, wanna buy some smack?"
User: "Yeah, Man."

"Presumed assent"?? Huh?







Sunday, October 19, 2003

Parse My Arse

Saint Paul has brought to my attention a rather strange lefty blog called Sully Watch, dedicated to nothing but analysis of Andrew Sullivan. It's kind of a stalker meets critic concept. The proprietor of the blog seems to have a love/hate relationship with Sullivan. The hate is obvious while the love is a bit more latent.

Sully Watch has been focused of late on the controversy surrounding whether the administration said that there was an imminent threat from Iraq before the war. Since it's been exhaustively shown that the President never if fact made that claim, Sully Watch has joined the chorus of those now claiming that the imminent threat was implied.

In the course of his daily undressing of Sullivan, Sully Watch happened upon a post that I had written on the imminent threat matter and took issue with it:

Actually, to take Mr. Libertas' claim on, implication is not about feelings.

That's Mr. Elder to you pal. And quit looking at me like that.

Perhaps feelings wasn't really the best word for me to use with implication. Perceptions might be more appropriate. For when you say that you imply, you are perceiving the intentions of another. But that still doesn't take away from the main thrust of my argument for perceptions are not objective either.

SW tries to claim that implications are not subjective and offers and example from the legal world:

If implication were such an intangible, so truly subjective and immeasurable, there would be a lot less people in jail for their presumed assent to drug deals.

And it's true that legally it is possible to imply assent and imply consent:

n. consent when surrounding circumstances exist which would lead a reasonable person to believe that this consent had been given, although no direct, express or explicit words of agreement had been uttered. Examples: a) a "contract" based on the fact that one person has been doing a particular thing and the other person expects him/her to continue; b) the defense in a "date rape" case in which there is a claim of assumed consent due to absence of protest or a belief that "no" really meant "yes," "maybe" or "later."

There's a legal matter taking place right now involving Kobe Bryant that you might have heard about. You think there's no subjectivity there? He said/she said?

Implication is not always an intangible but it is very rarely not at least somewhat subjective. When a person is convicted and sent to jail for presumed assent to drug deals it is not an objective process. If they plead not guilty and go to trial a jury will have to be convinced that their actions implied assent to complete the deal. Jurors will have to decide whether a reasonable person would conclude that implied assent occurred. It is not an open and shut case. That's why police officers work to get evidence of express assent by drug dealers if possible.

SW continues:

Historically, in military terms, launching a pre-emptive strike means you hit the enemy right before you think he's about to do the same to you. Pre-emption implies imminence, and indeed no less a personage than Christopher Hitchens understands at least that the term invites moral murkiness.

SW is now focusing on the differences between a pre-emptive war and preventive war. He is arguing that because the Bush administration used the terms pre-emptive before the war that imminence implied. But if you actually read the Hitchens piece that he mentions, you'll find that while Hitchens does acknowledge that pre-emptive and preventative wars are morally sticky issues, there may not really be a difference between them:

Surveying the bloody past, one can only wish for the opportunity to rerun the tape so that enough judicious force could have been employed, in good enough time, to forestall greater bloodshed. Everyone will have their favorite example. If only, for instance, the U.N. troops in Rwanda had been beefed up and authorized to employ deadly force as a deterrent. But tautology lurks at every corner, and the distinction between "pre-emptive" and "preventive" becomes a distinction without a difference, and only hindsight really works (and not always even then). The lesson is that all potential combatants, at all times, will invariably decide that violence and first use are justified in their own case.

Now I don't believe that Hitchens' words alone either validate or invalidate the justification of the war with Iraq. But they do demonstrate the difficulties that emerge once you get tangled up in splitting hairs over the definition of words and what they really imply. The real world is too messy for such niceties and, as Hitchens says, even in hindsight it is difficult if not impossible to precisely define the conditions that must exist to meet the requirements for either pre-emptive or preventive wars. And his last line, which essential says the winners make the rules, isn't likely to assuage fears that the US may not have acted (and may not act in the future) within the established guidelines for a "moral war". But the stark reality is that the world now is a very dangerous place, and we should realize that in order to succeed in this struggle, we're going to have to learn to live with these moral ambiguities.

The problem that I have with so much of the post-war criticism of the administration's pre-war justification for war is that it appears to be such nit picking. From the infamous "sixteen words" in the State of the Union speech to the "implication of imminence" it's all about the interpretation and nuance of words.

It's not about the numerous UN resolutions that Iraq brazenly flaunted.

It's not about desires and plans of Iraq to develop WMDs.

It's not about the Iraqi support of terrorism.

It's not about the wars of aggression launched by Iraq against its neighbors.

It's not about the mass graves, the torture chambers, the rapes, the tyranny of Saddam's regime.

It's not about his two murderous sons, in line to continue his reign of terror into the future.

It's not about the how 9/11 altered the context in which we view rogue states, WMDs, and terrorism.

No. To the left it's all about words.

You want to engage in a constructive debate about the lead up to war in Iraq and whether it was justified? Answer these questions:

Is the United States safer now than it was while Saddam Hussein was in power?

Are the prospects for long term peace and stability in the Middle East better now than they were when the Baath ruled Iraq?

Is the world overall better or worse off for having Saddam removed from power and the Coalition trying to help establish a democratic and free Iraq?

I don't think that any these questions are necessarily easy to answer and plenty of room exists for reasonable disagreement. But these are the macro issues that really matter. Let's discuss them instead of parsing every freakin' word that the President uttered before the war.






Saturday, October 18, 2003

What Coalition?

South Korea to send additional troops to Iraq.

This is a great example of a country that was once saved from tyranny by the sacrifices in blood and treasure from other countries (principally the U.S.), now willing to lend a hand to help ensure freedom in another country recently freed.

Hello France? Anybody home?






The Wind Swept Steppes

Yet another transplanted North Dakotan warns of the perils of an invasion of his native state. And he's got some good points. While I do think that Fargo and Grand Forks could be seized without much of a struggle, the long march to Bismarck in the west across the desolate plains could quickly come to resemble the Wermacht's struggles in the seemingly endless steppes of Russia.

But I might add a word of caution to those North Dakotans who like to include United States military forces when accessing the balance of power. The air bases in Grand Forks and Minot ain't yours. They belong to the country not your state. Same goes for the nuk-ee-lar warheads scattered throughout it. You can count the National Guard planes at Fargo but that's it. Minnesota has a few up in Duluth as well so when it comes to air power it's probably a push.






Two Guys Who Had A Worse Friday Night Than You

Republican strategists - need a sure fire way to defeat Mark Dayton in the 2006 Senate election in Minnesota? Show any 60 second segment from one of his speeches on the Senate floor.

Ye-gods. Last night I watched a live C-SPAN broadcast of Dayton wrapping up the Senate's floor session for the week with a speech on Iraq. (Yes, THAT's how I spent Friday night.) And it had more wince moments than a documentary on Boston Red Sox clutch performances in the playoffs. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought this broadcast was written and directed by Quentin Tarantino - such was the level of discomfort and abuse heaped on the observer.

All bitter, partisan commenting aside, it was shocking. Again! In my long history of watching C-SPAN, I've never seen a worse public speaker than Dayton. And second place isn't even close. The trembling voice, the mispronunciations, the slurred words, the long, agonizing pauses while he's desperately searching his prepared text for the point at which he lost his way. The slow, languid eye blinking and occasional facial tics.

I don't know what Mark Dayton's problem is, but he clearly has one. At its most benign, his problem is being woefully under prepared to give a speech and absolutely terrified at the prospect. If this is the case, disorganization and laziness of this nature is simply not acceptable for a US Senator. Especially given the fact he's been giving this same embarrassing performance on a national stage for 3 years.

But if it's not a simple matter of preparation on his part, then what? I don't throw out these possibilities as a joke or to be mean, but his actions are symptomatic of possibly physical illness, mental illness, and/or the affects of drugs, or as Rush says "prescription medication." And if any of these are the root cause, how come we haven't heard anything about this in the media? Any professional, paid observer (that is, a reporter) in Washington has to notice the same things I do. It's got to start raising some questions in these undoubtedly inquisitive minds. So where's the investigative story? Where's the relentless, probing questions during press conferences?

If any of the above speculation about physical/mental illness is true, an open disclosure by Dayton (whether prodded by the media or not) might actually improve his prospects for re-election. This is Minnesota after all. And our therapeutic culture excels in ostentatious displays of inappropriate compassion. (Remember that standing ovation Ron Davis got back in 1986, after returning from a road trip where he blew a half a dozen saves in a week? Enough said.) Plus, I can imagine Star Tribune headlines, like "The Brave Struggle of A Warrior for Peace."

But if no explanation is forthcoming in the next 3 years and we're simply left with these performances alone on which to judge the competence of our Senator, I suggest the MN GOP run a straight feed from C-SPAN for their 60 second commercials. If the truly independent people in the mushy middle of the political spectrum see this, he's done.






Friday, October 17, 2003

Ain't Got Time To Screed

Actually I don't need to screed about my experience as an audience member today at the taping of 'Jesse Ventura's America'. It was a somewhat surprisingly pleasant and enjoyable time.

If you're interested the show will air Saturday night on MSNBC at 6pm CST. I'm wearing a plaid sports jacket with an American flag and a blue shirt underneath. Atomizer is the glasses wearing chap to my right. Unbeknownst to us beforehand, we were relegated to the non-question asking portion of the audience so don't look for any clever witicisms from us (do look for us to be grinning like idiots at nodding at inappropriate moments). Don't expect much from the portion of the audience that was miked to ask questions for that matter either. Look for a wacko in a bright orange shirt, whose comments will likely get your blood pumping.

I will have much much more later including what Richard Marcinko thinks about the General Boykin controversy.

For now I leave with the promised sneak preview of Jesse's Dork of the Week (let's hope this doesn't violate the release I signed):

The guy who didn't yank the editorial after the Yankees won.






Baby Steps

This morning on local radio station AM-1500 co-host Mark O'Connell almost said the B word. He was discussing the Greg Easterbrook story and mentioned that Easterbrook wrote for The New Republic as well as having an internet site. He didn't use the term blog but did say Easterblogg, which is the name of Easterbrook's blog.

It's a small but important step for KSTP, the slow adopting talk radio giant. Heck, two years from now maybe they'll even have some bloggers on as guests. Just don't go too fast now fellas.






Do You Think There's A Chance Jesse Will Mention That He Was A SEAL?

Atomizer and myself will shortly be heading over to St. Paul to be in the audience for this week's taping of Jesse Ventura's America (Saturday 6pm CST on MSNBC). One of his guests will be Richard Marcinko, ex-SEAL and author of several books on the Special Forces. If we have a chance we'll try to ask him what he thinks of the flap over General Boykin.

There's a fighting chance that we'll be able to deliver a report on what it was like being up close and personal with the ex-guv by the end of the day.

And of course we'll be able to unveil Jesse's pick for Dork of the Week ahead of time for all you breathlessly waiting for it.





You're Laughing. I Know You Are.

Roy's Skull Partially Removed:

Doctors surgically removed a portion of illusionist Roy Horn's skull after he was mauled by a trained white tiger during a performance on the Las Vegas Strip, a neurosurgeon said.






More Than A Feeling

Boston
Home of the bean and the cod
Where Pedro attacks the aged
And Babe laughs above with God

Yes, it is a sin to enjoy the suffering of others (and I'm not talking about the news that Hugh may have The Gout) but I have to admit to pure joy at the incredible choke (a four freaking run lead?) of Boston last night.

From this morning's Boston Globe:

In the bars around Fenway Park, they couldn't stop hugging. They counted down the outs -- 9, 8, 7, 6 -- from Kenmore Square to Quincy Market and beyond.

They could smell it! There was no way it could be dashed, right?

And then: Heads went down. Cursing. Bottles slammed on tables. Misery. The game, the series, the season -- they watched it all slip away, one run after another, until Aaron Boone's blast.

"This is all I thought about for the last three weeks," said Liz Deflurin, leaving a restaurant near Fenway Park, wiping away tears. "And this was very important to me. My heart is broken."


It's sports honey, you'll get over it. May I suggest finding something of meaning in your life (I don't know, religion, or get married and have a baby, stewardess school, something..) so you don't put so much import in sports?

The Boston urban rednecks were at it again after the game as only the most vulgar, pugilistic, drunk and overall pathetic fans in the nation could:

Others were not so calm. Boston police officers took several misbehaving fans into custody near Fenway Park, as well as pushing others with billy clubs. There were several scuffles. Officers ushered several crowds away using their horses. Dozens of motorcycle officers prevented groups from gathering.

One bridge near Fenway Park was closed. Hundreds walked down Commonwealth Avenue knocking over trash cans and plants.


One of the reasons this feels so good right now (and hey, I admit it, when I lived there I cheered for the Sox) is that the whole "Yankees Suck" mentality of the brain-dead Boston fans.

On New Years Eve, 2001 I was in Montreal with some pals from work. We had driven up from Boston to check out the city. Good times, good times. But I remember being awakened at 3:30 that morning to the incredibly loud chant "Yankees suck! Yankees suck! Yankees suck!" reverberating throughout the hotel we were staying in. It was January. There were no Yankees or Yankee fans anywhere. It's just something they did for entertainment.

Going to games at Fenway, the utter vulgarity of the fans is on conspicuous display. Jeter Blows, Clemens Swallows, David Wells Is A Bad Baseball Player (okay, maybe not that last one) are all t-shirts you can pick up on your way to the game. And if you go to a Yankees game, you will see a minimum of 32 fights between drunk Red Sox fans and brave but foolish Yankees fans.

I was at such a game sitting in the bleachers last year. In front of me was a group of four adults: 50'ish, well-dressed and mannered, clad in Yankees gear. The Sox were losing, so naturally the rednecks were getting belligerent and were juiced to the gills. At one point after the Yankees scored, the Yankees fans cheered. Not obnoxiously. Not in-your-face. Just cheered. Immediately a torrent of obscenities rained down on them. F-yous, you sucks, go homes and various other vulgarities were shouted.

Offers were made to fight the men in the group, who didn't back down, but after six innings had to leave the game for fear of the safety of their women. "You guys are a bunch of punks!" one of the men in the group said to the fans as they left. True that.

I think what Boston fans mean when they say "Yankees suck" is that they resent not only the Yankees (all the bitching about payroll, TV contracts, etc.) but New York City itself. They resent New York being the quintessential American city and the best city in the world. They resent that everyone knows New York is where it's at and Boston is maybe 5th or 6th down on the list.

I was living in Boston at the time of the September 11th attacks and everyone in the city was convinced Boston was next. (George to Seinfeld: "Look at the ego on you") The Hancock building! It's a natural target! So for years (it still may be there) a Massachusetts state trooper's car was parked with lights flashing at the exit off the Mass turnpike to the building. Purpose? Not sure. But they were sure that Boston was at the top of the terrorist's list.

I wanted to say "Sorry guys, but the terrorists flew FROM Boston to a place people will actually notice to commit their dirty business." Even the terrorists knew that New York was The Place To Be and Boston was an Also Ran.






Saturday Night Massacre Redux?

James Lileks once again graces the editorial page of the Star Tribune with a piece on the pirates of Greenpeace:

Remember: Feeling passionate about your cause does not make you exude a special chemical that renders you immune to all laws.

In fact, willingness to accept the consequences of your dissent actually gives your dissent more moral weight. It's one thing to stage a lunch-counter sit-in at a Woolworth's in a liberal Northern town, and quite another thing to try it in the heart of Jim Crow land.

No one else will go to jail if Greenpeace is convicted. The organization could be placed on double-secret probation, and could lose its tax-exempt status.

Chances of that happening are just about zero; the PR cost to the administration would be horrid. As is, Greenpeace has been handed a marvelous fundraising tool. By the time this all plays out, a good portion of the faithful will be convinced John Ashcroft has decamped to the Amazon with a chainsaw in one hand and a shotgun in the other, felling old trees and shooting rare marmosets whose tears hold the cure to cancer.


Notice that he didn't use lemur.

Let's hope that this time around, Lileks appearance in the editorial page isn't an omen portending bad news.

You don't have any other kin working for this guy do you James?






Pope-A-Dope

The Pope is on the ropes. His health is failing. He appears fragile and weak. Already there is talk who will replace him and whether he should step aside now and allow for the election of a new Pontiff.

Don't believe the hype.

If there's one thing we know about this Pope, it's that he's a fighter. He fought the Commies in Poland. He's fought against "modern" opinions that consider many of the teachings of the Church archaic. He's a tenacious brawler.

The more he hears advice about stepping aside the more he's likely to say, "Kiss my ring punks." Well, he might not say punks but you get the idea.

This Pope ain't gonna throw in the towel and say "no mas". If he's going out, he's going out with his boots (or Papal slippers) on. He's going to fight to the end and that's one of the things that I admire about the man. May God bless him.






He Said Point Sixty Nine. Heh, Heh, Heh.

Police say motorist had .69 percent BAC:

People have died from drinking just a fraction of the amount of alcohol police say a LaPorte County man consumed.

Willard Ashley III was admitted to LaPorte Hospital Saturday morning with a .69 percent blood-alcohol content or nearly nine times what most states, such as Indiana, consider legally intoxicated, according to the LaPorte County Police Department.

Ashley, 32, of Hudson Lake, was still hospitalized on Monday, according to LaPorte County police.


Talk about your hangover from hell.






No More Yankee My Wankee

Yeah, the Yankees won. And ice is cold. Big freaking yawn.

Look, I'm no big fan of the Red Sox. In fact, I have no small amount of hatred reserved for them in my blackened soul.

I despise Manny Ramirez. The little scumbag tried to bed my girlfriend (at the time) back in his Cleveland days. I'm not going to go into detail here, but I know some things about Manny and his frequent roommate Julian Tavarez that would make for excellent tabloid fodder.

What really bugs me most about Manny is his complete lack of effort. He makes the Twins' Christian Guzman look like Pete freakin' Rose. The SOB was playing in game six of the ALCS and couldn't find the strength to run out a ground ball. Feel the curse, Manny. I hope you choke on it.

Then there's David Ortiz. That filthy bastard was a complete failure as a DH with the Twins and contributed less than nothing to their post season efforts last year. To see him win a World Series would have been too much to bear. Feel the curse, David. I hope you choke on it.

I'm going to stop there as the targets of my ire are too numerous to list and, decorum prohibits listing them here. All I can say is that a part of me is overjoyed that Red Sox (and Cubs) fans have to endure another offseason hoping and praying that NEXT year will be the year that their team finally wins when it counts. Feel the curse, folks. You know what to do with it.

That said, I will be cheering on IRod and the Marlins against the Yankees. There's something beautifully ironic about a team that didn't exist eleven years ago going for their second World Series title given the events of the last few days. No curse there.

Go Fish!





Thursday, October 16, 2003

Glory, Glory, Glory

Aaron Boone hits a dinger in the bottom of the 11th inning. Yankees win. Red Sox lose. Cosmic justice is affirmed, and the sneering insolence of Red Sox fans up and down West 7th Street in St. Paul is rewarded in bitter defeat.

After the Minnesota Wild game at the Excel Energy center (a 5 - 2 loss to the Colorado Avalanche), Doubtless and I hit some of the neighborhood bars, only to face an overwhelming barrage of pro-Bosox sentiment. Not sure of the motivation, though I suspect a perverted, blinded preference for the underdog, no matter what the underlying conditions. And our overt support of the classy, professional representatives of America's greatest city only brought catcalls and passive-aggressive derision from the booze hounds and bar flies at The Liffy, McCormicks, and Tom Reid's.

Needless to say we had the last laugh. And I couldn't feel better about the likes of Derek Jeter, Jorge Posada, and Roger Clemens defeating the likes of Pedro Martinez, Manny Ramirez, and Todd Walker. On this night the Red Sox and their fans face nothing but an off-season of torment and self doubt. And that's exactly what they deserve. Let's hope they learn something from their misery this time, although their record of humble intropsection over the past 80 years of defeat hasn't exactly been encouraging. Wait 'til next year - and odds are the Sox will choke again and their fans will still be a-holes.






Who's Playing Again?

Looks like I'm the last one to weigh in on the game tonight, so I guess it's up to me to be "definitive." Pardon me while I definitively clear my throat (ahem).

I'm from Minnesota and the incidence of teams wearing laundry with my state's name on it pretty much dictates the extent of my true rooting interest. So in a game where there isn't a team I can recognize as "one of us" I have to use my head instead of my heart in choosing in whom to invest my sense of self worth.

On local connections alone, I suppose I should be rooting for the Red Sox, as they've got a coronary clot of guys who used to wear our laundry. Four former Twins: Todd Walker, David Ortiz, David McCarty, and Todd Jones.

Walker and McCarty both carry on their foreheads the indelible black mark of former Twins manager Tom Kelly's stern disapproval. With Walker it was his defensive ineptitude, his lack of a work ethic in improving his skills, and his pouty entitlement-based attitude. Years ago Walker used to whine to the media after being removed in the late innings of any close game the then last place Twins were engaged in. Seeing Grady Little do the same thing this post season, I imagine Tom Kelly is somewhere smiling. Well maybe dropping the intensity of his scowl a little bit, this is Tom Kelly we're talking about after all.

Kelly hated McCarty because his swing was too long for major league pitching, his lack of a work ethic in improving his skills, and because he was spied drinking white wine and toasting the future with his wife on the team's charter flight after his first big league game back in the mid 1990s. It was bad enough that he brought his wife along in the first place, but apparently the two also isolated themselves in a smug cocoon of self congratulation on that fateful flight, and McCarty's reputation in the manager's eyes never recovered. In Kelly's world, rookies don't do that. Especially pampered, Stanford educated rookies, grossly over rated by the scouts and forced upon the field manager by the front office. And maybe Kelly was right. After struggling mightily throughout his Twins career, McCarty was uncerimoniously cut loose

According to reports, David Ortiz wasn't a favorite of Kelly either. He recognized Big Dave's talent, but he felt he was too injury prone and that you couldn't rely on him over the course of a long season as your run producer. Ortiz survived Kelly's tenure, but his release at the end of last season was based largely on Kelly's generally accepted analysis. Todd Jones was a mid season pick up from the Tigers during the 2001 pennant race. As a middle reliever and set up man, he generally stunk. But that fact is rendered moot due to the colossal stink emanating from the man who cost the Twins the pennant that year, closer LaTroy Hawkins. Jones's true legacy will be loss of the man we traded for him. A certain left hander by the name of Mark Redman. You might have seen him starting Game 7 of the NLCS last night for the World Series-bound Marlins.

The Red Sox also have two former St. Paul Saints aboard. Kevin Millar, an "original Saint," from that team's first season, which I can report first hand was glorious, hilarious, and thoroughly beer drenched. The emphasis of the fans was on that last aspect, so I don't really remember any of Millar's personal exploits.

And Jason Varitek was a Saint for a while too, but only in concept. Back in the late 90's, he was a well regarded first round draft choice of the Mariners, whose agent felt his talents should transcend the generally accepted salary parameters of someone drafted in his position. So he held out, and as a pressure mechanism started looking for options outside of the major league system. The option they chose was a contract with the independent St. Paul Saints, with the implied threat that he'd stay there for a year, keep his baseball talents honed, and then re-enter the draft the following year. And by the way, this wasn't the first time Varitek tried this money grubbing strategy. The first time was when he was still in college, and he was the number one draft choice of ..... The Minnesota Twins. Despite a fair market contract offer by the Twins, he held true to his threats, returned to college for his senior year and the Twins lost his draft rights. The next year he was drafted by the Mariners and after a long summer of anxiety and wrangling, Varitek signed with them and his Saints contract was torn up.

After writing this litany of mediocrity and misery of former Sox with Minnesota connections, I realize there's really no way I could root for the Red Sox. But I had already made up my mind based on the behavior of Martinez and Ramirez. An example of the latter was described in today's Star Tribune by Pat Reusse:

The Red Sox were facing elimination against the archrival Yankees on Wednesday evening. Boston had blown a 4-1 lead, fought back from a 6-4 deficit and was leading 7-6 in the eighth inning.

Nomar Garciaparra, Boston's previously slumping shortstop, opened with an infield single -- his fourth hit of the game. Manny Ramirez was next. He hit a bouncer toward Alfonso Soriano, the Yankees' unsteady second baseman. Soriano double-clutched on his throw to second for the forceout. That should have cost the Yankees a double play. It did not, because Ramirez, playing on an eight-year, $160 million contract, was jogging to first base.

Imagine that. One run ahead in an elimination game, and you can't buy a full-out race to first for a $20 million salary.


And if that's not enough evidence to convince all you hard working, personal responsibility embracing conservatives who to pull for, here's some advice from NRO's Johnah Goldberg:

One of the central tenets of conservatism is a respect for, and loyalty to, the familiar, the particular, the local. ... An attachment to home and soil, to one's way of life, and to the traditional order which gives that life meaning and context is an essential part of what it means to be a conservative.

There you have it. Since I don't have anything local to cheer for, I am naturally inclined to desire the familiar, the traditional order of things. And that means celebrating as the Yankees add to the echoes of Yankee Stadium's previous 26 world championships and Boston looks into the silent abyss of defeat yet again. And at the very least, it may make Tom Kelly smile (and should prevent any reprise of a David McCarty-and-his-wife love fest on the flight back to Bean Town).






I've Got Your Hatred Right Here

I will say it. I hate the Yankees. No, JB, this doesn't conflict with my conservative political philosophy and it isn't because I'm jealous of their talent or that I resent their inflated budget or any B.S. like that. There are some teams in sports that I just hate.

I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I hate the Green Bay Packers. I also hate the Atlanta Braves, the Chicago Cubs, the Cleveland Indians and the New York Yankees. I love to see these teams lose and I love to see their fans upset. If it has to be the Red Sox that make this possible, so be it. I have less hatred for Boston than I do for N.Y. If it has to be the Marlins that eventually eliminate the Yankees, great. I have no shortage of hatred, but I can't seem to muster up much for them.

Part of the joy of watching sports is cheering against those teams that you dislike. That is why I will be pulling for A.B.Y. (Anybody But the Yankees) for the remainder of the post season.






Luva Not A Hata

To correct any possible misconceptions that might arise from JB's post, I declare that I do not in fact hate the Yankees. I admire their organization and commitment to success and find little reason to dislike any player on the team.

And if the Yankees do win tonight I will be on their side, hoping that they crush the Fish and claim yet another World Series crown. But what kind of World Series will New York versus Florida be? A rather boring one if you ask me. Yes, the Marlins are the Cinderella story of this postseason and there will be a stark contrast between the two franchises. The Marlins are the young, new kids on the block seeking to win their second World Series in only ten years of existence, while the Yankees are the tradition and glory rich club hoping to write another chapter in their already storied history. But that only takes you so far.

What has been the highlight of the postseason so far? Without question it is the Cubs finding new ways to lose and drive their misbegotten fans deep into despair.

That's why we need the Red Sox in the World Series. As JB has said, they won't win it. But how will they will lose it? That's where the real drama lies. And there's nothing I love more than good drama.






Separated At Birth?

Genius-level SAB contributor Scott Herndon San Antonio, Texas submits this compelling trio:

Vertically-challenged Tattoo...

Musically-challegend Don Ho...

and

World Series-challenged Johnny Damon of the Red Sox?






1918

That's right Elder, you aint speakin' for the rest of us. The Sox must, and therefore will, lose tonight. Now it may just be because I was run out of the town on a rail last year or it may be the boorish behavior of the Dominicans on the team, or it may be the fact that Boston is loaded with self-important liberal WASPs and I want to see them suffer--whatever it is I WILL ENJOY WATCHING BOSTON LOSE TONIGHT.

Laura Ingraham actually had a good point (gasp) the other day about the Hated Yankees. She compared people's nonsensical hatred of the team to Europeans nonsensical hatred of the U.S.--they hate them because they have the most money, the most success, the most marquee players, they get the most attention. Pure jealousy plain and simple.

Any of you 'servatives might want to consider that if you hate the Yanks.






Running Dog Yankee Imperialists

I can't speak for the rest of the crew here at Fraters, but I can assure King from the SCSUScholars that at least I am pulling for the Red Sox tonight. This despite the fact that Pedro is petulant punk and Manny is a malingering multi-millionaire (for once in your life run it out man!).

Yesterday while I was shopping at Target a woman standing nearby ended her cell phone conversation, turned to me, and asked, "Did you know there's no salary cap in baseball?".

Not exactly the type of small talk you expect when you're looking for eye drops. I let her know that I was aware of that state of affairs without going into details about revenue sharing, "luxury taxes", etc.

"But that means the Yankees can spend way more than anyone else."

I nodded to indicate that indeed it was true.

"But that's not fair."

I resisted the urge to dust off the "life's not fair" line that I've heard over and over again through the years, beginning in first grade. While it is a truism it doesn't do much to placate one's feelings that they're getting screwed.

"How can I watch baseball when it's so unfair?", she whined.

"That's what makes it fun to cheer against the Yankees", I offered, also explaining that while the Red Sox payroll wasn't quite at the level of the Yankees, they weren't exactly shopping at St. Vincent De Paul either.

"I still don't think it's fair."

No, it's probably not fair. But now it's down to one game and in one game anything can happen.

Go Red Sox.






Why Didn't I Think Of That? Oh Yeah, I DID...

Eric Black unveils what he believes is a better historical comparison to the current US efforts in Iraq in this piece from yesterday's Star Tribune:

The argument about the U.S. occupation of Iraq is waged on many levels. One is what you might call the battle of historical analogies. Supporters of Bush's Iraq policy like to cite the post-World War II U.S. occupation and reconstruction of Germany, now a stable democracy and ally. Opponents generally prefer the Vietnam analogy: a war that started with a lie (Gulf of Tonkin), and turned into a quagmire.

Some international relations scholars suggest that the little-remembered Filipino-American war offers the most instructive analogy.


Excellent analysis Eric. I happen to agree that the pacification of the Philippines is much more comparable to what's going on in Iraq than either post-World War II Germany or Vietnam. As I did when I first heard it made.

IN JULY.

In fact I wrote about it back on August 19th . Nice to know that the crack Strib staff is on top of things. Yes, they're right on the cutting edge of analysis they are.

Not surprisingly Black's piece tends to present a pretty negative impression of the U.S. involvement in the Philippines. Viewed through today's lens it wasn't exactly a shining moment in US history but compared to the actions of colonial European powers at that time it was rather restrained and magnanimous. To his credit Black does offer two alternative viewpoints on whether the lessons of the Philippines augers good or bad for the US in Iraq:

Professor emeritus Walter Benjamin of Hamline University believes it is relevant and is a positive precedent. In an op-ed piece and an interview, he chided Americans for their impatience in Iraq and argued that the story of the Philippines shows that democratization takes time and effort, but that it can be worth it. Benjamin subscribes to the view of those in the Bush administration who say that if the United States stays the course in Iraq, it could be the beginning of a democratic transformation of the whole Middle East.

Ken Meter of Richfield also believes the analogy is relevant but says it augurs badly for the U.S. mission to Iraq. Meter, who has been active with the Philippine Study Group of Minnesota, said the desire by the United States to gain access to the lucrative China market was among the main reasons for the conquest of the Philippines -- and that is similar to the belief of many in the world that the United States is in Iraq for the oil. The United States says it is in Iraq to help the Iraqis and to spread democracy, but similar justifications were used in the Philippines and they were mostly empty promises, Meter says.


I tend to agree with Professor Benjamin here. Especially since Meter's main point comparing the US desire to gain access to the Chinese market then to the US desire to control Iraq's oil now, is a flimsy canard rather easily dispelled. From Max Boot's excellent: The Savage Wars of Peace: Small Wars and the Rise of American Power:

But while Americans did reap some profits in China, it was never as much as either boosters of China trade or its critics would suppose. From 1890 to 1920, China represented just 3.5 percent of US exports and 1.4 percent of US foreign investment.

Access to the China market was not one of the main reasons for the US actions in the Philippines then, just as oil is not one of the main reasons for US actions in Iraq now.






Taking The Fight To Their Back Yard

Over the last few days I've been flooded with e-mails from concerned Minnesotans afraid that my proposal to cede portions of Minnesota to the Dakotas and Iowa would leave them out in the cold (literally). T.A. suggests that instead of pulling back Minnesotans should instead go on the offensive to counteract the growing Dakotan menace:

I'm in favor of breaking ties with North Dakota, but I live in Moorhead and you can't just leave us flapping in the breeze miles from the lifeblood of the land of 10,000 lakes.

I would propose a Minnesotan occupation of North Dakota. Really it wouldn't be that hard to outnumber them. Once you take Fargo, you pretty much have the state population taken care of. You would only need a few thousand
strategically placed Minnesotans in counties around ND to control the state senate.

Fargo's current population of 90,000 makes it pretty easy for a city like Minneapolis to take over. With a population of 382,600 people, Minneapolis has 50,000 people to send up to Fargo. (Conservatives please, we don't like them weirdo liberals up here. Our Democrats are more conservative than most Republicans.) We could spare a few from Moorhead, and many of us already have deep cover and employment in the city.

Hell, Minneapolis itself has half the population of the ENTIRE STATE of North Dakota which is currently at 634,110 and most of them are over age 65! Minnesota could take over within a few years as the Dakotans die off.
North Dakotans are blithering idiots for hometown boys done good, so James Lileks would be the perfect leader for such a takeover. I think his blood has more Minnesotan in it than you think. He's from Fargo, and Fargo has never
REALLY been part of North Dakota anyway... it' s like it's in limbo, the City without a State. So being from Fargo does not make one a North Dakotan, it makes them a Fargoan.

Turn the whole thing into a giant wind farm and use the lignite to power the habitable regions of Minnesota. Be a good location for more nuke plants too, no population to complain about the proximity to the plant. I will wait for the civilian troops to amass on the border at Moorhead.


Not a bad idea T.A. Lileks appears to have all the necessary qualities to make a great Quisling. But you might have a tough time finding 50,000 conservatives in Minneapolis proper.

Meanwhile Mitch Berg at Shot In The Dark continues to beat the Dakotan war drums (do they count as one the instruments he gets around on?) with increasingly belligerent rhetoric and threatens to unleash an army of psychotic plumbers upon our fair state. (In the interests of fairness and openness it should be noted that Mitch once belonged to a radical separatist group in college known as L.E.F.S.A. (Lutheran Expansion Front Student Army) whose motto was "For Dakota all, outside Dakota nothing". )






Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Red Sux/I Am A Petty, Petty Man/Chicago Is Full Of Urban Rednecks

After just watching Ortiz strike out really lamely and after watching Burkett (Burkett? what is Lil' Grady thinking?) give up an early dinger to Giambi, and after seeing that the top Sox are batting like .100 collectively in the post season, I'd have to say that the game will go to the Yanks.

Plus I want to see the hurt on the Sox fans faces after Manny and Pedro's behavior in Game 3.

Plus an ex-girlfriend who lives in Boston is a big Sox fan. That's just icing.

In other baseball news...Did y'all see the Cubs fans working over that doofus that tried to catch the foul ball? Harsh. I just saw the clip and there were dozens of guys yelling "F you you effing a-hole!" right in the dude's face. That's going a little far, methinks. I mean kick the guy's ass, yeah, but do it later when the cameras aren't around. Makes your city look like a bunch of urban rednecks (ever been to Fenway?).






Hey, That Looks Just Like....

JB's Separated At Birth has been updated to include all the most recent entries.






Ginuwine article

There's a piece in today's WSJ about the latest bar trend: chucking food into mixed drinks, giving them a cutsey name and then charging 12 bucks a pop.

Blue cheese, cucumbers and pieces of ham are showing up in cocktail glasses. Chili peppers, avocados, figs, truffles, cream cheese, graham crackers, fish, gels, foams and flowers are swimming in gin or cognac or champagne.

The Journal is reporting that behind this trend is a flood of new specialty beverages hitting the market. Fifty-three new cordials and liqueurs were introduced in 2002, versus 18 in 2001. Four times the number of flavored vodkas and rums were introduced in 2002 as in 1999.

There is a name for all of these dippy, fruity and just plain silly things: Chick Drinks. Can you imagine a group of dudes walking into a bar and saying "Hey barkeep a round of Raspberry Amerettos over here!"? I should hope not.

Now I am all for any drink that will entice a young lovely to over-imbibe and perhaps find my conversation more palatable, but this is getting out of control.

Here are a few examples from the piece:
-- The "Avocolada" and the "Avorita," dreamt up by the California Avocado Commission
-- A restaurant in New York is selling "Caketails" and "Pietinis" including the "Amaretto Cheesecake," containing cream cheese, amaretto liqueur and graham cracker crumbs
-- A New York bar is pushing the "Titanic" a concoction of mashed grapes, a syrup made of elder-flowers and vodka with chunks of champagne sorbet floating on top

All of this is a little too precious for my taste, but never one to miss out on a trend, I've come up with my own concoctions that are a little more man-friendly and could easily be on the menu at any bar in Wisconsin:

The Budwitzza:
Ingredients: 10 ounces Bud, 1 ounce pizza sauce, 10 small chunks italian sausage, 1 ounce mozzarella.
Directions: Take a highball glass and add the sausages as you would ice. Next, add the pizza sauce and the beer and mix vigorously. Top with mozzarella and serve.

Hens On The Ice:
Ingredients: fried eggs, gin, ice cubes
Directions: Fry three small eggs in a pan. Make sure they are not sticking together. Set aside. Take 6 ounces gin and the ice and put into a proper martini shaker. Shake for at least 10 minutes to fully infuse the ice with the gin. Pour gin into a large martini glass. If you have shaken correctly there will be ice floating on the top. Add fried eggs one at a time to float on the surface. Garnish with pepper and serve.

Attention Keegans Pub--no need to thank me after these items become a hit. Sometimes genius is it's own reward.






Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Coup d'etoe

Shock jock Hugh Hewitt began today's third hour with a discussion about the pain he is experiencing in his big toe. My first thought was that the poor man is suffering from the very same malady that haunts me....The Gout (yes, I am 36 years old and I have...The Gout...don't judge me!). While Mr. Hewitt quickly dismissed...The Gout...as the cause of his pain, I think the matter deserves further attention.

I have heard about the man's odd eating habits, but this latest revelation clears a lot up. For those of you who are unfamiliar with...The Gout...it is often attributed to a diet that is heavy in organ meats (my suffering is wholly a result of alcohol intake, but that is a matter that will remain between my sponsor and myself). This rather distasteful category of meat includes the somewhat pedestrian organs like kidneys and liver but it also includes the abominably inedible brain and heart.

It is my contention that Hugh Hewitt is actually an organ devouring beast of Promethean proportions. He has already consumed the heart and soul of one James L. and the Patriot's Jay Larson wasn't "long suffering" until HH rolled into town. I fear the horror that he has yet to unleash.





Holy Cow!

If I hadn't watched the the top half of the eighth inning of tonight's game with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it. You gotta hand it to the Cubbies. When it comes to crushing the dreams of their fans, nobody does it better.

Before the Cubs take the field for tomorrow night's deciding Game Seven they would do well to heed the words that the immortal Herb Brooks uttered to the 1980 US hockey team between the second and third periods of the gold medal game against Finland:

"If you lose this game you will take it to your f***ing graves. Your f***ing graves!"






Free Fergus?

In response to my plan to redraw the borders of Minnesota, Rick e-mails to volunteer to return from California and lead a Free Otter Army to keep Fergus Falls out of the clutches of the Dakotans:

We can not lose Fergus Falls. We can mount our defense from the bluffs above Rothsay. Also, there exists a three-fold watershed to the North of FF where waters run to Lake Winnipeg, Lake Superior and the Gulf of Mexico. We can't let the strategic fun of having your waste flow to three bodies of water fall into the hands of the hated Dakotans. Everyone knows that the key to holding the western portion of MN is Fergus Falls, the Carthaginians knew it, the Romans knew it, and now you know it. The Vikings made the mistake of trying to hold the line at Alexandria, and look what became of them...We can not lose Fergus Falls. Must I come back to lead the Otters?

If Rick is indeed willing to return to defend his homeland, then perhaps my plans could be amended to include a Free Otter State, running from just west of Alexandria to Rothsay (home to the world's largest prairie chicken) with its capital at Fergus Falls. It would of course be a vassal state to Minnesota but could serve as a critical buffer and first line of defense against the Dakotans.






It's All About Supply Chain Management These Days

It is a rare and gratifying occasion when I come across a news story that I can easily relate to my job. Phil Carter at Intel Dump has been following the story of the shortage of body armor for US troops in Iraq and in his
latest update he details some of the causes behind the problem:

The macro-economic reason for this problem is the overall trend since the fall of the Berlin Wall towards consolidation in the defense industry. (See this survey of the defence industry by The Economist) Small specialized contractors have either gone out of business or been swallowed up by larger contractors, and for most major end items, there remains one contractor capable of making that item. The same is true for smaller items, such as SAPIs and HMMWV tires and Bradley tracks. When the Pentagon wants to procure a bunch of these right away, it can't, because the defense industry has downsized and consolidated itself to the point of maximum efficiency, and it can't respond quickly enough to meet this wartime demand with its peacetime production lines.

The implications of this macro-economic trend cannot be understated. I think this is an area of strategic risk for the American government, and it probably hobbles our current national strategy of pre-emptive action. Our military cannot perform well in war after war if it does have the procurement and logistics base to support it. We have nearly spent our post-Cold War stockages of spare parts in a number of areas, and so far, the defense industry has not shifted to a wartime footing to replace these things (except for some items like JDAM bombs). There's an old maxim that "Amateurs study tactics; professionals study logistics." In this case, I think our pre-emptive strategy may contain an element of amateurism, in that it ignores logistical realities that are now beginning to show across our force.


Sole source suppliers? Inability to meet demand surges? Parts shortages? Now you're speaking my language.

Next time you're talking to someone at a cocktail party and they mention that they work in supply chain management (or are a material planning manager as I happen to be) and your eyes start to glaze over and you glance around the room thinking, "Wasn't that guy over there an architect?", just remember Phil's words of wisdom. We're the pros who make sure people get what they need, when they need it. Ask a soldier in Iraq without body armor just how important that can be.






The Funk Soul Brother, Check It Out Now

This campaign is really starting to pick up speed. And no, I'm not talking about Dennis Kucinich and his announcement that he's running for president:

"Freedom bids us to free ourselves from the shackles of violence," he said. "When peace becomes innermost, it then becomes outermost in our communities and our nation."

Yeah. Sure Dennis.






Separated at Birth?

A jubilant Bobby Orr in the 1970 Stanley Cup Finals.

An ebullient Don Zimmer in Game 3 of the 2003 American League Championship Series.

Zimmer link via Bill Tuomala, who seems to be taking the side of the guy who aggressively face planted a borderline handicapped senior citizen in this little dust up. But that's Bill for you, always going with the chalk.






Everything I Need To Know About My Husband I Learn On Talk Radio

Last night I arrived home from work and the first thing I heard from my wife was:

"Now I have to listen to the radio to find out what you're up to?"

She was jesting with me of course. Well, at least partially jesting. She was listening to the Hugh Hewitt show on her way home from work (This is a woman who had twice voted for Clinton and now listens to Hugh and Medved and rails against the liberal bias of the Star Tribune. Don't tell me that you can't change your spouse after marriage.) and caught the segment that Hugh had with Jay Larson of Twin Cities radio station AM 1280 - The Patriot. Hugh was asking Jay how the planning was going for Hugh's winter event in Minnesota, which sounds like it will involve snowmobiles on Lake Minnetonka in some manner. And it will also apparently involve us as Hugh asked Jay to make sure that "the boys from Fraters Libertas are out there".

Now the first time I knew anything about this event was when I heard Hugh mention it last night. I don't really have any idea what it will entail (as I'm sure neither Hugh nor Jay do either) but I don't think it will be anything as controversial as the Minnesota Vikings annual Arctic Blast snowmobile fundraiser . But if it does happen to involve the Viking cheerleaders in any way I would suggest that we keep the details on the QT. Or at least off the national radio airwaves.






Looking For One Good Man

Caesar, from the comic strip The Boondocks , thinks that Condoleezza Rice "needs a boyfriend" (funny, that's the same thing I've thought about Hillary). I do believe that the future Black Leader of America is available and more than willing to fill that role.






Imminence Front? It's a Put On

Andrew Sullivan has more today on the continuing efforts by the left and the media to claim that the Bush administration said that Iraq posed an "imminent threat" despite volumes of evidence to the contrary.






Monday, October 13, 2003

The Implications of Implying

It appears that the new favorite debating trick of the left is, when no hard evidence is available to prove their point, to claim that it is implied.

The stifling of dissent in America?

Well we don't have any actual examples but the Bush administration has created an "atmosphere of fear".

Loss of civil liberties under the Patriot Act?

We can't give you specifics but there could be abuses.

The Bush administration linking Iraq to 9/11?

While the administration never came out and claimed it, they implied it was true.

The latest example is the whole "imminent threat" from Iraq as justification to go to war. Andrew Sullivan has done an amazing job covering this and cataloging the various media outlets that have tried to claim that President Bush said there was an imminent threat despite the fact that in reality he said quite the opposite. Here's what the President said on January 28th, 2003:

"Some have said we must not act until the threat is imminent. Since when have terrorists and tyrants announced their intentions, politely putting us on notice before they strike? If this threat is permitted to fully and suddenly emerge, all actions, all words, and all recriminations would come too late. Trusting in the sanity and restraint of Saddam Hussein is not a strategy, and it is not an option."

It's pretty clear that the President is saying we can't wait for an imminent threat to act, ergo the threat isn't yet imminent.

Thanks to the work of Sullivan and others like Tony Snow of Fox News, the left has started backing off the claim that Bush said the threat was imminent. Now the argument is that the an imminent threat was implied. From an editorial that appeared in Saturday's Minneapolis Star Tribune:

While they're at it, those officials will keep hitting away at the WMD issue, insisting that if Saddam Hussein didn't have them, he still wanted them, and thus the invasion of Iraq was fully justified. Never mind that the new message is about 180 degrees off the message delivered by Bush and his team before the war. Then, the threat from Iraq's WMD programs was so urgent that a preemptive war was justified. Not a preventive war, a preemptive war, implying imminent threat.

The beauty of that argument is that it's almost impossible to refute. Since the act of implying is mostly a subjective rather than objective process, it is very difficult to prove that a particular implication is not accurate. In a way implying is almost like feeling. And we all know that you can't tell someone how they should feel. Or prove that their feelings aren't valid.

It really should come as no surprise that the left has once elected to shrink away from logic and fact based arguments and instead hide behind their old friend feelings. At this point it's the only thing they have left.






The Whole World Is Watching

The October 11th edition of WORLD Magazine presents a sampling of comments from influential bloggers on the war in Iraq.






Inmates Running The Asylum

The honorable Brad Jones from Infinite Monkeys reminds us that there already is a man in charge of monitoring the North Dakota-Minnesota border, and that instead of just carping about the need for action, I should take up my proposal to close the border to further immigration with him. The problem is that man is none other than James Lileks, a refugee from North Dakota himself. Allowing Lileks control over the border is like giving Rush the keys to the pharmacy (sorry but I couldn't resist). He's not going to close the gates to his NoDakian brethren. In fact he'll likely encourage more of them to stream eastward on I-94, in caravans looking not unlike Okies during the Great Depression.

No, taking this up with Lileks is definitely not the answer. The way I see it we're left with two alternatives.

1. Revisit my proposal to cede everything west of Alexandria to the Dakotas and everything south of Rochester to Iowa (imagine the border starting at Winona running just south of Rochester, Owatonna, Mankato, and New Ulm then turning north to just west of Wilmar, Alexandria and Bemidji before ending at the Canadian border on the western side of Lake of the Woods). This would leave Minnesota a smaller, but much stronger and easier to defend state and could provide a cushion from further encroachment from native Dakotans or Iowijans. Minnesota would still have almost all that is good: the Twin Cities, Duluth, the North woods, most of the lakes, the Mayo Clinic, etc. I realize that we would lose Fergus Falls in the deal but it could be declared a "free city" or it could remain part of Minnesota and a corridor established to it.

Cities currently divided like Fargo and Moorhead and Grand Forks and East Grand Forks could be united under the rule of one state. Perhaps Fargo-Moorhead could emerge as a new megalopolis for the region. When North Dakotans would say, "We're goin' to the Cities", they would mean Fargo-Moorhead and not Minneapolis-St. Paul. A good thing for everyone concerned.

While we're at it why not merge North and South Dakota? I mean really what's the point of having two Dakotas anyway? It's confusing to the media on both coasts and is just a duplication of resources. One Dakota. One big empty expanse of land. Dakota for the Dakotans I say.

2. Build a wall. A really big fargin' wall.






A Brilliant Disguise

Long time reader and charter member of the Saint Paul Fan Club, P.H. e-mails his requirements for a great Halloween costume:

- Topical: it should be on the forefront of pop culture; a Richard Nixon mask would have qualified in 1974, but would not qualify today.

- Recognizable: it has to be a well known figure, real or fictional; going as JB or Atomizer might be funny, but would not qualify. Also the figure must have some well known distinguishing physical characteristic, thus Rick Kahn costumes are out.

- Cheap: this really is not a requirement of a great costume, only more of a personal guideline. The fact that you can spend little and make use of items lying around the house adds a great deal of satisfaction.


Having known P.H. for a number of years I have no doubt as to which requirement is most important in his book. Or should I say wallet?






When You've Seen The Best, Quit The Rest

For those of you bloggers who "Fisk" please go to Lileks. Read what he has done. And promise never to attempt one yourself ever again. It's a perfect specimen of the style and once it's been done this well everything else will look like common hackery (something I know a little about) in it's wake.

It's what it must have been like for contemporaries of Bach when they heard the Brandenburg Concerto(s) for the first time. Yeah, they could have finished the inferior pieces they were working on and let them be judged side-by-side with Bach's masterpiece, or they could move on to something else where the master hasn't defined the genre.

Please, I ask of you, no more Fisking.

I'm not sure why, but I'm reminded of a line from Cheers:

Sam: Carla was complaining that she missed out on all that teenage stuff, you know homecoming, proms. What if we do something to take her back to her teen years?

Rebecca: Like get her pregnant?

Cliff: Nah. That's been done to death.







Keep on the Sunny Side, Always on the Sunny Side

Yes, the University of Minnesota's loss to Michigan on Friday night was disgusting and shameful. You can't rush for over 400 yards and lead 28-7 in the fourth quarter and lose. You just can't. But at least they didn't get beat by Bucky Badger like another Big Ten squad did on Saturday. How 'bout dem Buckeyes?






Sunday, October 12, 2003

How Dry I Am

Permit me to return, for a moment, to the Martini debate sparked by the fellows at Infinite Monkeys and joined by Atomizer and myself . Further research seems to indicate that the "dryness" of a Martini is indeed relative and has flucated over time. From The Cocktail: The Influence of Spirits on the American Psyche by Joseph Lanza:

There are valid reasons for at least retaining the recipe for a Martini that is both dry and unadorned. Of all drinks, the Martini (with its pure, undiluted alcohol) is the most pristine high any drink can offer. It has a different impact on the body's blood sugar with a longer-lasting stimulus than most other concoctions sullied by juices, sugars, and cream. But the laws for dryness have themselves proven relative and transmutable.

It today's aficionados who favor a thirty-to-one ratio of gin to vermouth were to time travel back to when Martinis first emerged as the supreme sign of urban elegance--the thirties--they might be surprised by what were then customary proportions of three to one. The rebellion against the "wet" Martini (some may call it vermouth-phobia) was more gradual. By the late 1950's the House of Schenley took the dry fever to absurd extremes by recommending a Martini consisting only of a glass of chilled gin.


That's a house Atomizer would feel quite comfortable in. Speaking of Atomizer:

There was also the "Vermouth Atomizer", which emitted discreet gusts that hovered over the glass with no direct contact.

Personally I prefer the thirty-to-one ratio while Ben at Infinite Monkeys has come out in favor of three-to-one and Atomizer agrees with Kyle Hadley (played by Robert Stack) in the film Written on the Wind :

"The secret is not to pour the vermouth, just to pretend you're pouring it."

So how dry should your Martini be? As dry or as wet as you want it. After all it's still a Martini.

UPDATE: Ben actually prefers a 3.7-to-1 ratio, usually rounding to four- to-one.






Saturday, October 11, 2003

You Had Me At Hello

Yesterday I referenced the awful new Tarantino movie 'Kill Bill.' Specifically, its beginning, as summarized by the blood lusting Star Tribune reviewer:

The film opens with three great inside jokes and a shock cut to a battered, gasping Uma Thurman that hits like a Louisville Slugger to the ribs. ... The unseen Bill, wiping the blood from her face with his handkerchief, murmurs tender nothings, then shoots her in the head.

Note to Hollywood auteurs, if you want my attention and respect for your artistic vision, respect my human sensibilities and don't start your movie like that. Now I doubt impudent and nasty Quentin cares one way or another what the audience thinks. But I think perhaps this is something Sofia Coppola understands.

This afternoon I saw her new flick "Lost in Translation." It's terrific. A funny and sad look at the toll familiarity (with spouses, with the routine of our lives) takes on us and the sacrifices inherent in the choices we make (no matter what those choices are). The tone is nonjudgmental, although judgments are made. The performances by Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray are top notch, particularly Murray, with his understated and nuanced parody of his real life public image. It loses its pacing about three-quarters through and has a hard time finding an ending, but overall its a real charmer and receives my unqualified recommendation.

And it was the opening scene that riveted my attention and told me I found the right movie to see. No women were battered, beaten, or executed. Instead of trying to attract me with violence towards women, it attracted me with something a little bit more, well, attractive about them. Without getting too explicit, let's just say it involves the lovely Scarlett Johansson and something pink and see-through, covering something soft, curvaceous, and absolutely perfect. Furthermore, let's just say Sofia Coppola chose to tastefully begin the movie with an end. And my undivided attention and respect for her artistic vision were cemented (for all time).

For those of you still not understanding what I'm talking about, I refer you to the often times hilarious Jim Treacher. His blog today reviews an article in Slate about a fashion trend relevant to this discussion. And if you don't get this hint, you might as well go see 'Kill Bill,' since you may not have human sensibilities anyway.

Now, I enjoy looking at a woman's bran-canyon peeking out of her trousers as much as the next straight dude or gay lady, and I like reading about it almost as much.

Why can't you people just let me get a semi-wood thinking about two succulent hams rolling around in a tight denim sheath? Huh? Can't a man have one small moment of happiness without being dragged into your bullsh*t, you f*cking bastards?!?







Time To Close The Border

Listening to local radio station KSTP AM1500 this afternoon I caught the Tom Marsland show for the first time. Tom sounds like a nice guy, he's got great pipes, and his conservative credentials are unquestionable. But he makes Dave Thompson sound like a dynamo. Compared with Tom's low key deadpan delivery, Hugh Hewitt is a shock jock. I'm not asking for a Jason Lewis opening monologue (please God not that) but there has to be a morsel of entertainment value in the show. It makes it so much more interesting for the listeners.

Marsland also revealed that he too is a refugee from the plains of North Dakota joining the aforementioned Dave Thompson, James Lileks, and Mitch Berg, among others from that state who have at one time or another dabbled in the local talk radio scene.

I say enough is enough. I know that life in North Dakota is harsh and hopeless (I lived there for five years after all) and that they have come to Minnesota in search of a better life for themselves and their families. And it's true that talk radio is a menial job that most native Minnesotans consider beneath them. But I believe we're starting to lose our cultural identity as the latest wave of North Dakotans seem less and less inclined to assimilate. Today Marlsand was talking about baking bread on his show, a decidely unMinnesotan (at least for males) hobby shared by one Mitch Berg. What's next? An hour on the proper way to prepare lefsa?

The time has come to send a clear message to huddled masses in North Dakota, waiting for their chance to come to the promised land. Minnesota is full. Stay home. Especially you talk radio hosts.






But How's His Transition Game?

More e-mail input from Folsom, California's own James Phillips (somebody get this guy a blog!):

First, I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment that the more the L.A. Times and others make the Nazi cracks about Ah-Nuld, the more I am inclined to support him. The editorial cartoon you posted the other day speaks volumes. Suddenly it is funny to make Nazi jokes (L.A. Times "Gropenfuhrer")? How cute.

Anyway, I am sure you have seen the Governor Elect's transition team.

Some very good people, but....

Willie Brown? Mayor and former Assembly Speaker Brown was so disliked in California that he became the poster child for term limits, becoming almost the exclusive reason for the passage of the initiative. His legacy includes an opposition to a redistricting initiative that resorted to out-right lies (which he admitted after the fact, saying he pulled the wool over the eyes of voters) in TV commercials by Jack Lemon and, as I recall, James Garner. The commercials against the initiative were not at all misleading. There were outright lies.

The problem with Willie is he is genuinely charming and likeable. But he is a master manipulator and even more of a master at picking Republicans' pockets. I cannot see him taking a secondary role to anyone, including, truthfully, a GOP Governor. The dynamics between Pete Wilson and Willie should be entertaining.

And Susan Estrich? Well, I guess maybe that explains her blistering (justifiably so) criticism of the L.A Times before the election.

Most of the transition team I don't know. Of the ones I recognize (I especially like Eloise Anderson), I give Ah-Nuld a win loss record of 20-10. 21-10 if you include Jeb Bush's "budget terminator" Donna Arduin .

Not too bad.

Finally, there is Frank Jordan. Former S.F. Police Chief Jordan is most famous for pre-maturely tanking his political career when he appeared on a morning radio show (with some real "shock jocks") and had his picture taken with them in a shower, naked from the waist up. Smooth move, dude.

I guess it depends who amongst this crew has the real influence with Ah-Nuld. Some of the big names, irrespective of who they are, may be a good sign. As President Reagan said:

"...there is no limit to what a man can do or where he can go if he doesn't mind who gets the credit."
- January 21, 1981

For now there is still hope.








All the News That's Fit To Print Between the Lines

From today's New York Times, a report on Rush Limbaugh's announcement that he's addicted to prescription pain medication:

Mr. Limbaugh, who has been in the forefront of conservative talk radio since the mid-1980's and is widely credited with mobilizing support for the Republican sweep of Congress in 1994 and the impeachment of President Bill Clinton in 1999, made the announcement nine days after he resigned as an ESPN sports analyst because of race-related comments he made about Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb.

Mr. Limbaugh - who went from a college dropout to nationwide fame with acid comments about Democrats and environmental "wackos," among others - made the announcement at the end of his midday program.

Mr. Limbaugh, who has regularly told his listeners that drug users should be jailed, said he began taking painkillers after spinal surgery in the 1990's.


As a mere news reader, attempting to get some information from the nation's newspaper of record, let's see if I have this straight:

In paragraph one, the objective information the writer is attempting to convey is that Rush is influential and widely listened to, and we get the aside that he may be a racist.

In paragraph two, in the course of the writer's attempt to tell us that Rush's announcement came at the end of his program, and we get the implication that he's not very intelligent or qualified and his fame is based on nothing more than outrageous rhetoric.

In paragraph three, the writer is attempting to tell us that Rush's stated reason for his addiction is lingering medical difficulties, and we get the aside that he's a hypocrite.

I ain't no graduate of the Columbia School of Journalism, but this reads to me as a blatant example of bias in news writing. Or maybe this is the 'new journalism' I've been hearing so much about. Perhaps with the key news elements of 'who, what, why, when, where, how and harangue'?

Ink stained wretches and pointy headed intellectual journalism theorists out there, write me and straighten me out on this. I'd hate to be unfairly besmirching the reputation of someone. This is the blogosphere after all, and I do have standards to uphold.






Friday, October 10, 2003
That's Entertainment

In reference JB Doubtless's post below, let's add Star Tribune columnist Colin Colvert to the list of local media types still living their dreams of nihilist, post adolescent geekdom. And thanks to their positions in the elite media (relatively speaking), they get to tell us all about it, in the pages of our local paper. From Colvert's review of Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill:

"Kill Bill" is a grindhouse revenge picture made by a mad mastermind. The film opens with three great inside jokes and a shock cut to a battered, gasping Uma Thurman that hits like a Louisville Slugger to the ribs. ... The unseen Bill, wiping the blood from her face with his handkerchief, murmurs tender nothings, then shoots her in the head.

So let me get this straight, for our entertainment purposes, Tarantino presents a battered, gasping woman who is then sadistically shot in the head by a man. All in 70mm, widescreen, Technicolor glory. And this is just the opening sequence of a movie saturated with this particular artistic vision.

It sounds absolutely horrendous. Watching it would be, should be, torture, to any reasonably sane, non-criminally inclined adult. And maybe that includes Colin Colvert, who admits its affect on the viewer is that of a baseball bat to the rib cage. Because nobody likes that, right? Getting your rib cage hammered with a baseball bat, it's a miserable, destructive experience, correct?

Wrong. In Colin Colvert's world, it's awe inspiring and brilliant. And it bears repeated exposure. His summation of the film:

As it stands, Tarantino's film is the "Gone With the Wind" of splatter movies. ... What makes this more than a filmed massacre? The staging, the sound and film editing, the berserk ambition yields the most artful and awe-inspiring fight sequence since Martin Scorsese's "Raging Bull." Using his spatters of red like daubs and slashes of pigment on canvas, Tarantino makes us fully aware of the sheer graphic excitement of bloodletting. With four months to wait until the concluding chapter, I expect to see "Kill Bill, Volume 1" several more times."

Maybe after three or four more viewings of this sadistic carnage, he'll be properly desensitized to it all. (Isn't that the inevitable effect of repeated exposure to violence and gore?) Then Colvert can start his search for the "Citizen Kane" of snuff films, or maybe the "Seven Samurai" of car accident and autopsy movies and then give these a glowing recommendation in the pages of the Star Tribune. I'm sure that's just the kind of entertainment tips folks in Eden Prairie and Woodbury are looking for.

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It's All In The Details

For what it's worth I'd like to whole heartedly endorse James from Infinite Monkeys in his bid to become Black Leader of America. I'm not sure exactly who is allowed to vote for the position (how did Jesse Jackson get selected anyway?) but I promise to do all I can to help James claim the spot. My support however, does hinge on one small condition.

In the event that James is invited to the White House and manages a little sumthin' sumthin' with Condoleezza I want all the details (pictures good, video even better).

You ask me to have lunch, tell me you slept with Condi, and then say you're not in the mood for details. Now you listen to me. I want details and I want them right now. I don't have a job, I have no place to go. You're not in the mood? Well you get in the mood!






Tarantino's (and others) Post-Adolescent Geekdom

Joe Morgenstern has a great qoute in today's WSJ regarding Quentin Tarantino and his "Punishingly dull" new movie Kill Bill, Episode One.

As I sat watching the serial beatings, mass killings, a grindingly awful gang rape and fountains of blood emanating from the stumps of severed limbs and a severed head, my thoughts turned not to video-store clerks but to a record-store clerk: Jack Black's Barry in "High Fidelity."

At the age of 40, Mr. Tarantino seems, on the evidence of this, to be locked in Barry's special sort of airless, post-adolescent geekdom--phenomenally knowledgeable, emotionally obtuse and cheerfully arrogant when it comes to telling others what's important or trivial, authentic or fake.


Local media purveyors of this mentality Chris Remenschneider and Jack Sparks should take note.






Choleric Caucasian Chaps

So far I haven't been all that impressed with Ahnold and am rather skeptical about what kind of governor he'll make. But the more I see of this kind of garbage:




The more of an Ahnold guy I become.

Meanwhile yesterday the Minneapolis Star Tribune dredged up one of the favorite liberal canards of the 90's to explain the results of the recall:

Schwarzenegger is the latest successful product of the anger industry that now runs American politics, although it's a mystery what so many people are so angry about. Society's real have-nots tend not to vote, and when they do, as in Tuesday's election, tend not to vote for candidates like Schwarzenegger.

It's pretty easy to infer just who the Strib is talking about here, although they don't come right out and say it. Yes, it's the angry white males again. Apparently they're back and they're angrier than ever. Or should I say we're back?

Funny thing is that most of the white males in the social/political circles that I run with are rather cheerful fellows. Oh sure if you're around Atomizer after he's just watched another fruitless Luis Rivas at bat, you might catch a few choice invectives but overall we're a pretty mellow lot. If you're really interested in where the anger and hate is coming from these days you might want to turn your gaze leftward.

The fun continues:

In modern terms, it's people who believe (often mistakenly) that they've made it wholly on their own and that, except for government's interference, everyone would follow their example. Government, thus, joins a lineup of villains that includes immigrants, terrorists, liberals and other bogeymen who conspire to take away the essence of American success.

Did you breathe the air today? The air that the government helped make cleaner? See you didn't make it wholly on your own did you? How dare you criticize welfare!

The Strib's assertion that if you drive your car on a road built by the government or take the mortgage interest deduction on your taxes you have no business questioning the size of transfer payments is ridiculous. Nearly everyone acknowledges that there is a role for government. It's the size and cost of the role that is the matter of debate. The point is not whether we do it all on our own but that we all should have to do at least SOME of it on our own and not rely on the government to do it for you. The government need not be the villain, but it usually isn't the hero either.

Interesting also that the Strib chooses to link terrorists, immigrants, and liberals together as enemies in their straw man construct of the mindset of the "angry" voter. Does this in any way reflect reality? And of course the paper uses the term immigrants without bothering to include the descriptive prequel illegal, implying that these "angry" voters want to stop immigration completely and send "all them fereigners" home.

Finally, do the Strib editorialistas really believe that terrorists are just another bogeyman in the right's fabricated lineup of villains? While such a belief might go a long way to explain some of their prior opinions, it is disheartening to think that the horrific realities of 9/11 would have so quickly faded from their collective memory.

UPDATE: Mitch Berg at Shot in the Dark rolls up a newspaper and whacks this Strib editorial upside the head as well.






Honk If You've Got A Pair

Rick from SoCal e-mails to report a close contact of the most curious kind on the highway with talk radio host Hugh Hewitt:

I saw a pair of these on Hugh's El Camino last night. I'm wondering if they made there way back East yet?

One can only assume that Hugh's ride sports a 'I Brake for Cheetos' bumper sticker as well.






Tonight There's Gonna Be Trouble

I guess you could call me more optimistic than my cohort, the Elder, but I believe that tonight is the Minneapolis area's next best chance for a truly stupid and pointless sports fueled riot.

This weekend finds us with a Twins team that has been mercifully eliminated from post season play, a Vikings team that's on an improbable roll but enjoying an ill timed week off and it's way too early to start caring about the T'Wolves and the skating W's. So what's a rambunctious Minnesota sports fan to do? The choice is obvious as the 6-0 University of Minnesota Golden Gopher football squad hosts the hated Michigan Wolverines at the Metrodome tonight.

The way I see it, all signs point to a riot regardless of the outcome. If the Gophers escape with a victory, it will be the first time since 1986 that they will possess the Little Brown Jug. In fact, they have only beaten Michigan twice in my entire lifetime. That's quite a streak and, to add fuel to the fire, the game starts at 7:00 PM, which will allow all attendees to get good and liquored up before kickoff. That's reason enough for some mindless mayhem.

I also foresee the same result if the Gophers lose. In true Minnesota fashion, the loss will never be blamed on the local team's performance on the field. Instead, the setback will be pinned on the referees. It's inevitable that one of the officials will make a controversial call that, in every local fan's mind, will cost the Gophers the game. This, combined with the aforementioned liquoring up of the masses, will result in some exceptional ultra violence.

The upshot of all this is that if you find your car parked in the vicinity of 6th and Chicago in downtown Minneapolis at around 10:00 PM this evening, you had better be damn sure that your insurance is paid up.

UPDATE:
It's looks like the police are as wary of a disturbance tonight as I am. The following is an excerpt from a letter that the Minnesota Student Association and the Graduate and Professional Student Assembly sent to fellow University of Minnesota students:

The University of Minnesota Police Department is going to have extra officers on duty Friday night, and they're going to get help from the Hennepin County Sheriff's Department and other agencies.

They'll also have teams of people with video cameras, along with officers on some building rooftops to keep an eye on campus.


Drunken college students are not known for respecting authority. Let's hope they do tonight, or things could get mighty ugly mighty quickly.





Thursday, October 09, 2003
Rioting For Fun and Profit

All you riot fans out there will want to circle November 1st as the next chance a full blown, dumpster burning, car tipping, melee here in the North Star State. The University of Minnesota will be taking on Indiana in football and it's homecoming weekend for the Gophers. Rumors have it that a number of outside agitators will be in town (oh say from Folsom, CA for example) and that combined with the desire of students at the U to regain their reputation as the wildest rioters in the state, a claim recently brought into question by last weekend's riots at Mankato State:

Also, for some people it appeared to be a matter of pride to out-riot the April disruption at the University of Minnesota after the Gophers won the national hockey championship. The Mankato riot was "a copycat" for some, Peterson said. "It was them saying, 'Let's us do it and get our school on the map.' ,

sSould make for a combustible combination.

It also leads me to wonder what happened at St. Cloud State. I can recall back in '88, when I was attending the University of North Dakota, that SCSU students rioted for two days straight after police attempted to break up large parties. Have your students gotten soft? It's one thing to be outshone by the Gophers (you should be used to that in hockey) but letting the Mavericks grab the spotlight from you? Where's the school pride? Is everyone too busy attending diversity training and cultural sensitivity classes? What say you King?

All kidding aside I do feel a little guilty heaping abuse on the students at the heart of the recent riots. Yes what they're doing is stupid and destructive. It should not be tolerated and those that are found guilty of actively participating should be punished. The thing is that I know that if I had been in a similar situation when I was in college I probably would been right in the middle of the action. Why?

A. I would have been drunk

B. I (and my friends) had a proclivity for doing things that could be charitably described as absolutely moronic after having reached the advanced stages of inebriation. The rationalization, "Well, it sounded like a good idea at the time", was often heard the day after such ill advised activities. Someday I will relate the tale of the Ronald McDonald caper, which is a perfect example of such behavior from my university days. For now let's just say that a weekend road trip to Winnipeg ended up costing us a lot more than we expected. A lot more.

In fact there was one experience in my college days that was very close to riotous, and my behavior during it reinforces my opinion that I would have been one of the worst of the idiots.

It was a Friday night in Grand Forks and it was snowing. Which narrows the time of year down to a eight month window between October and May. I recall that it was warm but not too warm. The snow was sticky but not wet. It was a perfect storm for making snowballs.

A few friends and I were gathered in a dorm room drinking Windsor and Kool Aid. Not exactly a sophisticated cocktail but the best we could improvise given our meager resources. We lived in a four story dormitory, and the name perfectly reflected North Dakota sensibility, West Hall. There were two wings per floor, each of which shared a common area. The wings that divided the building also separated us into distinct groups. We often participated in sporting competitions against other wings (some authorized by the school some, like floor hockey on the wing, not) and rivalries had developed.

On this particular evening one of our wing mates burst into our room and announced that the rest of the wing was engaged in a snowball fight outside against another wing and our assistance was requested. We answered the bell and, after throwing on tuuks and gloves, we threw down with our comrades.

With our help the wing was able to make work of our rivals in short order. We were magnanimous in victory and the generous terms we offered convinced our former enemies to become our allies. Our combined forces then sought out other groups from our building who were outside and quickly dispatched them as well. We soon had a fairly large united force representing West Hall.

Today West Hall, tomorrow the World! Or at least the next dorm over. We surrounded the adjacent dormitory and called out its residents with a barrage of snowballs against the building. When they emerged and offered resistance we used our overwhelming firepower and experience to subdue them. Once defeated they too elected to come over to our side. Everybody likes a winner I guess.

This little exercise was repeated with the other two dormitories that made up our "quad" and our ranks were swollen with fresh troopers. We had conquered all before us. What was next?

Our attentions turned to the East, as has so often happened with those flush with victory in the past. We would traverse the small stream that ran through the campus. There would be no turning back now. It was all or nothing. We would cross the English Coulee.

From our initial appearance on the scene, my friends and I had assumed leadership roles in the throng but it wasn't until we were on the bridge that we realized the size of our following. Granted I had probably had a few too many Windsor-Kool Aids at that point and my memory is a bit hazy, but there must have been at least two hundred people in what was increasingly becoming a mob. It was both a bit frightening and exhilarating to be at the head of this unruly contingent. There is a certain power in crowds like this that you can almost physically feel. We felt that power.

Once across the Coulee we challenged, defeated, and then recruited students from another dorm. We were beginning to feel invincible at that point and were looking for new enemies. Suddenly a cry went up from the crowd, "Lets get the frats!". Capital idea that. At least it seemed so at the time. The mob now had a mission and we marched down University Avenue until we reached the houses on Fraternity Row.

The first frat house that fell under our assault offered little resistance and those few fraternity brothers who ventured outside were quickly forced to withdraw under a hail of snowballs. The neighboring house was dispatched in a similar manner. Then we struck gold with our next target.

Apparently the house was hosting some sort of formal affair, for it was full of members decked out in suits. As they spilled outside in their formal attire to defend the honor of their frat, they were cut down like chafe by a withering stream of compacted snow projectiles. It was a turkey shoot and the frat boys were none to happy to be the ones getting plucked.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), this proved to be the apex of the mob's power and it was the turning point of the evening. It wasn't the beginning of the end, but it was the end of the beginning. A few strong armed marksman in the group had found the range of the house's windows and were firing for effect. The effect was that they breaking. The fun and games were threatening to spin out of control. That's when we heard the sirens.

This is where the critical mass could have been reached and we would have been in riot country. Had the majority of the crowd stayed to confront the police, it could have been ugly. But our coalition went wobbly at this point as many dispersed to seek safer pursuits. Some of us hard core, dead enders refused to melt away quietly and decided that we would instead regroup and march north to do battle with yet another fraternity house. Along the way our ranks were further thinned as stragglers dropped off like sunshine patriots going home when the going got tough. By the time we reached our next battlefield we were probably down to only a quarter of our size at the height of our strength. But we would continue the fight. We knew nothing else.

The frat house we had chosen to attack happened to be having a party and so we were met with heavy resistance. Soon a pitched battle unfolded that seesawed back and forth across the snowy streets and yards. Then the police arrived. Six squads cars screamed onto the scene, scattering us like light infantryman sent reeling by a charge of the dragoons. It was every man for himself and we headed for the hills. Well, not the hills really. We were in North Dakota after all. But we did seek unconventional avenues of escape, knowing that the streets would be crawling with Grand Fork's finest.

Somehow I ended up with one of my friends and we pathetically slogged our way through snow drifts looking not unlike the Grand Armee retreating from Moscow. Soon we were crossing over the same English Coulee that had demarcated our earlier triumphs. This time there was two instead of two hundred. And we weren't on a bridge but on the barely frozen ice of the stream. Barely frozen enough so that we each fell through a number of times before reaching the other side.

We stumbled back to our dorm rooms. Wet, cold, and tired. It had been a wild ride but now the evening's battles were over and we had managed to elude the long arm of the law. We mixed up a couple of Windsor-Kool Aids and celebrated our success.

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Recall Jesse?

No, not that Jesse. This Jesse. Great idea James.






There's One Born Every Minute

From my Fraters-related inbox today:

From: gwenalcott@USA.com
To: gwenalcott@usa.com
Subject: enquiry
Date: October 9, 2003 12:42 AM

good day sales,

i browsed through your site and found some fascinating products in
your store on seeing them i had interest in them but i dont't know
what quailty they are of never the less i will like to purchase some
of your products so i want you to mail me the cost of shipping
international to lagos nigeria via UPS air express and i would be
paying with my credit card please i would also need your feedback
concerningmy enquiry. thanks


Attention Fraters members, looks like we got one on the hook here. Although we're really not selling anything, her references to our "fascinating products" and the fact that she's questioning their quality tells me that our friend Gwen is looking to get an unabridged, leather-bound copy of the complete JB Doubtless. I didn't realize fast food reviews, obscure celebrity look-a-like comparisons, and dancing on the graves of punk icons resonated so well with our Nigerian readers. But who am I to argue with overwhelming market demand?

Let's get cracking on this gentlemen. Elder, contact Hugh Hewitt, Mitch Berg and the estate of Joe Strummer for the inside flap testimonials. Atomizer, call your contacts at the Lagos, Nigeria UPS branch office and confirm those shipping charges. Me - I'll schedule a session at Glamour Shots for the Doubtless back cover picture. Doubtless, just start brushing up on your talking points. As your book rises to the top of the Nigerian best sellers lists, I imagine the requests for appearances on the various Nigerian chat shows and morning zoos will be overwhelming.

If we can act swiftly, I sense a fortune is to be made here. In our first shipment of books, I'm also planning to include a few samples of the "Deserve Victory" bumper sticker. There's got to be some kind of war going on over there, right? And I'm sure somebody deserves to win. (I mean besides us. Cha-ching!)






Don't Turn Around...

Shhhh....Be vewe vewe quiet. I'm hiding. Our company's United Way kommissars are after me. What? You don't know of the United Way kommissars? Consider yourself lucky. Vewe lucky.

The company that I work for has a United Way fundraising drive every fall and while participation is not mandatory, it is highly encouraged (wink wink, nudge nudge, Billy club pat Billy club pat). Employees are pushed and prodded to participate through a combination of guilt and peer pressure. Even if you don't want to contribute you still have to sign and turn in a form which probably goes in your permanent record. I have become a United Way refusenik and every year I wage a lonely battle against my well intentioned oppressors.

Now I don't have a big problem with the United Way. A few of the programs they support are questionable in my mind and they probably spend too much money on overhead but generally they do good work. Yesterday we had a speaker from a local non-profit that is funded by the United Way called Twin Cities RISE! (no it's not Mark Gisleson's newest revolutionary career services firm) and it sounds like an organization that deserves support. But if I want to donate to it I'll do it on my own time thank you very much.

For me charity begins and ends at home. It's part of the whole Chinese wall separation of work and personal life that I like to maintain. And I don't have a problem finding plenty of worthy charities to support. I'm not a philanthropist by any means although that could be an interesting gig

( I think I could be a philanthropist. a kick ass philanthropist! I would have all this money, and people would love me. Then they would come to me.. and beg! And if I felt like it, I would help them out. And then they would owe me big time! (Thinking to himself) .. First thing I'm gonna need is a driver.. ).

But I feel like I do okay with my charitable donations and I don't need the benevolent hand of my employer reaching into my paycheck every two weeks to do my alms giving for me.

Gotta go. They're getting closer. I can feel 'em. I need to hide. I wonder if I could get a bed built under my desk. Maybe a little drawer or two...





Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Memorandum

TO: Brain addled Yankee Fans

FROM: Baseball fans everywhere else

RE: Respect for the game

Is it really too much to ask that when the bawl is in play YOU KEEP YOWA FUGGIN' HANDS OFF IT ?!? It makes the game so much more enjoyable for the rest of us.

Thank you.






Take Ball. Leave Court. Go Home - Arnold won, and won large.

The Democrat party in California has been given a thrashing that could, perhaps, be a hint of the one the dems are going to get nationwide in a year.

The left of the media is not happy about it.

I didn't bother going through some of the foremost, and other, lefty media to survey opinion.

It was so refreshing to see Arnold doing something original for a Republican, like winning, instead of stealing the ideas of the left and still losing.






Hey, Is That Who I Think It Is?

So I'm flipping about the channels last night watching the election coverage and I spot a familiar looking gent on CNBC.

Is that Lileks? I say to myself.

He is apparently working under the stage name "Alan Murray", but it's def him.

Judge for yourself.

Murray vs.
Lileks.






Why Are You Still Hanging Around?

While out at lunch driving along in my automobile, I flipped on National Public Radio's 'Talk of the Nation' (or TOTN as us NPR aficionados like to call it) and they had a special guest on to discuss the ramifications of yesterday's California election results.

Arianna Huffington.

It must have been that solid .4% support in polls last week they led to NPR's decision to explore her vast expertise on the California electorate.

No word yet as to whether NPR will be discussing the 2004 presidential election results with Gus Hall the day after.






Hello Mr. Thompson! I think he's talking to you.

In an otherwise excellent post on lefty bloggers reaction to the results of yesterday's California recall election, Mitch Berg takes a not so veiled shot at one of our own with this nugget:

Atrios (once again - liberals, what is with the pretentious noms de plume?)

Prententious nom de plume? Liberal? Clearly he's calling Atomizer out.






Is It Too Early For Buyer's Remorse?

Regular e-mail correspondent and official Fraters legal representative in California, James Phillips on Ahnold's victory speech:

I am curious if anyone watching Arnold's victory speech had a similar reaction to me. What I call a "WTF?!" moment. Arnold thanks his wife, Maria Shriver (fine), then her parents (more Shrivers. Momentary cringe), and then the entire ............. Shriver..............family. All standing behind him on the stage. WTF? I actually paused and wondered - just for a moment - what have we done?

All day today I could not shake the image of Jesse Ventura going off the deep end after his election. I have no regrets, nor do I wish I had thrown my vote away by casting it for McClintock, but God I hope we did elect a fiscal conservative.







They Also Serve

They might have stiffed us on Iraq but let's not forget that our neighbor to the North has troops fighting and dying in Afghanistan:

Nearly 3,000 mourners packed the local arena today to honour the two Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan. Meanwhile, Canadian units, along with British and German forces, assisted Kabul police in arresting the man they think could be responsible early today.

Local residents and military personnel from nearby CFB Petawawa gathered to remember Sgt. Robert Short and Cpl. Robbie Beerenfenger, who were both stationed in Petawawa.

The men were killed when their jeep was destroyed by an anti-tank mine near Kabul last Thursday. Three other soldiers were injured.







Keep Mope Alive

Jesse Jackson was on CNN this evening praising the defeat of Proposition 54 in California and, when speaking of the recall vote, bemoaned the fact that thousands of voters had been "dislocated". He then went on to make some not so subtle references to possible legal challenges to the final results.

Now, I'm assuming that every Californian who voted for or against Prop. 54 also voted for or against the recall. Are we to believe that their ability to vote on the recall was somehow compromised immediately after they voted on Prop. 54?

Please, people. If we have to act impetuously, let's at least try to retain a shred of intellectual honesty. Oh, right...I was talking about Jesse Jackson.






Tuesday, October 07, 2003

They Report And Deride

Shortly after 10pm CST Minnesota Public Radio interrupted their regular broadcast (which happened to be the Canuckcentric show 'As It Happens') with the news that Gray Davis had been recalled and Ahnold elected as governor of Califoynya. Of course it couldn't be that simple as the MPR "news" broadcaster, his voice dripping with condescension, saw fit to attach the label "Republican action hero" before Schwarzenegger's name. Thank God they're not biased like that awful right wing talk radio.






So long as they know their place?

Should be blogger James Phillips drops an e-mail from Folsom, CA that highlights the real reason behind the pro-immigration feelings of Governor (at least for the next seven hours or so) Gray Davis:

Gov. Gray Davis, perched stiffly on a TV studio stool like a schoolboy in a spelling bee, recited his lines in a thin, reedy monotone.

Illegal immigrants are indispensable to California's economy, he began. But then he seemed to forget his audience.

"We need immigrants to pick our food and put it on our tables," he said as the audience --middle-class Latinos, primarily -- shifted uncomfortably. "We need immigrants to clean our hotels and office buildings and take care of the elderly."

And: "That work is important Whether people are janitors or maids or busboys or cooks, it's all part of the experience we enjoy when we're at a restaurant or a hotel."


Hey Jose, after you're done mowing my lawn how about whipping up a margarita and making me a burrito?

Si senor Davis.

Can you imagine the media firestorm if Ahnold or McClintock had made such incendiary statements?






Reason #537 to Dislike the French

The last time the city of Paris bestowed honorary citizenship on someone was 1971 and that someone was a guy who dabbled in painting by the name of Pablo Picasso.

Now they have named another.

Mumia Abu-Jamal.

World renowned artist and cop killer? Yup. Makes perfect sense in Paris I guess. Tell me why we should try to be more like Europeans again?

Courtesy of today's Dennis Prager radio show.






The only thing more effective is regular exercise.

There was an excellent commentary in yesterday's Star Tribune by John Olson on parents turning to "mother's little helper" to help control their kids:

The rise in child medication is inversely proportional to the drop in groundings with no TV, and directly proportional to the rise in kids who have never played kickball without a cheering section.

A couple of weeks ago I was picking up a prescription at a Walgreen's and the woman next to me, who was getting some meds (probably Focusyn) for her son (who was around seven or eight), loudly commented, "Let's get you home and get these drugs into you before I need to start taking some."

She was greeted with an awkward silence by all of us around her but the idea that she would think that it was an appropriate thing to say in public was quite disturbing.






Monday, October 06, 2003

The Bitch Is Back

Why does the world hate the United States of America? That is the burning question of our time.

It could be a result of our "imperialist foreign policy". Perhaps it's the fact that our values are fundamentally at odds with those of other nations. Maybe it's just that we're seen by many as a big bully on the world stage.

Common answers all, but they lack the pure insight of one Sir Reginald Dwight:

"Americans are always asking why the rest of the world hates them,... Well, the reason is Dennis Miller."

Now, I don't know about you, but very few things in this world could cause me to ponder going on a hatred fueled killing rampage more than hearing even one more note of Mr. John's "Candle In The Wind".





Act Like You've Been There Before?

Major League Baseball adopted their current eight team playoff system in 1995. That means that we've been living with the best of five divisional series to best of seven league championship series to best of seven World Series format for nearly ten years. Isn't it about time to put an end to these ridiculous post game celebrations after teams win the divisional series?

You win your division title after 162 games? Celebrate. Pop the champagne, pour beer over each other's head, dance around a bit. You earned it. You win your league championship series? Party. You have won something. The right to go to the World Series and your league's title.

But winning a best of five series that puts you in your league championship series? Sorry boys but it ain't all that.

There was a time when every playoff series in baseball was monumental and winning one was an achievement to celebrate. Those days are gone.

Consider that baseball's current playoff format is just one series less than the sixteen team, four round NHL and NBA playoffs. If the Minnesota Wild had behaved the same way as baseball teams do now, they would have been popping the bubbly and carrying on following their second round playoff series triumph over Vancouver that sent them to the conference finals. They did not. Why? Because they knew that they still hadn't won anything yet.

Note to the Red Sox and A's. It's great to celebrate your achievements. Just make sure that they are worth celebrating.






A Cautionary Note

Tomorrow I expect that Gray Davis will be recalled and Ahnold elected governor of California. It is probably the best possible outcome that could be expected. I wasn't a big supporter of the recall drive in the first place but once it was approved and the election was scheduled, it was obvious to me that Republicans could not afford to lose. And so I reluctantly became an Ahnold backer.

When he wins tomorrow I won't be jumping for joy or celebrating. I'll be satisfied that Davis is gone and Bustamonte is not in charge but I don't have much in the way of expectations when it comes to Ahnold. I'm sure he'll be a fine public relations Republican but I have my doubts about what kind of policy Republican he'll be. Since I don't live in California, having an attractive PR guy is probably a good thing and the Schwarzenegger administration will be tolerable. If I was a Golden Stater I'd be far more skeptical about the prospects of the Era of Ahnold.






A Fair & Balanced Reality Show?

It's hard to ignore the geopolitical implications in the latest rendition of the reality show Joe Millionaire (season premier October 20th). The concept behind Joe Millionaire is really quite simple. A group of fourteen women vie for the attentions of a bachelor whom they believe to be loaded with lucre. Each week he winnows the group down until only two of the fetching females are left. After he makes his last cut, the "winner" discovers that the man is actually not a prince but a pauper. Will she still want him?

This season the show has added a clever twist. The man is an American. From Texas. He's said to come from oil money. He's a cowboy. Sound familiar?

All of the women trying to woo him and his treasure are Europeans. From the commercials it appears that many are French. They also come off as greedy gold diggers not interested in a true relationship (one might call it an alliance) but rather merely chasing after the riches (commercial interests?). Hmmmm....

The premise is clearly set up for the plain speaking American cowboy to trick the sophisticated Euros and for us to gleefully watch as they discover that they've been had. One of the commercials even features the line:

"What's French for sucker?"

I don't know but you better believe I'll be tuning in to find out.

Did I mention that it will be broadcast on FOX?






Unrest in the Middle West

Is it too early to start calling it a quagmire?

People were swarming cars, throwing bottles, ripping landscaping fence up from around apartments, dragging dumpsters and lighting cars and trash afire.







Sunday, October 05, 2003

Too Many Broken Ladders

Cliche spewing ESPN commentator David Justice on the Twins, after they fell behind the Yankees 6-0 today:

"There aren't any quitters in that dugout."

A very disgruntled me, wasting my time watching the game on a beautiful fall day :

"There aren't any hitters either."






Braves Lose And Yankees Cruise

May God bless the Cubs for giving us a Braves-free NLCS.

And, may God have mercy on Luis Rivas' soul for helping to give us a Twins-free ALCS.






Saturday, October 04, 2003

The Faces

Do you read the LA Times? No!!!!

But James Phillips does. Well, he looks at the pictures anyway. And he sends along the following multimedia link regarding the California recall election.

To add to the entertainment value of the California Voters Guide you linked to earlier, the Los Angeles Times has a section entitled "Faces of the Recall" at their politics/recall page.

Click on the "Presented in Flash" and you will get photos of most of the candidates. Once you click on a photo, you get a soundbite from the candidates, including your favorite, Trek Thunder Kelly (and my favorite, Mary "Mary Carey" Cook).







Further Evidence That Life Imitates The Simpsons

From life:

A trained tiger attacked magician Roy Horn of the duo Siegfried & Roy during a performance, biting his neck and dragging him off stage just feet from the audience.

From the Simpsons episode entitled "$pringfield (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Legalized Gambling)":

Inside one of the casino showrooms, Gunter and Ernst demonstrate their talented albino tiger riding a unicycle. "A round of applause, please, for Anastasia. She loves show-business. So much nicer than the savagery of the jungle, ja?"

In a flashback, we see Anastasia sleeping peacefully in Africa. Behind her two men approach in a jeep. "Hey, tiger!" one of them calls out, "Wake up!" He shoots a tranquilizer dart into her, and she slumps over. The memory angers her sufficiently to attack her owners and tear them to shreds.


Surely, Matt Groening is a necromancer.





Too bad you didn't come dressed as a popular cartoon character

For those of you curious about what James Lileks will be up to this weekend.






I Know Your Body Talk

Quite a double header setting up today in the Twin Cities. The opening act is at noon, the Twins take on the Yankees in game 3 of the American League Division Series. Kyle Lohse on the hill for the local nine, attempting to send Roger Clemens into retirement and the hall of fame with a big, fat "L" slapped on his final effort.

Then at 6:00 PM the main event. The opportunity for all of us to see perhaps the beginning of a hall of fame broadcasting career. Or maybe an opportunity to witness another big fat "L" slapped on a deserving recipient. That's right, tonight on MSNBC, the premiere episode of Jesse Ventura's America.

Perhaps I'm being too hard on him, but I don't remember Edward R. Murrow ever uttering the following when promoting his broadcasts:

Ventura left the studios [Friday] about an hour after taping concluded and refused to discuss the show or his performance. "You don't eat where you go to the can. You know what I'm talking about?"

No, I don't. Could you maybe dumb it down for me?

Actually, I do know what he's talking about. But only because I, and all other Minnesotans, were subjected to his press conferences and public appearance during the course of his 4 years in office as Governor. MSNBC is trying to promote his show as something new and innovative for TV. But for Minnesotans, it looks like it's going to be a painfully familiar rerun, as evidenced by the comments of those in attendance at one of Jesse's many rehearsal broadcasts:

...he's probably one of the most thin-skinned people I've ever met," [Vince] Flynn said. "It's amazing that he's that smart, he's that athletic and he's so easily offended."

One woman who was part of the audience for two recent test shows said that Ventura wasn't interested in give-and-take exchanges and that he spent a considerable amount of time reminding people that he was once governor and a Navy SEAL.


That describes the tone and substance of every political debate Ventura engaged in, particularly toward the end of his term. Tax cuts? Education spending? Mass transit? Budget deficits? Didn't matter, it always ended with Ventura getting offended and reminding people he was once a Navy SEAL.

But it does appear that the learning curve of television executives is steeper than the Minnesota electorate. Even before his first broadcast, the president of MSNBC, Erik Sorenson, has come to a conclusion that it took many here years to realize:

"After a long, arduous process, we kind of looked at each other and said, 'What are we doing?' .... It's slightly embarrassing."

Speaking of which, the guests on tonight's program are Gray Davis and Ariana Huffington. Over-under on Ventura mentioning he was in the movie 'Predator' with Arnold Schwarzenegger: 45 seconds.

According to the Star Tribune, other highlights of tonight's show (which was taped on Friday) include:

...there were a few technical glitches in satellite transmissions during a segment with California Gov. Gray Davis but that Ventura handled the problem and was able to ad lib well. [Ventura spokesman John] Wodele predicted that the interview with Davis and Ventura's questioning about the California recall election will make news this weekend.

Is that a little teaser that perhaps Jesse is going to reveal Arnold grabbed his ass during the 'Running Man' shoot? Tune in at 6:00 (Central) and find out.





Friday, October 03, 2003

Rally 'Round Tha Family, With a Pocket Full of Shells

(Warning: This is a rather long post. Not quite into Den Beste territory but longer than usual. It also speaks to those politically inclined to the right, so if that doesn't sound like your cup of tea you might want to check back later for Atomizer's much anticipated post on making lunch, which completes his culinary trilogy. I find it quite bold that he opted for dinner in his second installment thus flaunting the conventional meal order paradigm.)

My recent trip to La Crosse demonstrated one thing quite clearly to me (other than the shoddy nature of their Oktoberfest). The 2004 election is going to be a dog fight.

Don't get me wrong. I am not as pessimistic as some who believe Bush will not be re-elected. Right now it's quite easy for the Democrats to snipe at Bush on various issues without having to offer specific alternatives. But when the rubber meets the road in the heat of the campaign, the Democratic candidate will have to answer this challenge:

Given that the leaders of your own party (Clinton, Gore, Albright, etc.) agreed that Saddam was developing WMD, that his regime was a threat to world peace, and that he was flaunting UN resolutions and...

Given that 9/11 demonstrated the horrific losses that a terrorist attack on the United States could incur and the willingness of our enemies to carry out such an attack and...

Given that France, Russia, and Germany would do all they could to obstruct us in our efforts to enforce the numerous UN resolutions on Iraq...

What would you have done?

Time after time the Democratic hopefuls spout platitudes about "involving the world community" or "working with our long time allies". Well how the hell would you have done that? Beg the Canadians to come on board? Give Jacques Chirac a diplomatic reach around so that the French would play nice with us? If our coalition wasn't broad enough for you, who else would you have included? And what would it have taken to get them on board, keeping in mind Ted Kennedy's apparent aversion to "bribes"?

While we're at it how about this one for the Dems to answer. What about Tony Blair? Is he a unilateralist cowboy as well? Did he lead his nation into war for purely political purposes? If you're so concerned about respecting the opinions of our allies, what about the British PM's view that the invasion of Iraq was necessary? Aren't the Brits our oldest and dearest allies?

The truth of the matter is that if Lieberman and possibly Gephardt were in charge they would have followed a course of action not all that different from Bush's. Of course they would have been supported by many of the same media outlets and politicians who opposed Bush from the outset (paging the Star Tribune editorial board). I'd add Clark to this group but he's already changed his position on the war so many times I can't even classify him anymore. Spinning and spinning.

The others wouldn't have acted until Saddam sent a nuke into Tel Aviv or Bin Laden turned up on Al Jazeera in Baghdad having tea with Saddam and sons. Even then Kucinich would have called for restraint and understanding (and promised bad hair pieces for all).

Until the Democrats can clearly and concretely answer the challenge of what they would have done differently I don't believe that the majority (however slim) of the American people will be willing to entrust one of them with our national security.

But that doesn't mean it isn't going to be another nail biter. The relentless attacks by Democrats and the media are starting to have their intended effect. This was personally demonstrated for me by a conversation I had with a very good friend of mine and his wife in La Crosse. They live in Green Bay and are what you could call typical Middle Americans. They have two kids, a house in the burbs, and they both work. They would consider themselves not politically active but informed. They vote in every election and follow current events. She's a social worker and tends to be a bit more liberal on issues like education and welfare while he's more conservative by nature especially on taxes and the role of government. As long as I've known him (at least seven years) he's voted Republican.

But now he's solidly anti-Bush. He believes the war in Iraq was a big mistake and we're needlessly losing lives and treasure for nothing. I tried to reason with him by explaining the justification for going into Iraq as part of the broader war while acknowledging that the Bush administration has not done a good job communicating this to the American people. I asked him who he was going to vote for if not Bush and I made some inroads here, since he couldn't really answer the question other than saying, "Maybe Clark". Hardly a ringing endorsement. At this point he's against Bush but for no one.

He also cited Newsweek as a source for many of the his feelings about Bush and Iraq and I couldn't help but sigh. Most people who read blogs are very media savvy and we tend to get our information from a variety of sources including the internet , newspapers, talk radio, television news, magazines, etc. But we should be aware that we're still the exception to the rule. Although the monopoly of network news, daily newspapers, and weekly news magazines has been broken those outlets are still the primary (and sometimes only) source of information for many, many Americans. A couple of years ago a woman who worked with my wife clipped the election endorsements made by the Star Tribune editorial board and brought it with her on election day so she would "know who to vote for". We can laugh at her naiveté all we want to but the reality is that the "mainstream" media still holds considerable sway over the opinions of many of our fellow Americans.

That is why we cannot "yield the field" when it comes to the media. I'm often asked why I bother to write letters to the editor or submit commentary pieces to the Star Tribune (or even subscribe to it). Because whether we like it or not, papers like the Strib influence opinion. There is a ongoing struggle for the media and we must engage the left on all the battlefields. If we just limit ourselves to talk radio, magazines like National Review, the Weekly Standard, etc., and the blogs and political web sites we agree with, we're going to lose because most people are receiving their information elsewhere. We might not be able to "win" on many of these battlefields (especially major newspapers and network news) but we've got to keep the pressure on each of them.

Which brings me to the 2004 election. The time for conservative triumphalism and celebration is over. 2002 was a great victory but it's now almost a year later. Just like those people driving around with their green Wellstone bumper stickers we need to get over it. The next challenge is here and it's going to be much more daunting than the last. If the last few days demonstrate nothing else, it should be clear that the left will do anything and everything to win in 2004. We need to be prepared for this and make a commitment now to stop that from happening.

What does that entail?

The whining about Bush from the right has to stop. Yes, he's hardly a dream conservative especially when it comes to domestic issues. And I don't have a problem with holding his feet to the fire from time to time to prod him rightward. But while we're busy throwing pebbles at the President from the right, the Democrats are launching cannon shot after cannon shot into him from the left. And they're starting to find their mark. It's time to put the pebbles down, pull out the heavy artillery, and direct our fire at the real targets.

Those on the right who like to think themselves clever by voting
Libertarian need to pull their heads out and face the new reality. This isn't 1992. I was pretty bummed that year when Bush lost to Clinton and was mildly annoyed that a few people I knew voted for Perot (yes, I know he wasn't a Libertarian). But life went on and the country didn't fall apart under Clinton. In 1996 I again was disappointed when Clinton was reelected but the fact that friends voted for the Libertarian candidate didn't bother me too much because Dole wasn't that close and I believed that nothing too terrible would come of four more years of Clinton. 2000 was a much more important election in my opinion (at the time and even more so in hindsight) and the idea of voting Libertarian rather than Bush seemed silly. But the Dems had their own issues with the Greens that year and so those from the right who went Libertarian didn't do too much damage (By the way that's what Libertarians are; the Greens of the right). And besides did it really matter that much who was president?

Fast forward three years and we all know we're living in a very different world. I am optimistic and have enough faith in America to believe that, in the long run, we will win the war no matter who is president. But the length of the war, the decisiveness of its resolution, and most importantly the losses that we will sustain from it will be dramatically influenced by who wins the White House in 2004. As I mentioned earlier, I would expect that of all the Democratic hopefuls Lieberman would be the best choice to successfully prosecute the war. But he ain't gonna be the nominee. And if you purist Libertarians out there decide that you must "vote your conscience" and someone like Howard Dean becomes president we're all going to be paying a very heavy price for your desire to feel good about your choice. And no this doesn't mean I'm questioning Dean's patriotism. I don't believe he wants bad things to happen to America. I simply believe that following his approach will lead to them occurring. The times are too serious and the stakes are too high to be playing games anymore. This isn't 1992.

The right needs to rally together. President Bush isn't just a good choice. He's your only choice.

The 2004 campaign is already underway. It's going to a long, grueling, nasty slugfest. We're not going to win just by showing up next November. It's time to join the fight, get in the trenches, strap on the gear, put on the foil, whatever analogy works for you go with it. Get serious, get involved, and get George W. Bush reelected in 2004.






McNabb Issue A Smokescreen For A Guilty Limbaugh

I am listening to Rush right now and I have to say he sounds guilty on the drug issue. Hes basically the opposite of the I Didnt Do It Boy: no denials of being hooked on drugs and purchasing them illegally. No counter accusations of this being a bunch of hooey. The only thing he said is that he will speak about this when I know what I am dealing with down there.

An idea: perhaps Rush created this little McNabb firestorm as a distraction from the drug story he knew was about to break. Rush is way too savvy to open a can of worms like even mentioning the word race on ESPN. So either he did something really stupid, and he aint stupid, or he did this for other reasons.

The more I listen to Rush the more plausible this explanation is. He is acting like the McNabb thing matters at this point. Hey Rush, it dont. You are being accused of illegally buying drugs, specifically Oxycontin--a drug that people have been holding up pharmacies at gunpoint for. The McNabb thing is over. You quit. Its done. What do you have to say about this drug business?

Also, is he afraid to return to Florida? Normally, he would be back at his palatial estate by now since he always says he is not a big fan of New York. Will he be arrested if he comes back?

For those of you who are sending Rush encouraging e-mails right now I am a little confused as to what you think you are supporting. We should be clear that buying illegal Oxycontins is as bad as buying any other illegal drugs and definitely worse than buying weed.

I love El Rushbo, but things do not look good for him and he needs to shut up about this McNabb distraction and tell us the truth about the drugs.






Step Back From The Ledge My Friend

Somebody buy Hindrocket at Power Line a drink and cheer him up. His funk appears to be getting worse and worse:

Turn out the lights, folks. The party's over. I'm back to where I was a few weeks ago: the only race worth watching is the Democratic primaries, because whoever they nominate is our next president.

Get a grip man. The 2004 election is going to be a struggle, no doubt about it (I'll have a post later with much more on this) but we don't need our troops, especially our best and brightest like Hindrocket, sitting around moping for thirteen months. Rejoin the fray. Take the field. It's not over. It's just getting started.






Another Thursday Night (yawn) Another Trivia Title

Under less than ideal conditions, the Twins game in the background and a bar manager seemingly unable to properly annunciate words with more than one syllable, the Fraters team once again cruised to victory at Keegan's Thursday pub trivia challenge. Well maybe cruised isn't the best way to describe it. We managed to correctly answer only seventeen of the twenty five questions posed (which still was enough for a comfortable margin of victory) but of the eight questions we missed five concerned the Emmy's. As Matthew LeCroy might say, "Who the foot watches the Emmy's?".

The three non-Emmy questions we whiffed on were:

What year did Peggy Sue go back to in the 1986 movie 'Peggy Sue Got Married'?

What classic rock song was featured in the opening scene of 'Bull Durham'?

How many albums must be sold for a record to be classified as "diamond"?

In lieu of free drink tickets our prize for finishing first was a Boddingtons glass for each of us. The glasses are quite nice but the joy of victory was tarnished a bit when we realized that they were free promotional items that the pub didn't have to pay for. It's not quite as sweet unless you know you're taking something out of Terry's hide (or his wallet) when you win.

The evening was also notable for the absence of Atomizer on the squad. Apparently the television at Keegan's wasn't big enough for him (you really need to get over your whole size hang-up Atomizer) and so he went to a sports bar to watch the Twins game leaving his teammates in the lurch. I guess there's just no team in Atomizer. Sorry, I guess I'll have to pull out another sports cliche that fits. Is Joe Morgan available?

Luckily Saint Paul was able to make a last minute roster substitution and his friend Mike was available to fill the gap. His presense proved critical to our success when he nailed Tyne Daly (please let me never type those three words together again) as the correct response to a question on the winner of the best supporting actress in a drama. Who knew he was such a big 'Judging Amy' fan? I guess you learn a lot about a guy when you play trivia with him.

And truth be told we probably didn't miss Atomizer that much. Yes, he might have gotten the 'Bull Durham' question and could have possibly helped with some of the Emmy related queries (he never misses an episode of 'Will and Grace') but the one question of the evening that was really in his wheelhouse (thanks Joe),

What group did Spin magazine say was the Elvis of punk rock?

also happened to fall right into JB's area of critical expertise. It appears that we might have a little controversy brewing. By not suiting up last night Atomizer may just become the Wally Pip of trivia.

For the curious among you it was 1960, 'Rock Around The Clock', and 10 million.

Oh, the Elvis of punk rock? JB's all time fav of course, the Sex Pistols.






Can't Sleep. Clown'll Eat Me. Can't Sleep. Clown'll Eat Me...

Waking up at 3:30am, fighting to go back to sleep for an hour without success, and finally throwing in the towel at 4:30am and getting up is such a lovely way to start the day. I can't wait to see what lies ahead. Other than complete exhaustion around 4pm that is.






Thursday, October 02, 2003

Did Someone Say Trivia?

Yesterday, on his show Hugh Hewitt was discussing Jonathan Chait's comments about him and some of our fellow bloggers. Chait had referred to them as "drooling right wingers," and "incoherent right-wing knuckle draggers."

Hugh found Chait's comments quite silly in light of the obvious intellectual prowess of the group that Chait was defaming and ventured that he would challenge a team of left leaning media types to go up against him, Michael Medved , Dennis Prager, and Professor David Allen White (noted Shakespeare and classical music expert) in a game of Jeopardy anytime. After Generalissimo Duane pointed out a few areas of weakness, Hugh expanded the team to include Duane (for his knowledge of rock music and NASCAR) and the master of all things trivial James Lileks.

And indeed it would be a formidable squad to go up against. However, I very much doubt if anyone from the left will emerge to accept the challenge. I just don't see Chait, Jim Hightower, Al Franken, Paul Krugman, and Michael Moore agreeing to be publicly exposed by "drooling right wingers". It would be a dream match up but it ain't gonna happen.

So instead I propose the following alternative. The next time the three talk radio giants are in Minnesota (probably at the '04 State Fair) we have a little intramural competition. What is Jeopardy really after all, but glorified trivia? And who is better at trivia than the gang here at Fraters? (Sound of crickets chirping)

Of course if we're going to take on Hugh's high powered team we're going to need a little help. Say a couple of the gents from Power Line perhaps? And Mitch Berg from Shot In The Dark of course. King from the SCSU Scholars would be a nice fit too. We could round out our squad with our Latin consultant, Brad Jones from Infinite Monkeys as well as Spitbull's Warrior Monk to strengthen us in the arts. Now we're talking about some real competition.

It could be billed as Hewitt's media all stars vs. the Northern Alliance et al. Lileks is a member of the Northern Alliance technically speaking, but he seems to have sold his soul and surrendered his independence to Hugh in exchange for forty segments of air time. He's crossed over and is now one of "them". Anyway as long as there aren't too many questions on Hummel Figures, we'll do just fine without him.

We'll be at Keegan's Irish Pub for trivia once again tonight warming up. By the way from November 7th to 11th, Terry Keegan, publican of Keegan's, is having a Salute to the Military Weekend. To show his appreciation for their service, Terry, himself a veteran jarhead, is offering a free drink to all active duty members of the military and veterans who stop by the pub. Knowing how much Terry hates to give away anything for free (and boy do we know), this is quite a magnanimous gesture on his part. Does my one year of college ROTC count?






The Harmless Fuzzball...Etc.

So I tune in Rush today to hear him explain why he quit ESPN...and he's on vacation? What a wuss. Come on Rush, your fans were expecting you to explain yourself and you go on "vacation"? I've been a Rush listener since '88 and I've never known him to be weak. Until now.
It's possible he would have been on vacation anyway, but he needed to speak to his people...and he didn't.

Sean Hannity is overdriving his headlights. To wit: he's guest starring on tonight's new ABC drama Threat Matrix, as himself. The guy is a capable if extrordinarily dull talk show host. He has that WASPy, golf and Dockers, aren't-those-liberals-crazy thing going which makes conservatives look like a pack of suburban, white bread doofuses. He can't hold a candle to Prager or Medved and he would never hold up going mano-a-cheeto against Hugh.

Here's the plot:

"Dr. Germ"
Germ warfare becomes personal when Kilmer risks exposure to an extremely deadly gas in order to stop a widespread catastrophe. Sean Hannity guest stars as himself.


What is amazing is how the producers of a show will let damn near anyone appear if they think they'll bring some "numbers". (I won't accuse the Elder of this behavior with his linking). Basically any dork who has any kind of national following at all could live out his life-long dream of appearing in a prime time TV show.

I'm listening to Medved right now and he is being very gracious in his praise of Rush. Like Hugh, he freely acknowledges that Rush is the reason talk radio is where it is and he is defending the good name of the best broadcaster we'll probably ever hear...even if El Rushbo did wuss out today.

He's also discussing the National Inquirer story about how Rush is addicted to pain pills, soon to be breaking news. As Drudge would say, developing...






Freedom of Speech = Freedom From Criticism?

Jonah Goldberg demolishes the "free speech" fallacy so often spouted by lefties these days:

So let me just get this out of the way as quickly as possible. Criticizing someone else's criticism--- even when a government official does it--- isn't an assault on free speech. It is free speech. And leadership does not require saying 'thank you sir may I have another' every time some yutz takes an unfair swipe at you. If giving as good as you get intimidates people from speaking their mind, maybe that's a good thing, because it most likely means those people haven't thought through their positions well enough to offer an opinion worth listening to. If that makes you sad, if that makes you want your boo-boo-kitty and a cookie from your mommy, that's fine. But spare me the prattle about how dissenters are being intimidated. Either offer some facts or stop your whining.





The Beat Goes On

Is there anyone in America, other than naive Red Sox fans (and maybe some family members in Korea), who didn't know that reliever Byung-Hyun Kim was going to end up costing the Red Sox the game the moment he stepped on the mound last night? Although Kim didn't technically lose the game he did blow a 4-3 lead in the ninth inning by walking one and beaning another, which lead to the A's tying the score and eventually winning the game in the 12th.

I don't know much Korean but I'm pretty sure that Byung-Hyun Kim translates roughly as "he who chokes". If his Diamondback teammates had not rallied and won games six and seven in the 2001 World Series, Kim would be known as the Bill Buckner of Arizona, after he blew saves against the Yanks in games four and five.

The Red Sox already have history (1918 was a long long time ago) against them. Do they really need to court any more bad karma by counting on Kim?






The Spirit of Radio

John Fund has an excellent piece at Opinion Journal on the key role that talk radio played in the California recall:

Californians spend more time stuck in their cars listening to conservative talk radio than sitting in easy chairs reading the state's uniformly liberal newspapers," says George Neumayr of The American Spectator. Regular listeners may total only 20% of the general public, but they vote and discuss politics with their friends far more often than most people.

My only quibble with Fund's analysis would be his glaring omission of the contribution to the recall effort by the L.H.C.O.T.B., Hugh Hewitt who's been all over it from the get go.






A Truth Disagreed Upon

The Official Voter Information Guide for the upcoming California recall election has been published by the California Secretary of State's office and they've made if available via the Internet in a PDF version.

It's a fascinating document, one which distant future historians may be using as an example of the state of our democracy during this unique period of history. (Its historical significance of course depends on the assumption that these recall elections don't become an annual event).

But surprisingly, this document may prove to future generations that the state of Californian democracy was reasonably healthy. I say I'm surprised since the impression given by the national media (with the exception of Hugh Hewitt) is that the California recall election is nothing more than a farce, created by unserious people for unserious reasons.

Contradicting this impression is the content and format of this Voter's Guide. Yes, it still has the freak show component, with a listing of the 135 certified candidate for Governor (including the candidates self written profiles). But it also includes a discussion of the issues surrounding the recall, which is as close to unbiased as one can hope for.

The key to the success of this presentation is the format. Instead of assigning an individual, official, and supposedly impartial voice to summarize the issues for the voters, the Guide turns over this characterization to the interested parties themselves. Concise, alternating, point-counterpoint arguments are presented from both those who organized the recall effort and from the Governor's office. By letting each side make their own case without a middle man filtering it through his own essential biases, something close to neutrality is achieved.

It's a long document which, in reality, most California residents won't bother to read. But what history may appreciate is the effort made. The government expending considerable resources in an attempt give the citizenry complete, impartial information on the most important issue of the day. And for that they get an official Fraters Libertas grudging nod of respect.

But this post wouldn't be complete without a few excerpts from the freak show of the candidate roster. A few of my favorite candidates:

Brooke Adams (independent) - she gets my enthusiastic endorsement, if only because she was a 4 year letter winner for cheerleading and the homecoming queen at Huntington Beach High School. Critics may claim her entire campaign is a thinly veiled publicity vehicle for her broadcasting career. But since cynicism like that has no place in modern election coverage journalism, I suspect those critics will be shouted down directly.

Darrin H. Scheidle (Democrat) - a candidate claiming our own Jesse Ventura as a model. Therefore, if naive, thin-skinned egocentrism is your idea of good governance, this might be your guy. His slogan:

Minnesota did it - now it's your turn, California!

Minnesota did what - made an awful mistake? Played games with their votes and ended up with a surly, bald, vindictive entertainer in the governor's mansion (and a 5 billion dollar budget deficit)?

Kurt E. "Tachikaze" Rightmyer (independent) - another man who seems to want to follow in the steps of Ventura. And with a platform that starts like this, he has to be good:

"As the leading middleweight of the 2003 California State Sumo Series ..."

Fill in whatever you like after that sentence fragment, it doesn't make any difference. I don't know Japanese, but with an intro like that I'm sure "tachikaze" doesn't mean "instant credibility."

Bill Prady (Democrat)- a former executive producer of both 'Caroline in the City' and 'Dharma and Greg.' A man who apparently believes that what California needs to pull itself out of its economic problems is a strong dose of insipid dialog, cartoonish sentimentality, and a laugh track.

Joel Britton (independent, or so he claims). His candidate's statement:

"I have actively opposed US military interventions against the peoples of Vietnam, Cuba, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, and North Korea. I have backed efforts to unite working people to fight for Jobs for All! Cut the work week with no cut in pay! Raise the minimum wage! Stop INS raids and deportations! Defend women's access to abortion! Stop Washington's economic war with Cuba! I'm for a workers' and farmers' government, which will abolish capitalism in the U.S. and joint the worldwide struggle for socialism."

In this era of the philosophical blending of the two political parties, it's good to see someone besides Howard Dean standing up for the traditional values of the Democratic party.

Trek Thunder Kelly (independent) - his candidate statement is either a prediction for three more years of the Gray Davis Administration, or perhaps the plot for the next Schwarzenegger movie:

"Dear Voters, Please vote for me, thus breaking the Seventh Seal and incurring Armageddon."

(Voter's Guide sent from proxy blogger extraordinaire, James Phillips.)






Wednesday, October 01, 2003

When They Do The Double Dutch, That's Them Dancing

Just after the Cubs/Braves game ended on ESPN tonight, ESPN2 viewers watching the beginning of the Red Sox/A's game were told that their game would continue on ESPN while 'The Deuce' switched to Jump Rope Championships. I thought they were kidding. They were not.

My money's on the Cincinnati Ropin' Rockets.





Live Free or Die Laughing (at them)

Thanks to David at Infinite Monkeys for providing this knee slapper:

A group of libertarians announced a project Wednesday to get 20,000 Americans to move to New Hampshire and work to transform it into a "free state" with fewer laws, smaller government and greater liberty.

The 5,000 members have already pledged to move to the selected state, Free State Project organizers said. They hope to increase their numbers to 20,000 within two years and start transforming the state into a national model of liberty.


When you libertarian children decide that you want to grow up and participate in politics with the adults let me know. Until then have fun at the kids table playing make believe.






The Bronx Massacre?

In New York City, "the Boss" ain't Springsteen. And the newspaper columnists ain't Nick Coleman and Laura Billings (smooch).

From the New York Post, writer George King engages in a little understated speculation on what might be the Yankees fate if they lose the American League Division Series to the Twins:

George Steinbrenner said getting the Yankees even is Torre's responsibility. "I am not a good loser and I am upset, but that's all right," The Boss said. "We will turn it around. Joe will have to do it."

But Torre can't field or hit, and if those two areas don't improve, the river of Pinstriped blood gushing from The Bronx corner of East 161st St. and River Ave. will carry several bodies with it.







Your (Re)Education Dollars at Work

The noble and wise King at St. Cloud State Scholars continues his series on Department of Human Relations course proposals. Be warned that reading this may lead you to emulate the acronym of the department.






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