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Saturday, January 31, 2004

The Afternoon Zoo

Listening to Dave Thompson on KSTP - just heard him wonder if the Republicans had the "balls" to stand up to the Deomcrats on domestic spending issues.

Wow. Was that the heralding of a new age of edgier, in-your-face Dave Thompson broadcasts? I hope so, as it certainly would spice up Saturday afternoon radio. But "balls" still might be a little too crass to use during this day part. Dave, in the future, let me suggest "stones" "seeds" or "venom sacks".





On Voiding Where Prohibited

Earlier this week Mitch Berg of Shot in the Dark fame saw the King and I. This will come as no surprise to those who know of MB?s passion for lavish Broadway musicals starring bald Siamese potentates.

However, in this case, ?the King and I? refers to King Banaian, the proprietor of the leading education-related blog in the state of Minnesota, and I (me, your's truly). The occasion was King?s testimony in front of the House Education Committee (in support of Governor Pawlenty?s initiative to establish social studies standards), and since he had some down time in St. Paul afterwards, the Northern Alliance residents of the Saintly City were happy to have a chance to meet with him at a local establishment.

It was a fine time and both gentlemen proved to be entertaining and provocative conversationalists. I left the 90 minute meeting with even more respect for the amalgamation of intellect brought together under the Northern Alliance banner. I also had the honor of participating in a kind of sartorial devolutionary line up. As we stood up and walked to the exit, I noticed King was wearing a bespoken suit, I was wearing Stillwater casual office slob chic attire, and Mitch was wearing sweat pants. I also noticed that height positively correlated with dressing down. Not sure what that says about Darwin or the ascent of man, but as I walked into the cold January St. Paul night, I had renewed faith for the theory of creationism.

Speaking of nature vs. nurture, during our conversation, King mentioned something about his affection for the city of St. Paul (specifically the neighborhoods around Summit Ave.), as compared to his disaffection for Minneapolis. This validated my opinion as well. But I?m an east metro boy since birth, and a disdain for Minneapolis is inherent to my genetic code. King, on the other hand, is not one of us. He?s from New England. Yet he still formed a disdain for the so-called City of the Lakes, based on pure intellect and logic alone. And he?s a Ph.D. in economics, so he has to be right.

A story out of Minneapolis this week punctuates our shared feeling toward that city. The Elder referenced it yesterday, and here?s the article from the Pioneer Press, entitled: ?Minneapolis: End Public Urination, Ads Urge.?

To curb the problem, the DMNA plans to spend $10,000 on a campaign to get bar-goers to use restrooms in the establishments they frequent. So far, they're in the early stages of the campaign and are considering putting the slogan, "Go before you go," on posters and coasters.

Only in Minneapolis. You would never see this in St. Paul. That?s not to say public urination doesn?t happen in St. Paul. It does, as evidenced by the alleys along West 7th before any Wild game. But you would never hear of a quasi-government agency in St. Paul buying ads encouraging ?Go Before You Go?. It?s naive, it?s silly, it?s a waste of money, it?s ... Minneapolis.

I suspect the writer of the Pioneer Press article, Gita Sitaramiah, isn?t a St. Paul native either, and may indeed be from Minneapolis. Her prose includes this nugget of moral relativism. It?s a reference to a witness report of some public urination in the warehouse district:

More troubling was that the men peeing around a garbage container were clearly not transients with nowhere to go, but guys with cash in their pockets out for a fun night on the town.

According to Ms. Sitaramiah, the sight of someone releasing their bodily wastes in plain sight is less troubling if they are transients. Interesting choice of words too, ?transients?. It?s defined by Merriam Webster as ?a person traveling about, usually in search of work?. Not bloody likely. Also the euphorian assumption that ?transients? have no choice but to use the public streets as their toilet is characteristically Minneapolitan.

This compassionate tolerance of homeless public urination by some sectors of society reinforces the argument for charging an admission fee to get in to the Winter Carnival Ice Palace. If this thing were in Minneapolis instead, and being administered by Nick Coleman?s and Gita Sitaramiah?s rules, parents all over the metro area would have to be answering the question: ?Daddy, why is the ice yellow at the bottom of the Palace??

Believe it or not, it could be worse. While Minneapolitans seem to feel public urination by the homeless should be tolerated as a part of their rich, bleeding heart?s burden, there are others in this world who whole-heartedly embrace the practice in itself.

Who are these filthy vulgarians you ask? You guessed it, the French! Searching the term ?public urination? in the Star Tribune archives (doing blog-related research lowers me to new depths every week), I came across this article from August 2000. It?s a review for a French travel book, including this charming insight into the Gallic soul:

Back in his adopted homeland of Provence, [Peter] Mayle can make even the French fondness for the act of public urination -- le pipi rustique -- seem charming.

Le pipi rustique, you say? Well, at least it sounds sophisticated.





Friday, January 30, 2004

Not That There's Anything Wrong With That...

Minneapolis-St. Paul is a fairly tolerant area, but I have to imagine that I wasn't the only local whose eyebrows were raised tonight when I heard Hugh describing how he had to enlist Generalissimo Duane's aid, "because he has such good hands", to get Hugh's zipper unstuck in the restroom of a McDonald's in Excelsior.





There He Is...

In case you missed my call to the Hugh Hewitt show tonight (and latest failed tryout for a regular position on the program-this time I blew my chance to be the Science Expert after earlier bombing my Sports Commentator and National Security Advisor auditions), it is official, James Lileks has won the competition and is the voters choice for best regular guest on Hugh's show. Congratulations James.

A bevy of wonderful prizes personally picked out by Hugh himself will be delivered to your home in a matter of days. Let's just hope you like the Time-Life music series and lifetime supply of Cheetos as much as Hugh does.





Because Really No One Cares

The Commissar at the Politburo Dikta offers his top ten rules for blogging. Some are spot on, others less so. Our own Saint Paul has covered this terrain quite superbly before, and one of his cardinal rules is also number one on this list:

1. Do not apologize for light blogging. "Hey guys, sorry for the light blogging, but I've gotta turn a few bolts here at the tractor factory, so I won't be blogging much for the next six hours."

Set aside the fact that such warnings are typically followed by a Gatling fury of rapid-fire posts. Comrade, I hate to be the one to tell you ... but we will survive. Really. With support of my family, I think I will be able to get by the next day or two without an update from "YourDailyNanoBlogPundit.com."


Courtesy of Joe at the evangelical outpost.





You Don't Have To Stay Home But You Can't Go Here

One benefit of the recent spate of morbidly cold weather here is that
this hasn't been as much of a problem.

(Courtesy of Jonathan at Mangled Cat.)





Like All Good Things, This Too Must Come To An End

It's over. The best regular guest on the Hugh Hewitt radio show has been chosen by your votes. And the winner is....

...to be announced tonight on Hugh's show. Check your local listings for times and channels.





Parish The Thought

Assuming that Hugh Hewitt has survived his sub-zero naked snowmobile adventure on Lake Minnetonka today, I think I have found a great city for his next stop. The residents of Parish, NY are presently digging out from under 6 feet of snow. Since Hugh seems to have a penchant for finding climatic extremes, I think it would be a perfect fit.





Thrown To The Lions At The Forum

Last night's Patriot Forum, with Hugh Hewitt was well worth the price of admission and the braving of subzero temps. Atomizer joined me and my wife at the event, which was held at the swanky Saint Paul Hotel.

There was a short cocktail hour, followed by dinner, and then the main event; Hugh's speech on the upcoming election. We were able to chat with Hugh before dinner and also had the great pleasure of reacquainting ourselves with the charming and vivacious Tordas, whom we had met last summer on The Patriot Cruise. She's a Norwegian spitfire full of vim and vinegar as well as a fair measure of Atomizer's gin. To regular listeners of Hugh's show she's probably best known for the stern command: "Jay Larson, get to verk!"

In typical Hugh fashion, he asked my wife the same question about Bartolo Colon that so flummoxed me a few months ago on the air. And I have to admit she answered it much better than I was able to. Of course that bar had been set pretty low.

Here's a shot of my wife, Hugh, Tordas, and Atomizer (caught in a rare moment holding a drink). I would have taken more pictures but the lighting in the room wasn't great, and I was more interested in pressing the flesh, then pressing the flash. (Groan)

We were fortunate enough to meet up with John (Hindrocket) and Scott (The Big Trunk) from Power Line fame. And yes Saint Paul, they did make eye contact with us.

Later we ran into DC from Brainstorming , another local blogger who weathered the elements to hear pearls of wisdom from the host with the most. Unfortunately, Ed from Captain's Quarters was not able to make the event. His evening's tale of woe has already been well documented.

But Ed needn't feel too bad. It's not as if he really missed anything. I mean it wasn't as if, just before he began his speech, Hugh graciously invited us and the Powerline crew to stand and be acknowledged by the two hundred or so people on hand with an ovation that Bobby Kennedy would have been proud to receive.

Sorry to twist the knife like that Ed, but it was an unexpected and generous gesture by Hugh, which once again demonstrated his commitment to building people up. Of course he followed this up by declaring open season on me and Atomizer, with his encouraging the crowd to "chase them down and beat them with sticks". Thankfully, the elegant surroundings were completely barren of sticks and the crowd, having just finished dinner, felt no desire to carry out a Fraters hunt at the time.

The speech itself was excellent and quite well received. Hugh's contention is that Republicans have the opportunity to affect a major and lasting political re-alignment (the likes of the 1932 election of FDR) if they are willing to play "big ball", and make the security of the United States the central issue of the campaign. If they play "small ball", Bush may still win, but the opportunity for a seismic shift will be missed.

In fact he's even writing a book on the subject called 'When You Win Big They...Wait. We weren't supposed to blog about that were we? Strike that last remark from your records please.

There was a brief question and answer session at the end of Hugh's speech. I was tempted to turn the tables on the veteran talk radio interrogator, and ask Hugh about his reaction to the discovery of the real reason that Chief Wahoo has that goofy smile on his face, but decided that in the interests of decorum it was probably not the most appropriate venue for that particular query.

Due to the bitterly cold conditions, the Hockey Commissar Hugh action figure was not able to attend the event. But he did enjoy the autographed (yes, that is Hugh's scrawl) t-shirt that we picked up at the affair.

Let's hope that Hugh and Duane manage to survive this afternoon's foolhardy snowmobile escapade on Lake Minnetonka, and are able to broadcast tonight's show from the Xcel Energy Center as planned. If not, at least we had last night. Thanks for the memories.





A Monkey on My Back

Yesterday, for one segment of one post, I decide to turn off the swiveling machine gun of random attacks and present a positive contribution to the debate on race with a limited defense of Al Sharpton - and THAT?S when I get called a racist in the press!?

To be fair, the accusation is only an implication, and the racism is the soft variety of low expectations, and the press in question is our friend Brad Jones at Infinite Monkeys (talk about low expectations). But it stings nevertheless, especially in his use of a quote by the much admired (by me) Thomas Sowell, to slam home his point:

"As a black man, I am offended when white people take the likes of Al Sharpton seriously -- or pretend to."

Out of context, I?m not sure what Sowell is referring to. The key words are ?taking seriously? and if by that he means as a candidate for President, then I?d accept his offense, as a black man (him, not me). But is my recognition of the fact that Sharpton may have something to add to the conversation (in the absence of any more legitimate voices) considered as ?taking him seriously?? If so, then color me guilty. Because for the Democrats purposes, I think Sharpton does add a needed perspective to their debates. Yes, it?s purely a political consideration on their part, pandering to one of their core constituencies. But until Brad Jones succeeds in getting all politics extracted from political campaigns, I?m not going to sweat the implications.

Would I feel differently if a Sharpton-esque character were being pandered to by the Republican party? Yes, I think I would. The Republicans have higher standards and a stronger commitment to principal. Being the standard-bearer for this party actually means something besides being the lowest common denominator of various special interest groups and societal victim lobbies. The Democrats are dysfunctional in so many other ways, why does the presence of Al Sharpton merit special attention? You could just as easily waste your energy asking why Howard Dean is given time in the debates. If I?m guilty of having low expectations, it's based on party affiliation, not race.

My man Brad (who was able to get through to Lileks last night, and provided his typically entertaining contributions to the show), also mentioned he wasn?t able to find John Derbyshire?s praise of Sharpton as a preacher. A lot of that took place in the Corner, but he also summarized it in this NRO article. I conclude with an excerpt:

..the thing that struck me after listening with attention to an hour of Al Sharpton was what a very good speaker he is. This remains true even if you mentally subtract out the preaching component. As a preacher, he is simply tremendous. Towards the end of that sermon he has got up a real head of steam and he soars off into the sky, chanting and alliterating with a fluency and passion that make the bristles stand up on the back of your neck. He is simply a terrific, terrific preacher. But even when just laying out a case, his oratory has an energy and conviction that is all too rare in our public discourse.





Chucking His Beer Into The Air

Beer spill shorts out Iron Maiden concert
Associated Press

Published January 26, 2004

NEW YORK -- Iron Maiden offered its sympathy to fans whose concert experience was ruined by a beer over the weekend. Iron Maiden manager Ron Smallwood said on the band's Web site ``some idiot'' on the mezzanine of their show in New York ``thought it was a good idea to chuck his beer into the air rather than down his throat.''

The beer landed below on the mixing board. It blew out several channels and kept the band from playing any encores. Smallwood said the band felt ``gutted'' about the incident and he thanked fans for being understanding. He added, ``And to the idiot who caused this, I do hope you learned a lesson.''






Thursday, January 29, 2004

Taken Away From Their Mother After Coming Into This World?

Not to be outdone, frequent contributor Lil' Scotty The Okie says he always thought that The Karate Kid and a certain star of stage and screen always bore a remarkable resemblance to one another.






Seems Like There's A Lot Of Guys Doing That Now

Fraters reader Todd A contributes this little ditty of a SAB:







What Might Have Been

With my man James Lileks substitute hosting for Hugh Hewitt today, I?m prepared to call in and help out, just in case his witty, literate, culture soaked repartee was falling on deaf ears with the existing audience. First segment had no calls at all, so I figured my assistance was necessary. An hour later I?m still getting nothing but busy signals. Although my points about Al Sharpton aren?t really that brilliant (they?re only moderately brilliant), my inability to get through has caused much irritation. I haven?t had this much phone related misery since my unsuccessful attempts back in high school to be the 100th caller at KDWB and get front row Ratt tickets at Met Center.

Redial. bzbzbz Redial. bzbzbz Redial. bzbzbz

I had the idea of live blogging my attempts to get through to the show and then realized I?m at home with a dial up, thus preventing any telephony related multi tasking. So the immediacy of this post (and my goodwill) has been sqandered and with it the possible Instapundit link. Hell, this isn't even good enough for a PunditFilter Link.

Damn you Ed from Chicago! Your Sharpton point is cliched and you sound hate-filled. You?re Brian Lambert?s wet dream of a conservative caller. Worse yet, you?re delaying my departure for the evening.

You see, I have MY OWN radio show to do tonight. I don?t want to go into specifics (my non-compete clause would kick in and once again the Elder would be garnishing my wages for 3 months). Let?s just say in order to hear it, you have to be blind or have REALLY solid connections with the influential visual handicap lobby at the legislature. One more thing, you have to have in interest in dressing well. Yes, that?s right, I do a show about ?men?s style? for people who can?t see. Talk about low expectations. I?m thinking about renaming the show ?Sighted Eyes for the Blind Guys? but I fear I may be blowing expectations far out of proportion to what these poor bastards deserve on the let down side. They hear that name and they might think I have the ability to describe what ?blue? looks like.

Redial. bzbzbz Redial. bzbzbz Redial. bzbzbz

Now Lileks is talking about zinc and sniffing glue with Generlisimo. Don?t they know a member of the Northern Alliance is trying to get through! Clear the decks! Clear the decks!

One more try....

It?s over. I?ve done my best, but I guess my best wasn?t good enough. I wish you the best James - despite the fact you?re not going to be able to use THIS:

Al Sharpton is a shady character on a lot of accounts and his past history in the political (and judicial) realm is shameful. But .... (see, bloggers always have buts, typical talk radio callers never do; but maybe that?s for the best since there are no second acts in American talk show calls.) But, the issue comes down to the fact that there are no other prominent blacks willing to run for President. And no, Carol Mosely Braun doesn?t count. The black community is a very important constituency for the Democrats, and they rightfully feel some ownership over the nomination process. Sharpton is there to raise questions particular to the black community that Kerry, Dean, et al. won?t or can?t. The Democratic establishment?s acceptance of Sharpton on an equal footing with legitimate candidates is an acknowledgment of this fact. And in the grand scheme of things, I think it?s justified.

If a legitimate black candidate would have run as a Democrat (Jesse Jackson Sr. or Jr., Colin Powell, former Gov. Wilder of Virginia), Sharpton wouldn?t have run. Not because of some altruistic stepping aside gesture, instead because he?d know that the Democratic establishment would then have a preferable black representative (and racial conscience) to focus on.

Final point - Sharpton is a fool in politics, but he?s an excellent preacher (Derbyshire at NRO has written about this). Furthermore, he legitimately cares for the well being of his people. And for that alone, he gets my respect.

And that?s why Al Sharpton is taken seriously. James, I now leave you to George in Phoenix, who?s making the insightful point that Sharpton is stupid and the Democrats take him seriously because they?re stupid too.

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Stop The Madness

Okay folks the time for fun and games is over with. Let's all sober up and come to our senses shall we?

The John Eastman ride has been whimsical and refreshing up to this point. Although when you read lines like this from Mark Steyn you really have to wonder if the better man won that contest.

"This election is about the future of the country," he said. Howard Dean and John Kerry and Wes Clark also say it, but Edwards says it better: Dean says it angrily, and Kerry says it groggily, as if he's in danger of falling asleep midway through the sentiment, and Clark says it tetchily, usually in response as to why he's claiming he's always been against the war when in the Times of London last April he gave the full Monica to Bush and Blair for their tremendous military victory.

But the voters wanted Eastman and they got Eastman. Now with over 1000 votes cast, Eastman leads Lileks by two slender tallies for the top spot.

No offense to John Eastman, but when it comes to radio he's no James Lileks. Lileks is hosting Hugh's show tonight. Three hours. Solo. Well, technically he'll have Duane with him but unless he wants to turn the show into 'all NASCAR all the time', he won't go to that shallow well too often. Can you imagine three hours of John Eastman? Neither can I.

As someone who knows a thing or two about what can happen when people don't take their right to vote seriously (see Jesse Ventura, administration of), I'm asking our readers to pause for a moment and carefully consider what they're voting for before they click. Do the right thing. Vote for Lileks.





Pundits Gone Wild

I think we may have identified the next opponent for Al Franken in the new media celebrity boxing tour (seniors division). Joe Boolos emails in with an unsubstantiated account of CNN?s Bob Novak going Cassius Clay on some loudmouthed heckler in New Hampshire. Since Novak (allegedly) has the constitution to attack a man who was bigger than he was (and do it while facing him), and apparently the physical prowess to punch higher than his weight class, I suspect Franken would duck the match anyway.

This new phenomena of members of the media investing their egos, not only in the results of elections, but also in the conduct of them, is odd. How did we get to this place in society? Not sure about that, but I?m reminded of Sonny Corleone?s plea for sanity in the Godfather. After the old man got wacked and brother Michael was proposing a retaliatory killing spree of their own, Sonny exclaimed (with a hint of a laugh in his voice): ?You are taking this personally. Tom, this is business and this man is taking this very, very personally."

FYI - I?ve never heard of this referring blog before (blah3.com) so I can?t vouch for anything you may find there. But the Democratic Underground-level of prose in the comments section does once again validate our decision to not have a comments section. Some people just can't be trusted with a soap box.






I Suppose I'm Not Too Threatening, Presently....

My history of fighting consists of going after one of my fellow Boy Scouts with a tent spike when I was about 13. The little weasel brought a tent spike to a fist fight. I told him to drop it and fight fair. He did. Then I picked it up and said "Who's got the tent spike now, pal?". I think our scoutmaster put an end to it before any blood was shed, but it certainly amused the rest of the guys. See, I prefer to outthink my opponent rather than outfight him and it has carried me this far in life without getting popped in the jaw (trust me, there have been a few close calls) so I must be doing something right.

That being said, I am up to the Elder's challenge. I am prepared to go Al Franken crazy on any hecklers tonight at the Hugh Hewitt Patriot Forum. You have been warned....just wait until I start Nautilus.




Consider It Gotten

In the event that an aging Larouchite infiltrates tonight's Patriot Forum and starts heckling Hugh, Atomizer has promised to lay the smack down, Franken-style, on the elderly offender. No need to worry about your back Hugh.

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Bring Warm Dockers

Let's hope that Hugh packed his steamer trunk with lots of woolens.

Yesterday morning it was ten below. At noon it "warmed" to seven below. When I left work at around 6:30pm it was, once again, ten below.

This morning when I left to play hockey at 5:30am it was seventeen below. We're talking raw temps here, not wind chill factor. And while I realize that the idea of getting up early to play hockey at 6:00am when it's bitterly cold might sound crazy to some of you, I must point out that we were playing indoors (we're stupid but not that stupid).

But how do you explain the man I saw out for a jog on my way to the rink? It's 5:30am. Pitch dark. Seven-bleepin'-teen below zero and you decide that it's a nice time for a run? That's not physical fitness, that's freakin' psychosis. Running freaks.





Tell Laura I Love Her

The Twin Cities? own Newlyweds are at it again. A few days ago I publicized the thinly veiled overtures being sent from Laura Billings to her husband Nick Coleman in the pages of the Pioneer Press. As I mentioned then, it was kind of/sort of romantic, if embarrassingly unprofessional.

I further speculated that perhaps Nick Coleman would respond in kind, from the pages of the Star Tribune. But I didn?t believe such a cynical, hardened by the streets (of Crocus Hill), and just plain old newspaperman as he would do it. But, I was wrong. His most recent partisan political hack attack on Governor Pawlenty is entitled ?Forget the Politics, Plow the Snow? (imagine that, a liberal who believes his partisanship is entirely objective in nature). And when he?s not using his talent for understated, factual reporting by describing his morning commute, as ....

?...a nightmarish eternity of slush, dead stops and careening cars.?

and

...there was nothing natural about the mess that resulted. That kind of hell has to be man-made.

... he?s attempting to kiss up to his wife, Laura Billings. Perhaps he forgot to take the garbage out again or he left his teeth in her favorite coffee cup, but in the middle of his attempts to make us laugh and cry, we get this little melodrama:

Minnesotans don't think about whether they are DFLers or Republicans when they are driving on snow-covered roads. They think about when -- and if -- they'll get to see their families again. If you don't believe me, you should have ridden shotgun with me last Friday while I prayed for survival on a drive from St. Paul to Monticello

In his darkest hour (at least that morning, since his existence appears to be full of dark hours), Nick Coleman was thinking about this family. Which most prominently features his brand new wife I?m sure. And he?s sending that message to her in the plain sight of all the lucky Star Tribune readers. Everyone together now - ?awwww.?

He should have stopped right there. The quid pro quo for warm fuzzies has been fulfilled and you?d think we could all go back to our lives of nightmarish commutes to Monticello and weeping over the homeless not being allowed in the Ice Palace. But no, we?re treated to yet another insight into the home life of our favorite co-habitating, co-publishing, belicose Twin Citizens:

A stunned-looking man in the driver's seat was talking on a cell phone, probably telling someone he was lucky to be alive. I felt the same way: If I'd been two minutes earlier, he might have killed me. And if it had come to that, my survivors wouldn't care what party he belonged to. Only what insurance company.

In the event of his untimely demise, he claims all his wife will care about is the money? Now that?s cold. I don?t want to take this amateur psychologist thing too far, but is he revealing that he thinks his wife is a heartless gold digger? Does he think, maybe on a subconscious level, that she only married him for his status as a high-salaried, independently wealthy newspaper columnist?

I?m not sure about that one. But if true, it will be fascinating to see how Laura Billings works in a response to it in a column about how people from the suburbs shouldn?t shop on Grand Avenue. Stay tuned.





Wednesday, January 28, 2004

The Wolf Is At Ol' Joe's Door

Watching Joe Lieberman last night try to play up his "three way split for third", otherwise known as fifth place finish, I couldn't help but think of pathetic salesman Gil from The Simpsons.

We all know he's got no chance to close the deal. He knows he has no chance to close the deal. But yet he must go through the motions of the discomforting dance anyway. Say it's time to go Joe.





Don't Look Now But...

Heeeere's...Johnny. John Eastman is surging and is now within a few percentage points of James Lileks in the poll. If this contest has taught us anything it's to never count this mild mannered, cross dressing law professor out.





There Is Something Wrong With That

A certain line from my post on Al Franken, below, has brought out a new legion of heretofore unknown amateur humorists emailing me with punch lines. Instead of trying to pick out just one for recognition, I?ll present a composite joke, incorporating the common, yet still inspired, lunacy of them all:

Saint Paul - your brilliant post about Al Franken was typically, well brilliant. But it seems your prose did fall into redundancy one account:

?No doubt hanging out with Eric Alterman and Garrison Keilor would make Richard Simmons feel like a hard ass.?

According to reports, Richard Simmons pretty much feels like a hard ass no matter who he?s hanging out with. Not that there?s anything wrong with that.


Yes, our readers have now brought us down to the level of Richard Simmons gay jokes. What are the guys at Powerline going to think of this? I bet they don?t even make eye contact with us at the Hugh Hewitt function tomorrow night.





The Passion Of The Pundit

Joe Carter at the evangelical outpost looks at Salon looking at Hugh Hewitt's review of The Passion of The Christ.





Fighting Al Franken

The news yesterday of Al Franken physically attacking a counter demonstrator at a Howard Dean rally didn?t surprise me. Despite the fact he?s a little runt (or maybe because of this fact), he thinks of himself as a tough guy. That may seem shocking to you, but it's true. And I can see where his social circle might lead him to this conclusion. No doubt hanging out with Eric Alterman and Garrison Keilor would make Richard Simmons feel like a hard ass.

But not only does Franken believe himself to be a tough guy, he?s eager to brag about it. And occasionally he?s willing to prove it - but only with selected, weaker opponents. This, of course, is the clinical definition of a bully.

A few examples of his condition. First the big talk. Below is an excerpt from a PBS interview where he?s characterizing his infamous argument with Bill O?Reilly at some book fair this past summer. I saw the incident, twice on CSPAN, and it was a rout for O?Reilly. Franken was mindlessly blustering and flailing about so much that even co-panelist Molly Ivins had to distance herself from his performance. But then months after the incident, here?s what the little pugilist had to say about it:

And O'Reilly with me was like, it was like he's beating up kids on the playground, on this lawsuit, and then I come over and punch him in the nose and he "runs to the teacher and wants to sue, sue them. Sue them!"

Franken not only lies about the nature and result of his confrontation, he then projects his exact disposition (that is frenzied, whining bluster) onto O?Reilly. It?s like dealing with a 10 year old.

Then there are the highly selective instances where Al has chosen to act out on his ambitions to be a bruiser. A good example is his sneak attack at the Dean rally. The NY Post article initially described it as:

Al Franken yesterday body-slammed a demonstrator to the ground after the man tried to shout down Gov. Howard Dean.

But later on, Franken himself describes it as:

"I got down low and took his legs out," said Franken afterwards.

And then the Post re-characterizes it as:

Franken emerged from the crowd and charged one male protester, grabbing him with a bear hug from behind and slamming him onto the floor.

A bit of an incongruity there, either he bear hugged him or dropped down and took his legs out. But either way, it wasn?t a body slam - and either way it was from behind. So, Franken sneaked up on a guy and hit him with the wrestling equivalent of a sucker punch. Then relied on the crowd and police to break it up before retaliation could occur.

My guess is that Franken also picked out the weakest looking member of the protesting group on which to work out his Napoleonic complex. The reason I say this is because of the most infamous display of Frankensian machismo - his harassment of NRO?s Rich Lowry. If you don?t know the story, Franken was thinking of stunts to include in order to fill up his Lying Liars book. He then apparently saw Rich Lowry on CSPAN saying that Democrats have ?feminized? American politics (which is of course true, except for the contributions of Molly Ivins).

So Franken decided to call Lowry and challenge him to a fist fight. I guess Al?s typically shallow point was that anyone who would presume to condemn feminization should also be willing to resort to violence at the slightest provocation. Being a responsible journalist, of course Lowry demurred. But here?s how Franken characterized it:

Sizing Lowry up on TV, he seemed just a tad on the wimpy side, which had only been confirmed by his reaction: terrified. I was just a decent high school wrestler, but I was convinced I could take him down, then basically punch his ears till he called ?uncle.?

Even after Franken and Lowry had a rapprochement dinner, he felt the need to assert his dominance as follows:

But I?ll tell you this. I?ve seen Rich Lowry on television plenty of times since then, and I think he?s dropped the whole ?Democrats have feminized politics? thing. But, if he hasn?t, I?ll be glad to meet him any time in my parking garage.

The man is ridiculous. But that doesn?t get Lowry off the hook either. He may be appear to be and sound like he is a wimp (as Hugh Hewitt listeners can attest). But the one and only rule of conservative commentary is, when Al Franken challenges you to a fight, you fight Al Franken. Even in a humiliating loss to the guy, you at least get a few licks in and make the bully think twice about challenging you again.

Or challenging anyone else. Because I think Franken will keep up this nonsense until he gets his comeuppance. One of these days he?s going to challenge the wrong person and get his tail kicked. My best guess for the tail kicker in question - this guy.





Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Basic Blogging

Joe Bob Briggs is a newspaper columnist. His occasional contributions to National Review and columns like this one about Libya from UPI show he?s got the right stuff to coherently frame an argument and articulate analysis in an interesting manner. Granted, he?s no George Will or Michael Kinsley. But few are, and he?s got talent far beyond someone like Doug Grow or Nick Coleman.

But at his essence, I think the man is a blogger. Which is probably why he?s been run out of every respectable newsapepr he?s ever worked at. As evidence of his blogging heart, here?s his description of his early work at the now defunct Dallas Times-Herald:

"I was just attacking people at random, because that's what I thought satire was," he said. "You set up a machine gun on a swivel, and you hit this target, and the next target, and the next. And then one of them screams, and that's the way you identify the sacred cow and wipe it out.

"Whoever complained, I just wrote another column about them the next week. The feminists kept coming back for more and more, man. They would protest a column, so in the next column, I would challenge the president of NOW to a nude mud-wrestling match."


So that?s how this all ends - in a nude wrestling match. Is that why Laura Billings keeps ignoring my work?





Separated At Birth?

Man from Massachusetts with jowls large enough to hide a dead fetus, Ted Kennedy and...

woman from South Park with the fetus of a dead twin on her face, Nurse Gollum?

(Thanks to Barbara from Colorado for the tip off)





Speech is Free, Bad Management Ain?t

Researching more into the potential Ruminator Books subsidy by the city of St. Paul has yielded additional insight as to why all the usual anti-business suspects have chosen this private enterprise to rally around. In summary, it comes down to two issues.

First, Ruminator provides something lacking in the marketplace dominated Amazon, Borders, Barnes & Noble, etc. As best as I can surmise, that thing would be goods that the marketplace has rejected. The books they sell couldn?t be sold elsewhere, so they have to be sold here. (And be purchased by nobody, resulting in their current financial difficulties.) Since weeding out that which nobody wants to buy (in favor of that which people do want to buy) is the reason for the marketplace to exist in the first place, I?m not sure how that represents a flaw in the system. But it?s their logic, not mine, and I?m just trying to understand it.

Second, Ruminator provides a real choice in reading materials. Their inventory is not dictated by the control of corporations that make decisions based on some ideological (or economic) agenda. Instead the Ruminator is the champion of freedom of thought, speech, and expression. I?ll address this claim more directly in a moment.

But first, the press excerpt I think best illustrates the above mindset. It?s from the Madison (WI) Capitol Times (yes, the Ruminator?s problems are a concern in all the progressive communities). This is from last August and they?re quoting the Ruminator?s own Web site. I couldn?t verify these quotations, but I?m sure they?re correct. After all, it was in the newspaper.

... as the company's Web site states in the "about us" section: "We identify with a Midwestern small-scale independence. We like an idea that stands on its own better than one that has been processed to fit a market. We are suspicious of those who would limit curious minds, either in the courts or in the corporate boardrooms."

The Capitol Times then quotes Ruminator?s owner, Dave Unowsky:

"If independents disappear, there's going to be basically three organizations accounting for buying all the books in America," he told me. "Their buyers will make all the decisions about what we read. And they're not interested in bringing new ideas - right or left - to readers. They're stockholder-driven."

According to Onowsky, being stock-holder driven is a bad thing. Which makes his recent scheme for staying afloat all the more curious. As quoted directly from the Ruminator Web site:

Ruminator Books is becoming a community-owned bookstore, and we are now offering shares of common stock for public sale.

To be charitable, maybe Unowsky isn?t a hypocrite. Instead, maybe he?ll sell the stock and stay true to his ideals by telling the stock holders to go to hell if they ever have any suggestions about how to protect their investment. Might I suggest the slogan ?Give me your money and shut up!? for the sales campaign?

According to Unowsky?s quotes on the American Booksellers Association (ABA) Web site, this slogan may not be too far from the truth:

?People who are investing in us should realize that bookstores are not enormously profitable. People are not investing in us for a large return -- they believe in what we've done. They believe in what we've done for this community as an independent business. They believe in what we've done to preserve the First Amendment.?

Well Dave, there you go again. After scaring away any economically responsible investors with the truth, you wrap yourself in the flag and the First Amendment. Which brings us to the case of reader Bill Sweetman. After my initial Ruminator post on Saturday, he sent me this note which I think illustrates how far Unowsky?s commitment to free expression goes:

Can I add a personal experience? This happened about 14 years ago. I'm a journalist specializing in aviation and defense, and I'd just published (through local press Motorbooks) a book on the B-2 bomber. It was a controversial issue at the time and this was the only book out on the subject, and since I lived a few blocks from the Hungry Mind I thought I'd see if my local bookstore was interested in a local-author thing of some kind. Unowsky threw me out on my ear. "We don't carry books that glorify military hardware," he said, displaying his amazing ability to divine the contents of a book without reading it.

Now, it's Unowsky's bookstore and he has the right to carry or not carry any book he wants. But it has annoyed me more than somewhat over the years to read Unowsky (with Mary Anne Grossman doing the high-kicks and waving the pompoms) arguing that independent bookstores are necessary because otherwise the chains will be able to control what we read.

And should taxpayers subsidize a bookstore that deliberately limits access to certain points of view?


Furthering Bill?s rhetorical question, should the government be investing in any bookstore $1 million in debt, which the private sources of capital have abandoned based on it?s bleak financial future? If that?s not enough evidence to raise a ?hell no? in your throat, I leave you with this Unowsky quote from the ABA Web site, on why the Ruminator is losing money:

?As our business grew, I wasn't able to adapt my 1970s laid back management style to the growing store. As things changed, I wasn't always a tough enough manager."

Honey, where?s my checkbook?





Monday, January 26, 2004

A Governor Gone Mad

Today's letters to the editor section of the Minneapolis StarTribune contains this terrifying tale:

Thanks, Gov. Tim Pawlenty, for the enjoyable ride to work Monday. I couldn't tell the freeway from the side streets because of all the snow on the roads!

Mary C., Eagan


It's true. Governor Pawlenty is so mad with power that he has staged a coup on Mother Nature herself and he now enjoys unfettered dominion over the weather. I saw him myself, I did. He was perched upon the tallest tower of the Winter Carnival Ice Palace with a jewel encrusted wizard cap atop his head. His arms were raised towards the heavens as lightning bolts leapt from his black fingertips. "Snow!" he commanded. "Bring forth towering piles of ice crystals upon the streets of Eagan!"

And oh, how it snowed. Three, maybe four full inches by sunrise. And the residents of Eagan wept, but none so loudly as Mary. Her commute was ruined by the unseasonable January snowfall. She was completely caught by surprise despite the fact that word of the Governor's impending assault upon the contryside had leaked out early Sunday morning. Still, Mary wept.

Be still, my child, for I give to you this link. It is a link that will enlighten you. It is a link that may save your tears. It is a link that will apprise you of the Governor's next nefarious plan to ruin yet another balmy January morning with those cursed flakes of doom. It is your salvation, Mary. Use it wisely, but do...please...use it, or I'm afraid that the Governor, in his unending quest for power, will emerge forever victorious.





Driving License

License plate seen on a white Taurus station wagon during my commute this morning:

4N8TUR

True story - I initially read that as "fornicator". Noticing a pretty blonde at the wheel, I, of course, abandonned my route to work, swung in behind her, and and was prepared to follow her to the ends of the Earth. This was a once in a life time opportunity.

About 30 minutes later, as I approached the outskirts of Center City, my head cleared enough to read her plate again, and I realized it was saying "For Nature". Instead of an advertisement for her unquestioning embrace of sexual freedom, she was advertsing her unquestioning embrace of trees. Screeeeeech.

In the short run, bad news for me. But, in the long run maybe the best news possible. Since I do believe that leaves this personalized plate option wide open:

4NIC8OR

My tabs are up in August. Come Labor Day, in your neighborhood, when you hear the excited shout: "hey, the fornicator's back in town!" feel free to join me in responding "you got that right baby!"





On The Waterfront?

Can a guy sporting Dockers really be considered a 'Wild One'? (click on the link about the snowmobile rally-be sure to read the fine print at the bottom of the page)





And Palaces Made Of Ice Melt In The Earth Eventually

On Sunday the wife and I made a trek down to the Winter Carnival Ice Palace in St. Paul. It was an overcast, windy, and overall chilly day but that didn't stop the multitudes from coming out to see the attraction.

And quite the attraction it turned out to be.




While you don't actually go inside the towers of the Palace themselves (huge insurance issues), you do get to wander around the Palace grounds and check out a number of fascinating displays. Including ice sculptures such as Lady Liberty . You also get a good look at the towers up close and personal.

The Ice Palace is located right across the street from the Xcel Energy Center, where the Minnesota Wild play, and the site of the 2004 NHL All Star Game. You can also see the St. Paul Cathedral, in the not so far distance.

Not surprisingly with all the ice and hockey atmosphere, it would have taken wild horses to keep Hockey Commisar Hugh away. And he did make an appearance. But Ralphie couldn't help but be Ralphie, and in short order his glasses were, once again, broken. But like his larger counterpart (none dare call him 'Mini Me'), he has an indomitable will and broken glasses or no broken glasses, he wanted to be on hand to see the NHL size skating rink.

The perimeter of the Ice Palace is surrounded by a wall of ice which brought to my mind images of Superman's Fortress of Solitude. Of course to the Nick Coleman's of the world, the wall represents nothing less than a cruel divide separating the haves (who can afford the $5 admission price) and the havenots (who obviously should probably be worried about more important things that seeing blocks of ice if they can't scrape $5 together).

To be be perfectly fair, I don't really see the appeal of the Ice Palace to the homeless. There is no booze, no food, and certainly no heating grates with warm air. While there is plenty of space available for discharging your bodily functions, I do believe that there may be structural integrity issues if the Ice Palace were to become an open ground for vagrants in need of a place to relieve themselves. Five dollars seems a very small price to pay.





Game On

Two guests left standing. Five days of grueling voting ahead. May the best man, or the one with the thing for ballroom gowns, win. It is on.





Sunday, January 25, 2004

Dennis Anyone?

In anticipation of his return to television, several news outlets have been giving comedian Dennis Miller?s comments increased attention. While reading this AP piece on the man, I was struck by the following statement (which reminded me of something that I read earlier this year on a ?deservedly obscure blog?):

"Nine-11 changed me," (Miller) said. "I'm shocked that it didn't change the whole country, frankly."

When he was a SNL regular, I was always under the impression that Miller?s political views resided on the left end of the spectrum. I can?t point to any specific comments of his that led me to this impression. I guess I just always assume that any given television or film personality is a leftie until their words or actions lend credence to the contrary. It appears that I may have been right in this case. It also appears that the events of 9/11 gave Dennis a reason to rethink his positions and, I think it?s safe to say, he is not alone in his transformation.

Reading on, we find that Miller also has a refreshingly candid opinion of his own qualifications as a commentator:

"I don't have credibility, I'm a comedian," he said. "I'm not Ed Murrow up on the roof in a London fog reporting on the blitz."

The man seems to know where he stands and he suffers no delusions about his own importance. I?m betting that we will never have to hear Miller whining about being taken out of context. I?m also betting that he?ll never stoop so low as to suggest that unnatural acts involving the Pope qualify as comedy.

Finally, we get to this gem that brilliantly sums up Miller?s philosophy:

"If two gay guys want to get married, I couldn't care less," he said. "It's their business. If some foreigner wants to blow their wedding up, I want my government to eliminate him."

Bravo!

Dennis Miller?s new CNBC show premieres tomorrow at 8 PM CT. I, for one, will be watching just to see the monkey:

Miller wanted a simian presence, believing a monkey occasionally scampering across the studio floor will keep both guests and viewers on their toes, he said.

Dr. Monkeystein, perhaps?





Do You Believe In Miracles?

Well John Eastman does. He has just knocked off the heavyweight Mark Steyn to advance to the the finals. It was a close race all the way to the finish, with Eastman besting Steyn by a mere 33 votes.

But in order to win the gold he will have to do more than just beat Finland. He will have to take out the formidable James Lileks, who advanced to the finals by virtue of his victory over Tarzana Joe (Joe should get some credit for capturing nearly 40% of the vote against a very popular foe).

Voting opens tomorrow and continues through Friday.





Watching The Watchers

So for whatever damn reason I'm listening to NPR's On The Media. They were discussing Dean Going Nuts and played Lilek's mix.

Only they referred to him as "James Lil-ick".

A simple mistake? Maybe. Or maybe it was done as a diss.

I'm going with the latter.




That's Entertainment (Again)

From the Star Tribune, a profile of new Liberal Radio Network flagship personality Katherine Lanpher:

As anyone knows who has listened to her Minnesota Public Radio show, "Midmorning," for the past 5 1/2 years, her laughs are nothing to be trifled with. There's the deep "HA HA HA" that bubbles up from her belly like lava from a volcano. Her "hee hee hee" comes straight from the throat, tight and tenor. She can cackle, she can guffaw -- she even giggles at times.

As MPR knows, nothing spells ratings magic like volcano blasting guffaws and tight, tenor cackles coming from the host. Especially when she's laughing at her own jokes.

Maybe it's because they don't have to worry about attracting listeners, but the folks at MPR reportedly loved her laugh. This from MPR VP of News Bill Buzenburg's press release on Lanpher's departure:

"She made compelling radio and was a fabulous host. We will miss her laugh, her energy, her hard work, her vast intelligence and her indomitable spirit."

According to reports, Buzenburg also misses his teenage acne, the time he had his wisdom teeth extracted without anesthesia, and that bout of scurvy he suffered while in the Navy.

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Polls Close

Since the Steyn-Eastman contest looks like it's going to go down to the wire, we have established a clear cut off time for voting. 8pm CST tonight. That is all.




That's Entertainment?

From today's Boston Globe:

Anti-Flag, whose Death of a Nation tour comes to Avalon tomorrow, has been following a mission of speaking out about politics since Sane formed the band with longtime friend and current drummer Pat Thetic in high school in 1994. Back then, they were riled up about the first Gulf War and found an outlet for their anger with fierce lyrics, furious guitars, and a punishing beat.

Fierce lyrics.

Fierce. Linebackers are fierce. Green Berets are fierce. A woman scorned is fierce. I prefer lyrics to be described in ways that would not fit any of the above like: sharp, witty or incisive. Fierce?

Furious guitars.

Furious.

The guitars are so pissed off that their teenage angst just spills out into the record. Yeah, I really want to hear what some snotty brat's guitars sound like because they are upset their parents are divorced.

A punishing beat.

Punishing.

"You've been a very bad listener. And now you will be punished. Take this. And this. And one of these."

Fierce, furious and punishing. I'll remind you that the review is saying that these are qualities you will enjoy in this (or any recording).

Well sign me up! Maybe the CD comes with some type of self-flaggelating implement to whip myself or something so I can REALLY enjoy myself.

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Report on Traffic Reports

Historians come in many stripes and varieties. Some study Presidents, some study war, some study revisionist, feminist interpretations of the Great Hormel Meatpackers Strike of 1982, and others, they study the history of traffic reports on Twin Cities AM Radio. Guess which ones read Fraters Libertas?

And we?re glad to have them. See below for reader Super Sonic Sean?s unabridged people?s history of commuting reportage in the Twin Cities:

Gridlock of Biblical Proportions? was funny once. Maybe a couple times. And when The Host comes up with certain ?words or phrases? that The Traffic Boy must use in his report, it?s a pretty sad shtick. That I know there is a shtick like that reveals that I am not yet a 100% adherent The Patriot in the 5:00 hour. What can I say? The chip implant didn?t work as well as planned. I flip over during commercials because their respective networks don?t break at the same time.

As I read the Star Diaper?s account of The Evil Neighbor dropping the farm report on Thursday (front page news, at that) I thought to myself ?now if they would only drop ?Traffic On The Eights!? I could be happy. Just how much traffic can one station give? Short of ?All Traffic All The Time? they have gotten close with that stupid ?Traffic On The Eights!? During Mike Max Sports at 8:38 at night, do we really need ?Traffic On The Eights!? And Christ, if you?re going to advertise ?Traffic On The Eights!? can?t you at least *have* a traffic report at :08, :18, :28, :38, :48, :58 past the hour?

The Once Mighty am1500 used to have Art Reeder doing traffic, the only man in the air in the Twin Cities during the morning/evening rush. It was a neat thing, instead of some guy telling you what he saw on a screen. After 9/11 and all the flights being grounded, they realized they could save the expense of airplane fuel, and no more Art Reeder. Which was disappointing, I liked hearing the reports, but it just wasn?t necessary. And we?re not getting any new information in the daily reports. Just as we know the Sun will rise in the morning in the East, we know that 394 Inbound will be clogged. More ridicule of John Kerry is better than a drab traffic report. Maybe Joe O?Brien would read FL and get a clue. HA HA HA, I crack myself up.

Personally, I do have alternate routes, and they work. And I don?t tell them to anyone, partially because I really don?t know my route until I?m making it. For me, it?s not so much as going out of my way as it is about continually moving in the direction I need to go. From Memorial Day weekend to Labor Day, Fridays are terrible for me to try to get home (Becker). Much of the world, it seems, needs to go through Rogers to get ?North?. Some go from Rogers to Elk River and north from there, others believe in going to Monticello/Becker/St. Cloud to hit the Brainerd Lakes area. Either way, I?m hosed. There?s only so many places to cross the river. So, if I feel I am making progress, I don?t care so much. I enjoy the drive, I enjoy the radio, so it?s not such a bad deal.

Well. Maybe you weren?t trolling for a comment, but you got one anyway. Be glad you didn?t bring up ?The Radio Garage Sale.?


?The Radio Garage Sale? is the name of Sean?s doctoral dissertation on the life of John Lundell. Which, according to sources, the University of Chicago Press has just optioned for publication. Expect to see this stocking stuffer gracing your local Barnes and Noble in time for Christmas 2005.





The Real Liberal World

She?s baaa..aack. Laura Billings has returned to her post as one the St. Paul Pioneer Press?s featured columnists.

It seems like only yesterday she was lecturing us from her perch on Grand Avenue about the benefits of living under the Taliban, compared to the horrors inflicted by a US-sponsored liberation. Believe it or not, that was over four long months ago. Back then the world didn?t even know Nick Coleman and Laura Billings were married. That bit of scandalous, incestuous info didn?t slip out until Nick left the Pioneer Press and, I would imagine, left the uncomfortable whispering and askance looks regarding the propriety of their in-house courtship and relationship. He's now making us laugh and cry from the pages of the crosstown rival Star Tribune.

But now Billings is back and as the billboard ads around town tell us, the lady?s cursed with 20/20 Insight. Since there?s no evidence of this ability in her previous portfolio (instead, she specialized in cliched, haughty hindsight), I guess past performance is not an indicator of future results. At least when it comes to advertising slogans.

But one thing we may be able to count on is some insight into the home life of our town?s own Newlyweds (relative to public exposure), Nick and Laura. I think if we pay close enough attention to reading between the lines, we?ll find out what happens when two cohabiting, commingling, bleeding heart, elitist, self-righteous columnists stop being polite and start getting real.

With her first column out of the box, Ms. Coleman-Billings doesn?t disappoint.

Because new parents rarely enter REM. sleep, we are often cautioned against operating machinery heavier than a Diaper Genie, attempting to balance our checkbooks or saying anything to our spouses that can't be taken back.

What's this - trouble in paradise? With that last line, it sounds like she?s trying to mend some fences with her spouse, over perhaps some intemperate words exchanged in the House of Coleman-Billings. If so, I suppose covertly apologizing and working out your marital relations in the pages of a major metropolitan daily newspaper is kind of romantic, if embarassingly unprofessional.

I wonder if Nick will respond in kind from his column. Maybe a line like: ?sometimes the only thing that can dry the tears of a man weeping for the homeless shut out of the Winter Carnival Ice Palace is the knowledge that his wife is sorry for yelling at him for leaving the toilet seat up again.? We?ll be monitoring his column for any coded love notes of this nature.

Also, regarding Billings? reference to ?we new parents.? How old is Nick Coleman, 50-years-old? 60? Its kind of creepy hearing him put in the context of some fresh-faced young father trying to cope with the responsibilities of new adulthood.

The Billings column included one more slice of insight into her home life, this time with a direct reference to her betrothed.

This practically mirrors my own Tuesday last week, in which I rose at 3 a.m. (and 4:40 a.m., and 5:52 a.m.,), made chili, rallied my kids in front of "The Lion King," and delivered my own tough-talking state of the union address (the highlight of which was telling my husband that he didn't need to wait for a permission slip to take out the trash).

Confirmation! Nick Coleman was yelled at by his wife, for being an insensitive slob. And again, it?s all broadcast in the pages of a newspaper with a Sunday circulation of 250,000 readers. The poor SOB - how emasculating for him. No wonder why he?s so antagonistic all the time. And it?s no wonder he seeks out vulnerable populations like the homeless to grandiosely defend. When he takes out the trash for them, I bet they, at least occasionally, show some gratitude.






Saturday, January 24, 2004

Observation

When it's ten degrees and you see a dude on a bicycle tooling about you pretty much say to yourself "I wonder how many dee-dubs that poor bastard has".






I Wouldn't Exactly Call It Joy, But Something Much Like It

When I went to the Strib page this morning and read that St. Paul Police had killed a convicted felon who had charged an officer, my first reaction was "YEAH!". Like the Wild! had just scored a goal.

My second reaction was "YEAH!". Like when Matt Johnson drops the mitts to square off with an opponent.

I wouldn't exactly say I felt joy, but I surely was not wringing my hands and asking "Why, why?". I tend to favor the police offing as many criminals as is necessary. No jail costs, no recidivism. If only that worthless bastard Rodriguez would have had the stones to charge a cop a few years back, Dru Sodjin might still be alive.

Shockingly, the Star Tribune accounts have yet to mention race as a factor.

At the northeast Minneapolis apartment building where Rodgers lived, John White described Rodgers as "a thoughtful brother who kept to himself."

I'm sure by tomorrow the "reverends" and the activists and their ilk will have whipped up a frenzy sufficient to warrant coverage in the paper. On those days I tend to throw the thing across the room in fury.

Today I will just enjoy the fact that a good thing happened yesterday in St. Paul.







City Flushes Residents? Money Down Toilet

Thank God Jay Benenav wasn?t serving on the St. Paul City Council in the 1920s. Otherwise my hard earned money confiscated in taxes would no doubt still be subsidizing ?The Buggy Whipinator? somewhere on Grand Avenue.

An exaggeration perhaps. But not too far from the truth given recent developments in St. Paul. A private business gets rejected by the marketplace because the public doesn?t want or doesn?t need what they?re peddling and Benanav?s immediate reaction - give them tax dollars and keep them around as a cultural institution. This is the state of events with the floundering Ruminator Books on Grand, hard by the Macalester campus. It?s in a short term bind because of some specific cash flow issues. As summarized by the Star Tribune:

A disclosure document says that if owner David Unowsky can't raise $500,000 by Jan. 31, the bookstore will be closed and its assets given to its landlord, Macalester College. However, if Unowsky can come up with $300,000, he can extend the deadline 90 days.

Due to shifting consumer preferences, in what they read or how they wish to buy books, long term prospects are even more bleak:

Under siege from major chains and online bookstores, Ruminator is more than $1 million in debt.

Not mentioned in this article, which is happy to present Unowsky as the helpless victim of the marauding chains and Internet retailers, is Unowsky?s disastrous investment in a Ruminator location at the woefully conceived Open Book literary center on Washington Ave.

In short, as a business, the Ruminator is a train wreck. Due to declining sales, bad business decisions, and bad management, the place is hemorrhaging red ink. The owner is suffering the consequences of not meeting consumer demand and the resources utilized for his enterprise will soon be redirected to more productive outlets. That?s how the market works, for the ultimate benefit of the many, right? Right!

But that?s not how the St. Paul City Council works. Instead of letting the choices of consumers channel existing Ruminator resources into more productive outlets, the city of St. Paul is planning on channeling additional resources from productive outlets (you, the taxpayer) into the sucking vortex of investment that is Ruminator.

City Council members on Wednesday, sitting as the Housing and Redevelopment Authority (HRA) are expected to discuss making at least a $50,000 loan to Ruminator .... details apparently are still being worked out, and the HRA could discuss a loan as high as $100,000, Council Member Jay Benanav said.

And it?s not just high risk loans being considered, they?re looking to hand some money over to Unowsky directly:

Benanav and [Councilman Pat] Harris also hope to tap a cultural grant worth at least $50,000 through the city's sales-tax revenue (STAR) program in the coming weeks.

Shameless redistribution of your income (St. Paul residents) to benefit a private business. All because the politicians control vast amounts of resources for discretionary spending and because they favor this particular business and they know they won?t be held accountable in their DFL safe seats. Benanav is so shameless, he?s not even bothering to make an economic argument for the subsidy:

Along with Council Member Pat Harris, who represents the area, Benanav has been drumming up support to save what he calls "a cultural landmark."

A cultural landmark, my ass. (Note - The previous sentence is intended to express my skepticism. It?s not an attempt to get a STAR grant for my rear end. Although, I do believe my keister has the same qualifications for a government handout as Ruminator Books.)

The Ruminator is a private business, not a cultural landmark. But the key fact for Benanav is that it?s also a private business with a history of supporting radical politics, hosting readings by Al Franken and Michael Moore, and attempting to sell (at full price) all the latest revisionist, feminist labor history interpretations of the Great Hormel Meatpackers Strike of 1982. (Are you starting to understand the reason why Ruminator doesn?t make any money?)

I have nothing against the Ruminator. It?s got an admirable record of success, managing to stay in business for 30 years. For most of that time it was called The Hungry Mind. (That name, by the way, Unowsky sold to a dot com back in the boom years, reportedly for six figures. I wonder what happened to that money?)

I?ve personally spent many a Saturday afternoon browsing its politics and economics sections. I?ve even purchased books there - hard cover books (as relayed in this Fraters post from last year). A voluntary exchange of goods for currency, it was a beautiful thing. And if that?s not enough to keep them afloat, then that?s too bad. For them, because I can get those same books on Amazon. And that location on Grand seems to be a great spot for a Chipolte anyway. The burrito carnitas - now that?s a cultural institution we can all get behind.





Friday, January 23, 2004

He's A Poet And He Don't Even Know It

Oh wait. He does know it. Regardless, check out the latest effort (revised version) from Tarzana Joe. The man deserves some votes for this one:

To cull the golden from the dross
Those sons of Fraters Libertas
Put the pundits to the test
And pitted guest against guest

Thus upon their blogging venue
They set up a tasty menu
So the world could make their choices
From this mix of savvy voices

Like a subtle sukiyaki
From Chemerinski to Kondracke
Rosette, White and climbing higher
Campbell, Bainbridge, Barnes and Dreier

And when the votes were finally frozen
Many were clicked but four were chosen
Regard the talkers who survive
From that, what can one derive?

Some will heed the obvious lesson
Others won't
Even bad poets have their fans
Even good politicians...don't.

Now what lessons can be found
In the semi-final round
Pick the greatest from the least man
How do you explain John Eastman?

Seeded 12th but in a bid
To be the second comeback kid
Well, it's good to know your jurisprudence
Better to have obedient students

Lots of them
Pots of them
Incriminating shots of them.

And what of Tarzana Joe
And his Minnesota foe?
Well, I'm tougher, trimmer, leaner
But my clock was never cleaner.

I'm just pleased to be among
This group of guests---of whom I've sung
The finest troop on any station
Built (or builded) in this nation

That's gilt (or gilded) by association.


Come on people. This has gotta be worth at least a few votes.




The Vermonster

This is in no way an attempt to influence the voting. I just happen think that this piece by Mark Steyn is hilarious:

Dean's other big mistake was his media relations. Unlike John McCain, he didn't flatter the press. Indeed, his parting shot in Iowa was to tell them to "get a life". Senator Harkin said Dean could take a few knocks because he's "a fire hydrant". And, like a fire hydrant, he's getting pissed on by every mangy old pooch who passes by. It's not just that Humpty Howard fell off the wall, but that nobody in the media likes him enough to help put him together again.

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Teenage Testimonial

Over the last year we've had a lot of fun at the expense of Hugh Hewitt, as well as taking our fair share of friendly slings and arrows from the talk radio host. Despite all the jocular sparring and name calling, we really do have a great deal of admiration and respect for Hugh and what he does.

This past Christmas I gave my eighteen year old nephew a copy of Hugh's book In, But Not Of : A Guide to Christian Ambition. My nephew is a senior in high school and, even though he's not a particularly religious kid, I figured that at least a couple of Hugh's suggestions for living a happy and successful life might connect with him.

I was very pleased to receive a thank you note from him last week which included these comments on the book:

That book was honestly an inspiration for me. It only took about two and a half days to read because I couldn't put it down. I'm forcing my sister to read it as well. I feel as though I have a different perspective on many things now, and I really appreciate it.

Coming from a teenager I'd say that's high praise indeed. This is a crazy thought, but perhaps Hugh might want to collect testimonials on his book such as this and post them on his web site in one place. Nah, too crazy. And it's not as if someone didn't already suggest this oh, about six months ago or anything.

It should be encouraging to Hugh to know that his beliefs and wisdom can play well with the younger demographic groups. Now, if he only would stop playing that tired bumper music on his show he might really have something.





An Upset In The Making?

John Eastman has pulled ahead, and is now in fact enjoying a comfortable lead over the top seeded Mark Steyn. Eastman supporters have been rallying around their man, including a number from Chapstick er... Chapman University where he teaches. One student enthusiastically explained Eastman's electrifying rock star like appeal, by describing him as "the man who brought Marbury v. Madison to life at Chapman". We understand that it was standing room only in the classroom that day.

We also have it good authority that Eastman is a size six.

Meanwhile, Abigail continues her one woman campaign to save Mark Steyn. Will it be enough to push the pithy pundit over the top? Only time and future revelations about John Eastman's passion for women's clothing will tell.





Definition Of The Day

"Culture is roughly anything we do and the monkeys don't."

-Lord Raglan





Cold Reality

Traffic reports on morning radio are pointless. The same major arteries are clogged every morning, the same delays, with slight variations in intensity, are present every single morning.. If your typical commute takes you through one of these hot spots, you don?t have a lot of other options. People often speak of taking ?alternate routes? but for the most part, these are myth. When traversing a large section of the metropolitan grid, there?s only one way to go that minimizes distance - and typically these are Interstates or major state highways. Alternate routes take you dozens of miles out of your way. Any time gained due to a lack of congestion is eaten up in increased distance traveled. Therefore, the time every radio station spends yammering on about the clot at the Fish Lake interchange or back ups on Yankee Doodle Road (no matter how creatively articulated) is a waste for everyone. The first morning program that realizes this and kills the concept to free up time for more debate on Howard Dean?s scream or to play another Eagles song will gain a competitive advantage in the marketplace.

Although I?ve had some bad commutes in my life (the worst being 6 months of a Minnetonka to Stillwater run), right now it?s a breeze. Saint Paul to Stillwater, which in its entirety is contrary to the surge of the marketplace?s overwhelming preference of where to live vs. where to work. It?s so easy that many observers have spotted me jack knifing with laughter as I approach the entrance ramps on I-94 and mouthing the word ?sucker? to the poor slobs heading into town. Perhaps this is why my dismissive attitude toward traffic reports has increased of late.

This attitude now even extends to weather related difficulties. This morning it was snowing at a pretty good clip, with about half an inch down already, another 1 - 3 to come. Beautiful as it was, the laws of physics dictate there would be slippery, unstable conditions for automobile tires. The traffic reports included references to this and the resulting increase in traffic tie ups. Yet I still laughed it off and continued on my merry way as I do every morning - with the hammer down. The nervous Nellies going 45 MPH in the left hand lane were objects of my ridicule. And then my ire in their delaying my arrival at work and the productive adventure in business that awaited. After maneuvering around and blowing by dozens of them with a caustic grin, I began to feel bulletproof and self satisfied at my superior road condition assessment skills and driving execution. Then up ahead of me, at the confluence of two Interstate highways, my attitude was given a stern correction.

There in the left hand lane a Toyota Camry. At a dead stop. Facing the wrong direction.

Good morning Minnesota! After the heart racing, white knuckle gripping lane change out of harm?s way, my first thought was ?now that?s something that could really ruin your day.? Realizing I didn?t need a ruined day today, I corrected my driving habits accordingly and joined the cattle train of nervous Nellies in the right hand lane going 40 MPH.

But the thing about driving conditions like this is that even playing by the rules doesn?t necessarily get you home safely. Twice during the rest of my commute, my car did that little lateral shudder, indicating it was considering a fishtailing spasm of chaos. A spasm I?m familiar with. About 10 years ago on Old Hwy 8 in New Brighton, under similar weather conditions, I did a perfect 360 degree spin while going about 40 MPH. It was terrible and amazing and maybe a miracle, since after pushing my heart back down from my throat, I proceeded down the highway without a scratch on me or my vehicle. (Note to the Vatican - if you?re ever considering me for proper sainthood, feel free to use this as one of my confirmed miracles. The other one has to do with getting JB Doubtless a job. See his personal diary for confirmation.)

The moral of the story: slow down. The broader lesson learned: don?t drive anywhere near me when it?s snowing. I?m leaving work today at 5 PM. You?ve all been warned.





Thursday, January 22, 2004

All Hail the King

Noted economics scholar and first rank Northern Alliance blogger King Banaian is in the forefront of providing professional academic support for Governor Pawlenty?s efforts to improve the history and social studies curriculum in Minnesota high schools. Pawlenty?s initiative to establish reasonable academic standards in these fields is an important step in wresting control of the education agenda away from politically correct, revisionist history, diversity first/accomplishment last crowd.

Needless to say, it has drawn fire from the majority of professional academics and their media mouthpieces, for whom these goals are sacrosanct. King and the rest of his colleagues deserve our thanks for having the courage to stand against the education establishment and put their good names and impressive professional credentials behind the Governor?s efforts.

Here?s an excerpt from their letter of support:

In our experience, too many high school graduates lack the basic grasp of human institutions and of the physical world that ought to be presumed for college-level courses. We continually meet students who have no clue when the Renaissance was, or do not know what the word ?monarchy? means, or cannot tell, on a map of the world, which country is France and which is China.

I don?t personally know anyone in this age cohort, but this sobering description of their retarded educational development confirms the worst suspicions I get from my observations of them on the streets and in the media. It?s hard to say if this generation can be turned around, but you have to start somewhere. And the common sense advice offered by these academics sounds good to me:

Instead of showing how things are more complicated than is commonly thought, we first have to explain what is commonly thought.

Amen - and keep up the good fight King. After all, it?s for the children.





John Eastman For Male Homecoming Queen?

The punches are not being pulled anymore as evidenced by this e-mail from Richard:

Don't get me wrong, I love Eastman . . . but there is no way he is a better guest than Mark Steyn. You, however, have turned him into a cutesy novelty act by constantly noting his upset victories. People now vote for him in the same way high school students vote for male homecoming queen contestants. The results are flawed and should be thrown out.

The results are certainly not flawed and will not be thrown out. But if you have more dirt on John Eastman as homecoming queen please feel free to drop us an e-mail. I wonder what his dress size is?





Who Didn't Expect This?

One of the Quipable Quad contestants has issued a statement of sorts:

To cull the silver from the dross
Those sons of Fraters Libertas
Put the pundits to the test
And pitted guest against guest

Regard the talkers who survive
From that, what can one derive?
Some will heed the obvious lesson
Others won't

Even bad poets have their fans
Even good politicians...don't

As ever,
Tarzana Joe


Of course in the interests of equal time we will also consider any submittals from misters Steyn, Eastman, and Lileks for publication as well. Please try to keep your fascist, war-blogging, blood-lusting, rhetoric to a minimum James.

In other contest news, Abigail wants to get out the vote for Mark Steyn, and encourages all readers to cast their votes for him. Normally we would not post such blatantly subjective messages, but with a sweet name like Abigail how could we say no?





Start the Revolution Without Him

Mark Giselson has resigned his post at the head of the Twin Cites Babelogue:

Thanks for the ride. This has been a blast and much as I hate to move on, as a part time obsessive-compulsive with manic-depressive traits, I?ve learned to jump off trains before they get all the way up to speed. Babelogue is a going concern and I look forward to watching it grow into a transformative asset for City Pages.

It is with mixed emotions we bid adieu to Mark. Yes, we often found his perspective ridiculous and maddening. And also shockingly irresponsible emanating from such a well respected traditional media source as the City Pages. But we also appreciated his honesty and vulnerability in expressing the thoughts that Leftists throughout Uptown, Dinkytown, and the City Pages reporting staff no doubt share, but are afraid to reveal. Aspirations like this, which no doubt pulse through the heart of every aspiring Brad Zellar, Budd Rugg, and Paul Demko in our fair city.

In my heart, I still believe in revolution. In my heart, I still think I have the 'nads to put my life on the line for a cause. In my gut I think this is the only way we'll ever achieve our goals of economic and social justice. But in my head, I want to win the next election so we don't have to have a revolution.

But I guess even coffee house revolutionaries can only stand the mentorship of Steve Perry for so long. So Mark is gone and we wish him well in his future endeavors. (Except of course if our dear President wins the next election and Giselson starts throwing Molotov cocktails at the Federal building downtown. We explicitly do not wish him well in that case.)






And Then There Were Four

From among the twenty, four shall be chosen. And they have been. The "Quipable Quad" has been selected by your votes. Two of the names are no surprise to anyone who listens regularly to Hugh's show, while the other two have raised a few eyebrows by virtue of their success to this point.

Mark Steyn was heavily favored going into the competition and has proved worthy of the lofty expectations. He dominated his elimination pool to capture the #1 seed, and then rolled over his opponents in each of his head to head matchups, never receiving less than 75% of the vote.

James Lileks was also picked by most to be one of the favorites. Like Steyn, he emerged strongly from his elimination pool and earned the #2 seed. And in Steyn-like fashion he mopped up his two competitors in the one-on-one showdowns without ever being seriously challenged.

Tarzana Joe was the sixth seed overall after the elimination round, and wasn't expected to be much of a factor. He faced a serious challenge in his first contest against David Dreier but used a late surge to veto the Congressman's dreams. Next he had to go toe to toe with the third seeded John McIntyre. It was a slug fest but once again Joe proved his mettle by rallying to edge McIntyre.

The biggest surprise is clearly the twelfth seeded John Eastman. John overcame some significant obstacles to advance. He teaches at an obscure law school that no one's heard of, he belongs to an institute that employs monkeys, and he appears on Hugh's show with a co-guest whose vocal qualities and political viewpoints don't exactly engender positive associations. But despite all that stood in his way, John has battled on Rudy-like to defeat the powerful Frank Gaffney and the politically connected John Campbell to reach the Quipable Quad. Now, I don't use the term hero very often. But John may be the greatest hero in American history. Our hats are off to you sir.

But in this contest, as in life, there is no time to rest on your laurels. And so we kick off the semi-final voting today. It will continue through Sunday, so you'll have plenty of opportunity to make your voice heard. The two winners will meet next week in voting that will begin Monday and run through Friday morning. On Friday the champion will be crowned on Hugh's show.

Time to get down to bidness.






Whatever Will Be, Will Be

Would an infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of computers, in an infinite amount of time, figure out how to upgrade their blog to Movable Type?

The answer apparently is yes.

I never realized the full power of the Monkeys until today, when even Google is giving them the nod.

The Year of the Monkey has begun. How it will end is not ours to know.





Bring Warm Clothes

This morning when I left for work it was ten degrees below zero in the Twin Cities with a wind chill factor of thirty below. In Orr, Minnesota it was twenty nine below with a fifty-one below wind chill. I listened to the national ABC news radio broadcast, and FUNNY I didn't hear any mention of the cold weather here.

Which is how it should be. Cold weather is not national news unless it has more than a regional impact. If a cold snap in Florida is going to mean higher prices for orange juice, I want to hear about it. But if someone's pipes freeze in Boston I really don't need to know.

It's winter. It gets cold. Put on a hat and STFU (since WTF has become widely accepted and understood, I figure we should expand the field-if you don't know what STFU means drop me an e-mail and I'll tell you to explain to you).

Cold weather days such as today are, in their unique way, a feast for the senses. At least for some of the senses. Often words such as dreary and dark are associated with winter but during the daylight hours a frigid day is anything but. The sun radiates brilliantly, if not warmly. The colors of the landscape, limited as they might be, are more pronounced and sharper. It's as if God turned up the contrast knob a notch or two.

Sound is amplified and crisper. A jet plane flying high overhead sounds much closer than it appears. It's not necessarily louder, the noise is just more proximate. The snow crunching under your feet is clearly audible. It's almost as if there was small microphones planted throughout the environment that transmit sounds right into your ear.

The one sense that goes lacking is smell (and I suppose along with it taste). The air is so clean, so clear, so sanitized by the cold, that you can't usually pick out any smell at all. Which is, in most cases, a good thing.





The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit (okay, it isn't a suit, it's just a tie and dress pants, and it's not flannel, it's mainly poly-blends)

I take the bus to work. On most days I get out downtown and walk outside to my appointed cube. But, given the recent rash of really freaking cold weather, I have been driven inside to the underground walkways known in these parts as the "subway".

Other than having to dodge slower walkers and trying to stifle my propensity to gawk unprofessionally at the bevy of hot nursing students, the walks are usually without incident.

I usually stroll into work at around 8:15; about five minutes after the bus has dropped me off. Where I come from, that's a pretty normal hour to begin work, but in our office most people (former farmers apparently) start at 7, many as early as 6.

The perception (especially among the non-exempt shift workers) is that I am coming in "late". Now this would not be much of a problem (as I don't deal with those people much) were this early-to-work philosophy not also shared by upper management as well. But it is.

So the other day I was booking through the subway and first saw my boss' boss going for his morning break (it was 8:12). Okay, not that big of a deal. Then I saw his boss, a tall woman, who has stopped to chat with another co-worker. I hoped to breeze by without her seeing me (like I'm doing something wrong!) but she stopped her conversation mid-sentence, looked directly at me and said "Hi JB". Drat.

At this point I had decided to never walk to work in the damn subway again, but the indignities to my career for the day were not over. As I rounded the final corner in a long corridor on the way to my building I see the COO and he clearly made me. He was speaking to someone as they walked, so I figured I'd just give him a howdy and hope my bubbly personality could somehow help to overcome the perception that was forming in his noggin that JB Doubtless was a slothful loser.

So I walk past and I'm looking to make eye contact. I'd already slathered a toothy, obsequious grin on my face. And nothin'. Snubbed. He in fact looked down at this shoes, as if he could not even bare to make eye contact with someone that had the temerity to start work at 8:15.

I really need to start getting up earlier.





Not Once, Not One Time

...have I ever used the word "keister." Darn proud of that.






Wednesday, January 21, 2004

He Said WHAT?

I wouldn't have believed it had I not heard it with my own ears. In an interview on C-SPAN following the President's State of the Union speech last night, Senator Ted Kennedy said this about the Bush administration's health care proposals:

It's like throwing a ten foot rope to someone who is drowning at thirteen feet. It's too little and too late.

If anyone knows about ineffective ways to rescue a drowning person, it's Ted.

You can hear it yourself here. Click on the "Members' Reaction" link under the State of the Union heading, fast forward the video to the 3 minute mark and enjoy.





The Contractual Consequences of Moonlighting

My cameo appearance last night in the comments section of the wildly popular Captain?s Quarters has caused a firestorm of controversy in the Fraters home office. The Elder got the legal team together and with his high powered electron microscope showed me the fine print of my indentured servitude contract does include a non compete clause. The fact that Instapundit quoted a line from my ramblings, and linked it to someone else?s site, triggers an additional set of penalty provisions.

The Elder?s main concern of course is brand image. Without our normal editorial review by the fact checkers, logic architects, and expert grammarians, my irresponsible rhetoric could erode the value of Fraters Libertas, Inc. and jeopardize the Elder?s imminent purchase of that beach front property in the Caymans. Since I don?t want to be held responsible for the fading of his George Hamilton-like tan (which triggers a whole other set of penalty provisions), I?m capitulating to his terms. The first of which is the publishing of my CQ comments on this site.

(Since a comment by Amy Lopez was imbedded with my own, she?s published here as well. Of course, that provides her implied consent to all terms of a Fraters indentured servitude contract for herself. Welcome to the Farm baby. We need your Fisking of the latest Doug Grow by 1:00 PM today.)

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8:08 I'm going to post as I watch the Captain watch the State of the Union Address. Hope you don't mind.

8:09 He seems bored so far. Hope things pick up.

8:10 the camera is lingering on a prologned conversation between Mark Kennedy and Donald Rumsfeld. I wonder what they're talking about. I wonder if the Captain saw that?

8:16 Condi Rice looks good. They guy next to her looks like a runty Kirby Puckett. I hope that's not her date. She can do better than that. Heck, she could be dating a runty Chili Davis.

8:20 Good point by the Captain about the comforting display of manners by all involved during Bush's entrance. Of couse, this lasted until the President's first line, which yielded a bloated, scoffing Ted Kennedy to shake his huge head and laugh with incredulity.

8:26 Personal note, Denis Hastert looks just like the guy that runs my company's IT department.

8:29 Speaking of Seperated at births, there's a debate raging in my email inbox about who Iraqi president designate Pachachi (who's on the screen now) more looks like, Walter Mondale or Dick Armey. I say the latter.

8:32 However, everyone agrees that Dick Lugar looks like a catcher's mitt.

The facial profile of Donald Rumsfeld. Someone once described him as the only person in the world who can jut out his chin while looking down his nose at you. It's true, that's what he looks like.

8:37 Rug watch: Byron Dorgan (D-ND), no question about it, fake hair.

For some reason people are wildly clapping about El Salvador's participation in the war on terrorism.

Rug Watch - John Warner (D-VA), egregiously fake hair.

8:45 A Republican president bragging about a 36% increase in Federal spending on education. I join the Democrats in sitting on my hands for that one. If only I were bloated, I could do a Ted Kennedy impression.

8:48 - "America's many fine Community Colleges" - BUSH LIES!!!!!

8:50 "Make the Social security system a source of ......" I thought he was going to do some Kennedy-esque alliteration, but then he started using some other constanants. Another opportunity wasted.

8:55 Free wellness exams and diabetes screenings for seniors - not exactly a platform to counteract Democratic scare tactics about throwing Grandma into the street. Nobody cares about it - wasted spending.

[Amy Lopez - all screen shots of Teddy, he looks as if he is barely making it through fighting last nights bender in Iowa.. The first glimpse onFox I thought he was going to blow chunks. ]

9:01 - A call for action among pro sports to get the players off the juice. Strange detour. I'll check my Consitution for the provision allowing federal authority over this. They just showed NE QB Tom Brady and he's smirking. What does he know?

That's it. Thanks Cap, for allowing me to tag along. I'll be doing some live fisking of WB's "In the House" (starring LL Cool J) over in Mitch Berg's comments section later tonight. See you there.





Wednesday QuarterFinals

John Eastman has once again shocked the world, and the #12 seed, by virtue of a victory over John Campbell, has reached the Quipable Quad.

And the #1 seeded Mark Steyn also advanced by overwhelming Claudia Rosett, although she should be credited with grabbing 25% of the vote.

Today it's #2 seed James Lileks against #7 Freddie "The Beadle" Barnes, and #3 John McIntyre of RealClear Politics fame, versus #6 Tarzana Joe.

Will Fred take off his belt and give James an old Catholic school strapping, or will James make Knox Gelatin flavored mincement out of the brave-hearted Beltway Boy?

Will the witty wordsmith from Tarzana end up writing a celebratory sonnet, or will John McIntyre be real clear about kicking Joe to the curb?





Such A Lovely Audience

Each month during the hockey season I receive a magazine from the Mafia protection racket otherwise known as USA Hockey. The last issue featured an article about the fans that attend games at Yost Arena, home to the University of Michigan Wolverines.

I don't know much about Michigan hockey fans, other than seeing the disconsolate looks on their faces each of the last two seasons after the Gophers knocked the Wolverines out of the Frozen Four on their way to back to back NCAA championships. Apparently when the Wolverines score a goal at Yost, the Michigan band plays the school fight song, 'Hail To The Victors', and the students hold up their fingers to indicate how many goals Michigan has scored to that point.

But in this picture which accompanied the article, it's clear that what seems like a fairly simple process can be fraught with complications (click on it for a closer look):




1. Typical Michigan math major, former Eagle Scout: "Dude where's my calculator?"

2. Majoring in Animal House 101: Chances of him living to see thirty lower than his average remedial English test score.

3. Frigid Women's Studies major: Instead of counting goals, she's currently engaged in counting manifestations of the psycho-social dynamic of the patriarchy inherent in collegiate fight songs.

4. Business major: "I'm drunk, there's a hot chick next to me, my team has scored an indeterminate number of goals. Boo-yeah."

5. Lifestyle design major: "I am like sooooo embarrassed. I'm sober, there's a drunk slob next to me, and it's only the second period. Kill me now."

6. Drama major Ray Romano Junior's been hitting the hooka pipe again: "Goal. Heh heh. Goals are like, heavy, man."

7. Mechanical engineering major: The two fingers he's holding up indicate the number of girls that he's talked to. In his life.

8. Twenty seven year old eighth year senior majoring in children's studies. Future high draft pick on the sexual predators watch list.





Listen To Dean Churn Redux

I don't know about you, but I can't get enough of the Howard Dean "Yeahhhhhghhhh" sound bite we've all been hearing today. It seems to get funnier every time I hear it and it really sums up what this man all about.

Perhaps the best comparison I've heard yet is that Dean sounds like Timmy from South Park (you know the line so I ain't linking to it...find it yourselves).

I must give credit for that one to the new AM 1500 "shock jock" Chris Krok (that's fun to say...try it). I can't give him credit for much else as his new show is dreadful, but it's his first week so I'll cut the guy some slack.





Tuesday, January 20, 2004

A Few Quick Thoughts On The SOTU

First off, for the best "as it happened" commentary check out Captain's Quarters, particularly the comments section where you may recognize a name or two. (Expect a meeting tomorrow after office hours Saint Paul, where the meaning of the term "non-compete clause" will be explained to you once again.)

I have to echo Saint Paul's comments on Condi. She was looking fine. I never noticed just how pouty her lips are before. Nice coiffe as well. She is the complete package.

Best line?

America will never seek a permission slip to defend the security of our country.

To which you could easily add, "a permission slip signed by Jacques f'in Chirac".

Finally, Nancy Pelosi WTF? She is one scary looking broad. With those eyes she looked like an freakin' barn owl. I almost expected her to swoop out of her chair and snag a field mouse (or Tom Daschle) in her talons at any moment.




That's Entertainment?

Friend Of Fraters Jack Sparks' take on what enjoying music is all about:

Another highlight was Janis Figure's set on Friday night. Nothing quite honors Cash's memory like a hard rock band with a lead singer fresh off a near death experience, scaring the shit out of his girlfriend and doctors as he climbs on the amps and howls into the mic at ear-splitting, temple-exploding volumes. Welcome Back Billie.

I'm not terribly sure what that passage means, but I do know that when I look for live entertainment I often ask "Is there any chance my ears will be split and/or my temples exploded? Because I really feel like having a good time tonight."

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When Did You Stop Beating Your Trivia Competitors?

In 2004 a new twist was added to the weekly Tuesday and Thursday night trivia competitions at Keegan's Irish Pub in Minneapolis. Every team that wins on any Tuesday or Thursday automatically receives a bid into a year end, trivia tournament of champions.

The Fraters squad likes to take care of bidness early and we locked up a spot on the very first Thursday in the new year. In fact since then we have locked out any other teams from qualifying by running the Thursday trivia table in 2004. Since we are magnanimous gentlemen and quite compassionate conservatives, we have elected to not participate in the next two Thursday night trivia competitions.

That's right. The window of opportunity is open. But act quickly, for it will not remain so for too long and we'd hate to see anyone get their fingers caught when we make our return in three weeks time, and slam it shut with extreme prejudice.

Meanwhile the once vaunted Tuesday night trivia champions from Team K are starting to sweat a bit. Here we are in the third week of January, and yet they have not been able to win a single Tuesday night competition in 2004. There are still forty nine opportunities for Team K to right the ship, but the longer they fail to qualify the more the pressure will build.

It's almost silly really. Here we sit with THREE tickets punched to the big dance already, while our noble rivals are empty handed. In a gesture of pity, we asked if it would be possible to transfer one, just one, of our victories to Team K in order to ease their weighty burden of failure. Terry, the publican of Keegan's, is a firm but fair man, and he judged that it really wouldn't be sporting if teams that had earned their spot in the sun were able to so easily pass it on to those less fortunate competitors. And in our hearts we know he's right.

And so Team K will have to pull themselves up by their bootstraps tonight, and fulfill the famous Churchill rallying cry to "Deserve Victory" (you know that would make a great bumper sticker). We'll be pulling for you guys. Win one for the Fraters.





What the True Believers Truly Believe

According to reports, talk show host Katherine Lanpher is leaving Minnesota Public Radio (MPR), hitching her wagon to satirical superstar Al Franken and going to work for the ascendant liberal radio network. Regarding her departure, this from the MPR press release:

Senior Vice President for News Bill Buzenberg praised Lanpher's performance as Midmorning host. "I can say that from the very start, whether listeners agreed or disagreed with her, they listened to her," he said.

The listeners listened to her? I guess that?s intended as high praise, although I think by definition, the listeners have to listen to her. Or they wouldn?t be listeners. Granted, I don?t have the inside knowledge or credibility of the esteemed MPR Vice President for News, but I think I can categorically state that whether non-listeners agreed or disagreed with her, they didn?t listen to her.

Buzenberg?s self justifying feedback loop is evidence of the MPR mindset that allows them to employ someone like Katherine Lanpher in a news function, yet still claim to be an unbiased source of information. Sounds crazy, but they do it all the time, with a straight face. Not even the departure of one of their anchor personalities for a job in an explicitly left wing operation is enough to crack the facade of belief. In fact, the pathology is so advanced over there, I?m sure they actually believe what they?re saying is true.

Here?s more evidence of living a delusion, from the MPR Lanpher press release:

?She made compelling radio and was a fabulous host. We will miss her laugh, her energy, her hard work, her vast intelligence and her indomitable spirit."

I know every employer wants to be nice to those who leave under good terms. But to publicly state they?ll miss her laugh (which is literally a shrill cackle)? And to reference not just her intelligence, but her VAST intelligence!? Can?t somebody get these people some help?





Survey Says

If you happen to be reading this and reside in the Minneapolis-St. Paul metro area, we would urge you to complete this survey being conducted by local radio station Am 1280 The Patriot. It only takes a few minutes and you can even win prizes for participating (gift certificates for Hugh's newest sponsor, Epidurals-R-Us).

The survey also gives you a chance to add comments about areas that the station could improve upon. We would not dare to presume to tell you what to say (we'll leave that to the MoveOn.org folks), but possible suggestions include more local programming, better production values (the majority of the commercials are truly awful), and a more functional web site. That's just our two cents. Feel free to add your own.





The Effete Eight

In the Midwest Regional Lileks dismissed K-Lo by capturing 81% of the vote in their showdown. And there won't be a sequel for Emmett of the Unblinking Eye, as Freddie "the Beadle" Barnes gets a chance to taunt him with a McLauglinesque "Bye Bye", following Fred's victory.

Today the first quarterfinals. The political machine of John Campbell versus the grass roots groundswell of John Eastman. One of these Johns is going home unsatisfied.

The other matchup pits the soft spoken street fighter Claudia Rosett against Mark Steyn, the #1 seeded Broadway Bully.

Voting closes tomorrow morning.





Slash And Burn, Return, Listen To Dean Churn

Howard Dean may have lost his front runner status in Iowa, but his message still bears our scrutiny.

Consider this entry from the Dean campaign's website (no permalinks here, so scroll down to the "Stand With Howard Dean" entry):

This election is about power. It's about who owns our country -- and who's running it.

Now, take a look at this bit from the Bush campaign's website:

Whether our country continues on this path of expanding prosperity and defeating the enemies of freedom depends on the outcome of this Presidential election.

This comparison spells out quite clearly the absurdity of the Dean campaign. In Howard Dean's mind this election is not about the security of our nation. It's not about protecting the American people from those who wish us harm. It's not even about our economic security. It's about power. It's about defeating George Bush at any cost. It's about blood-boiling, fist-pounding, sphygmomanometer bursting anger. Most of all, however, it's about Howard Dean.

The folks in Iowa have rejected Dean's churlish, arrogant and divisive message. I expect the voters in New Hampshire to follow suit.

UPDATE:
The Dean entry that I linked to above has been removed. I'll leave it to you to wonder why. And no, Mr Gisleson, I'm not so arrogant to think that my post on this "tiresome" blog had anything to do with it. I'm just pointing out a fact. I'm assuming, here, that you are familiar with these troublesome little things we call "facts".





Monday, January 19, 2004

Rock And Roll Lifestyle

Dick Gephardt wowed the crowd in Davenport, IA with his rendition of the Gemini classic "Feelings". The multi-talented Congressman was captured in mid "whoa" in this touching photo.

Not wanting to be outdone, Senator John Kerry spent some down time in his hotel room practicing his flamenco version of "Classical Gas", which he plans to play for supporters this evening as they watch the caucus results come in. (John Lennon taught him to play the guitar, you know.)

Is there anything these guys can't do?





Flirtin' With Disaster

Benjamin Alan shows how it might be possible for Hugh Hewitt to broadcast from "on top of" the Ice Palace in St. Paul. The very thought of Hugh, helicopters, and ice structures is sure to cause many a sleepless night for the civil defense authorities in St. Paul. Be afraid. Be very afraid.




None Dare Call It Reason

Saint Paul's rousing defense of fellow Northern Alliance comrade and Fraters drinking mate, James Lileks has brought forth an interesting response from the City Page's Twin Cities Babelogue (which is currently undergoing a redesign and facelift, believed to be the eleventh such "new look" for the group blog in the last two years-another batch of poor Q-ratings I imagine).

When I say interesting I mean vulgar, childish, and wildly inaccurate, which is precisely what one has come to expect from the local "alternative" weekly in recent years.

To be fair their characterization of us as the "gaseous right" is not entirely inaccurate. At times, particularly on Fridays after the weekly staff luncheon at El Burrito Mercado, the Fraters office does tend to resemble the campfire scene from Blazing Saddles .

But Mark Gisleson's rantings do seem a bit over the top even for the City Pages:

I almost think Karl Rove is trying to lose so as to avoid the inevitable lamp post that awaits him if we have to resort to the other kind of regime change.

Sorry, don't mean to be Coulterish, but the vibes around here are pretty weird ever since Dennis Perrin's recent Lileks-bashing piece subjected the whole site to rightwing fisking, with Glenn "Instahack" Reynolds at the head of the BMD* mob. I can't tell you how weary I am of seeing one particularly tiresome local group blog repeatedly trotting out my "nads/heart" comment from earlier this year. They get to write Bret Ellis intensity stuff about corpse-fucking Bill Clinton, but throw hissy fits anytime someone suggests that we might have to resort to a roots style Declaration of Independence mandated action agenda to rid ourselves of this pustulently corrupt administration. Hey blogwipes--try reading what real conservatives have to say about our pretzel-choking, vacation-taking loser-in-chief!

*Blogs of mass deception


Long time readers of Fraters will instantly recognize that Gisleson's remarks were made in regard to our long running series, Practicing Political Necrophilia: 101 Ways We'd Like to Corpse-F*** Bill Clinton. As to the "Bret Ellis intensity stuff" I can only surmise that he speaks of JB's recent heated posts on straws, bathroom faucets, and finally his controversial take on muffins.

I jest of course. A quick perusal of the Fraters archives going back to March 2002 reveals that there were a grand total of eleven posts that involved Bill Clinton in any way, shape, or form. Most of them weren't focused on Clinton per se, rather they indirectly referenced him. Among the subjects of the posts that involved Clinton were; media coverage, an Arianna Huffington quote about his flabby thighs, his propensity to cheat on the golf course, the fact that Eleanor Clift had a crush on him, a visit he made to the Twin Cities, the possibility of amending the Constitution to allow him to seek a third term, talk radio, Al Gore's book Joined At The Heart , and the 2002 German elections. The closet I could come to linking Clinton and corpses was this observation by Saint Paul:

Assuming JFK and FDR are still dead at that time, Bill Clinton may be all they have left. (This also assumes Jose Serrano doesn't get an amendment passed allowing a corpse to run for office. Such an amendment would also greatly revive the electoral chances for Al Gore).

There was absolutely nothing about corpses and/or f***ing. Just to be sure I cross-checked corpses, f***ing, and necrophilia on their own and again came up with nada. There also weren't any matches on "hissy fits", but in fairness to Gisleson I suppose that phrase is open to interpretation. I'll give that one to him as he is obviously well versed on the subject.

One of the great things about blogging is that everything that is written is out there in the open for anyone to read. All it takes is a little browsing through the archives to find exactly what you're looking for, which then can be easily referenced. Or you can choose to make outrageous claims based on nothing more than your own delusional fantasies as Gisleson has done yet again.

Finally, it's worth noting that Gisleson is now trying to portray himself as a modern day Tom Paine, while in the past his rhetoric has more closely resembled that of Che Guevara. Let's trot that money quote out one more time (see how easy this is Mark):

In my heart, I still believe in revolution. In my heart, I still think I have the 'nads to put my life on the line for a cause. In my gut I think this is the only way we'll ever achieve our goals of economic and social justice. But in my head, I want to win the next election so we don't have to have a revolution.

Taken together with his more recent quote (referenced above) about hanging Karl Rove from a lamp post, I'd say that it sounds like Mark (and his 'nads) would be more at home in 1968 than 1776.

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Top Of The Muffin TO YOU!

There is a fine damn line between a muffin and a cupcake. I just went down to our cafeteria and scored a low-fat chocolate "muffin" and was struck by the fact that it was basically a cupcake without frosting. That is to say it was delightful.

This makes me ask, when does a muffin cross over to becoming a cupcake? Is it merely the presence of frosting? I am inclined to think that's it, because they have the same ingredients, right? I don't bake, so I wouldn't know, but I asked some of the gals in the office and that was the consensus.

Calling something a "muffin" somehow makes it much easier to justify pyschologically as a snack item. I would be labeled a wanton slob were it known that I toddled down to the cafeteria and wolfed down a cupcake mid-morning, but a muffin...a muffin is perfectly normal. Hey, people eat muffins in the morning, don't they?

Consider the following hypothetical exchanges between co-workers:

Exchange A
Alice: Where's JB?
Sue: I think I saw him buying a muffin at the cafeteria
Alice: Okay, thanks

Exchange B
Alice: Where's JB?
Sue: (rolling eyes) I think I saw him buying a cupcake at the cafeteria
Alice: A cupcake? What is he, eight years old?
Sue: You'd think. Like he needs a cupcake anyway

Banana "bread". Same deal. It's freakin' banana cake mix put into a little "bread" pan, thus somehow making it okay to consume at all hours of the day. One of the dames in the office gave each of us a loaf of pistachio bread and I asked her what was in it. She replied that it was vanilla cake mix, loads of sugar and pistachio pudding.

The thing I love about calling these items "breads" is that it allows you license to further enhance the flavor by smothering the thing in butter--something you could not get away with to a piece of cake (although I imagine it would taste pretty damn good). Since, after all, it's "bread" and you put butter on bread.

Just imagine having a nice moist hunk of german chocolate cake and then busting out a knife and slathering it down with I Can't Believe It Aint Butter. Now add a cold glass of milk. Mmmmm...

Now if I could only get people to think that my 3:00 Baby Ruth was actually some kind of Power Bar or something.





A Critical Day In The Midwest

No, I'm not talking about that dog and pony show in the cornfields, where a small group of men in Pioneer feed caps and women sporting hairstyles that were already dated in 1983, will decide the fate of at least of a couple of the Democratic Party contenders tonight. I speak of course of the voting in the Midwest Regional to determine who will move on the Road to St. Paul.

In one contest, Freddie "The Beadle" Barnes seeded seventh, will try to avoid joining fellow Beltway Boy Morton Kondracke in the losers circle. He faces off against the tenth seeded Emmett of the Unblinking Eye, who no doubt will use the power of his well known web site (nice frames) to rally support.

The other showdown pits the rapid fire rapier wit of the carnivorous #2 seed James Lileks against the mumbling, stumbling, bumbling delivery of Kathryn Jean Lopez from National Review Online, seeded fifteenth.

Voting in the Midwest Regional closes Tuesday morning.





They Call Him the Squanderer

Although it?s still early in the presidential campaign, with the first contests not even yet decided, I?ve noticed a piece of rhetoric that already seems omnipresent in the talking points of all Democratic candidates and leaders. Somebody somewhere has tested it and apparently it tests well. As such, I fear these words are fated to be droned into our ears and drilled into our brains by the Democrats and their big media enablers for months to come. Those words are:

"the squandering of goodwill"

Amid all of their sniping and name calling, that seems to be the one unifying concept of the Left. Here?s just a smattering of examples of this sloganeering in action:

Teddy Kennedy:

In its arrogant disrespect for the United Nations and for other peoples in other lands, this Administration and this Congress have squandered the immense goodwill that other nations extended to our country after the terrorist attacks of September 11.

Dick Gephardt:

I'm calling for new national leadership because the Bush-Cheney bravado has left us isolated in the world ? fracturing 50 years of alliances, calling into question our credibility, squandering the global goodwill that was showered on us after 9/11.


John Kerry:

In the wake of the September 11th terrorist attacks, the world rallied to the common cause of fighting terrorism. But President Bush has squandered that historic moment. 

We have lost the good will of the world, overextended our troops, and endangered not enhanced our own security.


John Cougar Mellancamp:

We have managed to squander any goodwill we once had to now succeed in solidifying our image as the globe's leading bully.

Dennis Kucinich:

?If the President takes the US to war without UN approval he will diminish America?s moral standing in the world, squander international sympathy created in the wake of 9/11, and waste international goodwill created by many years of foreign diplomacy.

Gary Hart:

We are the champions of the ideal of democracy. We are the world's greatest source of optimism, energy and hope. To compromise that goodwill through belligerence is to squander our greatest resource."

For the health of the public discourse I have one request for the loyal opposition. Get an original idea. Or a thesaurus. I haven?t voted for a Democrat since my junior high social studies teacher teacher got run out of the Minnesota Senate by the politically maturing people of Woodbury. But, I dare say I?d consider voting for the one candidate who has the syntactical guts to say:

..... blah blah blah George Bush has [consumed/lavished/spent/wasted] the [benevolence/good terms/patronage/willingness] of the blah blah blah blah blah ........

All rhetorical qualms aside, I?m not sure why the Democrats think this is such a winning argument in the first place. What does the ?squander goodwill? theory really mean? What was the opportunity presented by a bunch of crazed Arabs killing trying to kill us?

Grossly simplified, I think there were two strategic outcomes post-9/11. Either the US government could get closer to the European position on confronting the state sponsors/enablers of Islamic terrorism. That position being self-hatred, apology, and preemptive surrender. Or, the world could have gotten closer to the Bush administration position - active confrontation and preemptive threat elimination.

It seems that first option, changing our policy to adopt the European stance, is much closer to the official Democratic Party line. It is the way Clark, Kerry, Dean et al. would govern. So, is that the squandered opportunity? The opportunity for the Bush administration to abandon its convictions and good judgment (right or wrong) in a time of crisis? If so, how does the goodwill of the world community work into any of this? Goodwill is not a necessary prerequisite for accepting someone?s capitulation to your beliefs. In fact, capitulation is usually the product of the opposite - stubbornness or belligerence.

Is it instead the second option the Democrats are referring to as our squandering of goodwill? That is, moving the world closer to the Bush Administration position of active intervention. On its face, this seems to make a little more sense. If the world was feeling newly sympathetic towards us and presenting (at least temporarily) goodwill, perhaps we should have seized on that sentiment for strategic advantage. But is that really what the Democrats are saying? That the Bush Administration should have exploited one of the most horrible moments in the nation?s history, in order to get more of the world to agree to our interventionist plans. Would that have made them happier?

Of course, the answer is no. They don?t want Bush to be successful in his foreign policy, no matter what his plans are. Despite all of the repetition and passion their words are delivered with, it?s just meaningless political rhetoric. I think they believe it?s enough to thunder on that our current government doesn?t work and play well with others and that?s enough to get them votes. Maybe, maybe not. Given that most Americans are isolationists at heart, I suspect it won?t be effective. But, only time will tell.

Which brings me to the point of this entire essay. The opportunity to transcribe some Enya lyrics:

Who can say where the road goes, Where the day flows?
Only time...

And who can say if your love grows, As your heart chose?
Only time...

Who can say why your heart sighs, As your love flies?
Only time...

And who can say why your heart cries, When your love dies?
Only time...


Are you listening Howard Dean?





Sunday, January 18, 2004

Man About Town

Last month we were proud to unveil the Hockey Commissioner Hugh action figure, designed and built right here in the good ol' US of A. Folsom, California to be more exact.

Now the prototype has arrived in Minnesota. We've been putting it through the paces to test both its durability and popularity in the state where the action figures' (no, it is NOT a doll) namesake holds the prestigious title of Hockey Commissioner.

Thursday night the Commish was on hand at Keegan's , to witness yet another trivia victory by the Fraters squad.

On Friday he lunched with Ed from Captain's Quarters.

Saturday was the real test. Would Hockey Commissioner Hugh be able to perform his duties where he needed to most? We chose an outdoor hockey rink in a "less fortunate" part of town, to provide an opportunity to reach out to all members of the Minnesota hockey community.

Unfortunately, we discovered that the standards of craftsmanship and quality in the Golden State have suffered over the years. No doubt as a result of the onerous regulations and overtaxation of the Davis regime. When we're ready to ramp up production it looks as if we'll have to explore options in Mexico, China, and India.

For when Hugh Commissioner Hugh faced the elements he lost his head. Literally. And in an example of life imitating art, he also, in an almost eerie Ralphie-ish coincidence, broke his glasses.

But after wiping away the tears he bravely soldiered on sans spectacles. He took a turn guarding the net. And he inspected the chicken wire on top of the boards (you can just make out the Sear's building in the background).

Finally he wrapped up the day by going for a quick skate on Lake Calhoun (Minneapolis skyline in background).

Right now technicians are working furiously to repair Hockey Commissioner Hugh in preparation for a busy couple of weeks ahead. You can expect future sittings at the St. Paul Winter Carnival, The Patriot Forum, and at NHL All Star Game festivities.





Saturday, January 17, 2004

SAB?

NPR's "Fresh Air" host Terry Gross:

And...

Hipster Nashville musician (and member of Marty Stuart's Fabulous Superlatives) Kenny Vaughn?





Intelligence Report

Local talk station KSTP is mixing up its evening line up again. As speculated here a few weeks ago, Dave Thompson got the axe from the 10 PM slot. But, wisely, KSTP is retaining his services to some degree by returning him to his former weekend slot (from noon to 3).

Another positive move is moving Mischke to 10 PM. His apolitical, off-the-wall, and often brilliant antics are best suited for the late evening. Yes, we conservatives demand a steady diet of rabid opinion affirming venom over the airwaves (just ask media expert Brian Lambert about that), but before drifting off to sleep, even I would rather hear a guy crank calling Dairy Queens in Texas and reading poems about drinking Summit beer than a heated, deadly serious discussion of Bush?s immigration plan. Mischke?s arrival at 10PM returns us to the style tradition of Lileks and this is a good thing.

The gap in the KSTP schedule is Mischke?s old 8PM slot. The new guy they hired is named Chris Crock. Information on him is limited. Apparently, he used to do a show in the C-level market of Madison, Wisconsin. According to the commercials KSTP is already running, the show is going to be called ?Crock Talk!? - yes, they shout it every time. This puking tone and the use of the uncreative, pre-packaged show name doesn?t inspire great expectations for him.

This suspicion is further cemented by Mischke?s description of Crock?s style, when he laughingly commented (in response to a caller?s question): ?the guy is a raving, Conservative lunatic? and ?a Junior Jason Lewis?. Mischke often times distorts the truth as a humor device, but you could tell this wasn?t one of those times.

Raving lunatic and Junior Jason Lewis is not a good combination. First, regarding Jason, he was effective because he had the intellectual and academic foundation to bring insight into news cycle commentary. He didn?t simply rely on cliches, stale observations, and recycling opinions he heard on Rush or read in NRO. He cared about the issues and made the daily effort to put his talents into analysis and it showed in his commentary. A guy without Lewis?s skills and dedication (which is most talk sow hosts) rehashing the newscycle is a prescription for bad radio.

Regarding Mischke?s ?lunatic? description - while Lambert?s criticism that the local dial as clogged with unthinking, conservative ?howler monkeys? is just plain wrong, that doesn?t mean hosts like this don?t exist. They do, I?ve heard them syndicated (Gallagher, Hannity) and as local hosts from other markets. We?ve just been lucky enough not to have them here in abundance. But KSTP may have been desperate/short sighted enough to go out and find one. The only mention I could find on the Internet of Crock?s Madison show was on some bicycle enthusiast discussion group. Granted, this source seems to be remarkably inarticulate and naive, but perhaps still revealing of his style:

On Friday Oct. 31, at around 9 AM I was in the car fix it shop (yes, I own one of this money eaters!) and my mechanic had on Chris Crock (Crock-o-_hit?) Anyway, Chris was wailing away about "special rights" that peds and bikes want to have in this town. He actually used the word "ped/bike \Nazies" while on the phone with me.

He also said " the Madison Police Dept. and the mayor admin are IN BED with the Safe Communities Coilition".


Swatting flies with sledge hammers - another prescription for bad radio.

I suppose I should let Crock actually do a show before condemning him. And I will. He may be great, and we?ll probably need at least a couple of months before a judgment can be made. Maybe even longer. If Bob Davis?s career were judged after his first few months (anyone remember Bobovia?), it would have been one of the bigger bombs in recent memory. But now he?s established himself as one of the market?s best. For the sake of KSTP, I hope someday we can say the same about Chris Crock.

UPDATE: Turns out, when you spell a man's name correclty on Google, you're much more likely to find information on him. It's spelled Chris Krok. And his bio is already up on the KSTP Web site. Including this bullet point:

Chris interned at some of the most premier broadcast outlets in the nations, including WABC-AM Talk Radio in New York and Dateline NBC.

No matter what field you're in, when you're promoting your interning experience on your resume - you don't have any experience.

Via the Internet, there's also this exchange from a Krok appearance on Fox News with John Gibson. Read it yourself - it's childish and brutally embarrassing.

Also, this article from Madison's media reporter on Krok's departure at WTDY, including this curious nugget:

WTDY program director John "Sly" Sylvester said Tuesday Krok called recently to give notice of his departure. "I don't know where he's going," Sylvester said, adding that Krok wouldn't say.

See a certain immaturity theme developing here? All hope for success is rapidly diminishing.

Finally, in my tireless research on this issue, I also found a blog devoted to what happens on the Mischke broadcast. Interesting, if obsessive. I mean, what kind of person chooses to spend their spare time ruminating on what happens on local radio.





The Road To St. Paul

After the close of voting in the West Regional today, two contestants got a step closer to the ultimate goal of claiming the title of best regular guest on the Hugh Hewitt show, while two other contestants were sent packing. John McIntrye of Real Clear Politics fame, held off Beltway Boy Morton Kondracke by a fairly comfortable margin. Meanwhile, a late surge by Tarzana Joe helped the big-hearted bard break open a close contest with David Dreier and emerge victorious.

Voting in the Midwest Regional will take place on Monday. On Tuesday and Wednesday the eight quarterfinalists will face off to see who earns a spot in the Quipable Quad (legal considerations led us to that name).





Anxiety Running Hot And Cold

The faucets in my bathroom are driving me batty. They are of the old-fashioned handle variety and dispense water by turning said handles inward.

The problem is that the hot and cold handles are not properly calibrated. For example, you need to turn the hot approximately 20 degrees from it's base to get the water to begin. However, the cold needs to go more like 45 degrees to start flowing. As you can imagine, the complete lack of symmetry of the two handles is cause for much anxiety in the morning when shaving.

When shaving, the proper control of hot and cold is imperative and if the hot handle is set perfectly on the one side, the cold should properly match and since it doesn't, I end up variously burning the hell out of myself and failing to get the water hot enough to properly dispose of the morning's offending whiskers.

Sadly, my plumbing skills are to say the least severely limited. Maybe if I got up a little earlier, boiled a pot of hot water, drew a pitcher of cold water then combined them in a large pan--yes! I will try that. And I know you are all dying to know what happens, so stay tuned...





Who Let the Dogs In?

The moribund Joe Lieberman campaign presents what may be the worst presidential campaign promotion ever. This Internet gallery of supporters indicates that maybe he hired the wrong new media advisors.

Despite the fact its appeal is limited to 13-year-old girls and the grandmothers who love them, I get the sense that Joe?s reaction to it was ?Golly, I think it?s neat.? In fact, that?s exactly the sentiment he?s expressing in the photo in the right hand corner. He sure looks happy about it all. Makes me wonder if he understands that dogs and 13-year-old girls can?t vote.

Even if dogs could coherently express their electoral preferences for a candidate, how sure is Joe Lieberman that they would actually vote for him?

For instance, check out little Shelby. Look at the barely suppressed rage and paranoia in those eyes. She?s a natural Howard Dean supporter.

How about Zoroaster. He?s clearly just been listening to a Dick Gephardt speech.

A weasly, self-obsessed manipulator with a military background? General Patton, meet General Clark.

Some of these mongrels might not even be Democrats. For example, Idggy who appears to have found a career in the lucrative field of Michael Savage impersonations.

Finally, Sylvia and Topaz. I?m not sure why, but there?s just something about them that says Dennis Kucinich.





Friday, January 16, 2004

Drinking With The Anal Retentive Blogger

S.H. e-mails with a concern about JB Doubtless:

I have to take it out of the glass, rinse it of any Diet Coke residue and then set it on the table. And I hate the way it looks just sitting there.

Good lord! Does this remind ANYONE else of Phil Hartman's (Cooking with The Anal Retentive Chef) character on SLN?

And how do we throw things out? Okay. We take our paper towel, two pieces, unbroken, lay it out neatly, dump the refuse inside, arranged neatly ... [assembles the garbage] ... let's take these little nasties we separated earlier, put that back ... fold over carefully, making sure the corners are square ... and ... we take a piece of aluminum foil, and we place our refuse onto the foil, and fold over very carefully - this way, it won't leak onto the other garbage. Aluminum foil is such a miracle product! It's really an extraordinary product. Alright, and then we take a brown, paper sandwich bag ... [opens bag] ...place the refuse inside ... [drops it in] ...and ... oh no, this bag is torn.. [looks around] Well ... no, that's alright. We'll just fold over, and no one will see. We'll fold it over twice to be careful ... then we get our tape. [grabs tape, which is naturally covered in a cozy] And, we tape it shut - be very careful to center the tape on the bag. I like to keep my tape dispenser right here on the counter. There we go! [holds up bag] All ready for the trash. Now that's some garbage you can live with! [laughs]

Alright, I noticed some of you were admiring my tape dispenser cozy. Isn't that pretty? I made it myself, out of toothpicks, felt, plain old buckroom, a couple of pearl buttons and some eyelets. Now, isn't that better than looking at an old tape dispenser? I think so! Alright. Let's set this over here. [places tape dispenser onto the counter next to the sink, behind him]






Instant Wealth

Those Democrats sure are crafty. By constantly decrying the Bush tax cuts as ?tax cuts for the wealthy?, they have instantly requalified all married couples earning a whopping $65,000 a year as wealthy, as this article from the Chicago Sun Times explains:

Tax advisers at Petz Enterprises Inc., which runs the online tax preparation service TaxBrain, said they expect 10 million households run by married couples whose incomes range from $47,000 to $65,000 to be among the biggest winners. The combination of new rates and tax cuts aimed at married couples will move many of those households from the 27 percent bracket to the 15-percent bracket.

How?s that for creating wealth? One minute, you?re a young married couple struggling to make ends meet earning $65,000 a year and the next?PRESTO?you?re wealthy. And all the Democrats had to do was?nothing.





Do Two Wrongs Make Me Right?

Regarding the can't miss, easy money blackjack strategy I passed along earlier today, the distinguished academician and wine connoisseur Professor Bainbridge sends along a note:

Of course you should hit on a soft-17 against a dealer's 6. In fact, you actually should double down

Come to think of it, he's right. Extremely right. Plus, he's quite correct in his blackjack advice. When the dealer is vulnerable to that degree, the strategy must be to get as much money on the table as the house will allow.

Point well taken from the Professor. And, as his email shows, he's found a better way to express the sentiment: "you're f*cking wrong, you g*d*mn *sshole" than I. No wonder he's tenured.

But let the record show, the Fembots were on the Bionic Woman. Too bad there's not a department of inane cultural studies somewhere, as I could be occupying a chair.





Oh, And Another Thing...

Straws. Like stairmasters, straws are devices only to be used by the fairer sex.

I keep reminding myself to start ordering my Diet Cokes without a straw, but forget most times. That means when the straw comes I have to take it out of the glass, rinse it of any Diet Coke residue and then set it on the table. And I hate the way it looks just sitting there.

If you get a straw in a mixed drink, feel free to use the straw to give the drink a little stir, but then ditch it immediately thereafter. It's uncivilized to try to drink around the straw by holding it against the side of the glass. And ya look like a ninny.






The Odds, Getting Even

Late, late last night, I was still basking in the glow of the Fraters' unprecedented 4th straight trivia victory in the intellectually rigorous tournament run by Keegan's and just beginning my slide into blissful slumber. Then, suddenly (Susan), I had the jarring revelation that one SHOULD hit on a soft-17 if the dealer is showing a six. It's a counterintuitive move, but the odds that he's going to bust are high, regardless of what your cards are. Therefore, a risk free attempt to improve your hand should be undertaken.

For a moment, a pang of conscience arose and I thought: maybe I shouldn't have shouted "you're f*cking wrong, you g-d*mn *sshole" at Man from Silver Mountain, who had made the case for the hit (inarticulate as it might have been) in a side conversation during the trivia challenge.

My next thought was: naaaah, he deserved it for claiming the Fembots were from Buck Rodgers. (The truth, of course, is that they were on the Bionic Woman.)

Needless to say with my mind at ease, sweet dreams were mine.





Living In The Wild, Wild West

In the East #8 seed Claudia Rosett held off #9 seed David Allen White and will move on. Meanwhile, top seed Mark Steyn took Erwin Chemerinsky over his knee, and spanked the whiney-voiced law professor raw by capturing an unbelievable 92% of the votes cast.

Today the West Regional voting beings with #3 seed John McIntrye mixing it up with one of the Beltway Boys, Morton Kondracke, seeded fourteenth. And Atomizer's dark horse selection, the witty wordsmith Tarzana Joe, who is seeded sixth, challenges the powerful politico, and #11 seed David Dreier.

Voting closes in the West Regional on Saturday.





Thursday, January 15, 2004

And You Want To Be My Latex Salesman?

You try to do the right thing. You try to build people up, not tear them down. You try to share your success with others, and help them get ahead. And what do you get for it?

They go behind your back and steal your gig. That's right Jim, a.k.a. James Phillips from Folsom, CA. I'm on to you buddy. Trying to kiss up to Hugh in hopes of taking my place as the official sports guy on his show? That's your game now is it? And after all I've done for you? Do you really think you've got what it takes? Do you honestly believe that you can match the insightful window into the sporting world that I've provided for Hugh's vast audience?

I have two words for you Mr. Phillips. Bring it on.

By the way Hugh, I don't know about you fancy Harvard guys and your high falootin' credentials, but us Joe Six Pack bloggers usually refer to it as a Fisking, not frisking. (Thanks to King at SCSUScholars for the catch.) Now I'm going to have to try to erase the disturbing mental image of Mitch patting down Doug Grow.





I Guess That's What Happens When You Work Out With A German Man

Rush Limbaugh today on Bill Clinton's recently announced AIDS initiative:

"Bill Clinton didn't do diddly squat about AIDs during his administration. Oh, he talked about it a lot, but he did nothing. Now he's trying to get in on the action on the back end?"





That's Why We Play The Game

There have been suggestions made, by those not wise in the ways of competition and sports, that we should skip all these playoff contests and go right to the final showdown to pick the best guest on the Hugh Hewitt radio show. After all we know that it's going to be Mark Steyn and James Lileks in the finals don't we? And we know that the higher seeds will always end up winning anyway so why bother?

Just ask John Eastman. He emerged from the preliminary round as a #12 seed and going up against the fifth seeded Frank Gaffney no one gave him much of a chance. But the law talking guy shocked the world by not only beating Frank, but crushing him with 61% of the vote. That ladies and gentlemen is why we play the game. On any given internet poll....

The other winner in the South Regional was John Campbell who apparently was able to juice the wheels enough to down Professor Bainbridge. It was a noble effort Professor, and I trust that you will drown your sorrows with a fine bottle of wine.

That brings us to the East, where #8 seed, Claudia Rosett faces off against the #9 seed, David Allen White in what likely will be a very close contest. And Erwin Chemerinsky, the plucky #16 seed, will see if he can fill the slippers of Cinderella (I'm not talking about what he likes to wear on Saturday night) as he takes on Goliath, #1 seed Mark Steyn.

Voting in the East continues until tomorrow morning.





Wednesday, January 14, 2004

The City Pages is Revolting!

This week?s City Pages attempts to take a chunk of out Lileks?s hide, with an article by Dennis Perrin called ?The Blogger at War?.

I suppose it was inevitable that Lileks would suffer a hit piece in the press over his war-related writing on The Bleat. He?s simply too effective a communicator to escape the wrath of those who jealously guard their own, conflicting world view as the TRUTH. Beyond Lileks?s unequaled ability to formulate and effectively communicate political analysis, he is most dangerous to the Left in the marketplace of ideas because of one quality in particular. He?s entertaining. A quality no one has ever attributed to the writing in the City Pages - except for maybe that girl who does the restaurant reviews.

Entertainment - an aspect of writing most of those who would presume to comment on politics forget about, can?t accomplish, or think is beneath them. Read any nationally syndicated political column (with the exception of Mark Steyn) for all the evidence you need on this.

Lileks doesn?t just blandly present his conclusions - although he could and still be on a par with the finest of pundits in this country. Instead, he conveys his points using satire, hyperbole, sarcasm, vivid imagery, metaphor, and hidden-in-plain-sight cultural references that rarely fail to amuse. His prose has energy, it flows and jumps, and as a result people want to read it. This contrasts with most political analysis (on both the Right and Left), which nobody with any sense really wants to read. Instead, it?s like taking medicine. We read it because it will provide some benefit to us later on.

Entertaining, amusing, interesting prose style - aspects of writing not present, not even attempted in this plodding, amateurish article by Perrin. As such, it's difficult to read, even if the topic is of interest. Of course, I read it twice. The first time just to see if Fraters Libertas got a mention. Sadly, it did not. At least not by name. Although I suspect we may be the inspiration for this line:

Lileks wasn't as bad as some of the keyboard warriors I'd read...

The specific criticisms offered by Perrin range from the weak to the absurd. The weak being the repeated charge that Lileks, when making some political point or other, didn?t consider and give equal time in print to all possible counter opinions. As if any opinion columnist in the history of editorializing has ever done this. And they haven?t because there would be no way to do so and retain any coherence or vitality.

The absurd criticism of Lileks has to do with the general tone of the Bleat itself. I quote:

Lileks has a different take and agenda, which brings us to the negative part of The Bleat: Lileks's crazed views about the current warscape.

That statement is so absurd, I have to wonder how long its author himself had to pause to laugh before he could write his next sentence.

Lileks - crazed views? I?ll let you read the examples Perrin provides as ?crazed?. Even cherry-picked and out of context you can tell it?s typical Bleat material - informal, hilarious, insightful Lileks. Since Perrin characterizes these as ?crazed?, I wonder if he even bothers to read the newspaper in which his article appears. Or if he has ever visited the blogs associated with the City Pages. I don?t think so. Because if he did, then he?d properly understand the definition of ?crazed views.? Try Elaine Cassel?s wild-eyed ravings. Here?s an example, from her post on Christmas Day:

We are, I believe, among countries, the least Christian, the least decent, the least compassionate, the least kind government on the globe. Nowhere else can I think of does greed, power, corruption, vengeance, bigotry, and hatred more rule the day under the guise of Christianity and democracy than in the United States.

Better that we profess our evil, as do governments like those of Korea and China, and govern and rule honestly as despots, than that we hide under the guise of Christianity and democracy. 
 
So, Bah humbug on the Bush administration and all the evil it has perpetuated on the world this year.


Sounds like a fun, well-grounded gal, doesn?t she? And she writes like this every day! Is there anyone in the world with a pain threshold big enough to allow them read this kind of writing every day? When this is their offering in the war of ideas, no wonder the Left feels the need to gratuitously slur Lileks.

Need another example of crazed views? How?s about this oldie but goodie, from City Pages Editor Steve Perry?s blog:

In my heart, I still believe in revolution. In my heart, I still think I have the 'nads to put my life on the line for a cause. In my gut I think this is the only way we'll ever achieve our goals of economic and social justice. But in my head, I want to win the next election so we don't have to have a revolution.

Revolution! They?re threatening revolution! Unless Dick Gephardt or Howard Dean or Al Sharpton wins. That particular quote has now appeared three times on Fraters Libertas. And I?m still waiting for it to provoke an appropriate amount of derision from responsible media sources. Or blogs.

Maybe in context with their smearing of Lileks, it finally will attract the negative attention it deserves. The City Pages is threatening revolution if George W. Bush wins in 2004! Where?s the outrage!? Or is the outrage negated by the fact that nobody of substance reads the City Pages or takes them seriously? If that is the case, regarding my passionate defense of Lileks above - never mind.





He Works In Mysterious Ways

A reader e-mails with the following question:

How is Hugh going to broadcast his show from "above the ice palace"? Just wondering... (Look at the design on the web site)

Hmmm.... You can check out images of the design here and see for yourself the difficulty that Hugh will have. I can't imagine that sitting on one of those spires would be all that comfortable. And certainly not safe, given Hugh's track record.





A Bargain At Any Price

In contrast to Nick Coleman?s pathetic mewling and quibbling, David Hawley of the Pioneer Press examines the reasons why we build Ice Palaces, despite the fact there are still poor people in the world. I wasn't planning on seeing the Palace myself, but this article changes everything with its capturing the spirit of this grand St. Paul tradition. Excerpts:

"The ice castle legacy is indicative of our climate and the tenacity of our people," [architect Bill] Rust said. "That's why it resonates with us so powerfully and people get involved so enthusiastically. It goes all the way back to the first ice palaces in the 1880s, when people in New York thought this was the frozen edge of the earth and we had to prove them wrong."

(So this was saying ?We Like It Here? 100 years before they built the Metrodome and hung that ridiculous sign. Now that's Twin Cities tradition.)

"Clearly, the most magnificent ones have been built in St. Paul, including the 1888 palace, which I consider to be the most elaborate in the world," [historian Fred] Anders said.

"Hardly anybody can build ice palaces," [historian Bob Olson said], when asked to elaborate. "But we can ? partly because of where we are and also because we've done it before. We have what it takes, and that says something about ? us."

"A awful lot of this involves camaraderie with the guys," said [Tom] Chartrand, who lives in St. Paul and is a union tradesman for Xcel Energy. "It's all about pride at being able to do something like this."

?... the accomplishment and the awesome size of this is what makes it worthwhile."

an ice palace is magically impermanent, a glittering moment in time, and a thing of precarious creation involving extraordinary effort. See it now, or you may see it never.


Fred Anders on seeing the 1986 Ice Palace at Lake Phalen: "It was 30 below zero and people were waiting in line for two hours. And when they lit it up, it was like seeing fireworks go off in a building. It was just amazing."

"It's all in your heart, a fairy tale that comes true," said Keith Soderbeck, a St. Paul union carpenter who worked on the 1986 ice palace and is a site coordinator for the current project. "With the lights on, glistening through the ice, it makes it mysterious, the most beautiful thing," Soderbeck said. "It's hard to describe because there's nothing like it.

But personally, the draw for me is that I know the enjoyment and the community-building that occurs with ice palaces," Olsen added. "When I go down and look ? and I go every night ? I'm no longer looking at an ice palace. I'm looking at the sheer enjoyment of people. Everyone wants to be in the picture ? and, really, they are."

"Not going to last? It's going to last for a long time," Anderson said emphatically. "It will last in memories, in photographs, on Web sites. It's really a very permanent thing."


Take that Nick Coleman! A unique local tradition that reminds us of our civic heritage and reminds us that our ancestors of 100 years ago weren?t so different in their joys and aspirations than we are today. A shared effort that unites and ennobles those who volunteer to create it. One that charms and delights all who come to see it, and will linger in their memories for decades to come.

For all of this a $5 admission fee sounds cheap to me. And to borrow the wisdom of encyclopedia salesmen everywhere - how can the poor afford not to come and see it?




Study Sprawl

(WARNING: Long and winding post ahead)

On Monday I penned a brief post on the study published by the Army War College that questioned the need to go to war with Iraq, and called into question the scope of the war on terror.

Initially I thought that the study merited consideration, but after digesting it Monday night I was left with a very different impression. It really is nothing more than an extended editorial with footnotes. To Fisk the whole thing would require a Bergian effort that I have neither the time nor desire to undertake. The study is over forty pages in length, not including the introduction or the endnotes. But there are items in it that stand out and deserve mention.

The author the study is Dr. Jeffrey Record, who is a professor at the USAF's War College as well as a visiting research professor at the Strategic Studies Institute. He worked for Democratic Senators Sam Nunn and Lloyd Bentsen as well as the Brookings Institute, the Institute for Foreign Policy Analysis and the Hudson Institute. He also has written several books and has a another titled, Dark Victory: America's Second War Against Iraq, coming out later this year.

Yesterday on the Hugh Hewitt radio show, Frank Gaffney described Dr. Record as a respected scholar, but cautioned that the fact that the Army War College published this study in no way construed an official endorsement of it.

Of course this is what the media has been focusing on. A
story on the study in the Washington Post, and an editorial in the Star Tribune that referenced it, both cherry picked selected quotes from the study, while noting the Army War College connection in order to give it more legitimacy.

My problems with the study concern the political bias that Dr. Record brings to it, unsupported assertions that he takes as fact, the manner in which he employs hypothetical situations, and finally his tendency to criticize rhetoric and not reality.

Given Dr. Record's background, it seemed possible that he might have a partisan axe to grind. Reading the study confirmed for me that indeed he does.

The President himself endorsed this objective before the war, in his February 26,2003, speech before the neo-conservative American Enterprise Institute...

And later:

The prominent neo-conservative columnist Charles Krauthammer, for example,...

When you use the label neo-conservative you are doing more than simply describing the political leanings of the organization or individual concerned. While I don't agree with David Brooks' contention that using it is somehow anti-Semantic, I also don't buy the argument that it's just another descriptor like liberal or conservative. Why not just use conservative then? When you use neo-con you're doing a little wink-wink nudge-nudge with your readers. He's one of THOSE people.

And besides what the hell does the term mean anyhow? If you're talking about Irving Kristol, a self-described neo-con, it's fairly clear. But is the American Enterprise Institute neo-conservative? I read their magazine each month, and while I suppose some of their writers could be called neo-cons, the magazine also features articles by the likes of Grover Norquist, a man not often associated with neo-conservative thought.

So what's in the use a name? Or in this case a label? I believe it shows that the author is not coming at this study from a wholly objective viewpoint.

Later Record deals with the difficulty in defining terrorism and makes it clear that he doesn't subscribe to the "simplistic" Manichean definitions of good and evil:

Morally black and white choices are scarce in a gray world. One man 's terrorist can in fact be another's patriot. "Is an armed Kurd a freedom fighter in Iraq but a terrorist in Turkey?" asks Tony Judt.

"Were al-Qaeda volunteers terrorists when they joined the U.S. financed war [against the Soviets ] in Afghanistan??"


Defining terrorism can indeed be a little tricky but I think the answer here isn't as gray as Record makes it out to be. If the Kurd in Iraq or Turkey is carrying out military operations against the armed forces of those countries he is a freedom fighter. If he blows himself up on a bus with women and children in Baghdad or Ankara, he's a terrorist. The al-Qaeda volunteers who fought Soviet and Afghan government forces? Freedom fighters. If they would have started bombing apartment buildings in Moscow as Chechens have? Terrorists.

Indeed,they do not regard what they are doing as terrorism."The difference between the revolutionary and the terrorist, "Palestine Liberation Organization Chairman Yassir Arafat declared before the U.N.General Assembly in 1974,"lies in the reason for which he fights. For whoever stands by a just cause and fights for the freedom and liberation of his land from the invaders,the settlers and colonialists,cannot possibly be called a terrorist." (Similarly, the recently executed anti-abortion terrorist Paul Hill denied that killing an abortionist was even an act of violence, much less terrorism."I was totally justified in shooting the abortionist, because he was actually the one perpetrating the violence,"he told Jessica Stern. "I would not characterize force being used to defend the unborn as violence." )

This is a study on the global war on terrorism and the war in Iraq. How can this little anecdote on an anti-abortion fanatic in the U.S. be considered anything other than a gratuitous shot at those who oppose abortion?

Later he also includes this statement which one could quite easily imagine coming from our "friends" in Paris or Berlin:

Americans have historically displayed a view of war as a substitute for politics,...

We have? Then why all the fussing with the UN, GTO, NAFTA, etc. etc. etc. over the years? We don't need none of that fancy talking, we can just bomb 'em all to hell.

One more point on the political leanings of Record.

These numbers minimize the problem,however, because the CBO is legally required to base its projections only on existing laws. Thus, the CBO projection assumes the scheduled expiration of the huge 2001 and 2003 tax cuts, although most observers believe they will be extended. (Both the White House and the Republican congressional leadership favor making the cuts permanent.)

This is a minor quibble but when you describe the tax cuts as huge I believe you reveal your true feelings about them.

Now for some "facts" from the study.

Thus even though the Taliban and Saddam Hussein regimes were militarily smashed, combat continues, even escalates, in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Escalates? Compared to what? Certainly not to the earlier period of time when significant combat operations were taking place in either country. Obviously the situation in Iraq has changed from the time Record completed the study, but even then I have a hard time accepting as fact his escalation statement.

As it approached war with Iraq, the administration insisted on co-conspiratorial links between the Saddam Hussein regime and al-Qaeda; repeatedly raised the specter of the dictator's transfer of WMD to al-Qaeda; and encouraged the view that Saddam Hussein had a direct hand in the 9/11 attacks.

The question of whether the Bush administration tried to link Saddam and 9/11 was discussed ad nauseam last summer. No conclusion evidence was ever presented to document it. Record tries by citing examples of incidents when Bush mentioned 9/11 and the threat from Iraq at the same time. But in almost every instance it's a case of Bush saying something along the lines of "after 9/11 we can no longer wait for an attack to respond". To say that this is enough to show that Bush tried to tie Iraq to 9/11 is grasping at straws. Record does nothing to further the argument but just presents it as an accepted fact.

Note should be taken that the administration has displayed no enthusiasm for arms control treaties, and that it appears to have little confidence in the NPT (Non-Proliferation Treaty) to prevent even signatory states (including Iraq and North Korea) from launching nuclear weapons programs in contravention of the NPT. It overlooks the NPT regime's considerable success in restricting and even reversing proliferation and is determined to use force if necessary to do what the NPT was never designed to do.

Yes, clearly North Korea has been a rousing success of the NPT. They have nuclear weapons, but they haven't used them. Nothing to worry about on the Korean peninsula is there? In my eyes North Korea shows the failure of the NPT rather than its success.

As to the NPT's achievement is reversing proliferation, I assume Record is speaking of South Africa and Brazil. Not exactly rogue states.

Then there is what I call "attacking the rhetoric and not the reality".

Insistence on moral clarity once again trumps strategic discrimination. Even if all terrorism is evil, most terrorist organizations do not threaten the United States.Many pursue local agendas that have little or no bearing on U.S. interests. Should the United States, in addition to fighting al-Qaeda, gratuitously pick fights with the Basque Euzkadi Ta Askatasuna (E.T.A.[Fatherland and Liberty ]), the Sri Lankan Tamil Tigers, the Provisional Wing of the Irish Republican Army, the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan, Sendero Luminoso, Hamas, and Hizbollah? Do we want to provoke national-and regional-level terrorist organizations that have stayed out of America's way into targeting the U.S.interests and even the American homeland?

Record is now criticizing rhetoric rather than reality. To my knowledge the U.S. has not "gratuitously picked fights" with the Basques separatists, the IRA, the Tamil Tigers or any other terrorist group not linked to Islamist terrorism. Although if he was as interested in building alliances as he claimed, Record might want to consider that the Brits and Spaniards probably wouldn't mind a little assistance in dealing with their terrorism problems. When Bush makes speeches about fighting all terrorism throughout the world he is trying to rally support for the U.S. He is not saying that the U.S. itself will get involved in every terrorist problem throughout the world.

Just for the record (no pun intended) both Hamas and Hizbollah have killed American citizens in the past, and there is no reason to suspect that they would hesitate to do so again in the future. And I suppose that the existence of Israel has "no bearing on U.S. interests".

Clearly in the inherently unrealistic category, for reasons already discussed, are the goals of destroying all terrorist organizations of global reach, including the nexus of their regional and national analogs, and terrorism itself. These goals not only lie beyond America's means to achieve them,but also gratuitously pit the United States against "enemies "that have not threatened U.S. interests.

Again is this really a goal of the U.S.? Or another case of the attacking the rhetoric and not the reality?

One of the problems with a study such as this is the media's penchant to grab bits and pieces that fit the template that they're looking for without providing context. And the way that Record includes hypothetical situations makes it likely that exactly that will happen.

Consider this line from the Washington Post story:

The report, by Jeffrey Record, a visiting professor at the Air War College at Maxwell Air Force Base in Alabama, warns that as a result of those mistakes, the Army is "near the breaking point."

Doesn't sound good does it? Well here is what Record said about the Army being stretched too thin:

If the Iraqi deployment is significantly reinforced to provide additional order and stability for reconstruction, some critics believe this will threaten the army's ability to provide a rotation base for its overseas deployments and strip it of a strategic reserve for contingencies elsewhere.

That's an awfully big IF especially given the events of the last month. Granted, the continued conflict in Iraq is stressing the Army's resources quite a bit, putting added burdens on the Guard and Reserve, and limiting its ability to respond in the event of another large scale conflict elsewhere (say Korea), but is it "near the breaking point"? Hard to say, although Record does indeed state just that. But when he seeks to prove it, he introduces a hypothetical situation that does not reflect the current reality.

Fiscally, something's got to give in the coming years, and that something may well be a reduction of U.S.ambitions in Iraq. Such a reduction would be especially likely if more and more Americans come to see a cause and effect relationship between outlays for Iraq, spiraling federal deficits, and bad economic news at home (such as sharply rising interest rates).

Again he introduces another hypothetical to sell his point of view. Not that there is necessarily anything wrong with using them, but in this case he makes assumptions about deficits and interest rates that are not widely accepted, and presents what is close to a "worst case situation". While that might be appropriate for a Molly Ivins editorial I'm not sure if it is for a detailed study such as this.

Finally there a few other statements in the study that don't fit into any of the main problem areas that I have defined, but should be mentioned anyway. (Okay, this has taken on Bergian length) A number of them involve the prospect of creating a democracy in Iraq that may serve to transform the Middle East:

So the potential policy payoff of a democratic and prosperous Middle East, if there is one, almost certainly lies in the very distant future.

So why even try? Of course establishing a democracy in Iraq is going to be a long, difficult process but when I read this I'm reminded of the old adage that every long journey begins with a small step.

Are U.S. strategic interests in the Muslim world really better served by hostile democracies than by friendly autocracies?

By "friendly autocracies" I assume Record means Egypt, Jordan, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, etc.. Yeah, those guys are not part of the terror problem at all. As the Left likes to remind us, where did most of the the 9/11 terrorists come from again?

Home-grown terrorism is certainly no stranger to the democratic West (the second deadliest terrorist attack in U.S. history was Timothy McVeigh 's destruction of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City in 1995, killing 168 people),and at least one study concludes that the incidence of nonstate terrorism is higher in free societies than in nonfree ones. (Nonstate terrorism was notable for its absence in Saddam Hussein 's Iraq.)

This is one of Record's more curious arguments. Yes, there was little nonstate terrorism in Saddam's Iraq. There was also little freedom, little opportunity, and little hope. Hitler's Germany (before WWII) and Stalin's USSR certainly had less terrorism that Germany and Russia do today.

Leaving aside the inherent perils of making analogies between the hypothetical future experience of Iraq and the Middle East and the past experience of Germany and Europe, the assumption seems to be that democracy is so catching that the establishment of just one big one in the Middle East will trigger a rush to emulate. The basis on which this democratic domino theory rests has never been explicated, however. Is it hope? Neo-conservative ideological conviction? How would democracy spread to the rest of the region?

Hmm...Domino theory. Now where have a heard that before? Oh yes, VIETNAM. It must be a quagmire. A neo-con inspired one at that.

At times he also sounds like one of the Democratic hopefuls at a debate:

Similarly, the United States may have to accept a genuine internationalization of its position in Iraq. A UN-authorized multinational force encompassing contingents from major states that opposed the U.S.war against Iraq would both legitimize the American presence in Iraq as well as share the blood and treasure burden of occupation/reconstruction, which the United States is bearing almost single-handedly.

And this UN multinational force is going to be composed of whose soldiers exactly? This is a question that I would love to have answered. How many French? How many Germans? What type of soldiers? How will they get to Iraq? Who will supply them?

Then there is the question of the effect of the war in Iraq on other rogue states:

The question is difficult to answer because the declared U.S.policy of "anticipatory self-defense " is so new and because the deterrent effects, if any, on other rogue states of the U.S.preventive war against Iraq are not yet evident.

It's probably not fair to beat up on Record for events that hadn't transpired at the time that he finished his study, but I'll do it anyway. Libya, Iran, and North Korea appear to all have been impacted to some extent or another by the toppling of Saddam. As I said, it was probably tough for Record to foresee these events so he can't really be faulted for not addressing the question of whether the U.S. policy of "anticipatory self-defense" was working. Or can he?

In fact, Operation IRAQI FREEDOM appears, at least so far, to have had the opposite effect on North Korea and Iran. Even before the war, North Korea, perhaps in response to having been declared an "evil "state and in anticipation of being second on the U.S.attack list after Iraq, announced that it was accelerating its nuclear weapons program. Iran also revealed a potential nuclear program more advanced than most suspected.

So it was too soon to make a call and yet he made one anyway? A call that appears to be quite incorrect.

In summary his position is:

In conflating Saddam Hussein's Iraq and Osama bin Laden's al-Qaeda,the administration unnecessarily expanded the GWOT by launching a preventive war against a state that was not at war with the United States and that posed no direct or imminent threat to the United States at the expense of continued attention and effort to protect the United States from a terrorist organization with which the United States was at war.

Back to that imminent threat thread. The interesting thing is that, other than saying that the money spent on the war in Iraq and the occupation could better have been spent of homeland security, Record does little to prove that it was waged "at the expense of the continued attention and effort to protect the United States" from al-Qaeda.

Having said all this I still believe that the study is worth reading. It would be a mistake for supporters of the war in Iraq to dismiss all criticism of it, and not address legitimate critiques such as Record's. Statements such as this from the WaPo story are not helpful:

Larry DiRita, the top Pentagon spokesman, said he had not read the Record study. He added: "If the conclusion is that we need to be scaling back in the global war on terrorism, it's not likely to be on my reading list anytime soon."

Rather than ignoring studies such as this or hoping that they just go away (given the state of the media today they won't), they need to examined and, if possible, refuted.

On great point that Record makes that I first heard mentioned by Claudia Rosett is the name of the war itself.

The chief problem with this GWOT goal, however, is that terrorism is not a proper noun.

On this, I could not agree with Record more. The "war on terrorism" is a horribly inadequate phrase.

UPDATE: For more on Record's study check out this post by Jan Haugland.

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The Numbers Don't Lie. Does Paul Krugman?

Eloise at Spitbull exposes Paul Krugman's inability to use a calculator. Rumor has it that she's quite the math wiz.





Now The Real Fun Begins

The preliminary round is over. We're down to the sixteen finalists in the contest to pick the best regular guest on the Hugh Hewitt radio show. Now it's a head to head competition. Mano a mano.

We've seeded the sixteen remaining guests based on voting in the first round, and split them into four geographic regions.

Mark Steyn has the #1 seed and will stay home in the East. He'll face off against the #16 seed, Erwin Chemerinsky. Meanwhile, #8 seed Claudia Rosett will meet #9 seed David Allen White in the other East match up.

The second seed went to James Lileks and he will also enjoy the advantages of home in the Midwest Regional. He'll take on the #15 seed, Kathryn Jean Lopez in the opener. #7 seed Freddie "the Beadle" Barnes has a showdown with #10 seed Emmett of the Unblinking Eye (and infrequently updated website).

In the West John McIntyre, the third seed, will take on the #14 seed, Morton Kondracke. The #6 seed, Tarzana Joe meets the eleventh seed, David Dreier.

And last but not least, in the South we will see if fourth seeded John Campbell can buy his way to another victory when he goes up against noted blogger, and the #13 seed, Professor Bainbridge. The formidable fifth seed Frank Gaffney and the always dangerous #12 seed, John Eastman meet in the other South Regional match up. Voting in the South begins today and ends tomorrow morning.

If you happen to have way too much time on your hands, and want to take a shot and picking the results of this contest feel free. Whoever comes out of the East will face the winner of the South in the semis, and the West champion and Midwest survivor will also clash.




Back to the Well of Despair

Nick Coleman thinks all people, in particular, the homeless, should be given unfettered access to the St. Paul Winter Carnival Ice Palace. The financial consequences be damned. And if they don?t get in for free, then nobody should get in. These are the facts of the case and they are not in dispute. They have been well established, in a column he wrote before the holidays, called "In the Shadow of Ice, A Warm Welcome."

For its cliched, cloying sentimentality and shameful exploitation of a homeless man's death to enable his guilt trip projection, many veteran media observers feel that was the worst column written in the history of the Twin Cities.

Maybe Coleman is aware of this dishonor (you folks are sending him the Fraters links, right?). Because he's taking another shot at writing the exact same column, maybe with an eye on improvement. This time entitled: "Wall Around the Ice Palace Will Freeze Out The Poor".

With a title like that, it seems to be a candidate for the worst column in Twin Cities history. But it's not the winner, if only because this time Coleman doesn't use the death of a man as cover for his sanctimony. Once again, those key paragraphs were:

Too bad the homeless won't appreciate the splendors of the ice palace. That's because the latest in a long line of palaces stretching back to the Winter Carnival's founding in 1886 will include a feature never seen before: A 10-foot-high perimeter wall to protect it from the prying eyes of the poor.

One regular was a wounded Vietnam War veteran named Robin, an alcoholic who camped in the brush and woods around the edge of downtown St. Paul.

Last spring, police found Robin near the Cathedral of St. Paul, on the steps that overlook a panorama of downtown, dead from an apparent stroke. It would've been a perfect spot from which to see an ice castle.


Maybe somebody in management got to him, maybe his conscience got to him, maybe somebody from the Pulitzer Prize committee for embarrassing melodrama got to him and let him know his nomination is already in the bag. But, he doesn't use that example again.

That's not to say he doesn't have some fresh bile to spew on the city's efforts to promote itself in fiscally responsible manner:

I have attended Winter Carnival events my whole life, and the only thing charming about freezing your keister off is the pleasure of doing it with your friends, neighbors and fellow citizens -- and doing it for free.

Nick Coleman is a rich, rich man. Bordering on filthy, according to reliable, though unconfirmed reports. He has a rich, rich wife (one with 20/20 Insight, no less). They live and write their weekly his and hers weepers for the poor from one of the posh sections of St. Paul. And to him, the only charming thing about the Winter Carnival is .... enjoying it for free? Cheap bastard. But wholly consistent with the behavior of a rich liberal.

Nick Coleman could write a check and take every Winter Carnival-loving homeless person in town to the Ice Palace and it probably wouldn't make a dent in his weekly latte and scone budget. But instead, he chooses harangue the efforts of the non-profit group in charge, because he wants to go for free!?

He goes further yet. He's not only angry that he and the poor can't get in for free. He seems annoyed that they're even building an Ice Palace in the first place:

But some people won't be able to see past the icy walls. They will be frozen out, unable to afford the price of admission. People seem to balk at acknowledging that we are investing $8 million in a "building" that will last 17 days, while many needs go unmet.

Under these conditions, if any "needs" go unmet, there can't be spending for any civic promotion of this nature. And with people like Coleman, there's always another need. As long as they're not personally responsible for it's resolution.

Coleman, of course, doesn't advocate the cessation of Winter Carnival Ice Palaces to pay for a perpetual list of social ills. He still has to play populist, and he knows the people love these things. So instead, he leaves the argument as:

Those icy walls don't have to come down. But the barriers should.

Meaning, I suppose, that private parties shouldn't be allowed to build the Ice Palace without taking a guaranteed financial loss? Remember, the last Ice Palace (with free admission) lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and threatened the continuing existence of the Winter Carnival. The admission fee this time is nothing more than a user fee, that allows those who enjoy the product to finance its existence. Maybe not a perfect solution - at least to the handful of homeless folks who care about such things. But it's certainly better than the alternative. That is, government subsidy. Otherwise known as forcing all citizens of the state (or city) to pay for it, whether they want to see it or not. And somehow that's more fair than denying a few homeless who don't have rich newspaper writer benefactors to get them in the door?

Of course, there is one other alternative. Not having any Ice Palace at all, ever again. If the homeless can't enjoy it, then none of us can. I suspect that?s a resolution Nick Coleman could comfortably live with.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2004

A Startling Molehill

Powerline is on the case of exposing the fraudulent nature of the 60 Minutes story on Paul O?Neill. They post the transcript of a Today Show interview this morning with O'Neill. Turns out he didn?t claim the Bush administration initiated a plot against Saddam before Sept. 11. Instead, they were engaged in the common process of updating contingency plans. Plans started by the Clinton administration, whose stated goal was regime change as well.

Hard to say how much blame O?Neill should get for allowing this story to get so far out of hand. Perhaps he was an unwitting patsy manipulated and shamelessly edited out of context by Leslie Stahl and the bomb squad at CBS News. Perhaps he was a willing accomplice in this, allowing half truths and creative misinterpretation to flourish in order to bolster his wounded ego. I think the latter. As evidence, here are his conflicting comments. First, from this morning?s Today Show:

O'NEILL: Yeah, and the other thing that's good, today the book is going to be available, and this red meat frenzy that's occurred when people didn't have anything except snippets -- as an example, you know, people are trying to make a case that I said the president was planning war in Iraq early in the administration. Actually, there was a continuation of work that had been going on in the Clinton administration with the notion that there needed to be regime change in Iraq.

COURIC: So you see nothing wrong with that being at the top of the president's agenda 10 days after the inauguration?

O'NEILL: Absolutely not. One of the candidates had said this confirms his worst suspicions. I'm amazed that anyone would think that our government, on a continuing basis across political administrations, doesn't do contingency planning and look at circumstances.


Now from 60 Minutes on Sunday:

?From the very beginning, there was a conviction, that Saddam Hussein was a bad person and that he needed to go,? says O?Neill, who adds that going after Saddam was topic "A" 10 days after the inauguration - eight months before Sept. 11.

It was all about finding a way to do it. That was the tone of it. The president saying ?Go find me a way to do this,?" says O?Neill. ?For me, the notion of pre-emption, that the U.S. has the unilateral right to do whatever we decide to do, is a really huge leap.?


A continuation of work that had been going on in the previous administration or a ?huge leap? in preemption and unilateralism? A clear contradiction in statements by O?Neill. Although his original comments on 60 minutes weren?t even as bad as the media made them out to be. In this same report, Leslie Stahl framed it as:

And what happened at President Bush's very first National Security Council meeting is one of O'Neill's most startling revelations.

In any case, O?Neill?s character has been revealed and it's not pretty. Seeing this makes me chuckle even more at a video clip shown during the 60 Minutes piece. Bush, O?Neill and about 50 others were gathered around a long table for some economic summit/promotional stunt. A woman was speaking about how honored she was to address a man of such high stature and character. Although she was clearly referring to the President, she didn?t mention him by name. After her platitudes, Bush broke in and said ?she must be a real fan of O?Neill?. There was scattered laughter, then Bush broke in again and said ?Hey Paul, we finally found one.? This brought huge laughs, including from the President himself (but not from O'Neill).

One final comment on the Today Show interview this morning. My favorite part is Katie Couric rushing to judgment on a set of incorrect facts provided by a suspect source, then adding superficial analysis - and then positioning it as the product of deep thinking:

COURIC: But you say nowhere did you ever see evidence that Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction. Well, an intelligent person would draw the conclusion that those charges were being trumped up by the administration as a rationale for the invasion.

O'NEILL: No, that's not what I've said.


Yikes. If that?s what intelligence gets you, I?d hate to see the conclusions drawn by some vapid airhead.





What The World Needs Now Is Another Timothy Leary

The Star Tribune had a blurb in today's paper (not available online unfortunately) on Jesse Ventura's response to being asked what message he will bring to Harvard. You knew that Jesse was going to be teaching at Harvard didn't you? Anyway here's what "the Mind" had to say:

"I'm sick and tired of the fact that we're at war, and they're no protest going on. So I'm going to be the new Timothy Leary. I'm going to go out and fire up these young college kids so we can get some good protesting, like the '60s."

Ah yes the 60's. The good old days of tuning in, turning on, and dropping out. And the protests? Man, they were the best. Need it even be mentioned that Ventura is a wistfully nostaglic Boomer?

Later Jesse added:

"I'm goin' out there to teach. I don't bother with second-rate schools or the lower division. You know, if you're going to teach, you go to the top, you go to the pinnacle, and where can you go any higher than Harvard? "

Where indeed Jesse? Where indeed?

Rumor has it that with the dawn of the Jesse Ventura Era, the folks at Harvard are considering a new advertising campaign to more accurately reflect the make-up of their faculty.

"Harvard: it's not just for intellectuals anymore."





A Moment Of Clarity

I found myself in a liquor store last Friday perusing the Scotch selection. JB's birthday was fast approaching and, since what he really desired was illegal in forty nine states including Minnesota, I figured I'd go with the ol' tried and true.

A helpful and very knowledgeable staffer approached me and we were soon deep into conversation about the virtues of various distilleries and their products. I mentioned that I had received a bottle of The Macallan Cask Strength as a Christmas gift. (Brief side note: If you have a bottle of very good Scotch on hand it is necessary to have another bottle of lesser quality Scotch as well. This insures that you will not deplete the top shelf stuff too quickly. It's also a good back up if guests stop by and you wish to offer them a drink.) I explained that the Macallan Cask Strength was going fast and my need for a bottle of good, but not quite as good, Scotch to compliment it.

"Of course, you are cutting it with water aren't you?", he inquired on the particulars of my consumption of The Macallan Cask Strength.

For the briefest moment time paused. I had a clear choice in front of me as to my response:

1. Lie to save face and keep up appearances. "Why of course I'm cutting it with water. Do you take for some sort of Scotch drinking amateur? I've been cutting it with water for years."

2. Shamefully admit my ignorance and gain knowledge. "Uhh...no, I've been drinking it straight."

I chose the latter and I did indeed discover something new. Cask strength means that the whisky is bottled as is straight from the cask rather than being mixed with water. Single malt Scotch is typically between eighty and eighty six proof or forty to forty three percent alcohol content by volume. The Macallan Cask Strength is around 120 proof. It is intended that you cut it with water, although how much water you add is totally up to you. Which for many Scotch connoisseurs is the appeal of cask strength whisky.

This old dog just learned a new trick.





I'll Always Remember That I Had A Swingin' Time

I have just returned from four days in Vegas with the lovely Atomizerette very broke and, yes, still single.

I achieved my goal of littering the neon-desert landscape with Fraters Libertas business cards so welcome to all of you new readers who happened to visit the same bathrooms as I. To whoever picked up a card from the stack of ads for topless dancers at the bus stop outside the Stardust, I now give you full frontal nudity.

I did not succeed in my goal of coming home with enough cash to quit my job and enslave all who have ever done me wrong (that day will come, however...). This failing is due in no small part to the fact that the blackjack dealers at the California Hotel are complete wankers and that the Patriots and Eagles didn't even have the decency to cover the spread. I hereby curse them and their fans for all of eternity.

On a lighter note, we did enjoy an fine evening of Elvis impersonators at the annual Elvis Extravaganza national finals and fan convention hosted by the Westward Ho. Details of that event are forthcoming. In the meantime, here is a photo from last year's show which, I can proudly say, we attended as well.

I also must say that I had nothing to do with the closing of Binion's Horseshoe. I was one of the last few allowed into the casino before federal marshals seized their assets, but I was not involved. Really. I'm not lying.





Monday, January 12, 2004

Stretched Too Thin?

I'm a bit surprised that more has not been made of this Army War College study by Dr. Jeffrey Record, that questions whether the war with Iraq was necessary. It also examines the impact that war in Iraq has had on the broader war against terrorists, in particular Al Qaeda, and whether U.S. forces are being stretched too thin.

Phil Carter at Intel Dump and Mark Lewis at Acquire, Identify, Engage have commented on it, but it doesn't seem to be creating much of a buzz otherwise.

I have not had a chance to read it yet myself, but whether you agree with the conclusions or not, the study seems to raise very legitimate questions that deserve to be discussed.

UPDATE: I just finished reading the entire "study" which could be more accurately described as a very, very long editorial with footnotes. When you start seeing the label "neocon" tossed around you know the author has an axe or two to grind.

Reader James Phillips e-mails with more on Dr. Jeffrey Record:

Dr. Jeffrey Record, the author of the Army War College/SSI study has a book coming out in April 2004: Dark Victory: America's Second War Against Iraq.

The Amazon.com editorial review states:

"Record faults the administration for preventive, unilateralist policies that alienated friends and allies, weakened international institutions important to the United States, and saddled America with costly, open-ended occupation of an Arab heartland. He contends that far from being a major victory against terrorism, the war provided Islamic jihadists an expanded recruiting base and a new front of operations against Americans. Such a solid, thought-provoking study merits attention."

Uh, noooo. Such a "solid, thought-provoking study" is already dated. Frankly, anyone who continues to refer to "unilateralist policies" should not be given any credibility.

Record is a former Democrat staffer for Senators Nunn and Lloyd Benson. He has also been (or is, I do not know) associated with the Brookings and Hudson Institutes. Sometime back then, there were some stories going around about the civilian faculty at the military universities being very similar in temperament to their colleagues in the "civilian" universities.






Mighty Brettsy Strikes Out

There's not much I can add to the Warrior Monk's taunting comments on yesterday's Packer game. Although I am no longer the passionate Purple fan that I was in the past, I still take great joy in watching the Green and Gold fold. At times a Packers loss can almost be sweeter than a Vikings victory. Yesterday was one of those times.

And as much as the devastated Packer fans will lament the blown fourteen point lead, the inexcusable failure of the Green Bay defense to stop the Eagles on fourth and twenty six, and second guess the fourth down decisions of Mike Sherman, in their heart of hearts they know that the game was lost because Brett Favre, the sainted one, coughed it up. As the Warrior Monk acknowledged, Favre is a great quarterback, probably one of the ten best to ever play the game. But he is not, despite what die hard Packer fans may think, the best of all time. That fact was once again driven home in yesterday's game.

Favre's gun slinging, risk taking, style has worked more often than not in the past, and is one of the key reasons for his success. But it is also the source of his greatest failings. In overtime, in the playoffs, you CANNOT make the throw that he did yesterday. It was a welcome relief to hear the game announcers, who typically slather Favre with fawning praise, pause for a moment and actually criticize his incredibly poor decision.

The Packers missed a golden opportunity to knock off the #1 seed in the NFC and a chance to advance to the Super Bowl. You gotta believe that had they won yesterday, they would have carried over that momentum into Carolina, and from there to Houston.

But today there is no joy in Cheeseville. For Mighty Brettsy struck out.





The Most Interesting Theory That I've Heard So Far...

JB reminds me that another element to our theory on the evolution of political thought is what he likes to call "Levels of Abstraction". As in how many levels of abstract thought are you to able to go to when seeking to understand a particular issue. Leftists tend to stop at one level while those who are more "evolved", can take it to another level.





I Wonder, Who's Lying Now?

Long time friend of Fraters, Gary Larson once again demonstrates that the Minneapolis Star Tribune will never let the facts get in the way of a good Bush-bashing editorial.





Here We Go Again

Fasten your seat belts boys and girls, voting in the second elimination pool to determine the best guest on the Hugh Hewitt radio show begins today. The top eight move on, the bottom two get the boot. This is a very strong pool top to bottom and should be very competitive.

Voting in this pool closes Tuesday at midnight CST.





Saturday, January 10, 2004

Weather As News

MEMORANDUM

TO: ABC News Radio Division

RE: Weather as news

After listening to your national news broadcast on the radio today I have a bit of information that I wish to pass along. Here in the vast open spaces of fly-over country in the Upper Midwest, people do not, I repeat do not, give a flying frick that it's three degrees below zero in Boston today. We are also not interested in hearing a live piece by a ninny reporter about on how cold it is in Time's Square. We do not care that, even though the reporter "bundled up" and "put on the warmest clothes he owned", he was still cold. This is not news. This is what we live with all the time. Just because there happens to be a mild cold snap in the Northeast do not assume that anyone other than self-absorbed media types such as yourself is concerned. Because we aren't. Put on a hat and shut the hell up.





Final Tallies

Ten guests in the pool. Eight move on. Two go home. The results with 749 votes cast:

Mark Steyn 315 42%
John McIntyre 108 14%
John Campbell 90 12%
Tarzana Joe 66 9%
Fred Barnes 51 7%
Claudia Rosett 49 7%
Professor Bainbridge 34 5%
Erwin Chemerinsky 16 2%

These eight will move on to the next round. After voting in the second elimination pool is complete, the sixteen guests remaining will be seeded based on number of votes received and tournament play will commence.

Peter Beinart 15 2%
Howard Kurtz 5 1%

These two guests have been eliminated. Let us never speak of them again.

Coming Monday: voting in the second pool.





NPR Voices

What?s up with the Saturday morning voices on NPR? The male voices, in particular. Scott Simon, a dozen other regular commentators, guests, interview subjects, taped promotions for other shows. Every last one of them for the past two hours has delivered his words in a prim, precise little whisper. They all sound as if they?re gathered around the microphone while curled in the fetal position with their jammies on.

You don't hear this anywhere else in the media. Probably because the rest of the media needs to attract an audience, and thanks to your tax dollars, NPR doesn't care about that. But I'm not sure if this is an intentional delivery style based on marketing research (did testosterone test badly in the focus groups?) or if it?s just the influence of Scott Simon. He?s the host, the alpha male as it were, setting the tone for all. And he?s prissiest, lispiest voice in the media since Truman Capote. If it wasn?t for the Nina Totenberg reports, the show wouldn?t have any authoritative male presence at all.





Why They Hate Us

Ed at Captain's Quarters helps explain the roots of anti-Americanism. Barry Williams raps ?!?





The Polls Have Closed

The official results from the first elimination pool voting will be released later today, but we can announce that Peter Beinart has joined Howard Kurtz on the trail of tears. Welcome to Loserville, Peter. Population: you.

Let's all give Peter a nice send off with a nasally voiced rendition of 'Hey, Hey, Hey, Goodbye'.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, ___ nah,nah, nah, nah, ___hey, hey, hey...."





Friday, January 09, 2004

Finding A Diamond In The Rough

Hugh Hewitt floated the idea of the Dean "Hindenburg" among a slew of other notions that he tossed out this week. Brad Jones at Infinite Monkeys took Hugh's rough, unfinished concept, and polished it into a fine gem. While Hugh may choose not to recognize Brad's effort, we appreciate quality when we see it.





You Say You Want An Evolution

Over the years JB Doubtless and I have formulated a theory on the evolution of political thought that many people experience. It's hardly earth shattering, and it based primarily on thoughts previously aired elsewhere. I'm not going to get into a great deal of detail on it now, but will present a very simplified version of it to give you the gist of it.

Childhood: You learn and accept traditional ideas about patriotism, right and wrong, democracy, etc.

Young adult (often in college): These traditional ideas are challenged and often rejected as you become "enlightened" about the "real" state of affairs in the world. Lefties are usually born at this stage.

For some this is where their evolution ends. They've discovered the "truth" and need not challenge it further.

Others continue to evolve and eventually come to a realization that those traditional ideas do, after all, contain a great deal of merit. They often embrace what they once rejected. This is how people can become pragmatic conservatives.

Disclaimer: By no means do we propose that this is the process that everyone goes through. I would have probably described myself as a conservative my whole life, as I'm sure would many others. But it does appear to be a fairly common path.

The theory can also be applied in some respects to religious beliefs. And in that area my life probably has followed this pattern to a certain extent. While I never completely rejected the religious beliefs that I learned as a child, I did stray from them in my twenties and tended to adopt more secular values during those years, before returning to once again accept many of them now.

The reason that I bring this up is that I've been reading Stephen M. Barr's remarkable book Modern Physics and Ancient Faith. I highly recommend it, particularly to anyone who considers themselves too smart or rational to believe in God. Barr seeks to demonstrate that the conventional wisdom that scientific progress has been running up a string of victories for what he calls "scientific materialists" over religious believers, from the time of Galileo to today is quite misguided. In fact Barr believes that scientific discoveries in the last fifty years, especially in physics, have actually aided the cause of those who believe that there is a creator of the universe.

Early on Barr describes why he believes so many in the scientific community have a hard time accepting the idea that science and religious belief might be compatible. He describes it as the "difficulty of undergoing two revolutions in one's thinking" and his words cogently capture the concept that we had proposed on the evolution of political thought:

G.K. Chesterton once compared his own intellectual development to the voyage of an English yachtsman "who slightly miscalculated his course and discovered England under the impression that it was a new island in the South Seas." The yachtsman of his story "landed (armed to the teeth and talking by signs) to plant the British flag on that barbaric temple which turned out to be the Pavilion at Brighton."

Those who manage to pass through intellectual adolescence all follow a journey that is somewhat like that. They are taught some simple truths as children, only to discover as teenagers or young adults that those truths were far too simple and that they themselves were embarrassingly simple to have accepted them. They strike off on their own, leaving the comfortable mental world of their childhood to find a wider and stranger world of ideas. They may experience this world as disturbing or liberating, but in any event it is more exciting. If they are fortunate, however, they may come to rediscover for themselves the truths they were taught as children. They may return home, as T.S. Eliot put it, and know it for the first time. If so, they may see that, although they first learned these truths as simple children, neither the truths themselves nor the people who taught them were quite as simple as they supposed.

This requires, however, the difficult feat of questioning twice in one's life--of undergoing two revolutions in one's thinking. It requires being critical even of the ideas that one encountered in the first flush of critical thinking in one's youth.






Making A Call

The polls will be open for another nine hours but T.E.V.S. (The Elder Voting Service) has projected a loser in the first elimination pool in the 'Hugh's Best Guest' competition. Pack your bag Howard Kurtz. The dream is over.

It remains to be seen who will join Howard in sharing the dubious distinction of being one of two people eliminated in the pool of ten. Right now Erwin Chemerinsky clings to a one vote lead over Peter Bienart. In the event of a tie these two contestants will appear in a whiny-voiced three hour debate on Hugh's show on Monday to determine a winner. Please people, in the name of all that is holy, I urge, nay beg, you to vote now to ensure that we have a clear winner.

Meanwhile the most interesting development in the jockeying for seeding position among the rest of the contestants is the late surge that has propelled John McIntyre into third place. He's within a whisker of John Campbell and second place, although he is still far behind the runaway leader Mark Steyn.

Voting in the second pool (yes, the one with Lileks) opens Monday.





Mind Your Manners

More on rules and etiquette.

First, a snowmobiling code of ethics from the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources. A certain talk radio host would do well to study the entire list but particularly this one:

3. I will not damage living trees, shrubs, or other natural features. I will go out only when there is sufficient snow so that I will not damage the land.

And from the fine folks at Modern Drunkard Magazine, The 86 Rules of Boozing. Read and obey them all especially:

65. Before you die, single-handedly make one decent martini.





Meet The New Josh

The Star Tribune published an editorial today by one Josh Marshall on the attempts by David Brooks and Joel Mowbray among others, to portray any criticism of "neocons" as anti-Semitic. And he makes him some good points in a rational thoughtful manner. I think I might like reading more from this Josh fellow. He seems very down to earth and not the least bit pretentious. Too bad he doesn't have his own blog.





'Cause Jesse Ventura's At Harvard

From an article in today's Star Tribune on former professional wrestler, XFL announcer, and governor of Minnesota, Jesse Ventura accepting Harvard's offer of a visiting fellowship:

Ventura's postsecondary credentials consist of one term at North Hennepin Community College after he got out of the Navy in 1973. By some accounts, he was a pretty fair student. But his career quickly veered into bar bouncing, body-building and professional wrestling, followed by several stints in radio and TV broadcasting, and finally politics.

The man clearly is Harvard material. I wonder if Hugh was ever a bouncer.





Thursday, January 08, 2004

Rules Of The Game

Apparently a lot of our readers don't bother to read the instructions when they have to assemble something or the rules when they break out a new board game. Either that or they're glossing over the meaty substance of our posts looking for words like "applebottoms" or "Trashelle from the Real World".

For despite the fact that I quite clearly spelled out exactly how the competition to determine the best guest on Hugh's show was going to go down, I have received a number of e-mails asking "Where's Lileks?" and "Where's Frank Gaffney?" and "What about the other Smart Guy without the whiny voice?".

They're coming people. They're coming. On Monday the voting will begin on the second pool of ten guests. A little patience please.

I've also been asked why I have not included myself on the list. Although I am not a regular guest, the clip of my insightful analysis of the signing of Bartolo Colon does appear at some point on Hugh's show week in and week out. I even understand that a "Draft the Elder" movement has started to try to get me into the race.

While I'm quite flattered and humbled by the idea, it may be viewed as compromising the integrity of the competition. Accordingly, I shall not seek, and I will not accept, the title of best guest on the Hugh Hewitt show.

Good night and God bless you all.





Early Returns Indicate...

It is far too early to make a call based on the preliminary results of the first elimination round in the Hugh's Best Guest competition, but I can say with some confidence that the guy with the funny accent has nothing to worry about. And no, I'm not talking about Erwin Chemerinsky.





Stairmaster Of Brainerd?

I've received quite a few emails in the last few days asking for more of my two-bit rants on things in my everyday life.

Today's occurred to me at the gym.

Stairmasters. They're for women, okay? A guy on one of those just don't look right.

Period.

There's something about the side-to-side action that is required in the hips that makes dames look beauty-ful when operating the machinery and dudes look, well, less-than-manly.

You can lift, ride the bikes, run on the treadmills or whatever else you want, but stairmasters are the exclusive providence of the gals.





Who Is The Least Fishy?

One of the great things about Hugh Hewitt's radio show is the high caliber of guests that appear on a regular basis. Hugh is smart enough to realize that there are many informed and entertaining voices out there with a good deal to offer. He provides them with an opportunity to speak to a national radio audience and they provide a wide ranging variety of insightful commentary for said audience.

But who is the Alpha guest? The guest that would most be missed if they didn't make their weekly appearance? I have my opinions on the matter as I'm sure do most listeners of the show. But rather than engage in a long and fruitless debate over the merits of each guest, we've decided to settle the matter with a little competition.

The format is simple. We've assembled a list of twenty of the regulars on Hugh's show. It's mostly based on the listing from Hugh's webpage, with a little bit of tweaking. The twenty names were divided into two pools of ten each.

The preliminary round will be an elimination round. Voters will select their favorite from among ten choices. The top eight vote getters in each pool will advance. The two at the bottom will receive lovely parting gifts. The Time-Life folk series if I'm not mistaken.

After voting is completed in both pools the remaining sixteen will be seeded #1 through #16 based on the number of votes they received. Then tournament play will begin with #1 facing #16, #2 facing #15, etc. So it's not only important to survive the elimination round, it's key to get as many votes as possible to improve your seeding.

We'll play down to eight, then the final four, and finally the showdown between the two survivors. And then the Guest of Guests will be crowned.

Today the competition kicks off with the first pool. Voting will remain open for only two days, so get in early. On Monday voting on the second pool will begin and by next Thursday we'll be ready for the first one on one face-offs.





Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Food For Thought

After hearing Roger L. Simon on the Hugh Hewitt radio show yesterday, and reading the latest on the "soul of liberalism" from Jeff Jarvis, Michael J. Totten, and the Armed Liberal today, I got to thinking.

All of these folks were liberal Democrats before 9/11. Some still consider themselves to be (at least the liberal part). Now they find themselves supporting Bush -- to some extent or another-- and seriously doubting whether they could vote for Howard Dean.

Have you heard of anyone who says, "Well, I was a pretty conservative Republican. Then 9/11 came along and changed everything" ???

Just a little morsel to chew on.





Cold Enough For You?

To set the record straight, I wasn't whining about the cold when I expressed my views on winter attire.

It was a cold day yesterday. But that didn't prevent me from heading down to my neighborhood park and skating under the moonlight for a good forty minutes last night. I like winter and get out and enjoy it every chance I get.

And I'm well aware that the winters in North Dakota are much harsher than in Minneapolis. I spent five years in Grand Forks and learned the real meaning of wind chill for the first time in my life. I was living there back in the late 80's-early 90's when the governor of North Dakota took the unprecedented step of shutting down EVERY school in the state--including the University of North Dakota (a school which I'm proud to say has not offered a fellowship to Jesse Ventura)-- for a couple of days because of temps in the negative twenties and thirties and ridiculous wind chills (eighty to ninety below). I lived in a house off-campus with four other guys and we were basically stranded for a week, since not one of our cars would start in the deep freeze. We had to battle the elements daily in order to walk to the liquor store (we weren't going to class-we had to do something). It was a wintry hell.

I also know about the cold weather toughness of the natives in North Dakota. For two years I coached youth hockey in Grand Forks and we often practiced outside. The only conditions under which practice would be cancelled was if the actually temp was below zero or the wind chill was greater than twenty below. I'm taking kids as young as five here. If it was above zero and not overly windy (which in North Dakota means less then 20mph) you were expected to be there. And most of the time the kids were. I learned a couple of things from this experience:

1. They raise some hearty folks up there.

2. A plastic whistle was essential.

It's hard to imagine the over-protective parents of today in Woodbury or Eden Prairie allowing their coddled little urchins to set foot on a hockey rink unless it was at least twenty degrees with calm winds. And not too much sun. Those UV rays can be harmful. And if Seth's allergies are acting up he can't stay outside very long. And...

Mitch is correct that many Minnesotans do whine about the cold. It's just that I ain't one of 'em.





Hall of Fame Name

Paul Molitor?s smiling face is featured in both local sports sections today. The accompanying articles include reports such as:

Molitor popped a champagne cork and headed to the Dome for a series of interviews, before leaving for New York and the national talk-show circuit. He described his feelings over the last few days to "out-of-body experiences?

Many people seem to believe all this elation is based on his election into baseball?s Hall of Fame yesterday. Perhaps. But I think something else may be at work here. According to the Pioneer Press:

Among well-wishers at the Metrodome, where the Twins held a news conference for Molitor's first-ballot election announcement Tuesday, were Paul's sisters Carol, Vicki, Mary, Barbie and Judy, brother Dave .... and Paul's fiancée Destini

A 45-year-old guy with fiancee named Destini? Who spells her name with two i?s? Talk about hitting a home run. Or is that stealing home?






A Muslim Voice For Dean (And Bush)

Nadir Hassan is a Pakistani student at Northwestern University who wants Howard Dean to be the Democratic nominee because he believes George Bush is good for the Muslim world:

Howard Dean, showing himself to be the moral vacuum he undoubtedly is, said "I suppose it's a good thing" upon hearing of Saddam's forced removal. This is why he does not have a chance in hell against Bush. The American people must realize the importance of freedom and not give Dean the chance to fiddle while the Muslim world burns.

I feel like puking with disgust whenever I see a "no war" sign painted on The Rock. Liberals need to realize it is only at gunpoint that extremist Muslims will learn that anti-Semitism is not a lifestyle choice, and suicide bombings will not result in a Palestinian state. You control mass murderers with war, not resolutions and court orders.

When I visited my ancestral homeland of Afghanistan last year, I felt safe in the knowledge that I would not be incarcerated for being a beardless, non-praying, T-shirt-and-jean-wearing individual. That freedom was exhilarating. It was a freedom no one in the country enjoyed until Bush came dashing in like the Texas sheriff he is so often portrayed as being.

Which is why I urge College Republicans -- all five of them -- to rally behind Dean during the primary season.

And then come November and Bush's landslide victory, I will feel safer and freer.






Well, He Has An Egg-Shaped Head

When you hear the name Harvard certain words pop into your head.

Prestigious. Classical campus. Elite academic environment. Illustrious list of graduates. Training ground for future leaders.

And now Jesse Ventura?

MSNBC's loss may be Harvard's gain. Former Minnesota Gov. Jesse Ventura, whose talk show was canceled by the cable network, has been offered a new gig, as a visiting fellow at the Institute of Politics at the John F. Kennedy School of Public Affairs at Harvard, according to institute Director Dan Glickman.

Yes, quite a coup for the Crimson. The alums must be so very proud. How about a rousing rendition of Fair Harvard to welcome Jesse on board? Why don't you start it off Hugh?

(Thanks to reader PH for the tip)




I Need A Reason?

From Modern Drunkard magazine (thanks for the tip, Elder), today's reason to get soused is the invention of the Flying V guitar on this date in 1958. Vodka tonics are recommended. I guess I can drink to that.

Tomorrow's reason? One hint: the recommended drink is a "Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love".

You better believe I'll be drinking to that.

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Sartorial Sins Of The Fathers

So I'm breezing in to work this morning trying to dodge the slower moving pedestrian traffic in the walkways when I spot today's Fashion Foo Paw.

It is being committed by a business dude, about 40 years of age, sporting a tie and dress pants...and no this individual did not don an obnoxiously-hued ski jacket, when HE was leaving the house he made the unfortunate decision to sport a black, full-length leather coat with a belt! I repeat, a belt!

Who are you anyway, Shaft?

Leather jackets have, as a rule, been played out for years. In fact, St. Paul used to refer to them as The Ubiqutous Black Leather Jacket or UBLJ's for short during our years of carousing at various Minneapolis bars.

But full-length WITH a belt? That is one bold statement to make, especially in Minnesota.

I could almost hear the wah-wah guitar starting as he strode down the walk.





Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Monkey Business

James once again demonstrates why he is indeed the Chosen Monkey. Larry can't be happy that his plans have been disclosed.

Meanwhile it looks like Robb has been tapped, and is now a made man in the geek mafia.





Better To Retain Heat Than Look Neat

I have to take exception to JB's advice on winter wardrobes. When it's morbidly cold outside like it is today, fashion takes a back seat to comfort.

I wore what could be described as a "ski jacket" to work today, complimented by a pair of Hotfingers gloves. Of course I was also sporting jeans and an Irish fishing sweater (at least that's what it brings to my mind-I constantly have to fight the urge to hum the Irish Spring jingle when I'm wearing it) instead of traditional bidness attire so my winter wear wasn't as out of place as in the example that JB noted.

During my college days I learned that staying warm was much more important than looking cool. After a couple of episodes of damn near freezing my ears off as I walked across the bitterly cold, wind swept campus of the University of North Dakota, I realized that I would rather put up with hat hair than frostbite.

Unless you can afford to drop some big ching, most business appropriate outer wear just ain't all that warm, especially when you're talking significant wind chill factors.

I can handle winter weather. In fact I rather enjoy it. But if I'm going to deal with it I'm going to dress for it, and that means dressing warm.

By the way, just for the record, I do not now, and never have, owned a lunch tote.





Flip All That!

Allow me to weigh in on this whole swear word discussion. I?ve been known to let loose with a few f-bombs in my life, especially in times of great personal crisis like when the Twins blow a three run lead in the bottom of the ninth or when I run out of gin on a Sunday afternoon and the closest open liquor store is 40 minutes away. Man, I?m fixin? to fire one off right now just thinking about such things?.

In contrast to the Elder and J.B, however, I AM proud of it. I consider it unhealthy to hold in my rage and I get absolutely no satisfaction out of saying ?Fudge!?.

There are times, though, when I do have to candy coat my swear words and in these instances, I prefer to use the one from the sanitized TV version of "Repo Man". That is ?Flip?, as in ?Flip off!? or ?Flip you!? or ?Why don?t you shut yer? flippin? pie hole, you filthy melon farmer!? I'll leave it to your flippin? imaginations as to what ?melon farmer? refers to.





Quick Piece Of Advice

So you're getting ready for work. You don a freshly pressed pair of dress slacks, a neatly ironed white shirt, a smartly designed tie, dress shoes and a solid belt. You have shaved and showered. Your hair is neatly combed. In all, you are looking every bit the go-getter you want the world to think you are.

Then, in an act so bizarre, so brazenly weird, so quintessentially dorky you don a bright yellow and garish blue ski jacket before you leave the house. Why!
Why would you do this to yourself?

Are you heading to the slopes after work? Perhaps you are going for a tool on your "sled" during your lunch hour. Please, get yourself a proper coat that can be worn when you are going to work. You're an adult now, this is one of the things adults do. You can actually have multiple winter coats. What are you, 8 years old?

And I'll not start in about your little lunch tote that you carry along with the shame of that ski jacket.





Quite A Connoisseur of Soap

My obscenity of choice? In the truly spontaneous, no time to think, spur of the moment, pain to the brain example cited by JB I'm partial to "fudge". Except I wouldn't say "fudge". I would say THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word. As JB said, it's nothing I'm proud of, it's just the way it is.

Sometimes I also insert an addition that I picked up as a teenager even though I'm not quite sure why or what it means. "Fuggin' A." The "A" likely stands for icehole or ice itself but I don't direct it against particular individuals. I use it as a general expression of displeasure at such times as when your PC locks up right in the middle of a a bunch of work that you didn't have the foresight to save. "Fuggin' A!"

Of course it can also be used in the affirmative as in "Fuggin' A right". The mystery of the "A" continues for me.

I also have to confess to, on occasion, going with a GD as well. I know it's blasphemous and all, but there's some part of my subconscious that's hard wired with it and all attempts to suppress it from my operational vocabulary have failed. Probably a genetic thing.

Another salty expression with a religious flavor that I still employ on very rare occasions is JC. It's lower on the blasphemy scale than a GD, and could almost be interpreted as prayerful call for assistance if you're really trying hard to justify your use of it. This one I definitely picked up from family, in this case my grandfather (my Ma's Pa). He tried his darndest to sanitize it by modifying it to "Geezus Cripes!", sometimes just "Cripes!", and even "Cripes Almighty!". But when the chips were down, like the time me and JB had just finished terrorizing his hens so thoroughly that they wouldn't likely lay eggs for several weeks, he'd fall back on good ol' JC.

Actually a history of our family's flirtation with obscenity could probably make up a collection of on-going posts since we've barely scratched the surface. Don't even get me started on my Dad's brothers and their "colorful" language. Let's just say that a tapestry of obscenity is still hanging in space over Northern Wisconsin to this day.

Lord love a duck.





It's Red!

Mars, that is. NASA has released the first color image from the Exploration Rover Mission.

To quote Bart Simpson: "Cool, man!"





No Better Friend

Everyone's probably starting to suffer a bit of "donor fatigue" (I know I am) with all the various worthy causes that need assistance these days, but if you've got anything left to spare the 1st Marine Division is being redeployed to Iraq (in part of the "Sunni triangle") and the Marines are looking for help in winning over the Iraqi people by providing medical supplies, school supplies, toys, etc. to them. The Marines motto is "no better friend, no worse enemy" and this effort is aimed at reinforcing that.





"Jesus Mary and Joseph!"

We got to talking at work yesterday about swearing. I was surprised to learn that several of the women mentioned that they use the f-bomb on a fairly regular basis. Hmmm...

It got me to thinking of the go-to cuss word that we all have at the ready when an unfortunate incident befalls us. For example, you wake up Monday morning and are shuffling yourself to the bathroom when your second toe violently catches a cast iron shoe iron your Mom brought over a few weeks back. What word springs forth? I am sad to say that for me, it is a GD. Why? I've no idea. Was that the one the old man went to when he was putting chains on the car? Perhaps.

The gals at work said they went with the frankenheimer first, but many of their husbands were GD men themselves.

Now if I'm mad enough, I'll surely get around to an effer or two, but I think I use it more in the Gilbert Godfriedian mode of WHAT THE F? Keep in mind, I'm not proud of this folks, it's just the way it is.

Then I got to thinking of some of the hilarious forms of swearing my Ma had when the Elder and I were growing up. She would say (and still does come to think of it) "God Bless America!" as a cuss. And "Jesus Mary and Joseph!". One of my personal faves was "Lord love a duck". Please don't ask me to explain any of that because...I have no idea.

So what is your at-the-ready?





Monday, January 05, 2004

Maria Is Watching You

I know that some guys like to have a picture of the wife in their office, but this is ridiculous...and a little frightening.





When You?ve Got Nothing, That Says Something

Is tonight the untimely end of Dave Thompson? It just may be if his comments from last Friday night are any indication. During the course of his very listenable broadcast (which is a nice contrast to the unlistenable host he replaced in the 10PM slot - Sean Hannity), Dave twice mentioned that it might be his last show, since he hadn?t been told yet by management whether or not he needed to come back on Monday.

It seems unbelievably cold-hearted that KSTP would leave him hanging like this. He?s been around for at least 5 years years, holding down the weekend afternoon slots and competently filling-in wherever else they needed him. His willingness to be flexible earned him Reusse?s sobriquet ?the Always Available Dave Thompson?. That may sound like (and have been intended as) a slight, but in truth it revealed DT?s dedication to his job and his loyalty to the station. His broadcast style is a little dry compared to the fireworks on the Jason Lewis program or the comfortably quirky pathologies of Soucheray. But in terms of providing articulate, conservative political analysis, Dave?s as good as either of them. He knows how to filter the news for interesting subject matter, how to structure an argument and communicate it effectively, how to lead a conversation even when the callers are typically boring, and how to conduct an interview. These are the core competencies that create flow. Having these skills alone don?t make for a great show, but not having these skills does make for an awful show.

Which brings us to the question of who KSTP would consider replacing DT with. If they do axe Thompson, I suppose they could bring in some fresh talent. And if this person is brilliant, well then, the move would be justified. But considering the low prestige time slot and limited prospects for advancement (Bob Davis and Soucheray look like long term locks for the drive time slots and big time national programs take up the other attractive day parts), it seems that hiring established brilliance is a long shot.

I fear that means KSTP is going to be looking to it?s bench for a replacement. Meaning Tom Marsland, Annette Meeks, or Sarah Janecek. Meaning I?d rather listen to emergency broadcast alerts from 10 - 12. Ugh. Each dramatically fails the core competencies outlined above. Plus, they?ve got other problems. Marlsland?s voice sounds like it weighs 400 pounds, and gets heavier with every Jabba the Hut-like air sucking sound he makes. Meeks sounds like a cross between an elementary school lunch lady and Ruth Koscielak, only more shrill. Worst of all is Janezak, whose voice is fine, but whose consistent position is an apologist for politicians and government institutions, probably because she?s a legislative lobbyist by trade, and she can?t afford to lose her clients any influence.

The sorry state of the talent level among KSTP?s reserves is another sign of that station?s decline in quality over the past 12 months. And if they get rid of DT and replace him with one of these drones during the 10 PM slot (a once glorious slot, held by Lileks himself), then I?ll just have to turn my dial to the Patriot.

Hmmm ... looks like they?re running Savage and Gallagher back to back over this time period. Upon further review, maybe I?ll just go to bed early.






On-going Matters

A couple of updates:

1. We have received an impressive number of donations for the Northern Alliance Fundraising drive to buy medical supplies for the orphanage in Chihuahua, Mexico. It now appears that we will be traveling to Chihuahua during the second week of February, so if you wish to contribute you still have an opportunity. Simply hit the Pay Pal link on the top left of the page or drop me an e-mail if you want to send a check.

2. We also received a significant number of entries in the Saddam Death Pool. The earliest date that was submitted was June 30, 2004 which was picked by a couple of contestants. The latest was January 2, 2007. We'll provide another update on this pool when we get a bit closer to the first date submitted.

What if, by some unforeseen turn of fate, Saddam meets his maker before then?

We all win.





Crikey!

I've got no problem with crocodile hunter Steve Irwin dangling his baby over the open mouth of a hungry croc. If he were to dangle his baby over a hungry Michael Jackson, however, then I think we have a problem.





Me Like Bush 'Cause Me Stoopid

K-Lo at NRO points out this charming piece that explains the secret of GW's success:

It's the "Stupid factor," the S factor: Some people -- sometimes through no fault of their own -- are just not very bright.

It's not merely that some people are insufficiently intelligent to grasp the nuances of foreign policy, of constitutional law, of macroeconomics or of the variegated interplay of humans and the environment. These aren't the people I'm referring to. The people I'm referring to cannot understand the phenomenon of cause and effect. They're perplexed by issues comprising more than two sides. They don't have the wherewithal to expand the sources of their information. And above all -- far above all -- they don't think.

You know these people; they're all around you (they're not you, else you would not be reading this article this far). They're the ones who keep the puerile shows on TV, who appear as regular recipients of the Darwin Awards, who raise our insurance rates by doing dumb things, who generally make life much more miserable for all of us than it ought to be. Sad to say, they comprise a substantial minority -- perhaps even a majority -- of the populace.


I wonder how the author would explain Bill Clinton's popularity during his two terms?





Loose Ends, Split Ends

Far be it from me to question a source as unimpeachable as More magazine. No, I?d never heard of it before the Pioneer Press excerpted their article on the flight of Stillwater heart breaker Jessica Lange. But how can you doubt a magazine with a name as honest as ?More?? Whose tag line sounds like it should be: ?dedicated the perpetual acquisition of material goods?. Really - isn?t that every women?s magazine?s true purpose? Finally, someone has the stones to say it!

Per usual, our readers aren?t so easily fooled by marketing savvy as I. Regarding More magazine?s assertion ...

Perhaps Lange's decision involves more than an anticipated empty nest ? More magazine also reported that: "Then comes a string of anecdotes about what it's like to tool around in rural Minnesota with a 'No War in Iraq' bumper sticker on her car. 'I had my tires slashed,' " the star told the magazine. " 'I'm being totally serious.?

... reader Doubting Tom goes Morely Safer on their collective posteriors:

I don't believe that Lange's tires were slashed. Considering the fact that celebrities get more coverage/police pampering than anyone in the world, (Princess Di's car crash is being re-investigated for the gazillionth time...think that would happen if you or I met our end in a tunnel on I-94?...Well you maybe, you are a celebrity blogger and all.) and the fact that the editorial culture of the newsrooms in MN would love to portray the prowar side as violent wack jobs, I can't believe that this wasn't all over the news, and not just in the celebrity section.

Like you though (and probably like me quite frankly), the star struck reporter doesn't question or follow-up on the claim and Lange gets to make her neighbors look like violent creeps. I could accept a claim that she is leaving because she can't get a decent corned beef sandwich or even the Stillwater Player's production of "Rent" had too many "ubetcha's" in it to be credible. But to allege that a violent crime was committed as a reason to shake the dust of this "nice place to raise children" off her pumps, it's an insult to the good people of Stillwater.

Can the blogosphere "out" what I believe is a bogus claim that slanders Stillwater and the region?


I don?t know if it can or not. But as a charter member of the blobosphere, and an established celebrity blogger, I'll throw the challenge out to my cohorts. Uncover the secret, shocking truth of Jessica Lange's tires and any possible disinformation campaigns related to it. The first person back with the straight dope gets a free gift from the Fraters Post Holiday Gift Boutique. That's right, one of our best seller's, the Hair Cutting Umbrella. Good luck to all.





Keepin' It Real

Captain's Quarters has a post on a recent editorial in the St. Paul Pioneer Press asking readers to cease and desist with the practice of submitting canned letters to the editor, often copied from web sites or spoon fed by political campaigns. Captain Ed is quite put off by this canned letter trend as am I.

Over the years I have written a number of letters to the editor, to the Minneapolis Star Tribune as well as to local community papers. My publishing hit rate at the Strib is around 10% while it's much better with the community rags. All of the letters that I have submitted have been original content and I could not imagine attaching my name to a boiler plate rendition loaded with talking points.

Unfortunately, Ed is quite correct when he says that this practice is becoming more and more prevalent. It's especially noticeable in the local community papers which are full of such pap, particularly in the run up to an election.

And it's not limited to one side of the political fence. I've received solicitations to submit such canned letters from local political campaigns as well as the state party apparatus that I am affiliated with. Of course I have rebuffed this suggestions with extreme prejudice. I have no problem if you ask me to write a letter on a particular issue or in support of a candidate. But I'm doing it with my own words in the style and tone of my choosing. Anything else would be intellectually dishonest.





Homer Simpson Is The Andrew Jackson Of The 21st Century

The Star Tribune has a regular feature called Mindworks, which seeks to elicit responses from kids to a variety of issues. Here's the latest:

For the January "live" question, Mindworks asked students: "California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger is only one of several celebrities whose names have jumped from the box office to the ballot box. Which celebrity or TV, movie or book character would you nominate to run for president? What qualifies that person to lead the United States?

The best of the bunch in my opinion, not biased at all by the fact she attends my alma mater, is this entry

During the Jacksonian era, our nation's leaders made a drastic change in terms of status. The well-being of the country and citizens benefited and Americans were rejuvenated at the idea of bringing common-folk citizens like Andrew Jackson to the position of president of the United States. Homer Simpson is the Andrew Jackson of the 21st century. He represents the average American citizen. What better person to lead a nation than someone who best knows the wants and needs of the citizens?

Laura Krumholz, 16, Minnetonka
Benilde-St. Margaret's High School






Demographic Sweet Spot

If Atomizer ever makes the leap to the "mainstream media" this is where you will likely find him.

UPDATE: There's some fairly interesting background on the founding of the magazine:

Rich, a former action-adventure novelist whose book contract was running out, wanted to start a magazine.

He was into philosophy at the time, and the magazine was going to be the "Modern Nihilist." Then it hit him: Who's going to read that?

"This isn't going to fly," Rich recalls thinking. "I should write something I really know about."


The Steven Wright style jokes almost write themselves.

Yeah, I was going to subscribe to 'Modern Nihilist' and then I thought,

"Why bother?"





Sunday, January 04, 2004

It's All About Timing

Hugh Hewitt comes to the Twin Cities for a Patriot Forum on January 29th and two days later a Super Snowcross event takes place at the Metrodome? Hmmm...





Mass Musings

The theme (probably not the right word) of today's service was Epiphany. It was all about the three wise men who were sent to find Jesus and bestow upon him gifts. A story we all know pretty well, right? Well, I thought so too. But as I sat listening to the homily I noticed that our priest started taking things down another path entirely. He somehow turned it into a pro-immigration lecture.

Did you know for example that undocumented immigrants pay more in taxes during their lifetime than they get in benefits? To which I say, who doesn't? Who is actually on the winning side of this equation? The dirt poor? Maybe. But I would tend to think that most people pay WAY WAY more than they get in benefits.

The priest went on to list talking point after talking point--straight off a fax from the nearest immigrant activist organization: most immigrants DIDN'T sneak over the border (they just overstayed their visas), most of them aren't on welfare, they contribute to society by doing the jobs no one else wants to do, they don't have excessive body odor. (Okay, I made that one up).

Apparently the tie-in to the gospel reading was since the three wise men were coming from afar that we should welcome immigrants from afar as well.

Sounds good. The minute I see a Russian or a Somali or a Hmong or a Mexican bearing some francenscense or myhrr, I will gladly welcome them to the community.





Stating The Obvious?

Man Terry Bradshaw looks like an ahole with that goatee. And I just saw him sporting a ballcap to interview someone. A ballcap. Terry, you're 50 freakin' years old. Stop trying to look like a frat boy. Please.

Chances that Terry drives a black either Suburban or Escalade with jacked up tires? About 86%.






Saturday, January 03, 2004

Thanks for the Memories

Actress and liberal activist Jessica Lange is a Minnesota resident, living in the city where I work - Stillwater. I?ve always considered that a point of pride, one that I never fail to impress people with at cocktail parties. But now it looks like I?m going to have to come up with some new material, since this remote connection with fame is about to elude me. According to the Pioneer Press, Minnesota just isn?t doing it for her anymore:

Lange says she realizes now that she returned to the state in 1995 so she could spend more time with her mother, who died in 1997. Now, however, Lange told the magazine: "I'm ready to move back to New York," adding that she'll wait until her youngest child graduates from high school. "This is a nice place to raise children. But there's no reason for me to be here anymore.".

Ouch! No reason to stay!? How can she say that about her home state? The place that nurtured her and loved her for so long. But now that she?s raised her kids in this nice place and used us for what she could, she?s gone? How?s this for a reason to stay - we still need her income taxes to help maintain the high levels of education and social spending she?s enjoyed the past few years. Come on Jessica - what would Wellstone do?

No reason to stay? Is she forgetting about all the great people she met over the years? And that includes me - sort of. A few years back, I encountered her at a Stillwater grocery grocery store/deli. It was during the lunch rush and I was shuffling up to the counter to get my ham sammich and chips rung up. Then I remember getting jarred out of my work-a-day haze by the woman standing in front of me in line. My first thought was, ?why is that woman wearing sunglasses indoors?? Second thought was, ?my god those are some REALLY expensive sun glasses?. Third thought was, ?my god, that is a gorgeous, older woman.?

She was stunning and dressed as a perfect country girl dream, with scuffed black cowboy boots, blue jean jacket, tight blue jeans and golden blond highlighted, Belgian wildflower smelling hair. I didn?t make her as Jessica Lange right away but I did notice that everyone else in the store was watching her and kind of standing back at a respectful distance. Then I noticed the clerks beaming and kowtowing to her. At that point I suspected I had a celebrity in front of me. I sized her up again, confirmed it wasn?t the most likely suspect (Sen. Michelle Bachman) and then it hit me. I was in the presence of the woman I had my first crush on - as a seven year old boy watching the brilliant remake of King Kong. (Look at these pictures and tell me I don?t know my stuff, even back then. Here?s a more recent picture of Ms. Lange, approximating what she looked like in the deli.)

The experience was all too fleeting, but we did make eye contact (at least through her polarized lenses). Right before she left, for some reason she looked over her shoulder to scan the assembled rabble. And there I was right behind her. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

I?d like to say it was a magical moment, but I can?t. Instead, it was a class conscious moment - as in she had it and I didn?t. I?ve never felt the distinction between the rich and beautiful peopls vs. guys like me to a stronger degree as at that moment. She was Jessica Lange, looking like Jessica Lange. And there I was, glassy-eyed, slack jawed, wearing Dockers, holding a ham sandwich and bag of Funyons.

I wonder now, all these years later, was that the moment she decided this state held nothing for her? She saw the kind of people who inhabited her realm and said to herself: ?there?s no reason for me to be here.?

If that is the reason, she at least has the grace not to mention it to the national press. As quoted in the Pioneer Press:

Perhaps Lange's decision involves more than an anticipated empty nest ? More magazine also reported that: "Then comes a string of anecdotes about what it's like to tool around in rural Minnesota with a 'No War in Iraq' bumper sticker on her car. 'I had my tires slashed,' " the star told the magazine. " 'I'm being totally serious.?

I feel much better, turns out Minnesota is just too conservative for her. That sounds entirely plausible (notice - she's totally serious).





Friday, January 02, 2004
No Rhyme, No Reason, No Ma

Honest question - was anyone in the entire state entertained by Bill McAuliffe?s poem in the Star Tribune (entitled Rappin? Up 2003: A year in despair)? Did anyone, besides McAuliffe and his and editors, find it at all witty, provocative, or creative? Anyone? Fellow despairing lefty travelers? Old people? People with head injuries? Anyone? Anyone?

I guess the answer is a resounding ?yes?, since the Star Tribune ran a nearly identical poem the very next day - Nick Coleman?s ?Times Better and Worse (and sometimes in Verse)". I say again, nearly identical. Check out these excerpts. First from McAuliffe:

So fear not, sad Twins fan, joy's not sent to the shower
Shannon's in left; and here comes Joe Mauer!


Now from Coleman:

Til they went to New York, where they got a cold shower.
But they're makin' a move; they got the home boy, Joe Mauer


Another example, first Coleman:

But on with our poem, let's not be too tardy:
Man of the Year goes to St. John's Gagliardi
And as long as sports heroes, we mean to be hailin'
A woman, now cheer: Gopher hoops' L. Whalen!


Now McAuliffe:

Gotta love that Lindsay Whalen, all-American guard.
Got her own bobblehead, and her team is goin' far.
The Johnnies won it all with a coach named John Gagliard-i
and put his winning total at the top of the card-i.


Same tone (attempted whimsy), same structure (none, except for attempting to rhyme couplets while cramming in as many references to names and events as possible), and same topics. Both written by individuals with no skills as poets or records of accomplishment in verse. Published on back-to-back days.

How does this ridiculous state of affairs transpire at a major newspaper? I know nothing of newspaper editorial planning, so I can only speculate. Seems to me there?s only two possibilities. Either the editors are so out of touch with reality, they think these things are hilarious social commentary and planned for this duplication to occur. Or, there was no coordination between Coleman and the editorial staff, this duplication came as a surprise to everyone, and the editors decided to run both of them anyway (because Coleman couldn?t or wouldn?t write something else).

Embarrassingly out of touch or embarrassingly out of control? My money?s on the latter, but I wouldn't be surprised at either.

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